Big Brother Jeffrey
Chapter 1
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Scootaloo sat there with the other CMC. Scootaloo flailed her arms in the air. “How did we get sap on us… again?” Scootaloo pondered the idea crossing her sticky front hooves.
“I don’t know Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle admitted she shuttered as she remembered something. “Hey, Scoots, can I stay with you, I sort of broke Rarity’s fashion line, I need somewhere to stay,” Sweetie smiled sheepishly.
Scootaloo immediately shot her down. “Sorry, my house doesn’t have much room,” Scoots claimed diverting the question… or so she thought.
“Where do ya live anyway, I’ve never seen yer parents around town,” Apple Bloom chimed in after Scootaloo.
Scootaloo rubbed her magenta mane. “I don’t really live with my parents, I live with my big brother,” she walked slightly away.
AB shrugged along with Sweetie Belle. “So, I live with mah big brother, mah big sis, and mah granny, and Sweetie Belle lives with her sister more or less,” with that Sweetie rolled her eyes. She hardly ever stays with her mom and dad that often.
“Mine is… different,” Scootaloo blushed faintly with a nervous chuckle, “anyway, I should get going, he’s supposed to be back soon, and if I’m not back home, well, he’ll go on an anger related spree,” Scootaloo picked up her scooter still coated in tree sap. She began riding off. Scootaloo as tired as she was she wanted to get home. She doesn’t want her adoptive guardian to have another one of his episodes.
“Wait Scoots, can I come? I want ta meet yer brother,” Apple Bloom asked following Scootaloo as Scootaloo picked up her scooter.
Scootaloo just like Sweetie shook his head. “Oh no, you’d not like him,” she without another word ran out the door; leaving the two fillies pondering if they should follow her.
“Should we?” Sweetie glanced at Apple Bloom and her serious look on her face.
AB simply nodded gesturing to the door with her hoof. “C’mon,” she opened the door with her mouth.
Sweetie walked with Apple Bloom following Scootaloo.
They were getting dangerously close to the Everfree Forest. However, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, they were dead set on learning where Scootaloo lives, so they simply walked in. They felt a chill down their spines as they followed Scootaloo from the distance. “Where does she live?” Sweetie whispered to Apple Bloom.
Apple Bloom cocked her left eyebrow up slightly. “That’s what I’m wondering,” AB whispered back. They finally found Scootaloo walk into an old, mossy, wooden house.
“What the heck?” Sweetie had never seen such a house in her life.
Scootaloo walked inside happily. AB and Sweetie walked to the house and looked though a small window. Scootaloo was in the run down kitchen of the needed refurbished house. Sweetie looked at Apple Bloom confused with the sight. “What’s Scoots doing in this ho-” she was cut off by a bark coming from inside the house. The source was a not too much older timberwolf than a new born. Scootaloo walked to the timberwolf bravely. “Hey, Fang,” she nuzzled the timberwolf softly. Her muzzle felt odd against the wooden wolf.
The other two looked at each other. Another more warm cold breath ran down their spine. As if… they were being watched. The two slowly turned around to face something quite strange. It was a two legged figure, his skin pure white, a red marking along his face as if he had badly cut himself, a white hoodie hood off, pitch black hair, a pair of black jeans, a bloody kitchen knife in his hand, and not seemingly blinking eyes. The CMC let a short lived scream before he placed his hands on each of their muzzles. “Shh…” he spoke softly in a raspy voice. Scootaloo ran out to find the source of the sort lived scream, her little timberwolf friend barking loudly.
“What are you doing here!?” Scootaloo hissed at the other members of the CMC.
The figure looked over slowly taking his bloody kitchen knife away from the CMC’s throats. “You know them Scootaloo?” the raspy voice asked brushing his pitch black hair lightly with the kitchen knife.
Scootaloo nodded disappointed that Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom followed her to her little spot. “Yes, I know them, can you let them go?” Scootaloo asked grumbling angrily.
“Up, up, what’s the magic word?” the raspy voice asked his bloody kitchen knife away from the fillies’ throats.
Scootaloo rolled her eyes unhappily. “Please,” she rolled her purple eyes.
The two legged figure got up to his feet. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he extended his arm to help the two up, they were paralyzed by fear however.
