Author's Note

I believe Scyphi has doomed us all.

the jar Pinkie had opened was full of pickles instead of jelly beans?

The fire crackled all around me. Who was I anymore?

I looked down at my trembling hooves, still slick with unspeakable liquids in the glint of the flames.

All this...

My gaze lifted up again. How many had been lost? A dozen? Two dozen?

My ears swiveled at the sound of a faraway building's collapse.

No, hundreds.

I ground the pickle juice-coated hoof into the dirt beneath me.