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Cutie Mark Crusaders, and the search for Anonymous' body

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(Applebloom’s PoV)
>Today was the day.
>You take a deep breath, punctuating the silence of the early morning.
”Y’all ready yet?” you call to your two loyal friends, who had joined you in this cause.
>”We’re ready!” they call back, gripping the sides of your space-faring cart tightly.
“Don’t forget your helmets now! We can’t get to the moon if y’all can’t breathe!”
>”Oh yeah!” Scootaloo cries, diving for a fishbowl helmet lying on the floor of the cabin.
>You shake your head, turning back to the furnace.
“Now, we just gotta get this here thingy workin’, an’ then we’ll go to the moon!”
>”And why do we want to go to the moon again?” Sweetie Belle asks, angrily squeezing her head into a tight cardboard helmet.
“Ya serious Sweetie Belle? We’re doin’ it so's we can get our cutie marks by bein’ astronauts!”
>”I just think this is a bad idea…” Sweetie Belle grumbles, glancing around nervously.
>”How could this idea go wrong? Luna went to the moon before.” Scootaloo says enthusiastically.
>”Yeah, but Luna controls the moon. We’re just fillies… besides, don’t you think we’re going about this the wrong way?”
“Darnit Sweetie Belle, whatcha talkin’ about!”
>”Well… we built a spacecraft out of wood, bubblegum and a furnace.”
“So?” you ask incredulously.
>”It’s just… never mind.” Sweetie Belle sighs, and you turn back to the furnace.
“Y’all gotta have a little faith in me, girls. I know what I’m doin’-“
>A sudden hissing from the furnace snaps you back to attention.
>Scootaloo looks on nervously. “Uh, Applebloom? I don’t think it should be making that noise…”
>”Yeah Applebloom, I think we should do something!” Sweetie Belle squeals.
“Nonsense, ah know what ah’m doin’…” you chuckle nervously.
>With a sudden groan, the furnace door bulges outwards, a wave of heat accompanying it.
“Heh, on second thoughts girls… GET OUT!” you cry.
>The three of you squeeze through the door of the spaceraft, landing roughly on the ground below.
>Behind you, a jet of fire bursts out of the cabin, causing the three of you to scream.
>Smoke creeps out: and within seconds a fire had spread through the wooden structure.
>You breathe in sharply and quickly, staving off panic.
“Gee, ah’m sure glad we gotta that before-“
>With a sudden blast, the haywire craft launches upwards, soaring into the morning sky above.
>Scootaloo faints on the spot and Sweetie Belle stares impassively as the craft, as it sails majestically upwards.
“Sweetie… do ya think we’re going to get in trouble for this one?”
>As you pose the question, the airborne nightmare collides with something solid, erupting into flames, grabbing your attention.
“What in the hay was that!”
>”I think… that may have been Rainbow Dash’s house…”
>Your jaw drops as you see a faint, multicoloured pegasus frantically darting around the outside of the house, trying to prevent the spread of flames that were now attacking the house.
>”And in answer to your question, Applebloom: we’re so dead.”
>”Just what in the HAY did you three think y’were doin’!” Applejack roars at you, her voice thunderous and overpowering.
“Ah…. C’mon Applejack, y’know we didn’t mean no harm!”
>”No harm? NO HARM!” Rainbow Dash cries, the tip of her now short mane still smouldering. “You little shits burned my house down, with me in it!”
“Um… the new hair style suits you?” you whisper nervously, shrinking away from the venomous look she gives.
>”You little…” Rainbow Dash hisses, before Applejack puts a hoof up.
>”Don’t Rainbow Dash. No need for you to shout at them…” Applejack locks eyes with you. “They’ll get plenty enough of it from me.”
>Rarity glares at Sweetie Belle. “And from I too! Sweetie Belle, you know burning other ponies property is most uncouth! I am still not even sure how you managed to set fire to a cloud house but it was very rude regardless!”
>”Sorry Rarity…” she mutters, eyes fixated to the floor.
