The next day Sweetie Belle was fed a breakfast of pancakes by Rarity who invited her over. "Sweetie Belle, darling!" Rarity said as she walked about behind Sweetie Belle who was sitting down stuffing an unreasonable amount of pancakes in her mouth. "You already look older!" she said as she continued to clean and prep the kitchen. Sweetie looked the same, but being the elder sister she had to lie. Sweetie took it as a complement and giggled as she continued eating.
"Oh Rarity, me and Scootaloo and Appleboom are going to do a private concer—"Rarity interrupted, "Sweetie, proper grammar please. Scootaloo, Applebloom and I!" The young unicorn lowered her head, "sorry, sis." Rarity picked up a few spoons and put them in the sink, "not a bother my dear! Don't think much of it, Sweetie"
Sweetie Belle finished her pancakes and looked over to her sister then the time. "Uh oh! I'm gonna be late for the meet up!" Sweetie said as she jumped down from the table and ran away. Rarity yelled after her sister, "Aren't you going to clean up!?"
The three little fillies met up at the playground next to the school where the stallion was already waiting. He looked as if he hasn't been sleeping, Sweetie with her natural caring heart asked, "are you sick? You look awful." The stallion rubbed his eye and did a little chuckle, "Thanks...and I never slept last night. I was getting everything ready," Applebloom tilted her head, "uh...ready for what?" The stallion smiled at the little fillies, "Ready for the concert of course."
He began walking. The three little ones walked behind him with tiny grins on their faces. But their grins soon faded into frowns as they noticed how long they have been walking. Its been only 15 minutes, then soon it became 20 then 30. As they walked the three talked amongst themselves while the stallion never said a word. Finally one of them spoke up
"So what's your name? Where are we going?" the stallion smiled to himself, "I'm just a stallion who likes music! And we're going to my house, its a little far away" Scootaloo frowned, "A little? We've been talking forever!" The stallion chuckled again, he seemed to laugh a lot at their childishness. He said with a smile as he turned his head to Scootaloo, "We're almost there"
The stallion was walking them far away from ponyvill and down a abandoned dirt road where there was hardly any houses, each one uninhabited by anypony. Others were home to wild animals. Finally at the dead end of the road, there was a small house. It was a little broken down and looked as if it was only recently abandoned. Applebloom looked at it, "You live...here?" she said tilted her head and scrunching her nose. The stallion nodded and stepped up the rickety three steps of the house.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders followed, Sweetie Belle tripping up a little. The stallion opened the door and the three walked in before him. Already Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom could feel a little knot in their stomachs telling them this wasn't a good idea, but the constant thought of getting a cutie mark kept them going.
Inside the house was shockingly well kept. There was a faint smell of leather and lemon scented cleaner in the air.
There was a couch, a arm chair, a glass table, multiple paintings of what looked like abstract looks of harmonicas. Sweetie took note that he liked harmonicas. The floors were polished and easy to slip up on, they could see there was a basement with a foal-proof cage like thing in the way of the basement, made to stop little baby ponies from crawling down the stairs. The Cutie Mark Crusaders walked to his living room, eager to get the show done and over with. They dropped their instruments on the table.
The stallion quickly followed them and interrupted their frantic act of getting ready, "Girls, wouldn't you care for a drink first?" Sweetie Belle went to protest but Applebloom said in a bit of a worried tone, "O-Of course sir!" The stallion smiled a bit, closing his eyes then opening them, "Well, what would you like? I have water, soda, juice, cider—oh but you're all probably too young to drink my cider."
Scootaloo's ears perked up at the word "juice" she let her tiny wings flap as she replied, "Oh Juice please!" The stallion nodded and went into the kitchen. Almost instantly the three little fillies huddled together.
"Girls! We need to get out of here!" yelled Applebloom in a bit of a sotto voice, Sweetie had tears in her eyes, "O-Oh sweet Celestia what do we do?" Scootaloo replied to them, "We...We just do the show and leave guys, nothing bad should happen,"
"Am I interrupting?" asked the stallion. The three jumped at his voice. They instantly un-huddled and went into a disorganized line. The stallion handed each a glass of clear red juice. The three instantly drank it as if they were being timed or judged by how fast they were to drink it. The stallion sat on the couch. The fillies put their drinks down and looked at the stallion. He tapped his hoofs together as if waiting. Applebloom took it as a signal to start the show.
But the moment she went to dash back in front of the table to get her instruments she noticed the room spinning. Her body became weak and she got incredibly drowsy. Sweetie and Scootaloo felt the same. Their eyes opened wide and Scootaloo shrieked, "Wh-What did...y-you do to..." she was too weak to finish her sentence. The stallion stood up and flicked his mane. Sweetie Belle was now on the floor, her body feeling weak and almost hot; she looked to the door and tried crawling to it while tears of fear fell down her face. The stallion stepped on her tail to stop her, making her let out a short yelp.
"Insomnia pills...add them to drinks, makes you fall asleep. I guess it explains why I have these bags under my eyes..heh heh" the stallion spoke with a chuckle. Scootaloo felt her stomach turning, the fear making her want to throw up. Applebloom was already asleep. Sweetie Belle had passed out, the pills taking the full effect on the little ponies now. Scootaloo was still awake. The stallion walked over to Scootaloo and looked down at her. "Well...guess we'll have to move the show somewhere else since your friends are falling asleep. What do you think, little filly?" Scootaloo's vision was blurry. Her eyes were closing from her eye lids feeling so heavy. The stallion reached his hoof down making her flinch and he began to gently stroke her purple mane slowly. Everything became dark.