“Eeeek!” Twilight dove under a table and flipped it over against the approaching monstrosity. That is, until she heard familiar laughter.

She peered over the side of the table at the monster, who was nothing more than a painted up pegasus.

“Oh my, you should see yourself Twilight,” she giggled.

“Fluttershy?” Twilight couldn’t believe her eyes, the meekest of her friends looked like she had come straight from tartarus. “Why are you—?”

“It’s Pinkie’s new celebration: ‘dead for a day’,” Fluttershy replied. “She made the cutest decorations from skulls and ribbons.”

Twilight sighed “At least it’s not parasprite appreciation day”