Scootaloo trembled where she stood under the bench, staring into those black, lifeless orbs. The spider couldn't have been more than six inches from her face, its fuzzy palpi hovering dangerously close to Scootaloo's muzzle.

'Hssss!' it stridulated again. But it made no motion forward; it didn't seem like it was going to attack her. And then, to Scootaloo's surprise yet relief, the creature backed away slowly. It wasn't until the tarantula was backed up onto the stage by the pulpit that Scootaloo crawled out from beneath the pew and into the aisle. At the sight of her, the tarantula stopped moving; it stood completely still by the pulpit and watched as the filly stood.

'What are you playing at?' Scootaloo asked. 'Who are you? What do you have to do with that possum?'

The tarantula merely looked back at her. Scootaloo could see her face reflected in the silver color of the star. It also, as she noted, looked quite similar to the portion of the inset tri-metal square in the wall.

'Okay... well, whatever. Bugger off.' Scootaloo snnrk'd. 'Heh.'

'Hssss,' the spider stridulated once more.

'C'mon, stop doing that,' Scootaloo said. 'It's creeping me the heck out. Nnngh... why am I even talking to a friggin' spider?' The filly turned around and walked down the aisle towards the doorway on the far side. It wasn't until she was a few feet outside the room that she could hear soft footsteps behind her. Scootaloo craned her neck over her shoulder and saw flecks of brown-colored hairs.

'Oh, you have got to be kidding me...'

The tarantula looked up at her. 'Hsssssssss!' it stridulated, sounding almost... joyous?

'Nnnngh... I don't even care. Follow me if you want, but don't mess with me or you're toast. Capisce?'

'Hkkksss!'

Sighing, Scootaloo turned around and kept walking. The tunnel ahead of her twisted and turned several times in a row so that the next time she looked over her shoulder, the weird church room was already out of view. Only she was left there in the tunnel. Her and her arachnid companion.