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Her cold body lay still on the ground, life draining from her slowly... her fur was pale and matted with blood. So... so much blood. Fluttershy couldn’t help but admit it was... beautiful. In an odd messed up way, it was the most lovely thing she had ever seen. She stared with morbid fascination, her eyes blank. And while her tears ran free, she didn’t make a sound. Just stared unblinking. She collapsed at the side of her beloved, rubbing a hoof over her still-warm body.

Her face was one of almost inexpressible pain agony and fear. Fluttershy scooped the limp princess into her hooves and gave her one last cuddle, giving her all the love she could. Maybe silently wishing it would revive her. After about 30 minutes she didn’t want to let go. She didn’t know how she would. But she had to none the less. For the last time, she slowly and gently released her back on the ground, treating her with the utmost care. She gave her one final kiss, and trotted over to phone to call an ambulance.

Before they arrived she grabbed a small vile and scooped a bit of blood into it. She added some preservatives she used for her animals in order to prevent the blood from clotting. She then proceeded to attach a small chain to it. She placed it in her bedroom, along with a cut lock of Twilights hair. Not a shrine- she wasn’t crazy. No. Not psychotic either... just.. grieving. She just wanted something to remember her by... not crazy. Not crazy. Not crazy.

Not crazy. Not crazy. Not crazy. N̸͚̏͜o̸̙̯͐t̶̠̜̑ ̷̘̀͠c̶͓͔̀̚r̸͓͛̿a̷͚͒̅ẓ̷́ẙ̶͈͚̃.̴̛̟͋ ̴͉̳̀͌N̸͚̏͜o̸̙̯͐t̶̠̜̑ ̷̘̀͠c̶͓͔̀̚r̸͓͛̿a̷͚͒̅ẓ̷́ẙ̶͈͚̃.̴̛̟͋ ̴͉̳̀͌N̸͚̏͜o̸̙̯͐t̶̠̜̑ ̷̘̀͠c̶͓͔̀̚r̸͓͛̿a̷͚͒̅ẓ̷́ẙ̶͈͚̃.̴̛̟͋ ̴͉̳̀͌N̸͚̏͜o̸̙̯͐t̶̠̜̑ ̷̘̀͠c̶͓͔̀̚r̸͓͛̿a̷͚͒̅ẓ̷́ẙ̶͈͚̃.̴̛̟͋ ̴͉̳̀͌N̸͕̍ó̶̯̘̀̀͑t̸͔͇̃̽͆ ̸͎͙͈̽͛̌ć̶̨͙̓́r̴͙͌â̷̜̕͝z̵̨̪̼͍̞̐y̴̹̞̻̯̲͊.̴͎̑̀̅̕ ̷̡͙̗̭̊̔̀N̶̦̲̰͖̂͛̒͗̄͝ō̸̖̻͈͓̠͖̝͋͘͜͝t̷͇̦̯̹̿̆̈́̈́̓̇ ̶̞̙̣͌̾c̶̻̍r̵̝̙͓͍̥̹̓̿̋͆̚̕͜à̶̛̭̭̺̹̭͂̓̀̆̆͠ẓ̴̦̃̄̍̌̊͌y̴̹͐̋.̶͇̹̺̲̇̃̉̒͐̒̊̑ ̷̮̬͇̣̟͕̆̄́̽̑͊̎͝N̶̦̲̰͖̂͛̒͗̄͝ō̸̖̻͈͓̠͖̝͋͘͜͝t̷͇̦̯̹̿̆̈́̈́̓̇ ̶̞̙̣͌̾c̶̻̍r̵̝̙͓͍̥̹̓̿̋͆̚̕͜à̶̛̭̭̺̹̭͂̓̀̆̆͠ẓ̴̦̃̄̍̌̊͌y̴̹͐̋.̶͇̹̺̲̇̃̉̒͐̒̊̑ ̷̮̬͇̣̟͕̆̄́̽̑͊̎͝N̶̦̲̰͖̂͛̒͗̄͝ō̸̖̻͈͓̠͖̝͋͘͜͝t̷͇̦̯̹̿̆̈́̈́̓̇ ̶̞̙̣͌̾c̶̻̍r̵̝̙͓͍̥̹̓̿̋͆̚̕͜à̶̛̭̭̺̹̭͂̓̀̆̆͠ẓ̴̦̃̄̍̌̊͌y̴̹͐̋.̶͇̹̺̲̇̃̉̒͐̒̊̑ ̷̮̬͇̣̟͕̆̄́̽̑͊̎͝N̶̦̲̰͖̂͛̒͗̄͝ō̸̖̻͈͓̠͖̝͋͘͜͝t̷͇̦̯̹̿̆̈́̈́̓̇ ̶̞̙̣͌̾

