Equestria Girls Trick or Treat Tales

Equestria Girls: Trick or Treat Tales #2 - I Scream for You

Canterlot High was buzzing with excitement as Halloween approached, but this year, the anticipation was especially high. The Scare Film Fest was in full swing, with students from all grades creating short horror films to compete for the coveted "Scariest Film" award. Pinkie Pie was determined to win, and she knew just who to recruit to help her make the scariest film Canterlot High had ever seen: Twilight Sparkle.

"Twilight, I need you!" Pinkie exclaimed, bursting into the library, where Twilight sat quietly, nose-deep in a thick book on horror movie history.

Twilight looked up, adjusting her glasses. "Pinkie! You startled me!"

Pinkie leaned in, her eyes wide with excitement. "Perfect! That’s exactly what I need—a true scream from the queen of brains!" She twirled dramatically, arms spread wide. "You’re the smartest person I know, and if we’re going to make the scariest movie ever, I need your brains for the perfect plot!”

Twilight blinked, both flattered and slightly intimidated by Pinkie's intensity. But the idea of creating a horror film piqued her interest. "Alright, Pinkie. I’m in! So, what’s the concept?”

“Great question!” Pinkie pulled out a notebook that looked like it had been through multiple brainstorming sessions. Scrawled across the pages were doodles of ghosts, monsters, and notes like “SCARY CLOSE-UP!” and “CREEPY MUSIC???”

“Okay, okay,” Pinkie began, tapping her chin. “So the main idea is… ICE CREAM! But, you know, scary!”

Twilight tilted her head, trying to envision it. “Uh, like a haunted ice cream truck?”

“Exactly!” Pinkie grinned. “We’ll have this creepy old ice cream truck that only appears at night. And when kids hear the music, they feel compelled to chase it. But once they get close, they find out the ice cream… is haunted!”

Twilight’s scientific mind went to work. "We could add a psychological twist,” she suggested, warming up to the idea. “Maybe the truck isn’t haunted, but it has a hypnotic effect on anyone who hears the tune. Like, it's a lure!"

Pinkie’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Yes! And then once they’re inside, the truck starts to change… the walls close in, the temperature drops, and there are sounds—eerie whispers, ghostly giggles…”

Twilight nodded. “And instead of selling regular flavors, it offers… terrifying flavors. ‘Ghastly Green Apple,’ ‘Screaming Strawberry,’ and ‘Bloodcurdling Blueberry.’ Maybe each flavor has a supernatural side effect!”

Pinkie’s jaw dropped. “Twilight, you’re a genius!”

Twilight blushed, her enthusiasm now fully charged. “Alright, Pinkie. If we’re going to do this, we need a storyboard, a script, costumes, sound effects, and of course… our cast!”

The next day, Pinkie and Twilight recruited their friends to help bring their horror masterpiece to life. Rainbow Dash was more than happy to play the mysterious ice cream truck driver, donning a vintage uniform with a creepy, unblinking mask they had found in the theater department. Applejack helped them borrow an old truck from Sweet Apple Acres, which they decorated with faded paint and crooked, hand-painted signs that read "Scream for Ice Cream" and "Sweet Treats for the Brave."

“Alright, girls, let’s make some movie magic!” Pinkie cheered as she set up her camcorder. Twilight had written up a quick script, but she was open to improvisation, encouraging everyone to bring their own spookiness to the scenes.

They began filming late in the afternoon, just as the sun was setting and casting eerie shadows across the schoolyard. As the truck rumbled into frame, Rainbow put on her creepiest ice cream seller voice.

“Helloooo, kiddies… who’s ready for a taste of terror?”

Rarity, who had opted to play a “terrified townsperson,” shrieked as the truck slowly approached. Fluttershy, cast as an innocent passerby, huddled behind Rarity, clutching a small plush toy she’d brought for emotional support.

