Rocket to Insanity: Anon a Miss

In the dark recesses of the mind, a disease known as FEAR feasts upon the souls of those who cannot overcome its power..." -Pat McHale
Rocket to Insanity: Anon a Miss
AppleBloom tried to escape, but Sunset Shimmer just stepped on her already injured ankle. “P-Please, ah already said ah’m sorry and you already tore apart mah anus apart.” Pleaded AppleBloom. Sunset only laughed at her pleas. “Sorry is not gonna make up for Anon a Miss, I am gonna hurt you real badly just like I did to yours little friends. She Said. Sunset lifted AppleBloom up over her shoulders. AppleBloom’s begging fell on deaf ears as she was suddenly slam into the sea and painfully consumed by sharks.

AppleBloom awoken from her nightmareish slumber via a light cane-shot to the ribs. “WHAT THE HELL, GRANNY.”Shrieked AppleBloom .“Well, you were whimperin’ somethin’ about mercy and ya were pissin’ in the bed. Granny replied. AppleBloom cursed herself for pissing in the bed at her current age. “By the way, Sunset told me to send ya to to her house when ya wake up, and from the looks of it, looks like ah came in here in just the nick o’ time considerin’ the sight and sounds, now go and please pick up your clothes, yer gonna git sick if ya keep sleepin’ naked.

AppleBloom walked slowly to Sunset’s house. As she trudged, She looked over and saw Diamond Tiara. She ran to her. “AppleBloom?” Said Diamond. “Ya gotta come with me to Sunset’s house to protect us” Said AppleBloom. “Protect you? But you are stronger me, it is not by much, but my point still stands.” Diamond stared at AppleBloom’s face. It was pretty obvious that she not sleep very well last night, and it showed. Diamond sighed. “Okay, I’ll escort you to the house, but I am not going in. Sunset’s house smell like horse manure.” She said.

When they got there, AppleBloom slowly crept up to the door. “QUIT STALLING!” Yelled Diamond.
AppleBloom opened up the door. Once you get past the smell of horse manure, Sunset’s house is quite fancy. When she found her bedroom, she saw The Rainbooms and the two other Crusaders, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. “AppleBloom, I take it that you did not sleep very well either.” Said Scootaloo.

Enough chatter, Sunset had something to say. “Ahem, I have recently aquired some passes and I have decided to invite three of you with me.” Sunset paused and smirked. AppleBloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle…COME ON DOWN! You three are coming with me to Okanowa Beach.” She proclaimed. AppleBloom’s blood ran cold. Scootaloo shited on herself. Sweetie Belle fainted. The Crusaders know that Sunset Shimmer has not truly forgiven them for the Anon a Miss fiasco. This trip could very well be Sunset’s opportunity to reap her horrible vengence. “Okay, we leave for the beach in FIVE days, I suggest you three get packed, and make some peace with God/Allah/Budda or Faust/Celestia or any higher power of your choice. . “Oh no.” Said Sweetie. “Sunset is going to take our goodies and kill us.” Said Scootaloo. “Ah don’t wanna die young!”Said AppleBloom.

Upon returning to their respective homes, The Crusaders were freaking out because Sunset going kill them with the greatest of ease.

5 days until the trip.

As time went by, The Crusaders’ fear grew as the impending beach trip that will cost them their lives. AppleBloom’s chore work had suffered because of the horrific night terrors, one nightmare being so powerful that she was simply afraid of going back to sleep, some hours staying up altogether in an attempt to stave off the horrors for just one more minute. And everybody wondered why she spent most of several moments napping, in the open, in the daylight. Because in the shining brilliance of the sun, it was the only way she could actually rest. She tried to apologize to Sunset Shimmer for Anon a Miss, but she was more hurt than she led everyone to believe. AppleBloom was scared for her life and she was scared for the lives of her friends.

“AppleBloom! AppleBloom! Hey, has are ya around?” Applejack walked through the farm , looking high and low. The cowgirl sighed and continued on through everyhere, feet kicking up dust as she looked to the around for her sister. “Consarnit! AppleBloom, where in the wild hell are you?!” A long yawn from behind a tree behind her met her answer, the girl in question leaning and gazing at AppleJack from an upside-down position. “Nhf. What, Applejack? What is it that is so important that you've got to interrupt mah napping?” The westerner stamped a foot on the ground, scowling at the younger girl. “Now you know just why I'm making a fuss in findin' you! You said you were gonna finish up yer chores at Sweet Apple Acres nearly two hours ago! Instead I find you out here, in a tree, snoozin' your little ass off!” AppleJack ranted.

AppleBloom sighed and unloaded everything on her mind. “Ever since the Anon a Miss fiasco two years ago, Ah’ve had constants nightmares about Sunset mutilating me and the other two. With this trip to th’ beach, we will be easy pickin’ for Sunset.”

AppleJack sighed. “Here is thing, ya reep what ya sow. Nobody forced ya to put Sunset through all that bullshit. Quite frankly, what ever happen happens, ya gotta the chips land where they may land. You gotta take responsibility for yer actions.If Sunset want to kill ya or yer friends, ah say let her.”

AppleBloom was shocked. Her own sister condoned her death at the hands of Sunset Shimmer.

Another horror-filled night. AppleBloom lay curled upon the floor of her small room, blankets swathed around her shivering form. It was worse this time. She had been flayed open, set upon a table on a boat at sea with a mermaid version of Sunset, as slabs of her own meat, dripping with her life fluids was sheared from her body, served to all of her friends – Herself still somehow alive enough to be aware of the entire situation. Hearing the laughter as they devoured her living form, as fork and knife dug into her innards, tearing her apart. She was nothing more than a slab of meat for the mermaid enjoyment.

AppleBloom checked the clock, 12:06 am.

It was another day. 4 days until the trip.