“Dearest Princess Celestia,” began Twilight. She observed Spike writing her words down as she said them. “Friendship, although powerful…” SLAM! Twilight jumped as Spike fell to the floor. He instantaneously began to snore, providing Twilight with relief that harm did not come to the baby purple dragon. “Guess that the letter can wait until tomorrow then…” Twilight whispered to herself. She let out a sigh. If they hadn’t of stayed up late the last night then she could have sent a letter to the Princess tonight. Oh well, tomorrow is as good a day as ever to catch up on her task. She dropped her head onto her pillow and couldn’t be bothered to pull up her sheets as she was pooped from a rough day of running around for her friends. Her eyes began to slowly droop down until she was fast asleep.
KNOCK! KNOCK! Twilight shook herself awake. “Coming!” she yelled. She blinked as her eyes had to adjust to the sudden change of lighting.
“Twilight! Hurry! We all need your help! Something’s happened at the farm!”
“Alright! Hold up! I’m coming!” Twilight tumbled towards the door. She was greeted by all her friends. “What are you girls doing here?” She noticed that AppleJack had a look of terror frozen on her face. Her cheeks showed signs of a recent stream of tears. Twilight became worried that something serious had happened. She went to ask what but she was interrupted by Pinkie Pie.
“Twilight! Follow us.” She looked up and tried to hide a tear and attempted to continue to speak but she couldn’t make the words. The group then lead Twilight back to Sweet Apple Acers and they were greeted with Big Macintosh’s corpse skewered through a scarecrow’s post, the pole going up his anus and through the top of his skull. Blood ran down the pole and was collected in a puddle of blood and faeces at his feet. Big Mac’s face was frozen in a terrified expression, and his eyes stared out towards the barn. Twilight wasn’t prepared to face something so traumatising. She assumed that she was required to go to the farm to assist with apple buck season or to help mend a broken leg at worst.
“Who could have done this?”