“Oh no.” Dash reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room
was decorated with a typical but twisted Pinkie Pie flair. Colorful streamers
of dried entrails fluttered around on the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of
all sizes were attached to the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with
helium were tied to the backs of chairs.
Wow.
Uh, like what you’ve done with the place?
The tables and chairs were made of bones and the preserved flesh of past
ponies. Dash cringed upon seeing the center piece of the table nearest to her.
The heads of four foals, their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, were
wearing party hats made from their own skin. With a thrill of terror, Dash
recognized one of them as Apple Bloom’s classmate Twist.
At least this all happened after Dash got past the denial stage.
Also, is she seriously still doing the “pony” thing under these circumstances? Even extending it to “foals” for the weirdly named kids (the names sound like cape names but she’s treating them like they’re not capes)?
At this point it feels like they might actually literally be talking ponies, which is ridiculous.
Dash’s eyes darted back and forth and then fell upon a patchwork banner
hanging from the rafters. Made from several tanned pony hides, the words
“Life is a party” were scrawled on it in blood red.
Fetching.
…pony hides. Are they ponies??
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