My name is Fluttershy. Up until recently, I was a kind pony who loved animals, and the bearer of the Element of Harmony, Kindness. Now, I am a murderer. A rapist. A cannibal. A sadistic shell of my former self. This is my story, and any who no longer wish to hear my story may leave now. No one forced you to hear it, you do this of your own free will. As I myself will probably be dead by the time anyone hears my story, I am not responsible for your own mental or physical damage caused by my story and cannot be blamed for one's own recklessness towords their ponysona.

If you still wish to continue, be my guest. But do not expect answers as to why I lost my sanity, or why I became what I am. This is purely a story for knowledge, whatever the knowledge you may seek be. If you are reading this because it is a century or millenium since my passing, and you beleive this is purely a foal's fable, please go straight ahead as I am sure the families of the victims that I ruthlessly slaughtered and used for solely my pleasure would love to hear that years from now, their lost hopes and dreams, their disturbing sorrows reduced to ashes, the horrible truth buried so deep that no one could uncover it if they had Starswirl the Bearded himself to help you!

Now please. Sit back and relax as you hear exactly what happened throughout such a short period of time.

- Fluttershy, Element of Kindness

“Pinkie, have you seen Rainbow Dash recently?” I ask. It has been a week since anypony had seen the weather control pony, and as a result a replacement has been sent from Cloudsdale to do Rainbow’s job.

The pink party pony looks around, as though nervous, and then looks at me and giggles, saying “No, silly billy! Why, Fluttershy?” I say in my usual whisper “Well, no one has seen her for a full week! I want to go to her house, but…”

“Oh, you won’t find her there!” Pinkie Pie says. “What?” I ask. She quickly realizes her mistake and says “Oh, nothing of course!” However, I heard her clearly, and immediately knew something was up. Did Pinkie know something? “Pinkie, I’m shy, not dumb! What do you know?!”

She starts to slowly back away, so I start to pin her in. Pinning Pinkie in is no trouble at all, as many animals become frightened when they see somepony bigger then them. At this point, I knew she knew something, so I had to get it out of her! If she did anything, ANYTHING, to hurt MY Rainbow Dash! I love Dashie, and I need to know what happened to her!

As I continue descending on my friend, she moves closer and closer to the wall. When she realizes how close she is, she sprints to get out of the corner. Fortunately, I’ve faced similar problems with my animals, and trip her. She rolls onto her side and I take the opportunity to mount her.

I look around for some sort of weapon or something to keep her still, and find a dagger not far away. I lunge for it, and manage to take it into my mouth by the hilt. Pinkie tries to run past me, but I spin around, cutting her face. “Ow,” Pinkie shouts! I look at the cut the blade had made, and then to the newly bloodied knife in my grasp, than back to Pinkie’s face that is now dripping small amounts of blood. I knew I should be terrified of what I had done.

But I wasn’t.

“Wha di ou oo,” I heard myself shout, muffled by the dagger. “Nothing, I swear!” says Pinkie Pie. I point the blade at her throat. “Don’t lie, Pinkie Pie! I don’t want to hurt you!”

But I was lying. I did want to hurt her. I had a weird feeling, like a rush, when I cut her. I needed to feel that again! However, my shy little voice was telling me not to. So as a test to both of us, I swung the blade again, cutting into her other cheek. Again, the rush filled my body. It felt good to hear the party pony’s pathetic yelp escape her throat!
What was wrong with me?! I never acted like this before!

“Ok, ok Fluttershy! I’ll talk, I swear! Just put the knife away!” She says. “No!” I reply. “Not until I can be assured of Dashie’s safety!” I had to keep it with me. It felt good to have control!

“To be honest, Flutters, I…” “Yeeess..?” I urge. “Well, she’s dead. I tortured her to death.”

I feel my blood turn to ice. My heart stops beating, and I cannot move as I stare at the bleeding face of my true love’s killer. I feel like my jaw drops off of my face, even though my grasp on my dagger tightens. “I’m… sorry?” She mutters out.

My vision goes red. All my thoughts die. Time slows dramatically. And then I, without a second thought, stab the blade to the hilt into Pinkie Pie’s right foreleg, right where it connects to the body.

“SORRY!” I scream as her right foreleg crumples under her weight. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘SORRY’?” I yank the blade out of her right foreleg and stab it into her left foreleg as she screams in pain. The rush builds in my heart. All I can see in her face is a mixture of blood and tears.

“SORRY DOESN’T BRING THE PONY I LOVE BACK, DOES IT?!”I yank the blade out again, this time swinging it in arcs that rapidly cut gashes into Pinkie’s legs and face. “HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, HUH?! DO YOU ENJOY THE PAIN?” I shout, again burying the blade into her chest.

The rush and my rage has blocked out every instinct other then violence.

“Fluttershy, sto-”

That was as far as she got before I sank the blade for the final time into her neck.

Still seething with rage, I pull the knife out of the corpse of Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter. I smile, looking at her bloody corpse, still bleeding in death. I cut off part of her right foreleg as a spoil to keep. I put the knife in my saddlebag, and take the severed leg with me as I escape under the cover of darkness to my cottage on the edge of the Everfree Forest, thinking on what I had just done.

Author's Note

Ok, so this is my first fanfiction ever, so let me know if I should continue or stop. Also, were you to share this, please give me credit.