The Mimicby LinkMorganChaptersThe First AssaultReflectionsMimicsThe New HerThe First AssaultLoud music was blasted at an extremely loud volume as a concert blared on in the center of town. Ponies screamed and cheered with joy as their favorite DJ played their favorite dubstep. A white, blue-maned unicorn stood on stage with her hooves on the records, her dark purple goggles covering her magenta eyes and a black music note on her flank. The Mimic made her way to the concert and stood at the back of the crowd, carefully observing the peculiar moves of the DJ as she swayed from side to side happily in perfect synchronization with the music. The Mimic reached a hoof into her mane and pulled out a black marker. She placed it in her mouth and professionally drew a black music note on her flank. She smiled and put the marker back in her mane. She then pulled out a thin red metal rod which she proceeded to bend into the shape of the frame of the DJ’s goggles. She took out two circular, round pieces of dark red glass and slowly inserted them into the metal frame. She placed her homemade goggles over her red eyes. She then sat down and reached into her mane with two hooves, not to take something out, but to reshape it. She pushed her mane to the right and forced it to spike forward. She now looked almost exactly like the DJ. She trotted around the crowd and silently made her way backstage where she hid, waiting for her prey to return. Ten minutes later, the music came to a stop. The DJ waved a hoof to the audience and turned around, making her way backstage where she would take a short break and return soon after. DJ Pon-3 trotted toward her water bottle, which was conveniently placed on a table in front of her. She levitated it upward using her magic and emptied it into her mouth. Before she could swallow, a rag was pulled over her head and into her open mouth. She gasped, inhaling some of the water as the rag was tied around her head and she was hurled to the ground. She attempted to cry for help, but the blood red rag in her mouth prevented her from doing so. She choked on her water before finally vomiting, causing serious injury to her oesophagus as the pressure built up from the vomit filling her blocked mouth. Eventually enough vomit was released from her mouth for her to breathe again and she started coughing and breathing heavily. Before she could figure out what was happening, her hooves were tied together and she was unable to move or scream. The Mimic dragged the DJ by the tail to the corner and dropped her. She smiled, kissed DJ Pon-3 in the forehead and bowed. The DJ took one final look at what seemed like her parallel self when everything turned black for the unfortunate mare as she was covered by a large sheet of maroon material and was knocked out. ReflectionsSugarcube Corner, the best provider of sweets and cakes in Equestria. Also home to Ponyville’s happiest citizen, Pinkamena Diane Pie, or as her friends call her, Pinkie Pie. But what happens when the happiest pony in town isn’t accepted as a friend? The town isn’t so happy anymore. The Mimic happily trotted around Ponyville, looking for something to do. She couldn’t find anything worth doing, so she just sat next to a fountain and stared at her reflection in the water. She made funny faces and messed around with her mane a little bit to try and see what looked good. Eventually she had ended up with a puffy mane that reminded her of cotton candy. She smiled happily and stared directly into the eyes of her reflection. Or was it her reflection? The eyes of the pony in the fountain were blue. Hers were red. She shook her head in disbelief that her eyes had somehow changed colour. She was right. There was not only one reflection in the water, but two. The Mimic tilted her head as her hair fell flat once again. “Reflections sure are funny to mess around with, huh?” The Mimic’s eyes widened as she realised that she was being talked to by a reflection. “My name’s Pinkie Pie! What’s yours?” The Mimic’s eyes and mouth were opened wide. “Umm… Hello? I’m up here, silly!” The Mimic looked up. The pink pony was standing in front of her on a part of the fountain. “So you’re new around here, huh? Nice to meet you! I’m Pinkie Pie, but you can call me Pinkie! All of my friends do, and you’re my new friend! What’s your name?” The Mimic just sat staring at the smiling earth pony in front of her. “No need to be shy! Say something!” The Mimic blinked twice. “So you don’t like talking then… That’s OK! My pal Fluttershy doesn’t like talking either, but at least she told me her name! Come on! I’m dying to meet you!” The Mimic looked at Pinkie with a stern face. “Pretty please?” The Mimic shook her head. