"Discord! Thank you for coming on such short notice, Peter has returned from his daily patrol. He's in his quarters as we speak."
"Thank you Luna. I will see to it that he gets his daily training." Discord made his way to Peter's living quarters. It wasn't really his living quarters, it was more of a place for him to store artifacts that he found while he was with the Ghostbusters, or if he was called for updates on his new armor. Peter loved the farm in Ponyville more than the castle in Canterlot.
Peter carefully placed the costume in it's case. "There are updates available for the Spider-Mane suit Mr. Apple. Would you want me to proceed with the updates?"
"Yes Karen, thank you." Peter's sixth sense went off, but it wasn't going off because of danger, it was going off for a different reason. Peter turned around, just in time to see Discord appear out of nowhere.
"Howdy partner. I'm looking for my baby brother, y'all might know him. He's your average teenager height, taller than Twilight, shorter than William, has a chocolate looking mane, has green emerald eyes, he has a muscular body, and he's a huge nerd. Y'all know where I can find him?" Peter tried to stifle his laughter. He managed to succeed, but he couldn't hide his growing smile.
"Nice to see ya too Discord." Discord disappeared and reappeared next to Peter, wrapping his arm around Peter's neck. "What have y'all been up to?"
"Well you know, making sure our cousin Pinkie hasn't blown anything up with Michael, and making sure William and Fluttershy are staying upbeat."
"How are they? The Aftons I mean." Discord sighed.
"I don't know how long it will be until William snaps. His father is missing, his youngest son was possessed, Michael was beaten to death, and Scootaloo and Sunset nearly died trying to find their brothers. William has been staying on the positive, I think Fluttershy is the reason he hasn't snapped yet." Peter looked away from Discord, he didn't think it was that bad.
"Howdy Will! What y'all been up to?"
"I've been setting up security cameras around my house."
"What for? If ya don't mind me asking."
"I just...I don't know."
"How are ya holding up? With everything that's happened to you and your family." William smiled.
"I'm doing fine Peter. You don't need to worry about me alright. Us Aftons always pull together, even when things look bad. Trust me."
"Peter!" Peter snapped back into reality. He was back in his room. Discord was standing in front of him, worry was written all over his face. "You okay? You just...froze." Peter rubbed his eyes again before meeting Discord's gaze.
"I'm alright. Hey, aren't y'all supposed to be giving me my training lesson?"
"Wakey wakey Mikey." Michael opened his eyes very slowly.
"Pinkie, what happened?" Michael rubbed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened.
"You dozed off silly."
"No, before I dozed off." Pinkie began to tap her index finger on her chin, trying to remember what had happened before Michael had dozed off. Then it hit her.
"Oh yeah, before you dozed off, we were checking the old abandoned pizzeria. Then you were standing still in front of the stage, and then you hit the floor like a rock. I tried waking you up, but you were sound asleep," Pinkie took in a huge gulp of air. "Then I dragged you out of the pizzeria because I started to hear some creepy noises, and now here we are in my bedroom!" Michael blankly stared at Pinkie.
"I don't know how, but I understood everything you just said." Michael looked around the room again, and yes, they were back in the Cake's shop.
"Do you remember anything when you were standing like a statue?" Michael closed his eyes and began to think.
'What do I remember?' "I remember seeing--AHH!!!"
"Michael!!! Michael are you okay!? Mr. and Mrs. Cakes come quick!!!! Something--" Whatever Pinkie was saying was now muffled. Michael's head felt like jello, he couldn't lift himself off his knees.
"Stay away from me!!! I don't even know who you kids are!!!!"
"You did this to us!"
"You hurt us!"
"You trapped us here!!!!"
"Get away from me! GET AWAY!!!!"
Michael's body couldn't take it. The vision or whatever it was had left him exhausted. His body fell into a puddle. A puddle of blood. Unbeknownst to Michael, was that there were six spirits hovering above him. They were all chanting the same thing.
"SAVE US!"