It had seemed innocuous enough, but there was the corpse staring blankly up at me, all four aquamarine legs horribly askew, pastel skin painted blood and rust red.
Really though, the grin got to me. Flesh hung ragged, ripped away from terrible teeth. It was kind of my fault.
It was a bad start to a long and hateful day, everypony.
Two-teeth’s poor mum, Candied Calm, lay dead at my hooves.