c̶̻̍r̵̝̙͓͍̥̹̓̿̋͆̚̕͜à̶̛̭̭̺̹̭͂̓̀̆̆͠ẓ̴̦̃̄̍̌̊͌y̴̹͐̋.̶͇̹̺̲̇̃̉̒͐̒̊̑ ̷̮̬͇̣̟͕̆̄́̽̑͊̎͝N̶̦̲̰͖̂͛̒͗̄͝ō̸̖̻͈͓̠͖̝͋͘͜͝t̷͇̦̯̹̿̆̈́̈́̓̇ ̶̞̙̣͌̾c̶̻̍r̵̝̙͓͍̥̹̓̿̋͆̚̕͜à̶̛̭̭̺̹̭͂̓̀̆̆͠ẓ̴̦̃̄̍̌̊͌y̴̹͐̋.̶͇̹̺̲̇̃̉̒͐̒̊̑ ̷̮̬͇̣̟͕̆̄́̽̑͊̎͝N̶̦̲̰͖̂͛̒͗̄͝ō̸̖̻͈͓̠͖̝͋͘͜͝t̷͇̦̯̹̿̆̈́̈́̓̇ ̶̞̙̣͌̾c̶̻̍r̵̝̙͓͍̥̹̓̿̋͆̚̕͜à̶̛̭̭̺̹̭͂̓̀̆̆͠ẓ̴̦̃̄̍̌̊͌y̴̹͐̋.̶͇̹̺̲̇̃̉̒͐̒̊̑ ̷̮̬͇̣̟͕̆̄́̽̑͊̎͝Ň̴̝̠̹̭́̈̈́̓ͅo̵̫̐́̄̾̀͒͝t̷̨̢̧̥͙̜͉͉̔̊̓̀̎̃̂͒̆͆ ̵̡͖̣̫̺̭̈́̇c̷̨̖͔̩̟̻͛̓̓̔̍̎̕͝r̸̛̼͖̺̘̟̫̾̈́̄͐̃ã̷͔̲̭͓̱͙̙z̸̫̹͕̺̜̳͍̰͂̃̏͊̔̈͐̕y̴̮̺̣̯̼̰͖͎̋͜.̸̧̯̖̠͖͓̯̩̋͐̍͂́͛̕ ̸̘̓̀͂̈́͑̚Ň̴̝̠̹̭́̈̈́̓ͅo̵̫̐́̄̾̀͒͝t̷̨̢̧̥͙̜͉͉̔̊̓̀̎̃̂͒̆͆ ̵̡͖̣̫̺̭̈́̇c̷̨̖͔̩̟̻͛̓̓̔̍̎̕͝r̸̛̼͖̺̘̟̫̾̈́̄͐̃ã̷͔̲̭͓̱͙̙z̸̫̹͕̺̜̳͍̰͂̃̏͊̔̈͐̕y̴̮̺̣̯̼̰͖͎̋͜.̸̧̯̖̠͖͓̯̩̋͐̍͂́͛̕ ̸̘̓̀͂̈́͑̚Ň̴̝̠̹̭́̈̈́̓ͅo̵̫̐́̄̾̀͒͝t̷̨̢̧̥͙̜͉͉̔̊̓̀̎̃̂͒̆͆ ̵̡͖̣̫̺̭̈́̇c̷̨̖͔̩̟̻͛̓̓̔̍̎̕͝r̸̛̼͖̺̘̟̫̾̈́̄͐̃ã̷͔̲̭͓̱͙̙z̸̫̹͕̺̜̳͍̰͂̃̏͊̔̈͐̕y̴̮̺̣̯̼̰͖͎̋͜.̸̧̯̖̠͖͓̯̩̋͐̍͂́͛̕ ̸̘̓̀͂̈́͑̚Ň̴̝̠̹̭́̈̈́̓ͅo̵̫̐́̄̾̀͒͝t̷̨̢̧̥͙̜͉͉̔̊̓̀̎̃̂͒̆͆ ̵̡͖̣̫̺̭̈́̇c̷̨̖͔̩̟̻͛̓̓̔̍̎̕͝r̸̛̼͖̺̘̟̫̾̈́̄͐̃ã̷͔̲̭͓̱͙̙z̸̫̹͕̺̜̳͍̰͂̃̏͊̔̈͐̕y̴̮̺̣̯̼̰͖͎̋͜.̸̧̯̖̠͖͓̯̩̋͐̍͂́͛̕ ̸̘̓̀͂̈́͑̚Ň̴̝̠̹̭́̈̈́̓ͅo̵̫̐́̄̾̀͒͝t̷̨̢̧̥͙̜͉͉̔̊̓̀̎̃̂͒̆͆ ̵̡͖̣̫̺̭̈́̇c̷̨̖͔̩̟̻͛̓̓̔̍̎̕͝r̸̛̼͖̺̘̟̫̾̈́̄͐̃ã̷͔̲̭͓̱͙̙z̸̫̹͕̺̜̳͍̰͂̃̏͊̔̈͐̕y̴̮̺̣̯̼̰͖͎̋͜.