Sweetie Belle was still at the pole. It had gotten dark and she had given up struggling and was just standing there crying and thinking. She wondered why she didn't say no and if she would die stuck the pole. The clock was ticking and her bleeding had stopped. Her entire tongue was frozen and hardened. Moving even an inch caused pain to the part that didn't have severe nerve damage. Then she heard ice crunching behind her. She thought

"Oh, my Celestia... they came," That was not what happened. She felt something firmly grab both of her shoulders and a blunt object hit her in the ribcage. It launched her across the ground and she slid across the snow, hitting a building lightly. Her tongue was severed and her ribs were broken, alas adrenaline is an amazing substance. She limped over to a tree still having no clue what happened. and another voice came into Pinkie's head.

"No blood, let's see how long it takes for her friends to find her buried in snow," Pinkie enjoyed the sadistic idea and began to gag her with her own shirt, but she was still breathing. Pinkie then buried her face in the snow. Every breath Sweetie took filled her lungs with crystals. She had a downing like sensation despite taking in oxygen. Her breathing was getting slower and slower. The average temperature of an earth pony's body if roughly 100 degrees Fahrenheit. So the ice crystals are cutting holes in her lungs and melting. She's drowning, to put it bluntly. Death was just a few seconds later.

"So cute..." said Pinkie and she stopped breathing. She began to bury the body in the snow. She felt warmer. She felt more powerful. She chose not to devour the body. It was bait. She wanted to see the reaction of the others when it melted.

-One hour later-

"Oh my... no, no SHE WAS HERE, I SWEAR," said Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle wasn't there. Just a pole and a small frozen bit of blood. It was impossible to her. She wondered if she forced herself off, then more evidence appeared. Drag marks in the snow, two frozen puddles an uneven patch of ground.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't have time for this game. Are you trying to scare me?"

"No, I swear... use your magic to melt that little bit of snow," The body was revealed. marks on her neck and wide eyes. Blood was covering the place.

"What is this?"

"I..." Scootaloo was silent. What was this? Who would killed Sweetie Belle, the most innocent pony Scootaloo knew. "This can't be happening,"

"What can't be happening? Trixie demands to know!"

"She can't be dead," Trixie's confusion turned to shock. She started backing away and backing away turned to running. Scootaloo dragged her freezing lifeless body out of the new ditch and began to scream "SWEETIE BELLE," and shaking her.

"Scootaloo?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me!" Scootaloo had tears coming from her eyes.

"Monsters," said Sweetie Belle, going into cardiac arrest.

"NO, NO, NO, STAY WITH ME PLEASE!!!" Scootaloo walked home that night crying. She had lost another friend. She used to have a boyfriend with asthma, but one day... he forgot his inhaler. She new Sweetie Belle for six years. She wasn't going to just forget her. Platonically, she loved Sweetie and Apple Bloom. That word she said, though... "monsters".

-CMC clubhouse-

Five years ago... thunder and lightning came from outside. It was a summer storm and they were right in the middle. There was nowhere to run and no safe place. Timberwolves seized this opportunity one began scratching at the door.

"Monsters..." squealed Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo held Sweetie Belle tight.

"They can't get in, we have a stronger frame just stay-" before Scootaloo could finish, lightning hit a tree and, as most of us know, when lightning hits a tree, it explodes. Burning embers littered the ground and were immediately put out, but luckily for sweetie, the wolves were scared.

Author's Note

Sorry for doing short chapters, I just got a lot of new games and I NEED TO TRY THE ALL.