Author's Note

Beware. Very gruesome chapter.

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"MWA HA HA HA HA!" Sunset Shimmer cackled as she came out of the mirror, a red saddle bag on her back.

"At last!", Sunset said with devilish glee, as she pulled out her plans from the bag. "I will have my revenge upon that white-ass bit-,"

A bang went off. Sunset was startled by the noise, but her shock gave way to excruciating pain. She fell to the ground with a pained moan, and saw that her right-front hoof was bleeding out.

"A gunshot," Sunset said with horror. "But they don't have guns-,"

"I do now," a voice said. Sunset looked with horror as her former mentor approached her, a gun floating in her grasp.

"Hey Sunny," Celestia said with an all too casual tone. "How are things?"

"How did you know I was gonna be here?" Sunset asked with growing terror.

"Well, I do know the schedule for went the portal opens," Celestia said with a wry grin. "I'd have to be an idiot not to expect you to come out." She leveled the gun closer.

"Please don't shoot me," Sunset said desperately. "I've always loved you deep down."

"The last thing you said to me was that you were gonna boil my hooves into glue and mount my head on a wall," Celestia said, her grin no longer reaching her eyes.

"T-that was just a phase," Sunset said. Celestia opened Sunset's saddlebag and pulled out a notebook and read it.

"You wrote it....84 times on one page in this notebook alone," Celestia observed casually. "Complete with numerous pictures of my head mounted to a wall with a bloody cleaver in your hoof."

"Artistic expression," Sunset said feebly. "I promise to make it up to you. I-I'll...make an effort to promise to mop the bathroom floor one a millennia."

"OK, your free to go," Celestia said simply. Sunset limped away, her hoof still bleeding. She looked proudly at her pistol. "This thing is a beauty." She spun it around, only for it to accidentally discharge. She heard a slump to the floor. Celestia tiptoed and saw Sunset bleeding from the head, her blood flowing onto a nearby tablecloth.

"NO!" Celestia said in agony. "What have I done?!" Celestia tearfully bend down, and picked the now reddened tablecloth, pushing Sunset's body away as if it a ragdoll.

"My poor tablecloth," Celestia said mournfully. "Don't worry baby. I'll get you to a doctor." Celestia ran out of the room, cradling the poor linen like it was her child.