Friendship is Death

It was a glorious day in Equestria. All was well and good, Rainbow Dash flying dare devil stunts in the clear blue sky like always, Fluttershy spending time in the forest with all of her little and rather large furry friends, Applejack bucking apples as if it was the only thing to save her life, Rarity designing new fabulous dresses for everyone to wear for any momentous events, Pinkie Pie shaking her butt all over Ponyville like life was just a party for her to enjoy, and Twilight Sparkle reading more spells than ever before to complete all the spells the other Princesses knew. Everything completely normal that day, if only they knew just what horrible, insane pony was coming to town.

Around high noon a dark, shady and mysterious pony came walking into Ponyville. He wore a black cloak that hid his face in shadows. He didn’t talk to anypony, he didn’t make eye contact, and all he did was stand in the center of town the whole day.

“What a nice town,” he thought, “Everypony’s friendly to me, the whole town just looks happy too. Just like my old home was,” the pony said with a sigh.

He could remember it like it was yesterday, how he massacred all the ponies who lived there. He had enjoyed that day like no other. The pony was taking a break from all the lessons his parents signed him up for as usual. Although everyday seemed like it was the same each time, so he wanted to change things up a little today. He went to visit his friends and see if they could play with him. “Guys, I left my lessons to come play with you. So what are you three doing?”

“Get lost,” said one.

“Scram,” said another

“We don’t like you and never have. You’re annoying,” said his best friend.

“But…I don’t understand…we’ve been playing for-“

“Let me try and say this in terms that a poor annoying pony can understand,” a pony said with a hefty shove. “From the very beginning when we all met, all of us thought that you were one of the most annoying and stupid ponies that we had ever met. All those times where we played with you and acted like we were your friends were fake. From the very beginning we wanted you gone.”

“You want me…gone…” the pony said with overflowing tears. “Well then…why don’t you be gone!?” The pony leapt toward one of his ex-friends and kicked him square in the snout crushing most of his face. With blood covered hooves he then broke the bleeding pony’s neck, killing him. As the other two stood in shock, the sad angry filly ran to them and bashed their heads together with such force that it caused their skulls to break open and let them bleed out.
He sat there for a long while starring at his only friends, or now just some ponies, that he had killed out of sheer anger and sadness. “What have I done…I killed the only ponies there have ever been nice to me… Oh Celestia, what have I done,” but then he realized something…he had never felt so alive. That killing those three was…fun. So he thought that he would have more fun this way by going into the nearby town only about a mile away.

As soon as he walked into the town everypony seemed to glare at him with looks of disgust or disapproval. “This will only make it that much more fun,” he thought. So he found the closest sharp object he could find, a broken piece of glass. And thus started his hours and hours of bloody murder fun. One by one the little pony killed. Each one a different way, stabbed in the eyes, broken neck, gutted, no two ponies were murdered the same way. And this pony only found joy in all of their deaths. But deep down…all he really wanted was a true friend.

When he was done with his killing spree night had already fallen and the moon shined bright in the stars. “Guess it’s time to go home. I’ll tell my parents of all the fun we had everypony!” he said to a pile of pony corpses. “Too bad we can’t do this another time, but oh well, bye-bye,” said the blood splattered filly as he trotted away.

The little pony made his way to the small house that lay in the country side as he happily grinned. “Mommy! Daddy! I’m home! I had so much fun today with everyone in town.”

“Why that’s great pumpkin, come tell me- oh…oh my Celestia! Darling come here why are you covered in blood?” ask his worried mother.

“I killed them,” He said with a large smile.

“What?”

“I killed them all, everypony in town. We had so much fun, first I got a piece of glass and shoved it into this pony’s neck, then I-“ he was cut off by his mother’s face…the same face everypony else gave him. He looked over his father just to see the same. “Wh…what? I was only having some fun…why…why do you look at me JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS?”

He had snapped. He was no longer the same little filly but instead something completely insane in a young pony’s body with a strong blood lust. That night he had “fun” with his parents all night long. They screamed, they shouted, they even ran but their son was too fast for them. They eventually just accepted their fates to die at their son’s hoof.

When morning came he had no memory of what happened last night and what he did to his parents. All he knew was he came home and then he was there….there in a blood painted room, no spot left of wall. Just a fully blood red room. There was no sign of the corpses and he actually started to worry about them. He ran all over the house shouting “MOMMY! DADDY! WHERE ARE YOU?” while crying his little eyes out. Nothing. There wasn't another soul, the only thing he found was a cloak with his parents’ cutie marks sewn onto the inside, and what he called a death mark, a pony’s broken skull. From then on, vowed to become what his parents wanted him to be, somepony well known…..

“Ahh, memories. Boy do I miss those simple days where I didn't have to keep killing for a living, when I could kill anypony I wanted at any time, and not at a deadline.”

The distracted stallion snapped back into reality and saw that it was night. He had dozed off for hours in his memories of his murderous and joyful past and didn't realize how late it was getting. There was nopony around at this time of night. It was quiet and peaceful as all the ponies slept in their own little beds as the full moon lit the night sky just enough for him to see. “Well I suppose that now is as good time as any to start,” the pony said to himself. He pulled out a small piece of paper from inside his cloak when he reached the front of a house that held his first victims and placed it on the door. “That should do.” He simply opened the door and just walked in. As the door closed the note fell to the ground and opened revealing the words “Friendship is Death.”