Dear Sister of Mine....

by Shim15

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Other
Length: 3798

Sham has a close relationship with Shim- but then something changes.

Sham always had a close, sweet relationship with her younger twin, Shim. However, a small, and horrible event takes place and Sham can't trust Shim- but then again, she won't have to worry about her- or anypony when, as Shim puts it, "Our little cider game is over."

Published 2013-09-05 22:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-19 01:40:53 UTC

"Hey Sister of Mine..."

"Hey, Sham, sister of mine," came a melodic voice of a light yellow unicorn mare. "I need some help."
Sham turned to see her sister, under their Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000. Shim was looking at her with a greasy face, and her bright red, wavy mane was pulled back into a messy ponytail.

"Sure, Shim. What do you need?"

"That flippin' screwdriver next to ya." Shim huffed, pointing a hoof at her.
Sham chuckled as she levitated the screwdriver to Shim.

"Hmm, normally when you say, 'flippin'', that indicates you were looking for this. Shim, you are a unicorn, why couldn't you get it?"

"Because I didn't feel like it. That's why."

"You're lazy."

"Lazy? Oh, so levitating the driver to me instead of hoofing it over isn't?"

"Get back to work."

"Sure thing, highness." Shim said, as she rolled the platform she lying on under the Super Speedy.

They were fixing and updating the machine, trying to see if they could manage a way to make things speed up without ruining the cider, which is what happened at a certain event. They were also trying make it smaller, but with the same basic qualities it already has.
Right now, quality control was fine, it was speed the wanted now.

"Hey Shim, did you hear about the missing colt?"

"No, what missing colt?"

"The news reports that a colt from Ponyville went missing a few days ago."

"Yikes. Are they sure he didn't just, wonder off or something?"

"Nope. He was last spotted near the Everfree Forest, but he never went in, nowhere near the entrance, and he disappeared!"

"Well that's sure is freaky."

"Yes, I'm glad we left Ponyville. What kind of place is it when they just let their foal run aro-"

Sham was interrupted by loud clinking, clanks, and Shim screaming.

"Why this piece of freaking lil-" she rambled on angrily as she pulled her self from underneath, got up, and bucked the machine. "This is irritating!"

"What happened?" Sham asked, frowning.

"I was trying to rescrew that platform when the driver fell, and as I went to pick it up, the platform, and cogs that is suppose to cover all fell on me." Shim hissed.
From the dark blue apron she wore when she was fixing machine, she pulled out a cloth from one of the pockets and wiped her face with it. "How about we take a break for lunch before I purposely blow this thing up!"

"Yeah...a break might be a good idea...C'mon lets wash up." The sisters left their garage and went upstairs to the bathroom.
It was a pretty big bathroom, so they could both use the large mirror at he same time. On the counter were two sinks for each of them to use.
Sham wasn't as messy as Shim, because she liked to keep her mane and coat well groomed, so her clean up went quickly and smoothly.
While Shim, on the other hoof, only took pride in her appearance is when she wasn't working on machines, and was much, much, much messier then Shim, and spent countless minutes of washing and muttering. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she was all clean up.

Sham was waiting for her in the dining room with two sandwiches, and two cups of cider for both of them.
She looked up to see Shim grudging in. After she swallowed some of her sandwich, she smiled at her beloved sister.
"Just not you day, is it?"
Shim facedesked and moaned
"No...."

"Aww, cheer up. Things will turn up."

"Mm..... I hope." the stressed mare said, picking at her sandwich.
Sham frowned, watching her sister. Sooner or later, her grumpy side will turn up.

"Stop picking at you sandwich and eat it."

"Yes, mother." Shim sneered, but still picking at it.

"Shim, don't start this with me."

"Look, sorry, okay? I'm just having a bad day. Nothing I do is right." she slouched back on her chair, forehooves crossed. "I give up on that stupid Super Speedy Whatever 6000."

"Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000." Sham corrected, firmly. She shook her head. "You're crazy. You've said that countless times and you never mean it. Quit talking like that, and just move on."
Normally Shim would make a sarcastic remark about her lecturing. But she was surprised when Shim simply said:

"You're right. Guess I should, hm?" then a delighted smiled crept on her face, as an idea struck. "Ya know.... before we made modifications to the machine, I did try adding new ingredient to cider. Wanna try it to see what if it'll make a big hit?"

"Sure. Sounds delightful."

"Great! Lemme get it out of the fridge." as she trotted to the kitchen, which was the room right next to the dining room, Sham leaned back in her chair and chuckled softly. "What's so funny?" called out Shim's voice.

"Oh.....just remembering when we were fillies, you used to always rig mom's kitchen to always remind her what was needed."

Shim laughed as she brought two cups of cider.

