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"Vinyl?" Sweetie Belle looked at her fellow musician, guitar held low on her lap. It almost fell to the floor the way she was holding it, but she would never let that happen.
"Yeah?" the former DJ asked. Her voice sounded morose and dry. Vinyl looked at the floor, forehooves hanging between her thighs as she sat hunched over on the bed.
"We are the only ones now, isn't it? What happened to Octavia?" Sweetie Belle's eyes pleaded for an answer.
"She....." Vinyl began, then stopped, then sighed. "Guess that thing got her....."
Sweetie Belle's eyes widened, not from shock, but from grief setting in.
"One of those Clicker bastards..... It followed right on our tails. And I couldn't stop it." Vinyl pressed her forehooves together and they shook.
Sweetie Belle lowered her eyes and began staring at the floor, too. "We are alone now," she whispered.