The Elements of Anarchy

by Dabromu

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Dark
Length: 1238

Harmony is no match against Anger, Desire and Pride. Could these be the final days of Harmony?

(Warning! This fic contains graphic content that may not be suitable for Minors, proceed at your own risk. Sincerlely, Me.)

During his final moments before being turned to stone, Discord activated his secret army. Together, they can defeat Celestia And their opposites. But can they destroy what they love to accomplish this goal?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-28 21:47:27 UTC

Shits and Giggles

DIsclamer: MLP FiM is owned by Hasbro, i don't own anything made by them and i am not making any sort of profit fom this FanFic. I only believe that i own Jester n' circus shit..

"Ooh, nice liva' you got there Winter...Ah shit--Dead already? That's the seventh one in a row." A stained blade

was slammed across a steel table bearing the same darkened red stains. A sinister laugh escaped the Pegasus's mouth.

"5...4...3...2...1....aaaaand SHOWTIME!" Echoed from outside the door. Typical circus music played which marked his cue to enter. He casually strolled towards the steel door with a heavy bag slumped over his back.

"Buh' bye fellas!" He shouted to the group of mutilated corpses. He paused for a moment. Then he walked back and picked up the body of 'Winter' and dragged her across the floor by her ruffled Turquoise mane. And slammed the door behind him shut.

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"Mares and Gentlecolts, please give a warm welcome to our newest addition to the McChristie troupe, Jester!" Hearing this, the croud roared with excitement. A near blinding spotlight was angled towards the stage entrance. But there was nopony to be seen. That same sinister laugh echoed throughout the arena. Then, a barley visible object was thrown towards the direction of the spotlight's stand. The room went dark with a SMASH after the impact. Everyone could see a white filly being thrown into the center of the ring. The entire audience were confused. Was this part of the act? Or were they all in a heap of trouble? After a minute, a clown emerged from the darkness.

"Hey guys i've not had anything to eat ALL day! And  i'm feeling miiiighty hungry!" He was a brown pony with white makeup covering the front of his face. His eyes were tiny balls inside hollow sockets. He  wore overalls covering his hind legs entirely. Unlike other ponies, he wore a shirt under the dirty clothing. Which was worn out from staying on his body for prolonged amounts of time.. A major side-effect to this was the stench. It was worse than the corpse of the filly hanging from his left forehoof. Licking his lips, he announced, in a raspy voice

"Well, time to get to buisness then." He pulled a fork from a pocket located on his chest. He lightly threw Winter infront of him and stuck the utensil inside her open torso. He didn't hesitate to rip out selected organs and biting down on them. His 'table' manners were grotesque. There was blood splatting over the floor, and himself.

"Now to floss!" Slamming his hoof sown into her ribcage with tremendous strengh. This caused sharp bones to fly out. Catching one in midair, he widened his smile and stabbed at his mouth. Not paying any caution to his own health. After a few moments of probing his teeth, he sprung up and shouted enthusiasticallly.

"Yes, i am a clown. But i am not here to entertain your gimpy asses. You might've  have noticed the dead bitch on the floor. And the spotlight guy...What's.. his.. name...what was his name..." He spun his head round and smirked at the ringleader that introduced him into the arena.

" What wus' his name?" The green unicorn looked up to confirm that it was indeed him that was being ordered. He wanted nothing to do with this situation and pleaded to be left out of this. But only recieved a punch across the face.

"Look, ya' might as well tell me his freakin' name!" No response came from the terrified pony.

"Well, you asked for it!" He slowly pulled out a knife from his overalls and plunged it deep into the ringleader's eye. Screams of agony seeped from the Unicorn's mouth. These screams of pain were followed by pleadings of mercy.

"Not enough punishment....'Skippy' huh...that actually suits ya'. I was just wonderin' in my head if that sounded right and i'm really glad it did. Murders don't go well if ya' can't annoy em'..... And with my imagination' just be happy you aint' gonna end up bein' 'The amazing Slendermane when i'm done with ya'!' But with a mouth of course. Actually......That seems kinda' boring... Even with a mouth you would be traumatised by the whole experience...But no face at all...Now that's something to cry about. Sorry bud, but... no mouth for you!" Jester put on a huge grin and rolled 'Skippy' onto his back. "Hey! maybe i can knock it off!" Jester raised his hoof and slammed it into the ringleader's mouth. The heavy blow caused frantic bleeding. This pony meant buisness.His manic grin grew wider when stray splashes of blood landed on his teeth. His hoof slid out of  Skippy's mouth and pulled itself back up. This time, he plunged it in his victim's mouth. The terrified unicorn tried to scream for help. But his voice was heavily muffled by the bloody hoof twitching in his mouth. After a few moments, Jester pulled his hoof out again.

"What was that?....More? Well, let's see what the cowd thi-" Jester turned around to the stands. They were completely abandoned. ".....Ah, fuck. Now...if some psycho clown was killin' everypony in-front of ya' you would probably tell the fuzz. Which tells me that if i don' get outta' her RIGHT now i'm lookin' to about...twenty? thirty...Thirty years in prison...Minumum." He inspected his forehoof to a similar fashion if he were checking the time. "Which means that i go right abouuuut....NOW!" And with that, Jester galloped past the dead bodies of Winter and the still un-named spotlight controller.

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After many hours of running, Jester found himself inside a pitch black forest. Confusion struck his face. He was just at some meadows....So how did he end up here? He let out a dissapointed sigh. It would have to do, seeing as it was night-time after all. "That's odd...." He inspected the ground in front of him. " I didn't build a fire here." Then, dark thoughts engulfed his mind. Another victim to his cause. ' Kill anypony i want' Then, he dived into a bush head first. And popped his head out which was now covered in camouflauge paint instead of his clwony white. His paitence rewarded him. He was nearly asleep when his eyes gazed upon a black shadow emerging from the trees. As it got closer, Jester could make out more details. Like Jester, he wore clothes. Which was considered unusual for Ponies unless it was some sort of special occasion.

It was a celestial clue hoodie. It had a logo which matched his cutie mark, a wrestling ring. Just above his nose were a pair of cracked sunglglasses. It looked natural on him. His hair was charred at the edges. Like he'd been in some sort of fire. He was obviously oblivious to his state. His coat was a dark grey, and his mane and tail were slightly darker than this. Something wasn't right about this. Jester couldn't bring himself to kill this pony. There was something that connected the two together, or at least that's what Jester felt like. Now Jester was questioning if he should make introduce himself or just leave. But he was certainly not going to kill him.

Ending notes: Well, that was dark. Don't worry. Things will lighten up from here though. Also, the next chapter will contain backstory to Jester. Now, go critiscise me in the comments.