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” The Mimic continued to stare. “Say something! Please!” The Mimic opened and closed her mouth. No sound was heard. “Can you even talk?” The Mimic shook her head. “Oh! That makes much more sense! What’s your na- I mean, can you draw your name on the ground here?” Pinkie pointed to a flat plot of dirt. The Mimic looked at the dirt, then at Pinkie. She tilted her head in confusion. Pinkie gasped. “What?! You don’t have a name?!” The Mimic slowly shook her head. Pinkie leaped down from the fountain and landed next to The Mimic. She closely inspected her from all angles and placed a hoof on her chin. “Hmm… Your coat makes me want to give you something snow-related, but your mane and eyes don’t… And your cutie mark…” Pinkie gasped again. “You have no cutie mark either?! Wow… We have got a LOT to work on here!” The Mimic stared at Pinkie. “So your eyes are red… Like cherries! And your hair is black…” Pinkie gasped a third time. “How about Black Cherry Ice Cream?! Because your eyes are red like cherries, and your mane is black, so that makes Black Cherry. Your coat is white like snow, and snow is cold! Like ice cream! So that makes Black Cherry Ice Cream!” The Mimic shook her head. “Oh… You know what? You’re right! That name sucks! Why would I even consider that? How about… Black Cherry Snowcone?” The Mimic shook her head once again. “Black Cherry?” The Mimic declined. “Cherry Snow?” The Mimic shook her head again. “Oh, you’re one tough cookie! Hmm… How about Black Snow?” The Mimic was about to refuse, but this was going to go on forever and the names weren’t going to be getting any better than this so she nodded. A wide smile spread across Pinkie Pie’s face. “Yipee! I have a new friend! And I named her! Black Snow it is!” Pinkie tackled her new friend with a hug. Black Snow broke free of the hug and pushed Pinkie away. She shook her head. “Y-You… Don’t wanna be my friend?” A large frown spread across Pinkie’s face and tears filled her eyes. Black Snow shook her head. Pinkie’s hair turned straight. “But I thought… We were gonna be besties…” Black Snow furiously shook her head. Pinkie began to cry. “I-I… Sorry!” She ran away crying. Black Snow silently sighed. Ponies in the area were staring at her with disappointed faces. Black Snow stared back and growled without making a noise. They shook their heads and walked away angrily. MimicsThe snow white earth pony trotted down the dirt path heading to Ponyville, her straight jet black mane covering half of her blood red right eye and her blank flank reflecting some light onto shaded trees. It was a beautiful day, birds glided through the cloudless sky as the sun beamed down rays of light across the land. Ponyville. What a place. With its fantastic weather and its abundance of facilities, who wouldn't want to live there? Well, this pony would live anywhere if she could, but rejection followed her requests due to her condition and personality, for she was a Mimic. Her voice unheard and feelings only expressed by tears, smiles and mute acting. Life as a Mimic has its ups and downs, having the ability to imitate even the most complicated of hairstyles and draw every cutie mark in the book with ease is a fantastic talent if that’s what you need to do, their skill in arts and acting unbeatable. But communication is next to impossible due to their lack of voice and education. No matter what runs in their bloodlines, Mimics are always earth ponies, their coats are always white, their manes are always black and their eyes are always red. Mimics are often associated with insanity, suicide and even murder. You don’t want to be a Mimic. Or do you? They can do practically everything once they've seen somepony else do it. Most Mimics are abandoned by their parents at birth and die soon after, bit this one lived. She became more than just a Mimic. She became The Mimic, the last of her kind. The only one left to save her race. Or destroy it. It was her decision what she wanted to do, but life is lonely if you are the only one. Without any siblings, parents or friends, she was alone, alone in this massive world of dangers. The New HerThe new DJ stepped out onto the stage and greeted her cheering audience with a wave. She stood atop the stage with her hooves mounted on the two records in front of her. She raised a hoof high in the air and then quickly slammed it down onto a red button. The music boomed as the completely unaware audience cheered for the fake DJ Pon-3. She played around with the records and various buttons and switches, making the music sound amazing. When the concert was finally over and The Mimic waved goodbye to her audience. She trotted backstage, brought her mane back to its original state and placed her goggles in it. She decided to visit DJ Pon-3 one more time before she left. She removed the sheet of material from over the unicorn’s body. DJ Pon-3 lay in the corner shaking as she bathed in her own blood, sweat and tears. The Mimic giggled and smiled without making a noise. She once again kissed the DJ in the forehead and knocked her out. She removed the ropes and rag and dragged the mare by the tail to a dumpster outside where she disposed of the body.
