That night I waited until the others were asleep and headed out, it didn't take me long to track the other pony from before. That was when I realized I was dealing with a bad apple, I played it nice though and managed to wave them off with a smile, though I had to grit my teeth somewhat as I watched them toss the barely touched apple on the ground as they left. Then it happened, that pony went ahead and took one of my apples, took a big bite of it right in front of me and smiled real nice, the kind of smile one has when they do something wrong and think you can't do nothing about it, and said 'catch you later'. Still I just tried my best to move the little pony on without making a fuss.Īfter a while they went to move on and seemed to be a nice enough pony despite the rough start. Now, I'm a friendly sort so I decided to go over and see what the new pony wanted, only turns out this pony wasn't like most of the others, pretty new to town and had a right mouth on her. Now, let me get on with my story: it began one fine afternoon, I was picking apples and trying my best to keep the farm in top condition when I noticed some pony trespassing. Ya see, life is a lot like apples - all it takes is a couple of bad apples to ruin the whole batch and I can't just let that happen.

They are, well gosh darn it, I can't explain it - ya ever imagine being torn apart piece by piece? agonising pain rushing through ya? well that's how I feel about my apples - I love my apples, which is why I'd do anything to make sure they stay big and strong. You see, I was born and raised on apples, apples are my life - heck, my apples are more than my life. Well I reckon it's about time some pony did, so - ya all like apples, dontcha? well that's good. Howdy ya all, my name's Applejack and I guess ya all aren't too used to having a pony tell ya a story.

Applejack creepypasta