>Rainbow Dash snorts before storming off, ignoring Scootaloo who sat dejectedly on the ground.
>“C’mon Applebloom, y’best get back to the farm before ya cause anymore trouble. Ah don’t want y’hanging out like this anymore, y’all kill me with panic.”
>”Agreed, Applejack. Sweetie Belle, come with me!”
>You helplessly watch Sweetie Belle march after Rarity, as Scootaloo runs off to… wherever it is Scootaloo goes.
>“Ah meant now, Applebloom!”
>You jump, and run after Applejack, ignoring the anger in her eyes.
>Later that night, you find yourself staring up at the darkness.
>Applejack was still mad at you, and now that you weren’t allowed to hang around with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle… what was to become of the Cutie Mark Crusaders?
“Ah’ll never get my cutie mark now…” you mutter to yourself, closing your eyes.
>Tap tap…
>Your eyes shoot open as something knocks on your window, and you reluctantly turn to the window, expecting some unworldly horror to snatch you up.
>”Psst! Applebloom!” whispers a familiar voice.
>Grinning, you run over to the window and unlatch it, and a second later Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle climb through.
“Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo! You know y’all aint allowed to come round here no more!” you whisper.
>”We know, but Scootaloo had a great idea! Like, a really, really great idea!”
“An’ what was it?”
>Scootaloo rummages in her backpack, pulls out a book and slides it over to you.
“Daring… Do?” you ask hesitantly.
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle share a look, before learning in.
>”Treasure hunting.” They whisper.
“Treasure hunting?”
>”Treasure hunting!” they reply in chorus.
“Ah don’t understand… why treasure hunting?”
>Sweetie Belle grins. “Don’t you get it! How many other ponies have their cutie marks in treasure hunting?”
“Uh, none?”
>”Exactly! We’ll be the first ponies to get them!” she squeals.
“Ah dunno girls, Applejack was right. We’re gonna end up hurting ourselves no doubt.”
>Your two friends frown.
>”C’moooooon Applebloom, this might be our only chance to get our cutie marks!” Sweetie Belle complains.
>You sigh in defeat.
“Fine, alright then, ah’ll help ya with treasure huntin’. There’s only one small problem though…”
>”And what’s that?”
“Well, do you know about any treasure lyin’ round these parts? Cause ah sure as hay don’t.”
>Sweetie Belle ponders for a moment.
>”We could, uh… we could try Twilight’s place…” Scootaloo suggests.
>”Why Twilight’s?”
“Maybe Twilight has some treasure maps or something’, she does live in a library…”
>”So, it’s a plan?” Scootaloo asks excitedly.
“Yeah! Cutie mark treasure hunters go-“
>”APPLEBLOOM! WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOING ON IN THERE?” hollers a voice from outside the bedroom.
“Hide!” you whisper frantically, as the clopping of hooves draws near to the door.
>As Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle dive into a closet, you jump back into bed, burying yourself in the covers.
>A second later, Applejack opens the door, squinting in.
>You shut your eyes, feigning sleep, and the creaking of the floorboards announces her increasingly close presence…
>”Applebloom, I heard ya shoutin’ from across the house.” She says with a serious tone.
“N-nothin’ Applejack, ah just had a bad dream.” You hesitantly open an eye in time to see Applejack’s stare mellow.
>”Ah darnit… sorry bout that Applebloom.” Her voice loses any sort of anger it once had. “Ah thought ya were messin’ around in the dead o’night…”
“It’s alright, sis…” you say sleepily, and Applejack sighs.
>”Y’ain’t aught to keep your window open at night, Applebloom. That’s how y’get nightmares…”
“Thanks Applejack, it won’t happen again…”
>She smiles, and after shutting the window makes for the door.
>”Sleep tight, Applebloom. Ah love ya, ah really mean it.”
“Ah love you too, sis. See ya in the mornin’.”
>Applejack nods, closing the door, and you sigh in relief.
>When the sound of hooves walking away begins to fade, you inch over to the closet.
“Psst! Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo! You can come out now!”
>They stick their heads out cautiously.