The First AssaultLoud music was blasted at an extremely loud volume as a concert blared on in the center of town. Ponies screamed and cheered with joy as their favorite DJ played their favorite dubstep. A white, blue-maned unicorn stood on stage with her hooves on the records, her dark purple goggles covering her magenta eyes and a black music note on her flank. The Mimic made her way to the concert and stood at the back of the crowd, carefully observing the peculiar moves of the DJ as she swayed from side to side happily in perfect synchronization with the music. The Mimic reached a hoof into her mane and pulled out a black marker. She placed it in her mouth and professionally drew a black music note on her flank. She smiled and put the marker back in her mane. She then pulled out a thin red metal rod which she proceeded to bend into the shape of the frame of the DJ’s goggles. She took out two circular, round pieces of dark red glass and slowly inserted them into the metal frame. She placed her homemade goggles over her red eyes. She then sat down and reached into her mane with two hooves, not to take something out, but to reshape it. She pushed her mane to the right and forced it to spike forward. She now looked almost exactly like the DJ. She trotted around the crowd and silently made her way backstage where she hid, waiting for her prey to return. Ten minutes later, the music came to a stop. The DJ waved a hoof to the audience and turned around, making her way backstage where she would take a short break and return soon after. DJ Pon-3 trotted toward her water bottle, which was conveniently placed on a table in front of her. She levitated it upward using her magic and emptied it into her mouth. Before she could swallow, a rag was pulled over her head and into her open mouth. She gasped, inhaling some of the water as the rag was tied around her head and she was hurled to the ground. She attempted to cry for help, but the blood red rag in her mouth prevented her from doing so. She choked on her water before finally vomiting, causing serious injury to her oesophagus as the pressure built up from the vomit filling her blocked mouth. Eventually enough vomit was released from her mouth for her to breathe again and she started coughing and breathing heavily. Before she could figure out what was happening, her hooves were tied together and she was unable to move or scream. The Mimic dragged the DJ by the tail to the corner and dropped her. She smiled, kissed DJ Pon-3 in the forehead and bowed. The DJ took one final look at what seemed like her parallel self when everything turned black for the unfortunate mare as she was covered by a large sheet of maroon material and was knocked out.
ReflectionsSugarcube Corner, the best provider of sweets and cakes in Equestria. Also home to Ponyville’s happiest citizen, Pinkamena Diane Pie, or as her friends call her, Pinkie Pie. But what happens when the happiest pony in town isn’t accepted as a friend? The town isn’t so happy anymore. The Mimic happily trotted around Ponyville, looking for something to do. She couldn’t find anything worth doing, so she just sat next to a fountain and stared at her reflection in the water. She made funny faces and messed around with her mane a little bit to try and see what looked good. Eventually she had ended up with a puffy mane that reminded her of cotton candy. She smiled happily and stared directly into the eyes of her reflection. Or was it her reflection? The eyes of the pony in the fountain were blue. Hers were red. She shook her head in disbelief that her eyes had somehow changed colour. She was right. There was not only one reflection in the water, but two. The Mimic tilted her head as her hair fell flat once again. “Reflections sure are funny to mess around with, huh?” The Mimic’s eyes widened as she realised that she was being talked to by a reflection. “My name’s Pinkie Pie! What’s yours?” The Mimic’s eyes and mouth were opened wide. “Umm… Hello? I’m up here, silly!” The Mimic looked up. The pink pony was standing in front of her on a part of the fountain. “So you’re new around here, huh? Nice to meet you! I’m Pinkie Pie, but you can call me Pinkie! All of my friends do, and you’re my new friend! What’s your name?” The Mimic just sat staring at the smiling earth pony in front of her. “No need to be shy! Say something!” The Mimic blinked twice. “So you don’t like talking then… That’s OK! My pal Fluttershy doesn’t like talking either, but at least she told me her name! Come on! I’m dying to meet you!” The Mimic looked at Pinkie with a stern face. “Pretty please?” The Mimic shook her head. