A few minutes passed before there was a knock at the door.

"Huh?" asked Sweetie Belle. She quickly ran to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. The cuts seemed to have stopped bleeding. Smiling, she ran to the front door and opened it. "Hello?"

There stood Twist. "Hey, Sthweetie Belle!" she called, waving.

"Hey, Twist. What's up?"

"I justh came by ta sthee yo- What happened to yer face?!" she said, now looking at the filly's new scars.

"Oh, uh... I-I fell. It's nothing."

"Are you sthure? Thosthe look like they where made on purpeth"

"Don't be silly, Twist. I actually don't mind them. They'll make cool scars, huh?"

"Y-Ya... They sthure will..."

"Anyways... What's up?"

"Well... I wasth justh..." Twist looked away trying to think/

"Something wrong?"

"Can your thithster make me pretty!" Twist yelled, clinching her eyes shut.

"Well... She told me to only show 'special' ponies. I'll ask her when she gets back, okay? We can hang until then?"

"B-But... Sthee givesth poniesth makeoversth all the time," Twist said, tearing up.

"Well, we have this new technique for the 'special' ones. I suppose she could always use make-up or dresses for you..."

Twist smiled. "Okay. I justh don't want Sthilver Sthpoon and Diamond Tiara making fun of me..."

"I'm sure Rarity can help one way or the other."

"Okay..."

Sweetie smiled. "Now... Be honest... What do you think of... my face?"

"I think... theyre really cute, Sthweetie Belle."

The foal smiled. "Thanks. When they scar, I'll look like a little dolly."

"Yeah, they'll look cute on you."

Sweetie said nothing for a moment before, "So, whatcha wanna do while we wait for my sister?"

"Wanna, mmm... Wanna play Hide And Stheek?"

"Sure. Who hides first?"

"Not it!" Twist called.

"Shoot."

"Heh heh. Count to 20, Sthweetie."

The white foal sighed and closed her eyes. "1. 2. 3..."

Twist bolted up the stairs. She then looked around till she found Rarity's room.

Stepping into it, she froze. "Diamond?"

The foal was asleep in bed. The heart cut on her chest had stopped bleeding.

"8. 9. 10..." counted Sweetie.

Twist got onto the bed. "Diamond Thiara?"

The foal's eyes fluttered slightly.

"16. 17. 18..."

"Diamond!" Twist said, shaking the filly a little.

The foal opened her eyes. "Hmm? Wha... You?"

"19. 20!" came Sweetie's voice. "Ready or not, here I come!"

"What happened ta you, Diamond?" Twist asked.

She was about to say something when she remembered Rarity, the knife, and the punishment for if she was bad. She closed her mouth and looked away.

"What'sth wrong?"

"I can't say."

"D-Did Rarity do this?"

The foal began to sweat. She seemed really afraid by the mention of Rarity.

Twist gasped. "Sthee did, didn't sthee, here ill get you out of here" twist said pulling diamond out from under the covers

The foal looked over Twist's shoulder and whimpered, going wide-eyed.

"What'sth wrong?" Twist asked, looking at Diamond.

She kept staring over Twist's shoulder.

The red-maned filly turned around. There, in the doorway, stood Sweetie Belle, a creepy grin on her face made creepier by the cuts.

"So... You found her."

"Y-You knew sthee wasth like thisth?" asked Twist as she took a step back.

"Of course. I brought her here so my sis could make her pretty."

"Y-You helped your sthisthter do this?!"

"Yeah," said Sweetie. "Doesn't she look prettier? Just like a doll."

Twist looked back at Diamond. The pink foal looked frightened as she looked back at her.

"What did you do?" Twist asked, pushing the filly over. "It'sth like sthee can't move on her own."

"I dunno. Something about a muscle relaxer?"

"Y-You have to help me get her out of here, Sthweetie."

"Oh, I can't do that, Twist. Rarity wouldn't like that, would she?"

"B-But, sthee'sth afraid of her!"

"So?" asked Sweetie. "She doesn't understand... And neither do you."

Twist took another step back.

Sweetie giggled. "All we want is to make ponies pretty. Don't I look pretty?"

"Y-Yesth?"

"Doesn't Diamond look pretty?"

Twist said nothing and stepped further back.

Sweetie grinned. "Would you like to look pretty, too?"

"N-No. Not anymore..."

Belle began to move closer. "Are you... sure?"

Twist moved behind Diamond. "Yesth. I'm sthure..."

"Using the defenseless foal for cover, Twist?" asked Sweetie. "Come on. It only hurts for a bit, and then you get used to it."

"N-No!"

Sweetie stepped up to a dresser and picked up a pair of clippers.

"Wh-What are ya gunna do with thosthe?"

"Make you pretty, Twist. Just like you wanted."

"I don't want it now!"

"You see... The thing is, Twist, is that now you now the secret. I can't let you tell on my big sister."

"But, sthee hurt you! And sthee did this to Diamond!"

"She only wants to make us pretty," said Sweetie, stepping closer.

Twist waited till Sweetie was close and head butted her in the throat. The white foal gasped before growling and tackling Twist.

The red-maned filly fell back, knocking Diamond off the bed.

The fancy foal let out a grunt as she landed. Sweetie pinned Twist down on the bed. "Ready to look pretty?"

"No, stop!" Twist yelled, squirming

Sweetie opened the clippers and placed the blade on the foal's mouth. "Now, you can look just like me."

Twist moved her head down and the clippers' blade hit her eye. "AHHHHH," the filly screamed.

"Why'd you move?!" yelled Sweetie.

Twist screamed in pain as she pulled away, blood gushing from her eye.

"Well, you're ruined now. As my sister always said... Time to scrap this and start over." She then placed the clippers' blade on the foal's neck.

"Sth-thweetie Belle, no!" yelled Twist, holding a hoof over her eyes.

"But, you're ruined. There's no hope for you now."

Twist tried to push Sweetie off her.

"Sorry about this, Twist," said Sweetie, before cutting the foal's throat.

Twist gurgled as she drowned in her own blood. Soon, that blood dripped off the blanket and onto Diamond.

The foal shuddered. "N-Not again... And it's... somepony else's..."

Sweetie hopped off the bed. "Looks like you'll need to be washed again."

As Sweetie hopped down, more blood dripped onto the doll filly. Sweetie grabbed Diamond's hoof and began dragging her out of the room. As she did, Diamond saw her blood-covered body in the mirror.

She let out a scream. "Get it off! Get it off!"

"I'm working on it," said Sweetie, dragging the foal to the upstairs bathroom.

As she did, Sweetie saw the trail she left behind her.

"Oh, lookit. You're making a mess."

Sweetie dragged the foal into and bathroom and set her on the rug. She then hoped onto the toilet beside the sink and got a washcloth.

Author's Notes:

Editing Twist's lisp was a pain. I hope you all enjoyed it.