>”You sure?”
“Yeah, ah’m sure. C’mon, let’s head to Twilights!” you whisper.
>”We’re going now!” Scootaloo whispers, her pupils dilating with fear.
“Twilight will know we ain’t supposed to be hanging out together, she’ll work out why we’re asking her for a map and stuff!”
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle think over the situation, before nodding.
>”Yeah, we’re better off sneaking in now.” Scootaloo mutters, before perking up. “So, are we together on this one!”
>The three of you put your hooves into the centre, forming an unbreakable pact with one another.
>”Cutie mark treasure hunters go!” you all whisper, before heading to the window.
>You take one last look at your inviting bed: it’s not too late to go back on your word…
>”Applebloom! You coming or not!” Sweetie Belle whispers as she lowers herself down a makeshift rope fashioned from Rarity’s leftover materials.
>You sigh.
“Comin’ now…”
>Half an hour later, you find yourselves outside the library in the pitch dark.
>”How’re we meant to get in!” Scootaloo says, glancing up at the second story.
“Ah dunno, why don’t we try the door?”
>”Are you nuts!” Sweetie Belle cries. “That never work-“
>You twist the handle of the door, and it creaks open.
>Sweetie Belle blinks. “Huh…”
>The three of you creep inside, shutting the door behind you.
>Around you stand the towering shelves, each filled to the brim with books.
“Ah shucks, now how are we meant t’find a map or somethin’ here!”
>”I dunno! This was your plan!”
“Quiet Scootaloo, ah know what ah’m doing!”
>”You said that last time, and then you burnt down Rainbow Dash’s home!”
“Are y’gonna hold that against me forever! Just shut up and look!”
>Scootaloo frowns. “But it’ll take ages to get through these boo- what’s that noise?”
>You freeze, ears straining.
>From outside, the sound of clinking and hoofsteps draws close.
>The sounds halt for a moment outside the door, before the handle begins to turn erratically.
>”Shupid doorsss… graaagh, work you… bucking door!” slurs a voice from outside, and your hair stands on end.
“Uh, girls… no-one knows who Rainbow Dash is supposed to be staying with, right?”
>”No…
>”Nope…”
>You gulp and crawl over to the window, taking a careful peek outside.
>Standing there, a bottle in one hoof and the other propped on the door, is Rainbow Dash.
>You drop to the floor, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo following suite.
>”What’s wrong!” Scootaloo whispers nervously, eyeing the door.
“We’ve got about 5 seconds to hide before Rainbow Dash comes inside!”
>”Oh no! Run!”
>The three of you bolt up the stairs as the door opens, a gust of wind stalking you upstairs.
>”TWILEY! GUESS WHO’S BACK!” exclaims the drunken pegasus, unaware of your presence.
>From a door behind you, you hear a groan of annoyance.
>”I’m coming now, Rainbow Dash!” Twilight shouts, her hooves hitting the floor as she climbs out of bed.
>We’re so dead, we’re so dead!
>”Look! Up there!” Sweetie Belle exclaims.
>You tilt your head, looking at what she was pointing at.
>A hatch in the ceiling… a ladder!
“Scootaloo! That hatch!”
>She nods, before leaping upwards, her tiny wings struggling to her up. She latches onto the rope, desperately tugging…
>With a clang, the ladder descends, hitting the floor.
>Both Twilight and Rainbow Dash audibly pause, before their hoofsteps quicken.
“Quickly girls! Up the ladder!”
>You barrel up the ladder, diving behind a nearby chest of drawers as Twilight’s bedroom door opens.
>”What the… Rainbow Dash! Did you lower the ladder!”
>”Wha…? No, I swears! You know me, dude, I… I’d never do that!”
>”Were you drinking, Rainbow Dash?”
>A pause.
>”Jus a lil, y’know? Nothing too much…”
>An audible sigh.
>”Well, you certainly have reason to drink… but if you didn’t lower the ladder, who did?”
>”I dunno! Ghoss?”
>”There’s no such thing as ghosts, Dash… just wait here.”
