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// Epilogue  
// Story: Oneway Ticket to a Dead End 
// by Dableaxcheaz 
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	Applebloom ended off with a sigh,” And that’s why Ahm’ inside, on such a wonderfull day like this.” She moaned. “I burnt down a train station and a set of train cars.”

Applebloom looked down from her window, to see if Twist was still there. To her own surprise, not only was she still there, she had her jaw dropped and eyes widened in surprise. She looked like she was interested after every single detail. Applebloom thought she would leave at the half way mark.

“Wow!” said Twist,”So that eth-plains the paperth thith morning.”
“Yeah- Wait what do ya mean?” said Applebloom in confusion.

“The paper said nothing about fillie-th being re-thponthible for the calamity. Your one lucky filly Applebloom.”

Applebloom still didn’t understand. The mayor wrote down every single detail that Sweetiebelle gave. Did the mayor give a false report to the press? But why? She then remembered that Sweetiebelle was the real hero that day. The mayor must have given Sweetiebelle a wish. Her pessimistic heart began to rise.

“Uh, twist?” she asked,”could you not let anypony else know about this please.”

“Thure thing.” Twist smiled,” Thay, what about your cutie mark. You said that you finaly got that mark on your flank.”

Applebloom suddenly had a bad memory begin form in her mind.

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After a long trip, and dropping Sweetiebelle and Scootaloo off at their homes, the apple sisters arrive back at Sweet Apple Acres. The two got off the carriage,” Thank you.” She said to the two tired stallions.

Applebloom walked in through the front door. Big Mac and Granny Smith were asleep, and everything was dark. As she moved towards the stairs to slip away unpunished, the lights suddenly turned on.
“Where do ya think yer goin?” Applejack questioned.

Applebloom froze,”G-goin up to mah room since Ahm’ probably grounded?”

Applejack approached her and rolled her eyes,” Ah’ ain’t done with ya yet.” She picked her up with her mouth and carried her to the kitchen. Applebloom felt cold, knowing full well what was going to happen next. 

Upon entering, Applejack opened the utensil drawer, searching the pile of spatulas, prongs, and other bizarre pieces of metal until she found it. A wooden spoon. She placed it on her hat, balancing it as she walked towards the living room. Applebloom began to try squirming from her sister’s mouth. She sat up right on the couch and dropped the filly on her lap, laying down on her belly.

Applebloom tried to escape, but before she could stand up Applejack pinned her down with her hoof. She struggled as hard as she could, but it was futile. The orange mayor took the spoon off her hat and held it in her hoof. She slightly tapped her sister’s flank, taking aim. Applebloom closed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth.

Applejack raised the spoon high. With all her anger and might the spoon came crashing down, but the memory suddenly popped like a bubble.

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Applebloom cringed after that point. She raised her flank in air, revealing a beat red throbbing mark. 

“Oooh.” Cringed Twist.

“Yeah,” agreed Applebloom lowering her flank and looking at Twist’s expression,” Some things, are not meant to be retold.”

“Well if it isn’t the blank flank.” Said a bratty familiar voice. Applebloom saw two fillies coming from behind Twist. Her least favorite ponies, Diamond Tiara, and Silver spoon. Disgusted, and fed up with them, Applebloom slammed the window down, shutting up the window and the bullies.

“Rude.” Replied Silver Spoon added.

“So what were you two losers talking about?” asked Diamond Tiara.

“Nothing,” lied Twist keeping her promise.


Back inside Applebloom’s room, she stared out the window to see what was going on. Twist was talking to Diamond Tiara, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying. She saw Diamond start to walk away, and Twist looked up at her. She gave a wink, signaling Applebloom that her secret was safe with her. The filly walked away from her house.

Applebloom sighed and looked on her right, to find a calendar hanging on her wall. She walked over to it and picked up a red pen, crossing off the day that she was on. She began to rub her sore flank, as she lifted the page of next month. She scanned across the page till she hit the number 18. Not only was this the day her punishment would be over, it was also the first day of the school year.

“Applebloom!” called Applejack,” Supper’s almost ready. And Ah’ hope yer still in yer room, cause Ah’ don’t wanna get the spoon out again!” Applebloom went on over to her bed, where she stuffed her face in her pillow to moan. 

Back down stairs, Applejack was busy stirring a pot of tomato soup. Granny Smith was also in the kitchen, giving Applejack a harsh grimace. “What is yer problem missy!” she scolded.

“What, you think I punished her too hard.” Applejack defended,” Do ya even know what happened? Her friends crashed a train, burned a train station, and now were payin’ out of our own pocket.”

Granny Smith didn’t care about her defense,” She’s been through a lot yesterday, and she was crying even after the paddlin’ ya gave her.” She explained,” Me and Big Mac heard the whole thing in our rooms.”

“Oh,” replied Applejack feeling guilty in her angered grandmother’s presence,” what did ya hear exactly?”

Before Granny Smith could reply, there was a knocking at the door. ”I’ll get.” Said Applejack, running from her Granny Smiths wrath. 

When she opened the door, she found two stallions standing on the door mat. “May Ah’ help ya?” she asked. It was the conductor, and the one colt that he left in charge of the train. The conductor frowned at the assistant, and nudged him hard to get him to say something.


“Yeah,” he finally said nervously,” We need to talk”

-The End-