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// Four 
// Story: Blank Flanks 
// by Perry Pinkie Potter 
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Epilogue
(After Crusaders Of The Lost Mark, At Sweet Apple Acres)

"I really am proud of you, Applebloom." Applejack smiled at me.

I grinned back. "Thanks Applejack. It's definitely a nice cutie mark."

"And it matches you very well." She commented.

I paused. "Huh?"

"Well, your name's APPLEbloom, and your cutie mark has an apple."

"But that's not what it's for-" 

Applejack, however, continued. "And it kinda matches your color scheme."

I shook my head. "I... guess? Why point it out though? Aren't most marks like that?" I asked her.

Applejack grinned. "The right ones are. You can finally go home!" 

I stopped, confused. "Go home? Applejack what do you mean?" Applejack stuck me with a needle. I started crying, and turned my head to Applejack.

"Why- Why would you do that?" 

Applejack looked at me seriously. "Lemon Lime." She stated.

It was a trigger phrase, and boy did it work! The moment she said it, everything came flowing back.

"Applejack..." I said, somewhat coldly. I was feeling very conflicted. On one hand, she had took me from my home, brainwashed me, and trapped me in a room for a year. But on the other hand, the pony I had gotten to know these past few years was one of the nicest ponies I'd ever met.

Applejack began to tear up. "Goodbye Applebloom. I'm sorry for everything, they said it was for the best. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm really sorry. I love you so much. Goodbye." 

Then she pushed me through.

***
Principal Celestia finished explaining. 

"So, wait a minute, Principal Celestia. You're saying... It's our job to do what you did to us?" 

Principal Celestia nodded.

It slowly dawned on me. I would be taking people from their families, trapping them, drugging them, brainwashing them. Making their life complete Tartarus.

I cried.

And the minute everyone was out of sight, I shot myself. I did it wrong, and I ended up dying more painfully then I had hoped. But my final request to the other 'crusaders' was to let everyone know about what happened.

To help make sure everyone's mark was correct.

And for them to never forget my story, cruel, sick, and vile. So that no one would ever have to go through what I went through.

So that no one would ever wake up in Equestria. 

And so they would never wake up a blank flank.

(End.)