The dazed dragon finally made it to the entrance of the Apple Family's farm, and for the time being sheds the haunting voice of Rarity. He hears the sounds of piano and laughter from inside of Applejack's home. If he isn't allowed to be happy, then no one shall be. Spike enters the house and is greeted with the familiar scent of Applejack's famous apple pie. “Howdy Spike, whatcha doin' here this late at night fella?” the friendly voice of his friend spoke from the corner of the room. He says nothing, but instead breaths deeply as he stares at the ground in silence, his thoughts are racing and his adrenaline is pumping. He glances up and instantly his attention is averted to a mirror on the opposite side of the room which bears the image of a blood soaked, screaming Rarity. Shaking his head to rid his mind of the image he looks up at Applejack. “Applejack?” he muttered.
“Whats wrong little fella?”
“Are you ready to die?”
The pony who he had once called his friend gasped in astonishment as he lunged at her, extending his claws. Screams erupted from the pony ad his sharp claws made contact, and suddenly in a fit of rage, he blacked out.
When the baby dragon awoke he found himself on the floor surrounded by the bodies of two mares and one stallion, Applejack, Granny Smith, and Big Macintosh. Scrambling to his feet he admires his work, actually feeling pleasure knowing that his claws were responsible for what he saw before him. Gently laughing to himself he ponders his own sanity as he fantasizes about his sweet Rarity's voice and wonders weather her love can save him from what he has become, much like it did on his last birthday when he gazed into her stunning eyes and came back down to earth. He snaps and curses anyone who thinks he will even consider stopping now.