Foxfire was on her couch. She decided to watch tv due to her boredom, since her friends hadn't talked to her in a while. On the tv, she saw something she hadn't expected. She gasped. Mind Games, Swegloard, and Blue Storm had been reported missing. She knew they had all talked to her since they went to Studio Sketch's house. She suddenly felt a boiling anger against the blue Pegasus. She suddenly dashed over to Studio's marble home and burst end inside. She almost was at the cellar when the door shut behind her. She turned around to find Studio staring at her with an evil grin, right before she pulled out her gun. Foxfire ducked behind a couch before Stu could shoot. She dove at the cellar door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She watched as Studio got closer to her, before she finally pulled the trigger.

Swegloard woke up to a gunshot and a scream. Suddenly, Studio walked in the room carrying Foxfire's body over her back. She threw it on the floor, then smiled at the purple stallion. "That's the last of your stupid friends." She said with a menacing grin. "THEY WERE YOUR FRIENDS TOO!!" Swegloard screamed. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "They were useless." Studio shot back.  "Unworthy of living." "You.. I thought you loved us. I thought you were my friend. What happened to you? What happened to the fun, lovable, Studio Sketch that we all knew? There is something sick and twisted inside of you... And I realized that the day you attacked me and beat me until the brink of death. Your sick, and twisted. And I now know that. I tried to think it wasn't you, but it was. And I now accept that. Your a worthless piece of crap. And I sure don't love you like I thought you loved us." Swegloard said loudly, hoping she would know what she really was. She used her draconequus magic to raise him up into the air, chains pulling at his hooves, and the magic burning his flesh. Swegloard screamed in pain and agony, as the first drops of blood shot out of his mouth. A long five minutes went by, and she let go. He fell to the floor with a thud, and felt too weak to open his eyes. "I changed." She told him back. "You should know that by now." She left the room and shut off the lights. She knew how he hated the dark. Swegloard felt like crying, but was too weak to move. In the darkness, a dull blue mare stepped into the room.