Three blissful pink ponies hopped about the room. The looks on their faces were of absolute innocence as they merrily rummaged through any dresser or cupboard in sight. Their eyes seemed to be glossed over, as if there was a thick pane of glass distorting their realities. Something about those glassy eyes were very queer. They harbored an innate irreprochability and purity. Almost like a newborn. As they explored the dimly lit room, they chewed on tapestries before spitting them out, deeming them "icky". They grabbed hold of needles and poked themselves in the nose, as if they had no yet grasped the concept of cause and effect. They leaped up curiously at the spinning ceiling fan, obviously unaware of what would happen when they finally collided with a spinning oak vane. They all just seemed so... new to the world.

Yet out of place.

"Weeeee!" one squealed as it bounded past the other two towards a large upright armoire at the far end of the room. Her inquisitiveness was piqued when she could have sworn she heard a slight sniffle slip through the cracks between the doors. Mane lively and pink, eyes wide and smiling, mouth wide open prepared to greet whatever was inside, her hooves gripped the handles of the doors.

It all happened so quick and precise in the blink of an eye. Acting simultaneously with the parting doors, a long and slender blade slipped out of the darkness withing, poised with its tip inches away from the pink pony, and moving forward. The pink horse, eyes lit up with joy, intended on letting out a shriek of excitement at her discovery that had been awaiting for her inside, but it was replaced a cry of agony as the sharp object began gliding into her pupil.

The other two pink beings gasped as they turned to see one of their brethren hit the floor with sickening thud, motionless. Motionless save the white mare poised gracefully atop her, the weapon smoothing stealing back out of her cranium. Rising to her hooves, the white mare who sprung from the armoire flicked her blade in the air to her right, whisking the crimson from it. Her gaze was absolutely harrowed. It was plain in her sapphire eyes. Harrowed, yet brimming dejected resolve. They only showed heart-wrenching pain as the remaining two beings gasped and set upon her, one in front of the other.

Author's Note

You should smile more.