Disclaimer: This is a dark, twisted story that may effect your tastes in mlp characters. Reader Discretion is advised.
The three fillies ran through Ponyville, looking for the next pony to document. They had done Silver Spoon last week, so now they were doing another pony. his name was Lucky Clover, and he was a unicorn stallion. Lucky Clover was in for a treat, he was going to be the 20,189th pony to be mummified. Apple Bloom stopped when she saw him coming out of sugar cube corner, and suddenly smiled wide in the most sadistic smile she possessed. The other two stopped abruptly and stared at her creepy smile, and then suddenly mirrored the smile. it was a terrifying sight, but no one ever saw just how sadistic and malicious these three fillies could be, they only saw three cute normal fillies. Which they were not in the slightest. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo ran up to Lucky Clover with their best smiles, and begged him to come with them to the tree house to tell them how he got his cutie mark. He followed them to his death, and he was completely unaware of his own grotesque fate. It was fun killing him, Lucky Clover was a screamer, it was always fun playing with screamers. They removed all of his organs, all his meat and then removed his cutie marks. Then they stitched his mouth shut into a smile, and stitched up the blank flank Lucky Clover now had. He was posed the normal way, Standing up, in a long line of similarly mummified ponies. He was next to Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. They had removed all of the blood as well, putting some in a small vial and then shipping the rest off to a jubilant Pinkie Pie. They the cleaned up their tools and left the museum and went home to eat dinner as any perfectly normal fillies would. As everyone thought they were, as everypony was brain washed to think.
Everypony was wrong. So very wrong.
"Who should we do next week gal's?" Apple Bloom asked her partners in crime as they were running home together. "Maybe Bon Bon, we could do Lyra after her." Sweetie Belle suggested, and Scootaloo nodded, "Seems logical, good work guys! We did awesomely this week!" "Did you guys add the unicorn horn to the collection room? we need to get display cases for those things." Apple Bloom stated rather than asked. Her friends nodded in reply and then they broke off in different directions depended on where they were going.
This was a fun chapter to write! It let me channel some of my inner demons without nearly killing someone. (I'm not kidding) and I got to explain how documenting works! Woo!