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?” The Mimic continued to stare. “Say something! Please!” The Mimic opened and closed her mouth. No sound was heard. “Can you even talk?” The Mimic shook her head. “Oh! That makes much more sense! What’s your na- I mean, can you draw your name on the ground here?” Pinkie pointed to a flat plot of dirt. The Mimic looked at the dirt, then at Pinkie. She tilted her head in confusion. Pinkie gasped. “What?! You don’t have a name?!” The Mimic slowly shook her head. Pinkie leaped down from the fountain and landed next to The Mimic. She closely inspected her from all angles and placed a hoof on her chin. “Hmm… Your coat makes me want to give you something snow-related, but your mane and eyes don’t… And your cutie mark…” Pinkie gasped again. “You have no cutie mark either?! Wow… We have got a LOT to work on here!” The Mimic stared at Pinkie. “So your eyes are red… Like cherries! And your hair is black…” Pinkie gasped a third time. “How about Black Cherry Ice Cream?! Because your eyes are red like cherries, and your mane is black, so that makes Black Cherry. Your coat is white like snow, and snow is cold! Like ice cream! So that makes Black Cherry Ice Cream!” The Mimic shook her head. “Oh… You know what? You’re right! That name sucks! Why would I even consider that? How about… Black Cherry Snowcone?” The Mimic shook her head once again. “Black Cherry?” The Mimic declined. “Cherry Snow?” The Mimic shook her head again. “Oh, you’re one tough cookie! Hmm… How about Black Snow?” The Mimic was about to refuse, but this was going to go on forever and the names weren’t going to be getting any better than this so she nodded. A wide smile spread across Pinkie Pie’s face. “Yipee! I have a new friend! And I named her! Black Snow it is!” Pinkie tackled her new friend with a hug. Black Snow broke free of the hug and pushed Pinkie away. She shook her head. “Y-You… Don’t wanna be my friend?” A large frown spread across Pinkie’s face and tears filled her eyes. Black Snow shook her head. Pinkie’s hair turned straight. “But I thought… We were gonna be besties…” Black Snow furiously shook her head. Pinkie began to cry. “I-I… Sorry!” She ran away crying. Black Snow silently sighed. Ponies in the area were staring at her with disappointed faces. Black Snow stared back and growled without making a noise. They shook their heads and walked away angrily.
MimicsThe snow white earth pony trotted down the dirt path heading to Ponyville, her straight jet black mane covering half of her blood red right eye and her blank flank reflecting some light onto shaded trees. It was a beautiful day, birds glided through the cloudless sky as the sun beamed down rays of light across the land. Ponyville. What a place. With its fantastic weather and its abundance of facilities, who wouldn't want to live there? Well, this pony would live anywhere if she could, but rejection followed her requests due to her condition and personality, for she was a Mimic. Her voice unheard and feelings only expressed by tears, smiles and mute acting. Life as a Mimic has its ups and downs, having the ability to imitate even the most complicated of hairstyles and draw every cutie mark in the book with ease is a fantastic talent if that’s what you need to do, their skill in arts and acting unbeatable. But communication is next to impossible due to their lack of voice and education. No matter what runs in their bloodlines, Mimics are always earth ponies, their coats are always white, their manes are always black and their eyes are always red. Mimics are often associated with insanity, suicide and even murder. You don’t want to be a Mimic. Or do you? They can do practically everything once they've seen somepony else do it. Most Mimics are abandoned by their parents at birth and die soon after, bit this one lived. She became more than just a Mimic. She became The Mimic, the last of her kind. The only one left to save her race. Or destroy it. It was her decision what she wanted to do, but life is lonely if you are the only one. Without any siblings, parents or friends, she was alone, alone in this massive world of dangers.
The New HerThe new DJ stepped out onto the stage and greeted her cheering audience with a wave. She stood atop the stage with her hooves mounted on the two records in front of her. She raised a hoof high in the air and then quickly slammed it down onto a red button. The music boomed as the completely unaware audience cheered for the fake DJ Pon-3. She played around with the records and various buttons and switches, making the music sound amazing. When the concert was finally over and The Mimic waved goodbye to her audience. She trotted backstage, brought her mane back to its original state and placed her goggles in it. She decided to visit DJ Pon-3 one more time before she left. She removed the sheet of material from over the unicorn’s body. DJ Pon-3 lay in the corner shaking as she bathed in her own blood, sweat and tears. The Mimic giggled and smiled without making a noise. She once again kissed the DJ in the forehead and knocked her out. She removed the ropes and rag and dragged the mare by the tail to a dumpster outside where she disposed of the body.