"Ah yes.....and it use to drive her crazy."

The sister had a few good memories. They never knew who their dad was, and when they were about ten, their mother passed away. They only ever so rarely do they mention these times, though. Sham just thought it was a good idea to bring it up to keep her sister's mind off the Super Speedy.

Shim sat the cups down on the table with her magic. "There we go. I personally thinks it turned out nicely. What do you think?"

Sham took a long sip. The sweet apple cider tasted refreshing and sweet, yet there was something about a new taste that...well, made her relax. Then before she knew it, her body had gone completely lazy and she couldn't move. She dropped her cider, as she got dizzier.

"Wh....what's going on...?" she asked.

"Shh......Sham. No worries, just go to sleep now....." Shim replied, soothingly. She smiled, and brushed some of her older twin's strait, red mane and sang in a lovely tone.

"Hush now, quiet now. It's time to lay you're dreary head.

Hush now, quiet now, do as I have said....

The last thing Sham saw was Shim, once gentle, now evil grin creep on her face.

Author's Note

I've been wanting to write this one down for a while... I'm trying NOT to make it to much like cupcakes....but how different can CreepyP go? So... I think it's because I like the way it's done...I'll shake things up a bit.

Ideas more then welcomed.

My first Creepy Pasta, so bear with me.

"..Let's Make Some Cider."

Sham's eyes flew open. Could that entire scene have been a dream?
She groaned, about to put a hoof to her head, when she realized it wouldn't move. She could lift her head some to see nothing was strapping her down. She was just lying on a platform, in a room where there was no light except for a small golden glow from a small lamp on a table a good across of where she lay.
She also heard humming that came from the voice she loved.

"Shim....?"

"Oh, sweet Solaris! Sham, you're awake. How delightful, don't you agree?" came the reply of her sister, who's face was shadowed by the small light.

"I....I guess....why can't I move?"

"Oh, Sham you were always such a sweet, silly filly. Haven't you guessed?" Shim chirped. Before Sham could answer, she continued. "The delicious cider I gave you was drugged. I might have over done it, woopsie daisy!"

"Drugged, but why? Was that the taste?"

"Hmm... not entirely. You tasted my new ingredient. Yes ma'am, a Shim special."

"What ingredient was that?"

"Hang on, allow me to answer your question about why I drugged your drink. Let me ask you, and you must be 100% honest. Did you like that taste?"

"...Yes...."

"See, I found out that my new ingredient tastes amazing. Everypony will love it, but I won't use it all the time, no, no. By then, surely my secret would have been found out!"

"Secret?"

"My ingredient- haven't you been listening? Haven't you been guessing? Have you found out the item?"
Sham didn't know, and she kinda didn't want to know. She shook her head, frowning. Shim laughed. "Why silly filly, one more hint than I'll give to you, remember that foal who went missing?"

Yup. It hit her. Her eyes got large and her mouth hung open. Shim's face was now seen in the small light, and she was laughing an evil laugh. Her face had changed. It was no longer pretty and innocent, it was dark, evil, and only somewhat charming. But you wouldn't see the charm in Sham's position.
She struggled to move, but her body wouldn't listen. Another menacing laughs was heard. "Dear sister, I'm afraid the drug in your drink has made your body fall asleep and completely relaxed. The only thing you can move is your head."

Sham didn't know what to do, but just stair in disbelief. Shim chuckled, as her green eyes flicker the reflection of the lamp. "Now, my beloved sister, would you be a dear and help me make cider?"

"N-No! I don't want any part of this, and I am horrified that'd you dare do this to your own sister! Was it something I did or said?"
Shim thought a moment, and Sham hoped she'd reconsider her thoughts about this cider. She looked at the helpless pony, still smiling.

"Nope. You did or said nothing. You never got more attention than me, never harmed me.... no. This is just for the sake of bits and business."
Sham couldn't believe what se heard. So she wasn't loved as much, or more then money and fame? Tears wielded up in her eyes, and she started to cry. "Oh come now, Sham. A bit old for that, aren't we?"

"A bit old?" Sham shrieked. "Not at all! You tricked me! Of all those sweet memories- all that we've been through, we stuck together! We were an amazing team! All that was an act- just to get bits?"

"Oh, Sham. Keep it up and I'll make this more painful the it really needs t be. Now, let's make some cider, hm?" Her hoof reached for the lamp and she turned it on just a bit brighter.
Through the tears, Sham could see things gleaming in the light. But after Shim grabbed a shinny object and trotted away from the table, she could see anything. She could feels something cold on her hooves and around her neck. "Now, let's heat things up a bit, shall we? Allow me to introduce you to my fine new invention, Heater Beater." right after she spoke, the once cold straps on her hooves became burning hot until they were red.

