Introducing Marshy’s Marshmallows: The hit sensation that’s sweeping through Manehattan!

Wait… scratch that.

A gargantuan version of the Marshy’s Marshmallows mascot—a puffy white earth-pony stallion whose mane and tail cascaded like a wave of marshmallow creme—was in the midst of sweeping through the streets of Manehattan, toppling buildings and tearing through suspension bridges as it carved a long path through the cowering city.

Everypony had their own theory about where it could have come from, how it could have gotten there, and why, almost two hours after its rampage had begun, the Princesses still had not yet intervened.

But as Babs Seed fought to extricate herself from the wrecked remains of brick and metal that had once been the hair salon she worked in, she found herself wondering only if the growing rumble in the background meant the thing was heading back toward her.

Her left rear leg was pinned between two twisted girders. The surface of her brownish-orange coat was unbroken, but she couldn’t be sure about the bones within; the leg had gone completely numb.

Babs glanced out at the ruined street and wiped thick dust from her eyes. No sign of Marshy yet…

A brief tremor bounced her against the ground. She gave a pained yelp as her bottom landed on some shards from the salon’s window.

A subtle motion on the other side of the street drew her eyes. Babs brushed her dark-pink mane aside and focused on the remnants of a dressmaker’s ground-floor window, where she spotted a pale-cream-colored head with a white and light-blue striped mane moving from side to side.

A pair of large, light-colored eyes met hers. The mare raised a hoof and gave a quick wave.

“Coco,” Babs said, recognizing her and waving back. Another tremor made her shudder, and reminded her she should keep quiet. “Get out of here, I think Marshy’s coming back,” she mouthed.

The whole street rumbled yet again. Coco Pommel broke eye-contact for a moment, looking higher and past Babs’ building. Babs followed her gaze, looking behind, but seeing little save for the building’s ruined interior. She turned back to Coco and shrugged. “What is it,” she whispered.

Coco raised her head for a moment and mouthed something back. Babs frowned; she didn’t understand.

There was another rumble; this one made the whole street shake. Fallen bricks bounced momentarily, and dust rained-down from shattered upper floors. Babs coughed, and tried to wave the dust away, before looking back at Coco.

Only, she wasn’t still there in the window. Babs blinked, scanning the storefront to see if she’d moved.

There was a sound of something heavy bearing-down on the walls of Babs’ building. Bricks ground under the weight; some cracking, others being crushed to powder.

Babs swallowed, and turned her head to look behind her.

Marshy’s bulbous figure stared down at her through a great rift in the building.

She began to scream as Marshy raised a massive hoof and hammered it toward her.