With little else to say between either of them, Flash Sentry, Satanik Pervertor, Tartarus and Discordia all simply retreated back into their wardrobes to change back into their regular clothes. They all washed off their corpse paint, and Pervertor, Tartarus and Discordia took off their spikes and bullets and put their shirts back on. They all then emerged from their wardrobes, dressed in their regular street clothes, looking at each awkwardly, unsure of what to say, until Flash finally spoke up;

"Guys?" he said timidly. "I'm not gonna lie; I'm scared! I really don't want to know what my parents are gonna do to me when I do get home."

"What do you mean?" Pervertor replied. "They don't, dare I say, beat you, do they?" A worrisome tone could be detected in his voice.

"No," Flash responded. "What I'm worried about is how they're gonna try and keep me away from you guys. You heard them say that they forbid me from playing with you again!"

"Like that should stop you!" Discordia scoffed. "Just tell 'em you're going out with some hot chick, or something. That'll throw 'em off the issue just like that!"

"Well, they think it should be Twilight Sparkle," Flash explained. "But Sunset Shimmer's also been trying to win me back since she underwent...therapy. I really would like to get with one of them, but I still can't for the life of me decide! What am I supposed to do? Flip a coin for them?"

"Unbelievable, how parents can be so meddling," Tartarus seethed.

"But listen, Flash," Pervertor assured him. "You have our numbers, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Good, because no matter what sort of BS your parents try and pull to keep you from fulfilling your dreams just because of some stupid on-stage theatrics, we'll all be here for you. You can call anytime something's really getting to you; we'll be there to listen. But most importantly, don't let them, or anybody else stop you from doing this. We still look forward to your continued tenure as lead guitarist for Bronycorpse."

"Uh, thanks, I guess," Flash said half-heartedly. And after high-fiving Pervertor, Tartarus and Discordia, he and the rest of the band packed up their instruments and left the auditorium en route to the buses...

On the bus ride home, Flash simply sat quietly in his seat, trying but failing to take his mind off of how his parents were going to confront him when he did get home. Normally, Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer would be flirting with him while reaching for each other's throats, but this time, they just looked upon him with worried looks on their faces. While neither of them knew that his parents were in the audience and had yelled at him backstage, they figured that, what with how teachers and principals rat students out for just about anything and everything, that they'd certainly find out about it sooner or later, and that they would indeed be furious, but to what extent, they did not know...

As the bus pulled to a screeching halt in front of his place, Flash stood up, drew his breath, and worriedly trotted his way off of the bus. Neither one of the Rainbooms found the will or the means to reassure him; all they could do was look on helplessly, afraid of what his parents might do to him when they found out what his band had pulled today.

Nonetheless, Sunset decided that she had to find out; something that Twilight surely would not have balls enough to do herself. She did, after all, pack a certain air of boldness quite close to that of Rainbow Dash—in her mind, a trait that could very well help her triumph over Twilight and reclaim Flash Sentry as her one and only. So when the bus stopped at her place, she did not step right into her house as per what she normally did. No, that would have to wait. Instead, she took off on a mad dash in the other direction, toward's Flash's house...

When she got there, she could already sense bad news, as she could see the silhouettes of Flash and his parents through the front window. Judging by how Flash's silhouette was cowering before the wildly flailing silhouettes of his parents, she knew they were really breaking him down hard. Driven on by, if nothing else, sheer curiosity, she crept up to the window and pressed her ear up as close as she could without being seen - this was what she had heard;

"They obviously worship Satan!" Flash's mom was raging. "We saw the pentagrams and the inverted cross on stage. Do you honestly want to be branded by everyone as a... as a... devil-worshiper?!"

"Yeah, none of us could handle that sort of publicity," affirmed Flash's dad.

"A lot of bands just use that to be theatrical or to provoke people," Flash tried to explain.

"Yeah, and it works because everyone thinks they're serious!" his mom rebuked.

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing!" Flash's dad cut him off. "With you in a band like that, the public's gonna hate your guts, the media's gonna make fun of you... You ever consider maybe the fact that these bands play music like this is the very reason why they're social pariahs in the first place?"

"We'll let you go, for now," Flash's mom chipped in, "to think about those implications. And we mean, really think about 'em. And one more thing: make sure you clean that guitar of yours! I don't wanna risk our house being infected with some... black metal plague!"

"She's got a point, son," added Flash's dad. "Plagues bring rats."