Sham screamed as the metal burned her flesh, her body now awakening from the drug. It kept getting hotter and hotter, as if she was on fire. She felt something also stick to her hooves. Then, the strap around her neck became hot, and starting burning her neck. Sham tried to scream, but it would just more- but she couldn't stop. Another laugh came. "You see, dear sister, these metal straps heat up over one hundred degrees. However, I have found some metal that though they heat up and melt somewhat- they won't melt completely. And when turned off, they turn cold and hard immediately."

So that's was the gooey feeling on her hooves and now around her neck. It was melting onto her! After a while, the machine stopped, and like Shim said, the metal turned hard and cold again. But it had melted into her coat, and some of the metal hardened under her coat.
She whimpered, while Shim chuckled,

"But Sham, we've just about begin!"

Author's Note

Getting more detailed. Also going camping and the computer MAY be taken away for a week. Dunno. We'll have to see.

"Then We'll Start The Game..."

Sham's horn had been cut off when Shim flipped the table on her. She fought the dizziness that was crawling up in her, for if she passed out now, her chance to live and escape would go. Her eyes glanced at the nearest, glimmering item near the light, and snatched it. She lightly ran a coatless hoof over the edge to find out what it was.
A hatchet. Good enough.

She looked to see Shim had disappeared, but yet heard light clopping noises echoing around her. She slowly backed up into the shadows, realizing the light was exposing her to danger. She slowly backed up, and noticed the clopping had stopped. She bumped into something- that wasn't a wall.
She screamed, jerked around and attacked the body with her hatchet. Blood gushed all on her, as she saw a hoof fall to the ground. She squinted her eyes to see better, wondering if it was Shim's. It, like her own hoof, was coatless. Her eyes trailed up to see a pony head staring at her.
She threw herself back, almost into the light. She saw the head was coatless, and where the eyes should be where sewn up, as well as the mouth.

So that's what she was doing in the middle of the night.... and why I couldn't hear any screams. she thought, remembering the night where Shim had decided on staying up doing some 'secret surprise project' with cider.

She crept away from the bloody, and, disgusting, body. She was constantly moving her head around to hear for her sister, eyes wide and alert. What she forgot was not to step into the light where her sister can easily find her.

Then she heard..... singing? As she stood still on the edge of the light, she heard a sweet voice once more singing a taunting tune.

"You're such a funny filly thinking you can hide from me..."

It sounded almost to Bubble Berry's 'Giggle at The Ghosties' song, but with a more slow, creepy tune to it.
It wouldn't be half as bad if she wasn't hiding from a sister who wanted to turn her into cider!

"You can't hide forever, which is very easy to see..."

At this point, Sham backed up further away from the light. She started to sweat, which stung a bit from the open wounds. She looked down to see a small trail of blood that she was leaving. Oh, no. Sure Shim would be able to trace where she was hiding!

"I can tell that your worried, which I can understand.
But why can't we be done with this, innocent little Sham?"

Sham bumped into another body, however she shriveled up as she felt once more somepony breathing down her neck.

Before she darted away, she was slammed down with her face to the floor. She could feel cold, sharp blade at the top of her back, then suddenly jammed in.
Screaming, she felt the dagger slowly going down and blood pouring out. The blade finally came out, and her coat was parted.

" Let's see what we've got here, see if I can make this severe. One way or another you're life will disappear!" She suddenly heard a loud Crack! and felt her ribs being snapped in two. "Well, well, well. What could I use for some cider?"

"Wait!" Sham cried. Shim chuckled, swinging her knife around.

"Why should I?"

"I have a offer for you. A win win for both. I live, you make cider."

"Why do you think I'm interested?"

"Cause.... maybe I want to help."

Author's Note

Sorry I took so long!

"But I Guess I'll Listen to What You'll Say.."

Shim chuckled.

"You? An idea? The only good idea you've had that's been profitable is the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy. But please, tell me what this 'good idea' is about.."

She kept the blade at Sham's neck, who took a deep breathe, hoping this would work.

"Well.... what you did with that foal.... Applebuck, is something I quite approved. It made wonderful tasting cider, and it got revenge on those pathetic Apples! And they can't trace- or prove that you've done it. Well, wouldn't you think it would be splendid, and much more quicker, if you had a partner to help you?"

The silence nerved Sham more then ever. She could feel Shim's body shift as she tried to make up her mind, obviously having war with herself. It made Sham feel better that she wasn't completely heartless about her.

Finally, Shim responded.

"How would this work? You're cut up, and you're horn is cut off. You don't think ponies will notice?"

"What about you learn a spell that gives me my horn back. The injuries, you can fix some with magic, but we can say we've had an accident, with the Super Speedy. Story for that? We'll make it up, but we'd have to wreck the machine some. But that could lure ponies to helping them... and we could enjoy some cider....."

