Applejack was sleeping when she heard the breaking of glass. Her eyes flashed opened and sat up in her bed. She heard a thump. She got out of bed and walked quietly to her closet, grabbing a baseball bat. She heard a cabinet drawer open and more thumping as she quietly made her way down the stairs. Her eyes adjusted and could faintly make out the shape of….apples?
“What in tarnation?” she said out loud. The apple stopped moving, and seemed to turn towards her. She could make out limbs sticking out of their sides. All at once they screamed a hellish sound and charged at the pony. Applejack took a swing at the closest… thing, smashing it to bits. She heard hoof steps behind her, and Big Mac stood beside her as Applejack took another swing and sent another one of the creatures flying.
“What’s go ‘in on?” asked Big Mac.
“These… these things jus’ start’d attack’n me! A little help would be just dandy, now” grunted Applejack as she took out another apple, splattering the apple’s guts on the wall. Big Mac noticed glints of light reflecting off of their hellish array of teeth. “Eeeyup”. He agreed, crushing an apple beneath his large hooves. The apples realized that the attempt to get fresh meat was hopeless; they hopped out of the windows, surprisingly agile and ran back to the apple farm.
“What in the hay was that?” panted Applejack. Dawn was breaking, revealing the carnage the apple’s left behind in the kitchen. Plates were on the floor, broken to bits. Silverware was everywhere. Broken glass littered the floor and counter. Food was everywhere you can possibly imagine. The air was pieced with a high shriek. Applejack ran to the window and saw that every tree in the apple orchard had no apples on them. She looked around and saw thousands of walking apples heading towards Ponyvill. One apple was big. To say it was gigantic was an understatement. Instead of feet and arms, it had octopus-like tentacles; its eyes were so close together, that you’d mistake it as only having one eye. The purple iris’s darted back and forth searching for victims. It didn’t walk so much as it just waddled on its four ten-feet-long tentacles.
“This ain’t good”
“Nnnnope”