>You hear her ascend the ladder, and your stomach clenches in fear.
>You bring Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo in tighter, praying to Celestia that the drawers conceal you well enough…
>”Hmmph. Must have been the breeze from the outside…” Twilight mutters.
>”Hey Twiley! I jus wanna say… you are such a bro for letting me stay with you!” a drunken pegasus squeals from the floor below.
>”Go to bed Rainbow Dash, you’re drunk” Twilight snaps, before sighing. “Guess it was just my imagination” she mutters, before retreating down the ladder.
>A second later, it retracts upwards, closing over and muffling the voices from downstairs.
>You keep on clutching your friends until your heart rate slows down, before you tentatively crawl out from behind the drawers.
“Scoots… if y’hadn’t of dropped that ladder for us…”
>Scootaloo herself looked like she was going to throw up. “Th-thanks…”
>The three of you smile awkwardly at each other, before taking in your surroundings.
“What in tar-nation…?”
>Around the attic were various rune-coated objects, pieces of machinery, and magical-looking artefacts.
“Y’all might wanna avoid touchin’ anything… actually, scratch that, see if y’can find a map of any kind…”
>”You think we’ll find a map in this heap of junk?” Scootaloo asks incredulously.
“Ah dunno, but it’s better than sittin’ here empty hoofed.”
>Scootaloo shrugs, and the three of you begin rummaging through the various items scattered around.
>After a few minutes, you’ve all quickly discerned that there’s nothing of value to be found…
>”What’s this?”
>You turn round to Sweetie Belle as she fiddles with a round, bag covered object stuck in a crate.
>She squeezes it out, and carefully removes the brown bag. Your jaw drops at the sight before you…
>”Is that… a skull?” Scootaloo whispers in horror.
“Ah think so…” you reply, eyeing the skull nervously. Something didn’t seem quite right about it…
“Well, whatever the hay it is… was, it’s weird!” you whisper.
>"You're one to talk.” The skull replies.
>Before you can voice a reply, you’ve hit the floor.
>Lights out.

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(Applebloom’s PoV)
>Today was the day.
>You take a deep breath, punctuating the silence of the early morning.
”Y’all ready yet?” you call to your two loyal friends, who had joined you in this cause.
>”We’re ready!” they call back, gripping the sides of your space-faring cart tightly.
“Don’t forget your helmets now! We can’t get to the moon if y’all can’t breathe!” 
>”Oh yeah!” Scootaloo cries, diving for a fishbowl helmet lying on the floor of the cabin.
>You shake your head, turning back to the furnace.
“Now, we just gotta get this here thingy workin’, an’ then we’ll go to the moon!”
>”And why do we want to go to the moon again?” Sweetie Belle asks, angrily squeezing her head into a tight cardboard helmet. 
“Ya serious Sweetie Belle? We’re doin’ it so's we can get our cutie marks by bein’ astronauts!”
>”I just think this is a bad idea…” Sweetie Belle grumbles, glancing around nervously. 
>”How could this idea go wrong? Luna went to the moon before.” Scootaloo says enthusiastically.
>”Yeah, but Luna controls the moon. We’re just fillies… besides, don’t you think we’re going about this the wrong way?”
“Darnit Sweetie Belle, whatcha talkin’ about!”
>”Well… we built a spacecraft out of wood, bubblegum and a furnace.”
“So?” you ask incredulously.
>”It’s just… never mind.” Sweetie Belle sighs, and you turn back to the furnace. 
“Y’all gotta have a little faith in me, girls. I know what I’m doin’-“
>A sudden hissing from the furnace snaps you back to attention. 
>Scootaloo looks on nervously. “Uh, Applebloom? I don’t think it should be making that noise…”
>”Yeah Applebloom, I think we should do something!” Sweetie Belle squeals.
“Nonsense, ah know what ah’m doin’…” you chuckle nervously.
>With a sudden groan, the furnace door bulges outwards, a wave of heat accompanying it.
“Heh, on second thoughts girls… GET OUT!” you cry.
