Title:           Una Nota Dolce Revenge Material (NOT CANON) - Destino
Author:          MisterElGuapo
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First Edit:      Sunday 13th of May 2012 10:59:16 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 13th of May 2012 10:59:16 PM CDT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZeUkhiUbR8
>You are Bubble Blitz
>Another day, another saddlebag full of homework.
>You trot down the cobblestone street, feeling unusually happy.
>A few days ago, Mom promised to get in touch with your dad.
>And nobody would dare break a Pinkie Promise, especially mom!
>Plus, you got high marks in your piano lessons today! The teacher wants you to perform in the winter recital!
>The sky is even blue! The sky is never blue in Neighjing in winter!
>You can’t help but do a little dance, singing a merry little tune.
>It’s like a movie, random strangers join in your merrymaking.
>You don’t think you’ve ever been this happy.
>You loop around the corner, skipping merrily along as random strangers wave to you.
>It’s all starting to get a little creepy, to be honest.
>Aaah, home.
>Mom must be getting ready for the dinner rush.
>Weird, it usually smells like cupcakes in the area around the shop.
>Something must be wrong with the ovens.
>You open the door and stroll in, a big grin on your face.
“Mom! I’m home! You won’t believe what happened today…”
>Something’s wrong.
>The dinner rush is soon, why are all the lights out?
“Mom?”
>You go back into the kitchen.
>The ovens sit cold, their fires long extinguished.
>There is no noise, not even the scuffle of a hungry mouse.
>You drop your bags and run up the stairs.
>That hint of worry is starting to creep into your voice.
“Mom?!”
>Nothing in the living room. The radio lies silent, the fireplace cold.
>A toothless alligator paws at the closed door to Pinkie Pie’s room.
“What is it, Gummy?”
>You open the door.
>What you see…
>It’s like a mirror inside your head shattered into a million fragments.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snYjAlvwiwA
“M-mom?”
>There’s Pinkie Pie.
>Curled up in the bed.
>Like she’s asleep.
>You trot over, the room illuminated by only the light through the window.
“Mom, it’s time to get up, you have to open the store soon…”
>She doesn’t stir, her back to you.
>Mom normally snores so loudly…why isn’t she snoring?
>You feel a tightness in your chest as you reach up to prod your mother.
“Mom, it’s time to go…”
>You freeze.
>Your hoof touches Pinkie’s back.
>She’s so…cold.
>She’s not supposed to be this cold.
“Mom…”
>Tears well in your eyes as you feel every organ in your body turn to lead.
“Mom…come on, wake up…”
>You stand on your hind legs, shaking your mother with both hooves.
“No…no, this is just a trick! Another one of your silly jokes!”
>You laugh half-heartily as you shake Pinkie harder.
“Ok mom! You had your fun, now time to wake up…”
>Pinkie’s only movement is from your shaking.
>No…
“No…this can’t be happening…”
>Your sobs get louder as you draw yourself onto the bed, stepping over your mother to get a good look at her face.
>Her eyes are closed…her mouth forever frozen in a pained frown.
>You squeak through heavy sobs.
“Mom…you can’t…don’t leave me alone here…”
>Yet here she is.
>Never to rise again.
>You bury your face in her lifeless mane, openly weeping.
>On the nightstand sits a sealed envelope, with instructions to not open until you come of age.