"Derpy, this has to be the most interesting thing you've ever done," said Pinkamena, masking an obvious rage with a syrupy smile. Her hair was curled again, and something glinted in her hoof. I recognised the curve of a skinning knife; blood soaked half her arm.
I stood in front of Braeburn protectively. "H-how did you know?" I stuttered. She clucked her tongue, ignoring the question. Her fake expression curved into a disappointed, thin grimace.
"Oh Derpy. You know I have no time for visitors. Besides, I have work." She glanced at Braeburn, who had not rejected the shield that I had provided him. "You look absolutely delicious."
Pinkamena trotted to Braeburn, who sat down hard on his butt. She stood over him, smiling evilly. I saw Braeburn swallow.
"Would you like to join us for a sleepover?" Pinkamena said brightly. Braeburn's eyes grew wider and he scooted away on his butt.
She turned again, roughly grabbed my ankle, and dragged me brutally into Sugarcube Corner. I saw that she had taken it upon herself to take all the skins and dry them. I saw a glint of purple behind a mannequin that was covered in colorful skins. It was a dress, a beautiful yet sick dress. It had pegasus wings lined up on the flank, the cuffs were adorned with orange hair. I could clearly see the cutie mark of Jackie, and of Lyra. I shivered. Then I saw more purple, and the moving figure revealed itself with a flourish, busying itself by sewing a greenish skin onto the collar. I recognised the figure.
It was Rarity.