Author's Note

WORST ENDING

Chapter 8: BAD ENDING
Chapter 9: GOOD Ending
Chapter 10: NEUTRAL ENDING
Chapter 11: WORST ENDING

The Worst Ending

As Lyra spiraled through a sea of emotions, their little conversation was cut short. The sound of pounding on the back door overtook them.

“Who did you call?” Lyra shouted. “Your little friends??” She reached for the bell hastily knocking it onto the floor. Slipping to the floor she grabbed it. In one swift motion she threw it with all her might, pelting Sunset directly on the forehead, knocking
Her unconscious as the magic drained from her body. It slowly trickled to a stop as she lost consciousness.

It seemed, Lyra was only able to extract a portion of her magic, as it was not active while she was unconscious.

She hastily hurried over to the door, throwing it open. She rushed into the stage room to find six girls completely halted by a mess of wires and loyal animatronics keeping them at bay.

“Hey Lyra- I’m not sure what’s going on, but we came to see Sunset…” Twilight began.

It seemed, without Sunset, Twilight would be the pseudo leader. Lyra ran swiftly, slamming the bell into Twilights stomach. She screamed in agony as the bell absorbed the magic within her, it was half what Sunset had, but far more than the ponies she’d taken from in Equestria.

The other girls screamed and shouted, surprised at the rash and aggravated actions of someone they thought a friend.

Twilight hung weakly from the wires that held her, unable to move. The next was Rarity, who Lyra was privy to the knowledge of her being a unicorn in Equestria.

As she slammed the bell into her leg the magic bolted from her body like an electric shock.

Lyra wasted no time, pelting each of the others one after the other until all six girls were magic-less.

She stood holding the bell, full of magic as it shook. Her capacity for holding the magic was lacking. As the bell shook a ball of magic began to form. Everyone looked on, terrified at the uncontrollable magic.

As the ball began to grow, Lyra attempted to capture it. “It’s mine, it’s all mine!” She screamed as she held the bell, swinging it maniacally.

She turned the bell, intending to blast the pizzeria, to use the magic to enhance the place.

The six on-lookers watched in dismay as Lyra tried and failed to contain and control the magic. They too, having no control over it.

Her hands began to burn, her attempts to use the magic on the pizzeria proved fruitless.

The power swelling into her body until it poofed into nonexistent. The blast of the magic overtaking the building. And in an instant, all that was, was no longer.

The pizzeria had gone and all inside it, gone with it.

All that remained was a concrete foundation, and a large pile of ash… and Sunset Shimmer. The magic within her saving her life.

“Miss, Miss. what happened? What are you doing out here all alone?” An unfamiliar man, in a police uniform asked.

She was covered in ash and soot, unaware of what had transpired. “I-I’m not sure…” Sunset looked around, and down at the black pile of nothingness. “Where’s the pizzeria.”

The officer scratched the back of his head. “Man… Sparkle’s? Not sure, I’m pretty sure they tore it down months ago after the owner went missing.”

Sunset looked around at the vast emptiness, overgrown grass, and crackled parking lot. It was just how it was, except without the pizzeria. “Months ago?” She asked.

“You hit your head, miss?”

Sunset rubbed her head. “I guess I must’ve” she said. But it was so real. She turned in her seat, upsetting the dust. The purple gleamed through. She reached into the mess and pulled out the old marionette.

“Let’s get you home.”

As Sunset lay in bed, she looked over at the marionette on the shelf. It didn’t laugh. It didn’t even make a sound.

There was a knock at the door, and it startled her. She leapt up, if she had been gone for months, how had her rent been kept up? And why hadn’t her friends called for her.

Upon reaching the door, she peered through the peephole. No one, but she opened it anyway. On the welcome-mat sat a stack of papers.

Upon further inspection… they were articles… missing person’s articles… eight of them. And plastered on the first page was a photo of herself.

“They’re all… gone?”