"Sister of mine.... that sounds lovely. Let's get along with this wonderful plan, shall we?"

~~~~~~~~~

"Ma'am, I'm glad to be a service." said a Earth Pony stallion, putting a hammer up in his toolbox.

"Oh but I must thank you somehow. After this terrible time I've had, this devastation where everypony has left me, you've been so helpful. How does 30 bits sound?"

"Miss It's really no trouble. I can't take money from ya after what you've been through." he said, smiling as bright as his amber eyes.

"Well, how about a cup of cider?" she asked, smiling happily.

"Now that's something I can take."

"I'll be a moment."

Shim trotted into her home and went in the kitchen. Opening the fridge she grabbed a cup of fresh cider while talking in a singsong voice.

"Oh Sham, this plan is wonderful! Been able to make this fresh cider with you, together, was absolutely fun!"

She headed back out, levitating the cup with her magic, not wanting to drip the precious liquid. "Good sir, your cider. Specially made for you."

"Gee, thanks." he said, taking a large gulp. He stood still for a moment, and started to lean left, ad right. "W-What do you call this.... cider?"

"Shamrock luck." she said, right before he fell into blackness.

Author's Note

Sorry so Short, but this maybe completed.

"First we Get Our Ingredients."

"First we Get Our Ingredients."

Just begun.... Sham didn't understand what that meant, but she knew it was something bad. Fear swelled up as she saw her sister's face once more in the lamp light. The evil salesfilly's eyes looked slowly from left to right, deciding on which tool she would use next. She levitated on what looked like a large apple peeler.

"Absolutely perfect." she said in a low tone. Once more, her face disappeared and Sham could hear her sister's hooves clopping closer, and closer. It finally stopped, and she feel the evil gaze her sister gave. "Now this just won't do," she mumble once more. "I can't see the exact spot I need. Maybe a bit more of light...."
Sham waited, sweating as if she had been running a long distance nonstop.
The lamp that sat on the table moved, and she could see Shim's smiling face getting closer. "There now!" Shim chirped. "Perfect for getting the perfect score on our little cider making game. Now lets begin, shall we?"

The large apple peeling tool shinned in the light, but was soon hidden in the shadows. But Sham knew it's target. She felt something cool, and smooth prick her left forehoof shoulder. Then she felt it getting deeper into her coat, until it finally cut through, and started peeling down slowly, taking the coat off her arm. Sham shrieked as she felt many things.
The warm, sticky blood gushing out, Shim's breathe on the open, fresh wound, and the hurt in her heart of her twin that she had bonded with betray her.

Whenever Shim was done peeling one, long strand of coat, she'd go to the side of that cut, and peel more, all the while Sham crying and begging her sister to stop. But Shim embraced the noise, and enjoyed it very much. Ever since she'd gotten back at the Apple family by slowly killing the young foal, Applebranch, something opened up. Revenge was satisfied, but the feeling for more blood, more screams, built up. The last trip she made with Sham in selling cider, the lungs, kidneys, and heart from the foal she had snuck in without anypony knowing, into the cider. It was cut up with the apples, and pour into cider. Everypony drank it and they loved it. They craved for more, they were willing to pay high prices for the drink. And that's what Shim wanted, but this was the only way. She wasn't sure if Sham would approve, but to 'play it safe', she decided to get rid of her.
But she wasn't completely heartless, somewhere, deep down, something screamed at her to stop. There was still time, to cast memory lost spell on Sham, replace it with some other memory, take her to a doctor, and tell him that Sham had just gotten into a bad wreck.
But she shoved that thought as she finished peeling the other hoof. Strips of coat laid all over the ground, along with blood.

"Now dear sister of mine," she began, still in her low, soothing tone. "before I get the main parts, I must have something to remember you by. After all, ponies will be having- oops I mean, drinking different parts of you." she chuckled, and sham struggled to get free, when she remembered- her horn! Couldn't she have done teleportation spell?
She narrowed her eyes at Sham, and in a blur of green light, she appeared right behind Shim.

"I can't believe how foolish you were to not do away with my horn first!" Sham sneered.

"Game is not over til it's over, beloved sister." Shim snickered. She darted around Sham, leapt over the table of tools, and snatched up a dagger. Sham charged at her, and Shim flipped the table onto her. Some of the sharp blades pierced into Sham's hooves and back. She struggled from getting under the table, and felt that same sticky liquid drip from her forehead.
She narrowed her eyes at Shim.
"It is on."

Author's Note

Okie.... shaking things up a bit, but don't worry. I'll get more detailed in next chapter. I didn't want it to completely sound like Cupcakes otherwise you guys would just sit there, rolling your eyes.

Ideas, maybe?