The Fillycaust

Applejack slowly opened her eyes, the room was dark. It took her a few moments to realize that there were ponies huddled all around her.

What in the world? She thought dazed. Where am I?

A jolt that rocked the entire room shook off Applejacks tiredness. She looked around and noticed the ponies were all shaking in fear. Some of them were even crying. A putrid smell of feces and vomit pierced Applejack’s nose causing her to wince.

Then the truth raced through her mind like a suppressed memory revealing itself. Fluttershy. Twilight. It was all real.

Panic swept through Applejack and she started breathing heavily. Her heart pounded faster and faster. And then she realized something.

“Applebloom!” she yelled. “Oh God no! Applebloom!”

Some of the ponies looked up at her but nopony said a word.

She turned to the pony next to her. “Please sir!” she cried. “Have you seen my sister Applebloom, she’s a young filly about-”

“It doesn’t matter.” he said angrily. “Don’t you see? We’re all going to die anyway, we might as well accept it.”

“Accept it?” Applejack said in horror. “Accept my innocent baby sister’s...” The thought of Applebloom being hurt or even dead caused Applejack to burst into tears. She collapsed on the floor causing another pony next to her to fall as well.

“Hey!” the pony said. “That wasn’t very nice!”

Applejack didn’t care all she could think about was her sister.

“Oh it’s you! Hey Applejack!”

Applejack looked over to see the pony she had knocked over was none other than Pinkie Pie.

“P-Pinkie Pie..” Applejack stammered. “H-have you seen Applebloom?”

“Why sure!” the pink pony replied. “She’s asleep right now, but she’s right over there!”

Pinkie Pie pointed her hoof at a small yellow filly that was on the ground between two other ponies. It was indeed Applebloom.

Applejack’s breathing returned to normal and she sighed in relief. Applebloom was safe and unharmed.

Applejack turned to Pinkie Pie and gave her a hug, “Oh thank you Pinkie! Thank you!”

“No problem!” Pinkie Pie replied. The cheerfulness of Pinkie’s voice was calming yet odd. How could she be so happy after what had happened?

“Pinkie don’t you remember?” Applejack began. “F-Fluttershy?”

Pinkie Pie’s smile instantly faded and her eyes filled with tears. “I...” Pinkie began. “I wish I didn’t remember.” The pony dropped her head and began to cry softly.

Applejack had actually never seen Pinkie Pie so distraught. It was an eerie sight for a pony to be happy in such a situation, but it was even odder seeing her friend like this.

Another jolt shook the room.

“What was that?” Applejack asked with curiosity while also trying to change the subject.

Pinkie Pie looked up again holding back her tears. “We’re in a train.”

“That would explain it.”

“Applejack?” Pinkie said softly.

“Yes Pinkie Pie?”

“What do you think it's like... to die?”