“Let’s see… Barn’s collapsed again, half the sheep have run off, gonna need a whole bunch of hammers and tape to fix that wheelbarrow, and Apple Bloom…” Applejack paused.
“And Apple Bloom’s kind of… besides herself right now?” said Sweetie Belle with an awkward smile.
That was one way to describe the fact that Apple Bloom was currently reduced to a pile of burnt looking ghoul flesh. Said pile was still moving and making strange, nauseating sounds. It would be horrifying, except that Applejack knew that Apple Bloom would be fine once she was put back together. It was genuinely surprising what the undead filly could walk away from these days.
“Yeah… besides herself. Ah know she ain’t in serious trouble or nothin,’ but how the hay did she end up like this? This is even worse than that time she fell off the barn. Y’all were just ridin’ a wagon down a hill, right?” asked Applejack.
“Well…” started Sweetie Belle.
She paused at the sound of Scootaloo making another sacrifice to Nurgle in a nearby bush. Or at least, Sweetie Belle hoped it was Nurgle. She doubted any other god, fictional or otherwise, would care for that much vomit. It was apparent that Scootaloo’s stomach didn’t agree with Apple Bloom’s current status as meat paste.