It was a beatiful day. A truly beatiful day. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. The flowers were blooming. And it was just the day after Nightmare Night. Twilight Sparkle was remembering fondly the night that had just passed, filled with cheers, laughter, wonderful costumes, lots of candies and amusing games.
She really liked Nightmare Night now that she had friends: getting scared, wearing a costume, staying up late having fun with your friends, it was such an amazing occasion. But after it was over, Twilight felt weird, like there was something wrong with the world. Had she forgotten something? She had everything checklisted and ready to be archived, and nothing was missing. But there was a big hole in her heart after Nightmare Night, something so big it felt impossible to close. A chasm in her very soul.
This thought was ruining her otherwise fine day, but while she was busy trying to think of a solution, she ran into Pinkie Pie. A strange Pinkie Pie, though. She wasn’t chipper or bubbly, but she kept staring at the ground intensely. Twilight got close and asked:
“Pinkie? Is there anything wrong?”
“They forgot about it.” She answered with a whisper.
“Forgot about what?”
“I don’t want another Skywrath Mage set, they all look the same.” She kept staring at the ground, but now she was visibly shaking.
“Pinkie, you’re starting to scare me-“
“I don’t want any more tickets, everyone watches the tournaments on Twitch anyway!” She said as she looked Twilight in the eyes.
“Pinkie…”
“Give Diretide, Twilight.” She said coldly as she got closer.
“What?”
“Give Diretide.” She was clutching a strange metal tube in her hooves. She pointed at Twilight and…
BAM
A loud bang filled the air. Everyone turned to see Twilight with half of her face blown off, desperately clutching Pinkie for a moment, and then falling into the dirt.
A pony got closer and asked:
“Is she Volvo?”
“No, Cyborgmatt.”
“Then we ask Volvo again.”