̸̧̯̖̠͖͓̯̩̋͐̍͂́͛̕ ̸̘̓̀͂̈́͑̚N̶͕̝̓̓̀̀̄̈́̄ȯ̴͖͚̗̳̝̗͍̓̏͋͂̂̓̓͗̿͂̚͜͝t̷̨̯̥͉̲͈̳̬͕̗͙̟͕͍͒̿ ̸̡̩̭̮̭͈̞͕̞̀̆̑̈́̚ç̴̣̹̱̰̞͌̓̏͂̄̏̒͌̅̿̈̿͛̕͠ͅr̵̪͇̦͆̑̔̉͛̀̒̚͝͝͝ą̵̛͕̪̠͚̿͑̈́̾͑̃́̿̈͊͋̂̀̽͊ż̴̜̼̤̬̊̎̇̽̿̓y̵̛̦͓͖͖̗̤̯͑͋̒̆͊͐̇̌̓̚̚̕.̴̨̡͉͓̖̖̹͍̤͔̳̹͓͚͈̓͌̓̓̂͌̂̒̓̕ͅ ̷̺̝̘̼̙̦̤̞͍͍̹̯̩̉̿̔̾̅̄̃̄͑̓N̶͕̝̓̓̀̀̄̈́̄ȯ̴͖͚̗̳̝̗͍̓̏͋͂̂̓̓͗̿͂̚͜͝t̷̨̯̥͉̲͈̳̬͕̗͙̟͕͍͒̿ ̸̡̩̭̮̭͈̞͕̞̀̆̑̈́̚ç̴̣̹̱̰̞͌̓̏͂̄̏̒͌̅̿̈̿͛̕͠ͅr̵̪͇̦͆̑̔̉͛̀̒̚͝͝͝ą̵̛͕̪̠͚̿͑̈́̾͑̃́̿̈͊͋̂̀̽͊ż̴̜̼̤̬̊̎̇̽̿̓y̵̛̦͓͖͖̗̤̯͑͋̒̆͊͐̇̌̓̚̚̕.̴̨̡͉͓̖̖̹͍̤͔̳̹͓͚͈̓͌̓̓̂͌̂̒̓̕ͅ ̷̺̝̘̼̙̦̤̞͍͍̹̯̩̉̿̔̾̅̄̃̄͑̓N̶͕̝̓̓̀̀̄̈́̄ȯ̴͖͚̗̳̝̗͍̓̏͋͂̂̓̓͗̿͂̚͜͝t̷̨̯̥͉̲͈̳̬͕̗͙̟͕͍͒̿ ̸̡̩̭̮̭͈̞͕̞̀̆̑̈́̚ç̴̣̹̱̰̞͌̓̏͂̄̏̒͌̅̿̈̿͛̕͠ͅr̵̪͇̦͆̑̔̉͛̀̒̚͝͝͝ą̵̛͕̪̠͚̿͑̈́̾͑̃́̿̈͊͋̂̀̽͊ż̴̜̼̤̬̊̎̇̽̿̓y̵̛̦͓͖͖̗̤̯͑͋̒̆͊͐̇̌̓̚̚̕.̴̨̡͉͓̖̖̹͍̤͔̳̹͓͚͈̓͌̓̓̂͌̂̒̓̕ͅ ̷̺̝̘̼̙̦̤̞͍͍̹̯̩̉̿̔̾̅̄̃̄͑̓N̶͕̝̓̓̀̀̄̈́̄ȯ̴͖͚̗̳̝̗͍̓̏͋͂̂̓̓͗̿͂̚͜͝t̷̨̯̥͉̲͈̳̬͕̗͙̟͕͍͒̿ ̸̡̩̭̮̭͈̞͕̞̀̆̑̈́̚ç̴̣̹̱̰̞͌̓̏͂̄̏̒͌̅̿̈̿͛̕͠ͅr̵̪͇̦͆̑̔̉͛̀̒̚͝͝͝ą̵̛͕̪̠͚̿͑̈́̾͑̃́̿̈͊͋̂̀̽͊ż̴̜̼̤̬̊̎̇̽̿̓y̵̛̦͓͖͖̗̤̯͑͋̒̆͊͐̇̌̓̚̚̕.̴̨̡͉͓̖̖̹͍̤͔̳̹͓͚͈̓͌̓̓̂͌̂̒̓̕ͅ ̷̺̝̘̼̙̦̤̞͍͍̹̯̩̉̿̔̾̅̄̃̄͑̓N̶͕̝̓̓̀̀̄̈́̄ȯ̴͖͚̗̳̝̗͍̓̏͋͂̂̓̓͗̿͂̚͜͝t̷̨̯̥͉̲͈̳̬͕̗͙̟͕͍͒̿ ̸̩̭̮̭͈̞͕̀̆̑̈́̚-