>The three of you squeeze through the door of the spaceraft, landing roughly on the ground below. 
>Behind you, a jet of fire bursts out of the cabin, causing the three of you to scream.
>Smoke creeps out: and within seconds a fire had spread through the wooden structure.
>You breathe in sharply and quickly, staving off panic.
“Gee, ah’m sure glad we gotta that before-“
>With a sudden blast, the haywire craft launches upwards, soaring into the morning sky above.
>Scootaloo faints on the spot and Sweetie Belle stares impassively as the craft, as it sails majestically upwards.
“Sweetie… do ya think we’re going to get in trouble for this one?”
>As you pose the question, the airborne nightmare collides with something solid, erupting into flames, grabbing your attention.
“What in the hay was that!”
>”I think… that may have been Rainbow Dash’s house…”
>Your jaw drops as you see a faint, multicoloured pegasus frantically darting around the outside of the house, trying to prevent the spread of flames that were now attacking the house.
>”And in answer to your question, Applebloom: we’re so dead.”

>”Just what in the HAY did you three think y’were doin’!” Applejack roars at you, her voice thunderous and overpowering.
“Ah…. C’mon Applejack, y’know we didn’t mean no harm!”
>”No harm? NO HARM!” Rainbow Dash cries, the tip of her now short mane still smouldering. “You little shits burned my house down, with me in it!”
“Um… the new hair style suits you?” you whisper nervously, shrinking away from the venomous look she gives.
>”You little…” Rainbow Dash hisses, before Applejack puts a  hoof up.
>”Don’t Rainbow Dash. No need for you to shout at them…” Applejack locks eyes with you. “They’ll get plenty enough of it from me.”
>Rarity glares at Sweetie Belle. “And from I too! Sweetie Belle, you know burning other ponies property is most uncouth! I am still not even sure how you managed to set fire to a cloud house but it was very rude regardless!”
>”Sorry Rarity…” she mutters, eyes fixated to the floor.
>Rainbow Dash snorts before storming off, ignoring Scootaloo who sat dejectedly on the ground. 
>“C’mon Applebloom, y’best get back to the farm before ya cause anymore trouble. Ah don’t want y’hanging out like this anymore, y’all kill me with panic.”
>”Agreed, Applejack. Sweetie Belle, come with me!”
>You helplessly watch Sweetie Belle march after Rarity, as Scootaloo runs off to… wherever it is Scootaloo goes.
>“Ah meant now, Applebloom!” 
>You jump, and run after Applejack, ignoring the anger in her eyes.
>Later that night, you find yourself staring up at the darkness. 
>Applejack was still mad at you, and now that you weren’t allowed to hang around with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle… what was to become of the Cutie Mark Crusaders?
“Ah’ll never get my cutie mark now…” you mutter to yourself, closing your eyes.
>Tap tap…
>Your eyes shoot open as something knocks on your window, and you reluctantly turn to the window, expecting some unworldly horror to snatch you up.
>”Psst! Applebloom!” whispers a familiar voice.
>Grinning, you run over to the window and unlatch it, and a second later Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle climb through.
“Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo! You know y’all aint allowed to come round here no more!” you whisper.
>”We know, but Scootaloo had a great idea! Like, a really, really great idea!”
“An’ what was it?”
>Scootaloo rummages in her backpack, pulls out a book and slides it over to you.
“Daring… Do?” you ask hesitantly.
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle share a look, before learning in.
>”Treasure hunting.” They whisper.
“Treasure hunting?”
>”Treasure hunting!” they reply in chorus.
“Ah don’t understand… why treasure hunting?”
>Sweetie Belle grins. “Don’t you get it! How many other ponies have their cutie marks in treasure hunting?”
“Uh, none?”
>”Exactly! We’ll be the first ponies to get them!” she squeals.
“Ah dunno girls, Applejack was right. We’re gonna end up hurting ourselves no doubt.”
>Your two friends frown. 
>”C’moooooon Applebloom, this might be our only chance to get our cutie marks!” Sweetie Belle complains.
>You sigh in defeat.
