Author's Notes:

Am I doing this "edgy" stuff right? I mostly do fluff and happiness.

Either way, I (kinda) tried.

Chapter suggested by TheBaconMaster.

"There is no joy in life." Rarity grumbled, "Only suffering. And death. Lots of death."

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. "For the last time, sis, this trend of being ‘edgy’ just makes you look stupid!"

"You’ll regret that the day you wake up to sewing needles in your voodoo doll..."

"RARITY!"

"WHAT?!" snapped Rarity from behind her jet-black dyed mane, “Can’t you see that I’m internally fuming?!"

Except Sweetie Belle was gone, for the sheer level cringe had resulted in the filly vanishing from the universe in search for a new reality. Because screw it, the author’s getting tired and doesn’t know how to edginess.