Swegloard hummed a bright, cheery, tune. He was going to visit his friend Studio Sketch. Nobody had seen her for over a month, so Swegloard was feeling proud of himself for being the one who was able to find out where she was. He arrived at the small black marble dome which was Studio's home. He knocked on the door three times before a dull blue mare quickly answered the door. He was shocked when he saw her. Her mane was long and shaggy. Her eyes were bloodshot and her pupils were small. "S-Studio!!" He said, tears in his eyes. He was happy to see her. He wrapped his scaly wings around her. She just stared ahead. "Huh?" He questioned. No response. She looked like a wax figure. They stood there for about two minutes, until Studio finally spoke. "You shouldn't be here." She said abruptly. Her left eye twitched and so did her right ear. "What?" Swegloard asked. "Stu, why?" He asked her again. Her eyes widened and her pupils grew smaller. "I said..." Studio told him, "you shouldn't be here." Studio started a maniacal twitch that would send any pony running. She looked like a mad pony that belonged into an asylum. Swegloard backed up. He had a scared look in his eye. Suddenly, she started to walk towards him. It wasn't long before he noticed that the sky was now black. It was so black, that it didn't even look like night. He instantly passed out, but not before he got a good look at his friend's sharp, toothy, smile. The evil grin that would haunt his dreams.