And so, defeated, with no more arguments left available to him, Flash simply walked away from his parents towards his room.

Sunset Shimmer, having heard everything, quickly crept away from the house and started the walk back to her own home. In a strange way, she was relieved; they didn't seem like they'd be forcing him out of the band straightaway. They didn't seem like they'd beaten him any; knowing how much they loved their son, it sounded ridiculous. Yet, they were still really harsh with Flash over his choice of band to play in, and in an odd way, Sunset couldn't help but partially agree with them. He should be able to play whatever kind of music he wants, she thought, but this kind of band does look like bad news, especially with that Hest Endetarm as their frontman. God, I hope this doesn't drive me and my Flashy further apart...!

Speaking of Hest Endetarm, he was, at around the same time, pacing angrily back and forth in the backyard of his house in the woods on the city outskirts - an ideal habitat for a black metal musician, ironically enough. He had been suspended from school for the following week for his actions on stage, including his brawl with Applejack, and for that he blamed, not just Applejack, but her other friends as well, including the other Rainbooms, the Cutie Mark Crusaders and Sunset Shimmer.

"I mays be suspendsdeds," Hest seethed under his breath, "but I still needs to finds a ways to get backs at those stupids girl for gettings me in dis positions! Dey hits me once, I hits dem twice! Dey needs to knows dat we haves the gut to takes dis to the next levels, dat Bronycorpse are nos coward, and dat-"

Suddenly, a series of frantic rustling came from the underbrush nearby, along with some savage growling; a small, but vicious carnivorous animal was clearly on the prowl in that general area. But before Hest could think any more of it, that animal suddenly came charging out from the underbrush and right towards Hest. It was a raccoon, about two feet long, with gray fur, as well as foam liberally oozing out from its mouth, which could only mean one thing...

But for Hest, this was not an issue to him. As soon as the animal pounced, he simply reached out a hand and grabbed it straight out of the air by the scruff of the neck, holding it at arm's length so that it wouldn't be able to bite or scratch him. "Hmm, what to dos, what do dos, what to dos..." he said as he pondered just what to do with this rabid raccoon. His first impulse, admittedly, was to go get his hunting knife and neuter it right then and there; give it the "Bob Barker" treatment. But then suddenly, as his mind gravitated towards his previous thoughts on getting revenge on the girls who got him suspended, it all came together for him;

"Come ons, little fellas," he cooed cunningly to the raccoon. "I'm takings you tos your nice new homes."

Fluttershy immediately got right up from her chair as the doorbell rang. She scampered right up to the door, unlocked it and opened it... but no one was there. All that was there on her doorstep was an abnormally large shoebox, with holes punched onto the lid, along with a red pentagram spray-painted on the lid, and inverted crosses spray-painted on the sides. But Fluttershy paid no heed to either of those decorations; her attention was instead focused on how the box was writhing around on the ground, on the growling that was coming from inside.

"Who would do this to such a poor, defenseless animal?!" she squeaked incredulously as she reached down to open up the box. "Poor little thing! Don't worry, I'll take care of y- AAAAAAAHHH!"

Before she could stop it, the rabid raccoon suddenly pounced up and latched itself onto Fluttershy's face, scratching her relentlessly with its claws. Blood oozed out from the scratch marks as she writhed around helplessly on the ground, shrieking "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"

"OH MY GOD!" Fluttershy's parents exclaimed as they responded to her calls and saw what had just happened. Quickly, her mother scrambled for the phone to call animal control while her father went to try and get the raccoon. But that was an ordeal in and of itself; the raccoon's grip was like that of a vice, and as if that weren't enough, its foaming jaws were getting closer and closer, and thus more and more ready to sink their teeth in, which would give Fluttershy rabies and leave her with only 10 hours to live, at most. As her father continued to try and pry the raccoon off of her face, Fluttershy's very life flashed before her eyes; undoubtedly her biggest regrets were not saving and caring for more helpless animals, as well as not allowing herself to be asked out by a certain somebody from the farm known as Sweet Apple Acres...

As for Hest, a maniacal grin bestowed his face as he watched with only the most sinister streak of sadism. "Perfects," he cackled to himself. "If all goes right, that raccoon will gives the lovely vet rabies, and she'll bes six feets unders before breaksfast! Heh! But that'll be only the beginning...!"

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his rumbling stomach. "Oh boys... Seeking vengeance make mes hungry. Better grabs me a bites at Sugarcubes Corner ons the ways home."