MEANWHILE:
Sweetie Belle: (seen eating various cupcakes, that AppleBloom givin her) Umm.. These are delicious.
AppleBloom: Well.. Ah'll let you in on the secret... Y'all know how ah'm always telling Diamond Tiera that ah'll "make something of her" someday.
Sweetie Belle: ... (gasps) are you saying you KILLED Diamond Tiera.. And are serving her caresses for lunch
AppleBloom: ... Maybe
SweetieBelle: ...... Cool! (containues eating)
That's the end of the chapter..
Now just making walang tiyak na layunin words to make this artikulo long enough....
Sweetie Belle: (seen eating various cupcakes, that AppleBloom givin her) Umm.. These are delicious.
AppleBloom: Well.. Ah'll let you in on the secret... Y'all know how ah'm always telling Diamond Tiera that ah'll "make something of her" someday.
Sweetie Belle: ... (gasps) are you saying you KILLED Diamond Tiera.. And are serving her caresses for lunch
AppleBloom: ... Maybe
SweetieBelle: ...... Cool! (containues eating)
That's the end of the chapter..
Now just making walang tiyak na layunin words to make this artikulo long enough....
I thought I would have madami ideas to add to this story, but turns out... I don't.
So, yeah, this chapter is marely an Arthur note saying that the story is now over..
So the last chapter was actually the last chapter..
Till susunod time my dear fans :)
I'm suppose to write madami words so here's walang tiyak na layunin Metallica lyrics
"Story starts, quite town.
Small time boy, big time frown.
Never talks, never plays.
Different path, Nawawala his way.
Dead streets are red, red I'm afried.
No confetti, no parade.
Nothing happens in this boring place.
But oh my god, how that all did change.
Now they all prey.
Blood, stains, wash away."
So, yeah, this chapter is marely an Arthur note saying that the story is now over..
So the last chapter was actually the last chapter..
Till susunod time my dear fans :)
I'm suppose to write madami words so here's walang tiyak na layunin Metallica lyrics
"Story starts, quite town.
Small time boy, big time frown.
Never talks, never plays.
Different path, Nawawala his way.
Dead streets are red, red I'm afried.
No confetti, no parade.
Nothing happens in this boring place.
But oh my god, how that all did change.
Now they all prey.
Blood, stains, wash away."