“Fine, alright then, ah’ll help ya with treasure huntin’. There’s only one small problem though…”
>”And what’s that?”
“Well, do you know about any treasure lyin’ round these parts? Cause ah sure as hay don’t.”
>Sweetie Belle ponders for a moment. 
>”We could, uh… we could try Twilight’s place…” Scootaloo suggests. 
>”Why Twilight’s?”
“Maybe Twilight has some treasure maps or something’, she does live in a library…”
>”So, it’s a plan?” Scootaloo asks excitedly. 
“Yeah! Cutie mark treasure hunters go-“
>”APPLEBLOOM! WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOING ON IN THERE?” hollers a voice from outside the bedroom.
“Hide!” you whisper frantically, as the clopping of hooves draws near to the door.
>As Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle dive into a closet, you jump back into bed, burying yourself in the covers.
>A second later, Applejack opens the door, squinting in.
>You shut your eyes, feigning sleep, and the creaking of the floorboards announces her increasingly close presence…
>”Applebloom, I heard ya shoutin’ from across the house.” She says with a serious tone.
“N-nothin’ Applejack, ah just had a bad dream.” You hesitantly open an eye in time to see Applejack’s stare mellow.
>”Ah darnit… sorry bout that Applebloom.” Her voice loses any sort of anger it once had. “Ah thought ya were messin’ around in the dead o’night…”
“It’s alright, sis…” you say sleepily, and Applejack sighs.
>”Y’ain’t aught to keep your window open at night, Applebloom. That’s how y’get nightmares…”
“Thanks Applejack, it won’t happen again…”
>She smiles, and after shutting the window makes for the door.
>”Sleep tight, Applebloom. Ah love ya, ah really mean it.”
“Ah love you too, sis. See ya in the mornin’.” 
>Applejack nods, closing the door, and you sigh in relief.
>When the sound of hooves walking away begins to fade, you inch over to the closet.
“Psst! Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo! You can come out now!”
>They stick their heads out cautiously. 
>”You sure?”
“Yeah, ah’m sure. C’mon, let’s head to Twilights!” you whisper.
>”We’re going now!” Scootaloo whispers, her pupils dilating with fear.
“Twilight will know we ain’t supposed to be hanging out together, she’ll work out why we’re asking her for a map and stuff!”
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle think over the situation, before nodding.
>”Yeah, we’re better off sneaking in now.” Scootaloo mutters, before perking up. “So, are we together on this one!”
>The three of you put your hooves into the centre, forming an unbreakable pact with one another.
>”Cutie mark treasure hunters go!” you all whisper, before heading to the window. 
>You take one last look at your inviting bed: it’s not too late to go back on your word…
>”Applebloom! You coming or not!” Sweetie Belle whispers as she lowers herself down a makeshift rope fashioned from Rarity’s leftover materials. 
>You sigh.
“Comin’ now…” 

>Half an hour later, you find yourselves outside the library in the pitch dark.
>”How’re we meant to get in!” Scootaloo says, glancing up at the second story.
“Ah dunno, why don’t we try the door?”
>”Are you nuts!” Sweetie Belle cries. “That never work-“
>You twist the handle of the door, and it creaks open.
>Sweetie Belle blinks. “Huh…”
>The three of you creep inside, shutting the door behind you. 
>Around you stand the towering shelves, each filled to the brim with books.
“Ah shucks, now how are we meant t’find a map or somethin’ here!”
>”I dunno! This was your plan!”
“Quiet Scootaloo, ah know what ah’m doing!”
>”You said that last time, and then you burnt down Rainbow Dash’s home!”
“Are y’gonna hold that against me forever! Just shut up and look!”
>Scootaloo frowns. “But it’ll take ages to get through these boo- what’s that noise?”
>You freeze, ears straining.
>From outside, the sound of clinking and hoofsteps draws close.
>The sounds halt for a moment outside the door, before the handle begins to turn erratically.
>”Shupid doorsss… graaagh, work you… bucking door!” slurs a voice from outside, and your hair stands on end.
