DeadSkies: Sugar Apple! Hellooo?
*DeadSkies made her way into the cottage where she lived, it was a quiet life and she was thankful for that. The only two ponies of substantial importance was her best friend, RedHeart: a sweet young mare, whose special talent is healing sick ponies; and Sugar Apple; a blonde cute orphan filly.*
DeadSkies: Sugar? toi here?
Sugar Apple: Coming Miss. Skies!
*DeadSkies started to trot into the living room, RedHeart was at work so it was just her and Sugar Apple. Suddenly, the little filly burst in wearing fake neck bolts, bandages and an eye patch.*
Sugar Apple: Roar! Look!Miss. Skies! I'm just like you! See?
*Sugar pomme twirled around montrer off her clothes, which resembled a Nightmare Night costume.*
DeadSkies: Oh, Sugar Apple! Do toi reeeally want to be like me? A social outcast with no friends?
Sugar Apple: One: toi have friends! Like me and RedHeart! And two: I'm not Sugar pomme any-more! I'm ROTTON APPLE! YAY!
*The filly then proceeded to run in circles around DeadSkies, she honestly was as energetic as a bunny on a sugar rush.*
Sugar Apple: Come on Miss. Skies! I want to be just like you! ROAR!
DeadSkies: Sugar- err.. I mean Rotten Apple, I don't say 'roar' I say GRRRRR!
Sugar Apple: Eeep!