Who are you? · 3:27pm Apr 11th, 2018

Babs Seed huddled down in the corner of the room. She rocked back and forth, knife clutched tightly in her hands. She stayed like that for what felt like hours, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. The sun was going to rise soon. She would be safe then. Nothing bad ever happened in the daytime.

When her legs began to get that pins and needles feeling, Babs dared to stand up. Whoever was lurking around had probably left by then, right?

The window shattered with a crash as something heavy was thrown through it. Babs jumped back, looking at the pony-sized thing.

It was Diamond Tiara. Or what was left of her.

Babs screamed. The knife fell from her fingers as she raced back to the door. Her barricade was still in place, but she quickly demolished it in her quest to be anywhere but right here. She threw the last chair aside and wrenched the door open. The cold night air hit her like a slap in the face, but she hardly noticed. Panicked strides sent her running out the door and across the yard.

She didn't have a plan or even the vaguest idea of where she was running to. All she wanted was to get away.

A bright light suddenly lit up her form, making her freeze. She stood there, dumbly. The proverbial deer in the headlights.

A car approached, the sound of a door opening and closing reached Babs's ears. Hesitantly, she turned, seeing a figure walk out from behind the lights. It was a mare, older and taller than Babs. Her coat was a startling shade of pink, and her mane two softer shades of the same color.

"W-who are you?" Babs stuttered out, all but sobbing with fear.

The mare gave her a warm, motherly smile. "Why, I'm Miss Cheerilee. A friend of the Apples."

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