(((A story of the slendermare origins, although more slenderstallion)))
I remember how it was like to be normal.
And I hated it.
I think back to the day of when I had enough. Enough of all the torment,bullying and harassment they put me through, all of the embarrassment, things this worthless body had been put through. Everyday of school they would kick me, punch me, steal my books and treat me like I was nothing! They didn't have a single thought about how i felt, how everyday I would come home, bruised all over, that I would say to my mom that I "took a bad fall"! Every night how I would cry my self to sleep because no one could understand my pain!
It all had to end
I remember grabbing the rope from the garage and stuffing it in my bag, walking out of the home in which I felt so safe in before. I kept walking until I came into the heart of the city, you see, I lived on the outskirts of Trottingham. I didn't take notice of anyone, I kept my head low.
I found a black alleyway that seemed empty, perfect for what I was going to commit. I dropped the bag by my hooves, and unzipped it with my magic. Out came the rope, and my my magic begin to tie it on a metal bar, high up on one of the dark, cold walls.
No regrets,no turning back know
"Young colt?" I heard an old stallions voice echo around the walls. I was stunned, what was he doing here? Yet still, I did not reply and focused on tying the rope.
"Hello?" He said again, in a more dark tone. I turned my head towards the voice and saw a old stallion in a smartly dressed type of clothing. He looked like a scientist of some sort.
"What!" I said in a aggregated voice. Nothing could make me go back.
This is were it all stops.
"Young colt, what if I could make your worries stop? I could make your pain all go away?" He sounded believable. I liked that thought. Yet I didn't believe him.
"Yeah, well...my choice would be no." By this time I had already of tied the rope on my neck.
"Choice? You think you have a choice?"
That was the last thing I'd heard before I blacked out. It's funny, those drops of liquid he injected in me made me completely useless and senseless, but It wasn't long before my body turned back on.
I woke up in a completely white room, except for a black square in the wall that was straight in front of me. Yet the square, it looked like a black pane of glass. My body was at 135* angle. I tried to get up, but I was restrained by some iron cuffs that curved over my hooves. I tried it knock them off, but they were too strong and kept me in place. I realized I was in some sort of experiment chamber, lying on a table. I was a little scared.
Good. Let me die if it means helping with some experimenting. Eh, I don't even care If i die for no reason anyway
It must of been a few minutes of me struggling to get free, before I heard a static voice.
"Subjects heart rate normal. Standards, not achieved, but carry on with the test. Commence Test 81B."
The amount of pain I felt was excruciating. A bolt of energy went through me and I felt my body tearing apart, every limb being instantly grown bigger.My skin began to turn white somehow. My hooves were about to explode.
"ERROR. MELTDOWN IMMINENT" A loud ringing siren went off, and my I fainted from the pain I was in.
I woke with rubble all over me. I tried to get up, but I noticed something was wrong with my body. Everything had grown, my hooves were a couple feet longer, and my skin was the most mystifying. It was white. Yet I couldn't worry about that now. I looked around and everything was a wreckage, smoke filled the air. I brushed the rubble off me and crawled towards a hole that had been made due to the meltdown.
Once I got through the hole, I got up on all fours and looked around. Just like the chamber, it was filled with smoke and rubble. It turned out to be a hallway in which I trembled through. I wasn't quite so sure about this new body but now wasn't the time to think about it. I thought I was hallucinating It took quite a trip down that smokey hallway, sure it had doors but everyone of them was locked. I tried to use my magic, but still, no success.
Finally, I found a unlocked door and went inside. It was well lit and by now I had gone far enough from the smoke that it wasn't around anymore. I realized I was in the bathroom, and in that bathroom it had a mirror. I took a long hard look into that mirror.
Something was VERY wrong. My face had NO features other than very pointy ears. My skin was a bright shade of white. I was wearing a black suite and my horn had gone. All of this because of a failed experiment.
This is how I am today.
Wait, have I explained why I kill?
I don't mean to. I don't want to kill. Yet, I can't control my powers, you see every time I slip up and someone dies it's not my fault! My mind tells me not to, but my body is in control. I produce tenrils on my back,randomly teleport to locations I do not know, and when someone aggravates me, my hooves flip and produce this sharp metal, and repeatedly stabs the one. If I try to stop someone from running, the same thing happens. I can't handle this!
I try to tell them not to run, but I have no mouth to speak. I am seen with colts and fillies because they are the ones who don't run, they understand my emotional pain. I take them, because I am lonely, tired of chasing for friends.
Yet you don't have to believe my story. You can think of all of a lie. Yet let me leave you with this,
If you see me, don't run. Come to me in open hooves, it will make me feel loved,
And may even save your life...
