Sweetie Bell's high pitched scream sounded out across the maze as she ran, terrified of the pony that made her eyes go all staticy and towered over her with it's non-face. She kept running until her voice wore out from her initial scream, when she paused to take a breath for another.
She would've done so had she not noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the hedges next to her. Pulling it out, she examined the paper, which had a crude sketch of a tree, the well dressed pony, and the word "FOLLOWS" written on it.
"Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, look at-" she stopped when she saw that her two friends were not with her. Sweetie was scared and alone, with nothing but a piece of paper with her. And that odd base resonance.
She put the paper in her bag to show her friends later, and continued upon the winding path laid out by the maze. All the side path's she discovered in the first ten minutes were dead ends. She pause momentarily when she thought she heard a scream, but it was too faint to make out. Continuing her walk in the maze, she came across another feature of the maze, though it looked rather demolished. It was a stone wall, and it looked like something ha been torn out of it. Another paper stuck out from bits of rubble like a flag. Sweetie investigated the paper, finding it read "DON'T LOOK... OR IT TAKES YOU", along with another crude sketch of the odd pony.
Takes me where? Sweetie Bell wondered. She put the note with the other one, and followed the path on her left.
The spooky, suited pony stood at the end, motionless as a statue. Sweetie screamed, running away and shaking her head in vain to clear away the static. She ran until she hit a tree, amongst a reflecting pool and a few others.
She looked around- no tall pony in sight. She did notice a trail of apple seeds leading out of the clearing.
Apple Bloom must've left those, Sweetie Bell thought. Maybe I can find her by following them!
Sweetie let the trail of seed lead her to a dead end, where it looked like Apple Bloom ad run through a hedge. Sweetie followed through it tentatively, unsure of why she'd do so. Sweetie was confronted with a fountain trickling blood filled water, and a corpse floating in it. Sweetie started crying- who would do that to somepony?- and checked around the fountain. Scootaloo's bag lay at the base, along with a loose page, reading "HELP ME". Sweetie refused to believe the dead pony was her friend, though she did take the page and the bag.
Sweetie Bell was deathly scared now, and had lost the Apple seed trail. She decided to take a random path, leading her to a dead end. There she saw a sight most grown stallions would vomit at.
Apple Bloom was torn apart, her limbs completely severed, her eyes crushed into the dirt, and her jaw hanging on by a single ligament. her bag lay next to her, covered in it's owner's blood, but otherwise untouched.
Sweetie sat on the dirt and cried, more so than she ever had before. Both her friends were dead- she now had every reason to believe the corpse in the fountain was Scoots- and she was likely next.
After what seemed like forever, she got up, and threw Apple Bloom's bag over her own, and Scootaloo's. Silent with sorrow, she wandered the maze, eventually coming upon the area she'd met with the horrible, horrible pony. Another note lay on the ground. Sweetie picked it up, and read "CAN'T RUN" from it.
The note didn't lie. She looked up and stood face to face with the unnaturally thin- the Slender Mare before her. She tried to run, but the weight of the three bags she now carried proved too heavy, and she soon ran out of breath. The last thing she saw was the Slender mare, through eyes near blinded with static, and her own tears.