Half Baked Apples

by Sailor_Pluto

Your Souls Are Like Pickles!

“I love Nightmare Night!” Twilight said as she looked around the table at her friends, then dug back into the holiday feast.

Pinkie’s head shot out of the Turducken’s rear and she struggled to swallow the huge sum of meat she was amassing before saying: “I wonder why we don’t all get together like this more? On holidays, I mean.”

And then they heard it.

Something tapping at the glass of the window. Twilight turned, and saw Raven outside, wearing a devil costume.

Twilight opened up the window with her magic. “Raven, hello! Whatever brings you over to my humble abode?”

Raven leapt through the window and hissed. “You're souls are like pickles! So thick and juicy!”

Twilight frowned. “Um… what?”

Raven pounced on Twilight and sucked the life out of her.

Rainbow turned to Pinkie. “THAT’S why.”

Raven sat up from the carcass of the dead princess and smacked her lips. “Blech. Dill.”