Disclaimer: This is a dark, twisted story that may effect your tastes in mlp characters. Reader Discretion is advised.
Apple Bloom was walking with her best friends, whispering about their weekly meetings. The three innocent looking as ever fillies were fooling everyone, as usual. No one ever suspected the little psychopathic fillies as they trotted along life. "I wonder who we'll document tonight." said Apple Bloom "This will be awesome!" said Scootaloo excitedly "Maybe we'll document Silver Spoon this time. She can join Diamond Tiara." Sweetie Belle thought out loud earning a "Good Idea!" from the other cutie mark crusaders.
No one ever knew where the ponies went. They just vanished without a trace.
"I think we should make names for ourselves in the club house. like for when we're documenting and such." Apple Bloom said contemplatively. the others agreed. "Race y'all to the club house!" "your on!" "This will be fun!" When Scootaloo got there first, and Sweetie Belle last as usual, they thought of names they could give themselves. "How about Apple Scar for me, Shankaloo for Scootaloo and Sweetie Blood for Sweetie Belle?" "That's perfect!" said Sweetie Belle said enthusiastically while Scootaloo agreed. "Great! We got names then for when we document. Is the Museum of Ponies cleaned?" "Yep!" "Uh-Huh!" "Great progress today girls. Lets go down the tree slide. we got more work to do!"
The three fillies trotted through their age-old museum briskly, so as to get to the newer rows of mummified ponies. This museum had been started by Granny Smith herself, as psychopathy ran through the apple family like wildfire in the driest forest on earth. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle had been psychopaths by nature, though they were first generation. Apple Blooms psychopathy was 156th generation, which was very concentrated and undiluted as well.
No one ever knew the true reason why the Apple Family knew more about the history of ponies than others, They just assumed. Poor naive ponies. They never really knew the Hell they were living in.
And the Apple Family liked it that way.
Apple Bloom had over 1,000 ponies in her museum, and was very thankful that it was incredibly extensive in size. "Y'all got the Hide room right? and the Embalmers room?" "Yep!" was her response from both. "Did y'all get the table in the Document room? and the Filter in the solution room for Pinkie Pie? y'all know that really needs to be cleaned." "Yeah, we got those too. The amount of blood on that filter! I had to scrub for hours to get it clean!" "I'm glad Pinkie's related to the apples. I almost had to sign off forms on her using all that ponies blood for her pastries!" "It's not like we use all of it to determine the ponies blood type. The forms were unneeded." "I know, but they don't. They like having this be a closely guarded secret. I had to get y'alls confirmation you wouldn't tell no one. Remember?" "We know, we know. get on with it!" Scootaloo finished the conversation annoyedly and looked on at the army of mummified ponies and said "I love this age-old tradition of your family's Apple Bloom. its so refreshing." she said that last word with a tinge of malice and uncontrolled rage as she looked on an reminisced all the happy times she had had down here. All the times she had felt she belonged in the world. All the times she had killed a pony. and liked it.
All the times she had confirmed her own insanity, and loved the feeling of being free from the chains of normalcy, And all the times her friends had felt the same.
"So, we got our desired target set up. We need to move the tools in the Document room, and get the scalpels from our other tools and set the date we're doing the Documentation." Apple Bloom said in a voice she only used when she needed to lead. "How about next week, on Monday?" "So in about three days? That should work. it gives us plenty of time." "we got that settled then!" "Woohoo!" they all suddenly burst out in joyous cries that resonated in the desolate room, which looked like it had never seen the happy face of a sane pony in its longetivity.
And it never will.
I probably gave you all nightmares. Eh, I'm not that worried. This is only the Beginning...*Hysterical. terrifying laughter* *Vanishes into the dark recesses of your nightmares*