A Piano Falls on Rarity on April 22nd
The piano fell onto Rarity.
Sqwunch, slort, blagargle were the sounds that her body made as the piano made contact.
Sigh was the sound Sweetie Belle made when she walked into the room, stepping over a tooth, an eye, and what was probably an eyelid.
"Again?" Sweetie asked, a deep, annoyed frown on her face.
"Splort," said the hole in Rarity's head.
Sweetie rubbed her head with her hoof.
"DING DONG," said the door. Spike walked in without waiting for anyone to answer.
"SCREAMING," said Spike, and then he screamed.
"Spike what are you doing here? This is a REALLY bad time," Sweetie said with a roll of the eyes
"Hng, gah, ohhh," said spike, his foot sinking into a pile of brain matter.
"Spike, come with me," Sweetie said to the petrified Spike. She grabbed his hand, and helped him step over the pile on intestines that was blocking the kitchen.
"SWEETIE! RARITY! TEETH! TONGUE ON THE WALL! AAAH!" he cried, his entire body quivering.
Sweetie stomped her hoof.
"Spike, you're overreacting."
Spike started to lose his footing, and nearly fainted.
"STROSUM!" Sweetie bellowed. The refrigerator began to shake, and the door opened.
"Fallow me Spike."
"Skkkkkkkkkshsplop," said the gasses and fluids being released from the large cavity in Rarity's everything.
Spike looked in terror at the skull.
"Look, spike, this is the price I have to pay every time that idiot dies," she poured a vile of red, pulpy goop into the skull.
Spike looked around, and saw hundreds of bodies on one side of the room, all missing their heads.
"Zecora taught me a lot over the last couple of years," Sweetie said, a gleam in her eye.
"Tha-that's Fatal Fury! And Street Rager! And Fight Streeter! AND CLAY FIGHTER THE PONY! THEY SAID THEY ALL DIED IN THE KARATE CONTEST!" Spike was confused by all of the dead warriors in Sweetie's fridge.
"Oh Spike, why do you think I volunteered as official fight 'Booboo fixer'? Did you really think all of them died from that weak karate contest?" she smiled at Spike, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Y-you killed them?" he asked.
"Spike, the spell needs 2 things. a skull, and cold blood," she said matter-of-factly.
"But why, Sweetie?" he asked, and also was on his knees.
"Because Rarity KEEPS FREAKING DYING!" she said with a huff.
Sweetie poured a green foam into the dried, hollowed out body of a frog. This was the flashback spell.
Rarity was working on her masterpiece. An 8 Pony tandem wedding dress. She had one stitch to go, when suddenly, a truck crashed through her wall
"Oh dear, are you alright?" the poor Pony asked.
"I am Piano Peddler, the piano salesman...I was driving, and ran over a sewing needle. Oh HECK this is it!" he said as he burst into flames. Rarity realized that it must have been the needle she lost at the Worlds Biggest Tea Party 3 and a half years ago!
"OH DARLINGS AND DRESSES!" she proclaimed as she fainted. Suddenly the truck began to glow.
"Pony of great dress, you have angered Tempo, the God of music! You are cursed forever ok bye" and then the truck exploded, sending Rarity flying into the street. She was hurt, but alive.
"Oh dear, not again," she said. And right after that 8 pianos fall onto her, causing her blood-balloon like body to burst, and cover many of the surrounding children.
"NO!!!!!" cried Sweetie with 5 explanation points. She dragged Rarity's horn, and various sections of her brain, into the house.
For 3 nights she worked. She would have no visitors. She would not eat or sleep. She worked on the forbidden potion that she had found written on a napkin under Zecora's pile of used towels in her bathroom.
"What do I do? I've tried every mixture that doesn't involve me murdering a Pony!" she said as someone knocked at her door.
"Hello, do you have a moment to learn about our lord and true queen Luna?"
"Ugh, a Luna's Witness, I don't have time for-" she stopped mid thought.
"Please come in! I have a free few hours to hear the 100% truthful things you have to tell me!" she said with the fakest smile she could smile.
11 seconds later the Pony was now minus 1 head.
"There's no turning back now..."
Sweetie removed the skull from the Pony, poured the mixture of blood, Rarity's brain matter, and nutmeg into the skull. She began to mix it with Rarity's horn.
"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLING," rang out a terrible roar.
Sweetie walked out of her room, and found Rarity happily working on a new dress.
For about a week, all was well.
"Oh dear, who put these banana peels here?" Rarity asked herself. Suddenly a Piano fell on her head.
"Oh," said Sweetie.
And so she waited for another ill-fated Pony to come to her door.
As the months went on, Sweetie realized she would soon be found out. She had 47 bodies in her room, and it was HOT outside, and "sorry just a little gassy," wasn't going to cut it as an excuse for the smell for much longer.
Sweetie heard the sound of a piano thunking onto a body, and she sighed.
She left for the Everfree Forest.
"Zecora, I need to know how to make a refrigerated pocket dimension!" she demanded
"Oh Sweetie, I sense a great evil aura surrounding you! I will not help you! Also It is a Zebra holiday so that is why I am not rhyming," she explained
Sweetie smiled, and her horn began to glow green.
10 minutes later she was back home with a "Forbidden Spells volume 3" book and a fresh new dead body.
"STROSUM," she read out of chapter 8 of the book, titled "Nonsense Word Spells."
The refrigerator glowed, and she had her new lair.
The flashback spell wore off, and Spike was still screaming.
"Aaaand, done!" Sweetie said. Suddenly Spike could hear Rarity humming while working on a dress.
Spike ran out to her, noticing that the gore pile was gone.
"Oh hello Spikey, I'm just-" and a Piano erupted from the ground, splattered Rarity against the ceiling, and showered Spike in blood and innards.
Sweetie sighed.
"Oh boy, here we go again!" Sweetie said with a laugh.
"Can you save her again?" asked a teary Spike.
"Sure can, I just need a fresh body," she said
Spike's eyes widened.
