With each step Twilight's uneasiness grew. She felt like she was walking around a ghost town; it frightened her.
She soon came to a stop. A brick wall had blocked the entrance to Sweet Apple Acres. A small, blood stained note read ‘Seek the tailor whom shall trim this wall for you’.
“Seek the tailor… what tailor? Does it mean… oh no!”
Twilight galloped frantically to Carousel Boutique, praying that her friend Rarity was still okay. She pushed with all her might to try and open the door. It was no use, it was boarded from the inside. She heard a terrified screech.
“Hold on, Rarity!” Twilight yelled, bucking the door with all her might.
Finally the alicorn broke it down. She ran inside, calling for her friend. Quietly, the door was fixed, and shut behind the clueless princess.
“Twilight… come here, Twilight… I have something beautiful to show you…” an invisible Rarity spoke.
“Where are you, Rarity?” She asked, looking around the messy room.
A pony stepped out from the shadows. It was Rarity. But, something wasn't right. Her lips were sewn in a forced-smile, her hair was messy, and several stitches ran up and down her body.
“Aren't I beautiful? I'm a living doll!”
Twilight gazed at what had become of her friend. She quickly knew what she had to do. Twilight lunged for a pair of scissors.
“Darling, what are you doing?” the deformed unicorn asked. She glared at the alicorn, suspicious of what she was planning on doing.
“I'm fixing a mistake!” The alicorn cried. In an instance she had cut the threads of the unicorn’s stitches.
“You fool! Those were the only things keeping me together!” Rarity yelled.
Twilight watched as her friend fell apart. White fabric and cotton remained where the unicorn once stood.
“I guess that… spirit… got her soul, too…” Twilight sighed, trotting out of the Boutique.