A crusader's journey

Standing behind the podium, Apple Bloom cleared her throat to gain the other Crusaders' attention. Nobody noticed. She cleared her throat again. No answer. She tried this a few more times and nobody even glanced at her. She decided she needed to do the 'attention grabber' yell.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AN' LISTEN!" Apple Bloom yelled. Everyone turned their heads to Apple Bloom so quickly, they got whiplash.

"Ahem. Ah have an' idea! One very crazy that could kill us or give us life. Now this here's th' plan........"

"An' then we make it a weddin'." Apple Bloom finished. The crusaders stared at her.

"So you're sayin' that we fake our own deaths with Sweetie Belle's magic, run away, get jobs, live in a cave, and make our funerals a wedding?" Scootaloo said.

"Eeyup!"

"How exactly do we fake our own deaths?" Rumble asked.

"Easy! Sweetie Belle makes clones o' us an we kill 'em!"

"Exactly how do we kill them?" Pip asked.

"We stab 'em."

"Where will we hide the bodies?" Button asked.

"In this clubhouse!" Apple Bloom said happily. Sweetie Belle's eyes met Apple Bloom's.

"When do we start?"

One clone of each crusader sat in the clubhouse.

"I call killing Button's clone!" Pip announced.

"I'm killin' Rumble's!" Scootaloo exclaimed.

"Scootaloo's!" Rumble said.

"Pip!" Button announced.

"Apple Bloom!" Sweetie Belle said, leaving Apple Bloom to kill Sweetie Belle's.

"Alright. Put on gloves, grab a knife, an' start stabbin'!"

The crusaders slashed the clones and plunged the knifes in the clones. After Scootaloo's was dead, (it takes a lot to kill her.) the crusaders promptly started vomiting.

"Such a handsome man should never be killed," Button said.

"Yeah." Rumble said, looking at his clone's corpse. Scootaloo gasped.

"WE NEED A DISGUISE AND FAKE NAMES!"