N̶̢̨̹̭̰̟̗͔̙̭͕̤̬͎͔̣̏̓͐̐̀̀́͆̆̾͂̊̊̓̌̂̓̕͜ǫ̸̙͔͓̰͇̳͍̪̮̩̭̲̳͚̥͎͙̼̮͇̺̤̽̽͌̐̃̀̅̃̾̂̐̽͛͆̈́͛̑̒͝͝t̴̢̨̨̤̝͍̩̠̫̯̣̳̦̠̲̱̬̗̘͇̤̱̊ͅ ̶̭́̽̽͗̓̉̎̋̎͑͝͝c̶͇̭͌̿͆̌͐͌̽̐̔̃̑́̚̚̚͝r̴̡̝̹͇̗͓̟̅̽̓̆̉̔̉͂̓͝a̶̲͉̙̘͚͑̌̑̈́͆̊̃̍̈́͆̈́̓̆̄̑̀̔͘͝͠z̷̨̧̛̠̼̗̟̖͚͖̫̪̞̺̖̓̾̎͋̏̑͒̓̀̽̓̇͊̓͘̚͜͝͝͠ẙ̸̡̨͚̜͈̪̳̗̰̯̠͍̮̮̄̄̂̓̓̃̿͗̉̈́̍͛̎͌͌͋͊̚.̷̢͚͔̠̤̭͙̯̫̰͚̖̦͇͈̼̎̾̾̅͑͝ ̷̢̰̞̪͔̫̝̯̹͖̠̮̦͉̐͛͝ͅͅͅN̶̢̨̹̭̰̟̗͔̙̭͕̤̬͎͔̣̏̓͐̐̀̀́͆̆̾͂̊̊̓̌̂̓̕͜ǫ̸̙͔͓̰͇̳͍̪̮̩̭̲̳͚̥͎͙̼̮͇̺̤̽̽͌̐̃̀̅̃̾̂̐̽͛͆̈́͛̑̒͝͝t̴̢̨̨̤̝͍̩̠̫̯̣̳̦̠̲̱̬̗̘͇̤̱̊ͅ ̶̭́̽̽͗̓̉̎̋̎͑͝͝c̶͇̭͌̿͆̌͐͌̽̐̔̃̑́̚̚̚͝r̴̡̝̹͇̗͓̟̅̽̓̆̉̔̉͂̓͝a̶̲͉̙̘͚͑̌̑̈́͆̊̃̍̈́͆̈́̓̆̄̑̀̔͘͝͠z̷̨̧̛̠̼̗̟̖͚͖̫̪̞̺̖̓̾̎͋̏̑͒̓̀̽̓̇͊̓͘̚͜͝͝͠ẙ̸̡̨͚̜͈̪̳̗̰̯̠͍̮̮̄̄̂̓̓̃̿͗̉̈́̍͛̎͌͌͋͊̚.̷̢͚͔̠̤̭͙̯̫̰͚̖̦͇͈̼̎̾̾̅͑͝ ̷̢̰̞̪͔̫̝̯̹͖̠̮̦͉̐͛͝ͅͅͅN̶̢̨̹̭̰̟̗͔̙̭͕̤̬͎͔̣̏̓͐̐̀̀́͆̆̾͂̊̊̓̌̂̓̕͜ǫ̸̙͔͓̰͇̳͍̪̮̩̭̲̳͚̥͎͙̼̮͇̺̤̽̽͌̐̃̀̅̃̾̂̐̽͛͆̈́͛̑̒͝͝t̴̢̨̨̤̝͍̩̠̫̯̣̳̦̠̲̱̬̗̘͇̤̱̊ͅ ̶̭́̽̽͗̓̉̎̋̎͑͝͝c̶͇̭͌̿͆̌͐͌̽̐̔̃̑́̚̚̚͝r̴̡̝̹͇̗͓̟̅̽̓̆̉̔̉͂̓͝a̶̲͉̙̘͚͑̌̑̈́͆̊̃̍̈́͆̈́̓̆̄̑̀̔͘͝͠z̷̨̧̛̠̼̗̟̖͚͖̫̪̞̺̖̓̾̎͋̏̑͒̓̀̽̓̇͊̓͘̚͜͝͝͠ẙ̸̡̨͚̜͈̪̳̗̰̯̠͍̮̮̄̄̂̓̓̃̿͗̉̈́̍͛̎͌͌͋͊̚.̷̢͚͔̠̤̭͙̯̫̰͚̖̦͇͈̼̎̾̾̅͑͝ ̷̢̰̞̪͔̫̝̯̹͖̠̮̦͉̐͛͝ͅͅͅN̶̢̨̹̭̰̟̗͔̙̭͕̤̬͎͔̣̏̓͐̐̀̀́͆̆̾͂̊̊̓̌̂̓̕͜ǫ̸̙͔͓̰͇̳͍̪̮̩̭̲̳͚̥͎͙̼̮͇̺̤̽̽͌̐̃̀̅̃̾̂̐̽͛͆̈́͛̑̒͝͝t̴̢̨̨̤̝͍̩̠̫̯̣̳̦̠̲̱̬̗̘͇̤̱̊ͅ ̶̭́̽̽͗̓̉̎̋̎͑͝͝c̶͇̭͌̿͆̌͐͌̽̐̔̃̑́̚̚̚͝r̴̡̝̹͇̗͓̟̅̽̓̆̉̔̉͂̓͝a̶̲͉̙̘͚͑̌̑̈́͆̊̃̍̈́͆̈́̓̆̄̑̀̔͘͝͠z̷̨̧̛̠̼̗̟̖͚͖̫̪̞̺̖̓̾̎͋̏̑͒̓̀̽̓̇͊̓͘̚͜͝͝͠ẙ̸̡̨͚̜͈̪̳̗̰̯̠͍̮̮̄̄̂̓̓̃̿͗̉̈́̍͛̎͌͌͋͊̚.̷̢͚͔̠̤̭͙̯̫̰͚̖̦͇͈̼̎̾̾̅͑͝ ̷̢̰̞̪͔̫̝̯̹͖̠̮̦͉̐͛͝ͅͅͅN̶̢̨̹̭̰̟̗͔̙̭͕̤̬͎͔̣̏̓͐̐̀̀́͆̆̾͂̊̊̓̌̂̓̕͜ǫ̸̙͔͓̰͇̳͍̪̮̩̭̲̳͚̥͎͙̼̮͇̺̤̽̽͌̐̃̀̅̃̾̂̐̽͛͆̈́͛̑̒͝͝t̴̢̨̨̤̝͍̩̠̫̯̣̳̦̠̲̱̬̗̘͇̤̱̊ͅ ̶̭́̽̽͗̓̉̎̋̎͑͝͝c̶͇̭͌̿͆̌͐͌̽̐̔̃̑́̚̚̚͝r̴̡̝̹͇̗͓̟̅̽̓̆̉̔̉͂̓͝a̶̲͉̙̘͚͑̌̑̈́͆̊̃̍̈́͆̈́̓̆̄̑̀̔͘͝͠z̷̨̧̛̠̼̗̟̖͚͖̫̪̞̺̖̓̾̎͋̏̑͒̓̀̽̓̇͊̓͘̚͜͝͝͠ẙ̸̡̨͚̜͈̪̳̗̰̯̠͍̮̮̄̄̂̓̓̃̿͗̉̈́̍͛̎͌͌͋͊̚

“Ahhhh!” Fluttershy awoke from the nightmare with a start, shaking and sweating gasping for air. Not a nightmare, but more a flashback. It was far too accurate. Too real. None the less, she picked herself up from the dusty dirt road and continued trotting onward in the direction of her destination. Still catching her breath. She slipped on a mane and tail net in preparation.

She peered into the unlit open window, listening for any disturbances. All she heard was a calm steady breathing. But not too steady. This meant the inhabitant was asleep. She walked around to the side door and lifted her right forehoof, slipping a glove over in and turning the knob. Luckily, it was unlocked. Of course she was prepared if it hadn’t been. It was just quite a bit easier to conceal evidence with none of forced entry.

She silently opened the door as slow as possible, lifting it slightly so as not to let it rub too much. She closed it in a similar manner. She took slow deliberate steps, making sure to distribute her weight evenly and slowly. She crept to the bedroom, following a path closest to the edge where the wall meets the floor. It was less likely to creak because it was walked on far less than any other spots. Presumably at least.

She opened the bedroom door cautiously, gently, and slow.