She'd smeled something wonderful coming from the warehouse basement, and had to inspect it. Something that smelled that good had no right being in a basement.

As she meandered around inspecting the crates and boxes, the scent grew stronger.

She found the smell closest to some really tightly shut barrels. well…she had to open one! After several firm attempts to get the lid off, she knocked it over and was surprised when the lid popped off of it's own accord, spewing a rediculously sticky goo all over her hooves. She chuckled and went to step out of it….but couldn't.

She chuckled nervously as she tugged harder, finding her hooves incapable of pulling free of the substance.

It was right about here that she realized another presence at joined her, and her laughter wasn't alone. Nervous laughter became close friends with maniacal chuckling. Filly second felt her hairs stand on end as purple hair shot out of the darkened corner and coiled around her waist, under her belly, and around her neck, squeezing tightly around her esophagus, and effectively halting any screams for help. she tried to pull away but was stuck fast to the floor.

"Well well well…." The Maniac muttered, stepping out into the dim lighting and letting her snout brush up against Filly seconds, her eyes wide and filled with insanity, rage, and revenge.

"…Look who can't run anymore…eeheheh…."

The scraping of metal behind the villain only made Filly Second's hair stiffen even more, She tried to speak and instantly regretted it as hair balled up and shoved its way into her mouth.

A crow bar came into view, hefted in the Maniac's tail.

"Ah ah ah, lets not let anyone around know about how much FUN you and I are about to have…I made this party just…for…you."

The crow bar lifted high above the evil mare's head, her grin widening to its largest, and her eyes boring into the smaller mare's terrified eyes.

"I'm quite hooked on these kinds of parties, lets see if you are!"

Commission for Grypher.