The sound of a billion hooves knocking the door echoed throughout the boutique. Sewing machines of various sizes and models laid strewn across the floor along with varying colors of fabrics, creating an almost vibrant mess. The windows were barred shut and cobwebs crept along every corner. The entirety of the first floor was quite the sight to behold.
The sound of a million hooves rang out across the empty expanse of a once-popular and sought after shop, owned by an illustrious mare who's work in fashion caught her the eye of every cloth-adorning species in Equis. A mare with a vibrant purple mane and a gleaming white coat was shown in a picture, held in a broken frame. Where once confidence reigned, it now fled.
The sound of a thousand hooves echoed up the creaking steps of the boutique. Once there was beauty to be seen in every inch of the interiors design, yet now the wallpaper was peeled and torn with the wooden beams it hid now in full view, broken and rotting. The handrail was meticulously cleaned in order to keep it up with the grade of the rest of the house, now it was covered in a layer of dirt and grime.
The sound of a hundred hooves boomed through the hallway on the second floor. Each creaking door led to a room inhabited by one of its denizens. One had 'Sweeties Room' spelled out on it's front with countless plastic gems. Another had it's surface scratched to the point where words became unrecognizable, causing those without prior knowledge of its denizen to become lost or confused at the existence of such a nameless door.
The sound of hoof steps were carried along the breeze that flew in from an open window in the room with a nameless door. Where once a majestic bed lay huddled against a wall now lay ruins of a time long forgotten. A picture frame held the images of six mares and a dragon on the bedside table. The dragon had been outlined with a heart and the words 'Spikey Wikey' lay across the bottom of its border. This was the only thing that stood strong among the destroyed room.
The sound of crunching was heard by any passers by who walked near the boutique. Pony's screamed and pointed as a figure jumped through it. It sped downwards at an unflinching pace. Droplets of water could be seen in the space it left behind as it fell. It clutched onto a photo with all of its strength as gravity's power was made evident and the figure collided with the ground and a sickening CRACK rang out through the street.