Velvet stepped out her bathroom and back into her living room, her relief at being safely back home interrupted by a loud and rhythmic thumping. “Crystal?” she called out, quirking her brow.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Crystal replied. “Chopping vegetables and being really mad because I didn’t know where you were and you didn’t leave a note.”
Velvet stepped into the kitchen where, sure enough, Crystal was very forcefully chopping up a zucchini, utilizing a large cleaver that was very obviously too much knife for the job in front of her.
“Well, I don’t usually leave one,” Velvet replied with less sass than she normally would, suddenly nervous about that cleaver. “I mean, there’s not really a reason to be mad about it, I do this almost literally all the time.”
“Oh, I have every right to be mad, and I probably still shouldn’t chopping vegetables because of that. You know if you’d left a note, I probably wouldn’t be so mad,” Crystal said.
“Well, you could always sto —” was as far as Velvet got before a lighter chop of the cleaver took Crystal’s hoof right off of its limb, spraying blood onto the wall and floor.
“Your hoof!” Velvet screamed hysterically.
“Oh no, my hoof!” Crystal screamed sedately, waving her stump around. Even more blood sprayed onto the walls and floor.
“Your hoof! Your hoof!” Velvet screamed even more hysterically, backing into the opposite wall in terror.
“Oh, if only somepony had left a note, this horrible tragedy could have been averted!” Crystal wailed with all the conviction of a pony with absolutely no acting skills.
“Your hoof, it came off like papier… mâché….”
Velvet looked at the hoof on the ground — which looked suspiciously like a poorly made facsimile — to the blood that had spattered onto the walls and floor — which looked and smelled suspiciously like raspberry pie filling — to Crystal Wishes herself, who was pointing at her with the hoof she had very obviously not just separated from her body.
“And that’s why you leave a note!”