Apple Bloom sat at home, the same day, her crayons and paper out, but she had not gotten past writing her name in the corner of the page, for her mind was again wandering, but this time to the harvest. An elaborate fantasy formed in her mind, vivid and satisfying.

She picked up a twisted, half-rotted rope and looked Twist in the eye, edging towards her, a slightly psychotic aura pulsating from herself, emanating her will to shed blood. She could feel the frayed rope in her hoof; hear the sound it made as it whipped around in circles above her head, latching onto Twist as she screamed. She could feel her fear as she was hoisted onto a rafter, swinging like a pendulum, and feel the blood trickle onto the blade as she flayed her skin, tasting the crimson pouring out of the wounds, spreading it over her buttercup yellow coat, matting her already red mane. She could see the twitching muscles of the bare flesh, the shiny organs, and could smell the sickly scent of the blood. She expertly sliced and popped veins, swallowing the thick red blood that poured out, watching Twist lose her life. She wanted her to be alive to witness the harvest. Apple Bloom grabbed a scalpel, intricately carving out the candy cane pattern on both sides of Twist’s flank, licking her lips and deftly curving around the candy canes, a bead of blood continually springing behind the blade as it sliced through pale white fur and skin. Twist had long since given up screaming, her vocal chords raw and bloody. Apple Bloom licked her lips again and began to talk to Twist.

“Now, ah really am sorry, I didn’t mean t’get your insides in a twist.” She giggled, wrenching her intestines out and cutting them up, hanging them around her neck like a grotesque necklace and stroking it appreciatively with her hoof.

“I think you’ll understand, I’m just kidney with ya!” Apple Bloom said, snorting at her sick humour as she cut out two kidneys, first carefully inspecting them, and then throwing them behind her with a satisfying squelch. Next she edged closer to her stomach, slashing with a quick motion at the tubes that connected it. She pressed on the purple organ, a green, acidy liquid pouring out, drenching her coat and the floor.

“Ew, Twist! What in tarnation have you been eating! You need to eat more natural stuff, down at Sweet Apple Acres.” Apple Bloom sang out, stuffing a shiny green apple into Twist’s mouth. Twist finally gave up as Apple Bloom wrenched her heart out, blood spurting across the ceiling with the momentum. Apple Bloom flew backwards, landing roughly on the floor with a loud thump. The organ still twitched in her hooves, slowly beating until it finally stopped  and the last of Twist gone. Apple Bloom cut it open and poured the blood onto her coat, smoothing it over her, her grin a mile wide. She then set to slicing off the rest of Twist’s coat, until there was a pile of bloodied white skin and fur and a red, cut up and empty corpse. Apple Bloom chuckled and spat on the body.

Apple Bloom shook out of her daze, her eyes glassy and her mind filled with the lingering images. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and blindly she realised she had picked up the red crayon whilst immersed in her fantasy and had daubed streaks of the colour across her page, as well as organ shapes. Embarrassed, she scrunched up the paper and threw it in the wastepaper basket, hoping no-one would see and deduce anything from the mindless scribble. But it was useless to ignore her need to draw out the fantasy, so she grabbed another sheet of paper and her yellow crayon, drawing her body, adding the mane and bow, drawing her face in a wicked expression like she’d visualised. A glimmer of silver was plunged into a lump of red with purple frames set on the head, skew-whiff, and squirts of red blood gushing from it. Apple Bloom signed her name and kept the drawing under her pillow, forever reminding her of the beautiful day dream.

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