DISCLAIMER: I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT THIS LIKE A FUCKING NUMBNUT! Shoutout to Dark Colt Sabata for pointing this out to me!

Applebloom was trotting along the road of Sweet Apple Acres. It was a bright, sunny day and just rightfully so, considering it was apple-picking day.

She ran in front of Applejack, who had a huge cart loaded with apples next to her.

"Oh, hey sis! Could ya do me a favor?" Applejack asked.

"Yeah?" Asked Bloom.

"Ah gathered most of them apples from the orchard back there, but there's still a few left," Applejack replied, "Would ya be kind enough to bring them to me?"

"Sure thing!" Applebloom chimed, galloping to the orchard with a basket in hoof. She began bucking the apple trees, taking a total of 19 when she came across a dark crimson apple.

"Yuck! This one's rotten! She won't want it!" Applebloom hissed as she dropped the bad apple and ran back to her sister.

"Ah got the apples."

"Thanks." Applejack smiled as she loaded the apples into the cart.

Applebloom trotted down the hill and met with Fluttershy.

"Oh, um, hello Applebloom. Is your sister around?" Asked the buttery-yellow Pegasus.

"Sure is. She's just up the hill if ya wanna talk to her." Replied the filly.

"Wonderful. Thank you Applebloom." Fluttershy smiled as she began to trot up the hill when a voice stopped everything.

"Darnit! The harness broke! Hey, watch out down there!" Cried Applejack's voice much too late as the cart tumbled headlong into the Pegasus and rolled with her into a house.

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Fluttershy woke up in foggy darkness. She took a few steps forward and dared to ask "What happened? Where am I?"

She heard an ominous sound. "Is someone there?"

Another Pegasus, this time with Applebloom's colors, began trotting toward her.

"Oh, hello. Do you know where I am?" Fluttershy squeaked before it all went black.

And so it began...

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Applebloom had returned to where the bad apple was and was instantly transported to a graveyard. Absolutely everything was at least a shade of lavender.

"What is this place?" Asked the filly in a frightened tone.

She began trotting past grave after grave, taking note of the silhouettes around. They looked like severed, clawed hands and as with everything else here, they were lavender as well.

"Sis...where are you?!" Cried the filly. She kept moving forward. "I'm scared..." She squeaked.

Suddenly, a wind blew a piece of paper onto her face. She removed it with her hoof and examined it. "What's this...? An invitation...to a birthday party?" Applebloom thought, "But...who's birthday is it?"

And then she looked at the invitation again, and then a grave next to her.

Applebloom began sobbing as she realized she herself had died.