“Uh, girls… no-one knows who Rainbow Dash is supposed to be staying with, right?”
>”No…
>”Nope…”
>You gulp and crawl over to the window, taking a careful peek outside.
>Standing there, a bottle in one hoof and the other propped on the door, is Rainbow Dash.
>You drop to the floor, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo following suite.
>”What’s wrong!” Scootaloo whispers nervously, eyeing the door.
“We’ve got about 5 seconds to hide before Rainbow Dash comes inside!”
>”Oh no! Run!”
>The three of you bolt up the stairs as the door opens, a gust of wind stalking you upstairs.
>”TWILEY! GUESS WHO’S BACK!” exclaims the drunken pegasus, unaware of your presence.
>From a door behind you, you hear a groan of annoyance.
>”I’m coming now, Rainbow Dash!” Twilight shouts, her hooves hitting the floor as she climbs out of bed.
>We’re so dead, we’re so dead!
>”Look! Up there!” Sweetie Belle exclaims.
>You tilt your head, looking at what she was pointing at.
>A hatch in the ceiling… a ladder!
“Scootaloo! That hatch!”
>She nods, before leaping upwards, her tiny wings struggling to her up. She latches onto the rope, desperately tugging…
>With a clang, the ladder descends, hitting the floor.
>Both Twilight and Rainbow Dash audibly pause, before their hoofsteps quicken.
“Quickly girls! Up the ladder!”
>You barrel up the ladder, diving behind a nearby chest of drawers as Twilight’s bedroom door opens.
>”What the… Rainbow Dash! Did you lower the ladder!”
>”Wha…? No, I swears! You know me, dude, I… I’d never do that!”
>”Were you drinking, Rainbow Dash?”
>A pause.
>”Jus a lil, y’know? Nothing too much…”
>An audible sigh.
>”Well, you certainly have reason to drink… but if you didn’t lower the ladder, who did?”
>”I dunno! Ghoss?”
>”There’s no such thing as ghosts, Dash… just wait here.”
>You hear her ascend the ladder, and your stomach clenches in fear.
>You bring Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo in tighter, praying to Celestia that the drawers conceal you well enough…
>”Hmmph. Must have been the breeze from the outside…” Twilight mutters.
>”Hey Twiley! I jus wanna say… you are such a bro for letting me stay with you!” a drunken pegasus squeals from the floor below.
>”Go to bed Rainbow Dash, you’re drunk” Twilight snaps, before sighing. “Guess it was just my imagination” she mutters, before retreating down the ladder. 
>A second later, it retracts upwards, closing over and muffling the voices from downstairs.
>You keep on clutching your friends until your heart rate slows down, before you tentatively crawl out from behind the drawers.
“Scoots… if y’hadn’t of dropped that ladder for us…”
>Scootaloo herself looked like she was going to throw up. “Th-thanks…”
>The three of you smile awkwardly at each other, before taking in your surroundings.
“What in tar-nation…?”
>Around the attic were various rune-coated objects, pieces of machinery, and magical-looking artefacts.  
“Y’all might wanna avoid touchin’ anything… actually, scratch that, see if y’can find a map of any kind…”
>”You think we’ll find a map in this heap of junk?” Scootaloo asks incredulously.
“Ah dunno, but it’s better than sittin’ here empty hoofed.”
>Scootaloo shrugs, and the three of you begin rummaging through the various items scattered around. 
>After a few minutes, you’ve all quickly discerned that there’s nothing of value to be found…
>”What’s this?”
>You turn round to Sweetie Belle as she fiddles with a round, bag covered object stuck in a crate.
>She squeezes it out, and carefully removes the brown bag. Your jaw drops at the sight before you…
>”Is that… a skull?” Scootaloo whispers in horror.
“Ah think so…” you reply, eyeing the skull nervously. Something didn’t seem quite right about it…
“Well, whatever the hay it is… was, it’s weird!” you whisper.
>"You're one to talk.” The skull replies.
>Before you can voice a reply, you’ve hit the floor.
>Lights out.

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