Pinkie watched the scene unfold through the camcorder, feeling a thrill rush through her. The spooky atmosphere, the creeping shadows, the ominous hum of the truck’s ice cream jingle—all of it was coming together perfectly.

Then came the big scene: the kids’ first taste of the haunted ice cream. Twilight had rigged up some clever effects for this, including dry ice hidden under the ice cream tubs and glow sticks nestled in scoops to give them an otherworldly glow.

"Alright, Rainbow, you’re gonna hand them a cone of Screaming Strawberry, and then, bam!” Twilight explained, holding up a cue card for everyone to remember the sequence. “Rarity, you’re gonna scream and say, ‘What… what is this?!’”

Rainbow cackled in character, extending a cone of smoking pink ice cream to Rarity with a wicked laugh. “Only the brave get a taste of Screaming Strawberry…”

Rarity took a shaky bite, her eyes widening. “What… what is this?!” She gagged dramatically, grabbing her throat as if she could barely stand the flavor. She stumbled backward, then let out a bloodcurdling scream, collapsing to her knees.

Everyone was so into it that even Fluttershy gave a little gasp of horror. The entire cast went silent, stunned by Rarity’s over-the-top reaction.

Pinkie stopped recording, her grin wider than ever. “Rarity, that was amazing! I was almost scared!”

Rarity gave a satisfied smile, straightening her witch’s hat. “Why, thank you, darling. I do believe I have a flair for the dramatic.”

They moved on to the final scenes, in which the truck's hauntings became more intense. Rainbow, grinning behind her mask, revved the engine and took the truck down a deserted alley near the school. In the dim light, shadows danced on the walls as Twilight rigged up more spooky effects: ghostly whispers recorded on her phone, eerie lights flickering from the truck's windows, and Pinkie hiding in the back, banging pots and pans to create strange metallic echoes.

“Fluttershy, you’re up!” Twilight called. Fluttershy nervously approached the truck, her eyes wide as she looked around.

Rainbow leaned out of the truck window, her voice a low, sinister whisper. “One last customer for the night… care for a cone?”

Fluttershy took the cone with a trembling hand, but before she could take a bite, a shadowy figure—Applejack, draped in a sheet with glowing red eyes—rose from behind her, letting out a deep, echoing moan.

Fluttershy shrieked, dropping the cone and bolting out of the scene. But, ever the professional, she turned back and gave a small wave to show she was okay. Everyone broke into laughter, the tension melting as Pinkie stopped recording.

After hours of filming and editing, Twilight and Pinkie finally pieced together the finished product. They were exhausted, but seeing the final result filled them with pride. The creepy music, the haunted truck, the sinister ice cream, and each friend’s over-the-top reactions all came together beautifully.

On the night of the Scare Film Fest, Pinkie could barely sit still. The gym was filled with students, all eagerly awaiting the showcase of films. As the lights dimmed and the first film rolled, she glanced over at Twilight, giving her a big thumbs-up. When their film finally started, an eerie hush fell over the audience.

Rainbow's creepy ice cream truck appeared on screen, inching forward, the ominous tune playing as she handed out cones of ghostly ice cream. Gasps, whispers, and nervous laughs rippled through the crowd, and by the time the “Screaming Strawberry” scene played, there were actual screams from a few students.

When Fluttershy bolted from the haunted truck in the final scene, the gym burst into applause. The screen faded to black, and the title appeared: "I Scream for You" in jagged red letters.

As the lights came up, Principal Celestia took the stage, smiling brightly. “I think it’s safe to say we were all a little spooked by that one! Congratulations to Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, and the rest of their team for delivering some truly haunting Halloween spirit!”

Pinkie jumped out of her seat, cheering. She grabbed Twilight’s hand, pulling her up as they took a bow. The entire gym clapped and cheered, and Pinkie beamed, knowing that their scary little movie had stolen the show.

As they left the gym, Pinkie whispered to Twilight, “Next year? Even scarier.”

Twilight grinned. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”