"That should take care of that" Said Apple jack while collecting the red blood stains on the mare's soft white coat.
Rarity said nothing.
Yes she cried in pain during the swing but she also studied the blood slowly going down from her head to her chin. Is...is this it? Have I finally found it?
Looking back to her blood she remembered But we need real blood unless for this to happen
Gasping she looked back at Apple Jack."Oh, whats wrong 'friend'? Something bothering ya? Well let me show you something that might calm ya down a bit.."
She fled into the shadows again. She didn't bring a box, but she brought something very familiar to the white mare. It was white like her, it looked like her, and was very close to her. It was Sweetie Belle.
Well..come with me, but wear this blind fold. It's a.. surprise.
"Sweetie....Sweetie Belle?..."
Rarity was finally hurt. She was broken down with no more desire of looking
Cause she finally lost everything.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Apple Bucking (Creepy Pasta Story)
TerrorApples. Apples. Apples. Where do they come from? From apple trees you say? So you just think we just kick trees for apples? Oh, no no no. We do more than that. That's right. There is a lot more to it than just a simple farm
