>>3844 >Apple Bloom continued to be lost in her work. She didn't really have any recollection of what she had drawn even a few moments ago. >It was all a haze. Almost like she was dreaming or something. >Apple Bloom watched as some of the drawings started to move on there own. >One of the fish began to walk upon its tail fins. Another pulled out a sphere that had been impaled with and began to collect its scattered guts on the ground. >The pufferfish began to sing, though she couldn't make out a word it said. >She felt a little fear of the drawings before her, yet curiosity was wining out. >The drawings all went about their own affairs, some doing random things and some acting out the scenes they were drawn in. >Apple Bloom felt briefly very sad and guilt ridden, after all, a lot of them are in pain. >"Apple Bloom, will you pass the pizza?" >Apple Bloom turned her gaze away from the drawings. She saw a pizza box next to her. Since when were we eating pizza >Apple Bloom hoofed over the pizza box to Scootaloo, it was a rather old looking and unappetizing pizza and it had only a couple of slices left. >Apple Bloom gazed back at the dancing drawings, only to find them much less active than before. >Hardly moving, and a fuzz of static. >Was that her imagination?
