Apple Bloom stumbled through the rain. Her soggy, red mane was messy and all over that bitches face. Her bow was no more. This isn't the sweet Apple Bloom you know from the show, this is years later, she is older and has her cutie mark. But this story isn't so 'cutie'…
A cigarette dangled from her mouth and an empty bottle of scotch was held. She wore a skimpy outfit, a tight bra and thong. Her heels where 10 inches high and decorated with glitter, damn they were sparkly shoes, "fuck Rarity for making it so tight," she thought to herself, I mean, she could hardly even walk! In the distance she could see her house. Not Sweet Apple Acres you dumbass, her shack, her beautiful shack, yes, so beautiful. The paint was peeling and all the windows were smashed and the door dangled off by one, tiny nail. "Home," she whispered to herself, and then she vomited in a nearby shrub. Slowly, she lifted her head back up and wiped some barf off that once innocent face. She heard crying from inside the shack and waddled towards the door. As she stumbled in six fillies where all over the place, shitting, eating, vomiting and running around whipping each other with sticks they had found in the yard. "YO SUSAN, BOBBY, BITCHFACE, DESTINY, SHANIQUA, TITTIES, STOP BEING ASSHOLES!" She thought about all seven fathers as all the fillies ran up to her. "Hey mum, Destiny ate a lizard!" "Hey mum Bobby got stuck in the fridge!" "Hey mu- Apple Bloom looked at them and then burped on Shaniqua. "Go outside or some shit," she waved her hoof in front of the fillies faces and they all toddled out into the yard. She sat down on her mattress (Well, the whole families mattress) and took off her outfit, she chucked the bra and thong over onto the oven and left the heels next to the bed. She took out a cracked hand mirror out from under her pillow and looked at the image inside. The eyes where soulless, the hair was a bunch of shit, make-up was carelessly tossed on the face, the face, it used to be doll like, adorable some might say, now it looks like a messed up piece of garbage. That's what she was, a piece of garbage. A single tear ran down her face and she looked at her reflection. Quickly she wiped the tear away and stood up. The mirror fell from her hoof and dropped into a pile of diapers. "Bitch please, I'm fabulous!" She put one hoof on her hip and took out her iPhone 67, taking a quick selfie and Instagraming that shit. "jst chilling at home 3 #nomakeup #nofilter #yolo" she typed, and then hit the 'send' button. Almost instantly that photo got 50 likes, maybe because she was shirtless, we will never know.
She tossed her hair back and dropped onto the itchy mattress. Suddenly she thought about her past, when she was a Cutie Mark Crusader, Scootaloo, Sweetiebelle, Applejack, "damn," she thought, "it's flashback time!."