This isnt THE fanfic ive been planning. Its just something that popped into my mind after Чтение creepypastas. If I get enough good reviews, ill continue it. Any feedback would be massively appreciated. No descriptive gore.
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I quietly galloped into the boutique, only to see my little sister, Sweetie Belle, sprawled on the floor, sobbing her lit eyes out. Surrounding her were multiple papers emblazed with drawings and doodles. To her left was a box of crayons.
"What's wrong, Sweetie? I thought you'd be with your friends."
She turned to stare at me.
"I was, but then Scootaloo went to help Rainbow, and Applebloom went to buck apples with her sister."
"I see, but, may I ask why Ты are crying."
"I've drawn everything I can. I don't have anything else to draw."
"Why Sweetie," I replied, "You can't draw everything in Equestria. There must be something else. Look around Ты and see."
She turned as if to look at me, but then froze midway. Her jade coloured eyes were widened and looked cloudy, as if she weren't looking at me, but beyond the physical. She had stopped sobbing. As if in trance, she sat up, picked a color from her box, and started to draw. I stared dumbfounded, as the little filly silently scribbled. Her eyes were still widened.
After a couple of minutes, she dropped the crayon and once again began to sob. I gently cantered Далее to her to take a closer look at the drawing. I backed away in horror at what I saw.
In the drawing, some thing, some HORIBBLE thing was standing over a white пони that had been dismembered. The detail was incredible, every muscle, every organ, every splatter of blood, looked amazing, which, of course, made it еще disturbing.
"Why would Ты draw that," I squeaked, "Where did Ты see this?"
Sweetie Belle turned to stare at me. Her eyes were widened in horror. She pointed a white hoof at me.
"How did Ты see this in me? Why would I remind Ты of a monster?"
She looked at the floor miserably.
I turned my head around and realized she wasn't pointing at me..
Sweetie had warned me.
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I quietly galloped into the boutique, only to see my little sister, Sweetie Belle, sprawled on the floor, sobbing her lit eyes out. Surrounding her were multiple papers emblazed with drawings and doodles. To her left was a box of crayons.
"What's wrong, Sweetie? I thought you'd be with your friends."
She turned to stare at me.
"I was, but then Scootaloo went to help Rainbow, and Applebloom went to buck apples with her sister."
"I see, but, may I ask why Ты are crying."
"I've drawn everything I can. I don't have anything else to draw."
"Why Sweetie," I replied, "You can't draw everything in Equestria. There must be something else. Look around Ты and see."
She turned as if to look at me, but then froze midway. Her jade coloured eyes were widened and looked cloudy, as if she weren't looking at me, but beyond the physical. She had stopped sobbing. As if in trance, she sat up, picked a color from her box, and started to draw. I stared dumbfounded, as the little filly silently scribbled. Her eyes were still widened.
After a couple of minutes, she dropped the crayon and once again began to sob. I gently cantered Далее to her to take a closer look at the drawing. I backed away in horror at what I saw.
In the drawing, some thing, some HORIBBLE thing was standing over a white пони that had been dismembered. The detail was incredible, every muscle, every organ, every splatter of blood, looked amazing, which, of course, made it еще disturbing.
"Why would Ты draw that," I squeaked, "Where did Ты see this?"
Sweetie Belle turned to stare at me. Her eyes were widened in horror. She pointed a white hoof at me.
"How did Ты see this in me? Why would I remind Ты of a monster?"
She looked at the floor miserably.
I turned my head around and realized she wasn't pointing at me..
Sweetie had warned me.
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