Scootaloo bit her lip. “Gals, this is Jeff, he’s my brother,” she shut her eyes tight waiting for the time bomb. However, there was no time bomb; it could’ve been the fact they were paralyzed by fear at this point. The wooden wolf licked AB’s cheek snapping her out of her paralyzed state.
“Wh-What?” Apple Bloom didn’t understand because of the fear.
Scootaloo rubbed her hooves together. “You see, he’s my big brother Jeff,” Scootaloo was forcefully put in a hug almost breaking her back.
“Yep, I’m her big brother slash guardian,” Jeff looked at the shocked expressions of the two’s faces. “Uh… what’s the matter, do I have something on my face?” he asked bringing his hand all around his face.
Apple Bloom wanted to ignore this but it’s eating at her. “What’s that on yer face?” AB asked pointing at his face.
Jeff brought his face along the smile. “Oh, this, Yeah, I kinda, went a bit crazy, and I carved this smile on my face,” he blushed embarrassed he had no time to get ready for Scootaloo’s friends.
“Anyway, what the f*** are you-” Scootaloo stopped when Jeff tapped her shoulder. She looked back at him.
Jeff looked at her disappointed on her swear. “Now, just because I use it doesn’t mean you can as well,” he scolded getting a chuckle from Apple Bloom.
“Care ta explain why this guy’s your big brother?” Apple Bloom asked looking at the smiling figure.
Scootaloo lowered her head and didn’t speak a word. “Okay, I’ll do it, it all started about two months ago…”
Big Brother Jeffrey
Chapter 2
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Jeffrey walked through the town. He let out a long sigh as he saw that everyone happened to be dead now, except for one house. He glanced at the house he was in Trotingham. He lives where he pleases. He smiled as the door came closer to him and the thought of one more kill on this street. Jeff slowly opened the door he walked inside the house noticing a filly sound asleep.
Jeff sighed again and kept walking to the door leading to the parents’ room. Slowly knife in hand he walked inside carefully walking in so not to make the wood creak too much. As soon as he began staring the mother woke up him at the foot of their bed. She began to let out a short lived scream as he covered her mouth with his hand. "Shh... Go. To. Sleep," he hushed her placing the knife gently across her neck soon putting pressure on the knife until the pressure broke the skin. "Goodnight," he smirked he likes it when the feel of his victims' blood or anything really gets on him.
Soon the father awoke and Jeff as reaction covered his muzzle with his hand still holding the drenched bloody kitchen knife he swiped from the kitchen in this house. "Shh... Go. To. Sleep," he repeated to the stallion jabbing his leg he'd observed them for a while. Not too much good came for that little foal while she was taken care of by them.
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Let's elaborate that, her mother absolutely horrible. One day Scootaloo came home later than normal and her mother worried yet, also red with anger struck the filly's side that made Jeff sick and he kills people! Scootaloo tried to apologize. "I'm sorry, I-I j-" another swing of the mare's hoof stopped Scootaloo mid-sentence. She tried to doge that hit the mother however, saw it coming and swung her hoof again a bit more lightly than before but not for pity.
"Now, why did you come home late?!" she hissed at her getting ready to strike again.
Scootaloo flinched and began explaining. "I just was at a friend's house, I-I lost track of time," she could barely keep her thoughts straight.
The mom ground her teeth. "Call next time! Got that!?" she gave another hit not to the side but to the face. That tore at Jeff the Killer. He wanted to just kill them that night, but, maybe she has a father that's nice to her? He was dead wrong!
Her father might have been worse. Scootaloo snuck out one night and snuck back in. He knew and confronted her about it. "Now where did you go?" he asked calmly his structure was showing he wouldn't harm a fly.
Scootaloo looked away. "Hey! Look at me!" he demanded punching Scootaloo in the flank to gain her attention.
"I-I-I-" she had no idea what to say, she truly went to her friend's house for a party, from which she was told not to go to.
"You went to the party didn't you!?" with no warning Scootaloo was struck with his hoof.
A tear ran down the bleeding Scootaloo as she was struck again by her father's hoof this time to the nose. "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry," she pleaded for forgiveness... forgiveness which the father declined to give her.
"No, you must be taught a lesson!" he roared striking Scootaloo to the side making Scootaloo cough as she clenched her wound. "Don't be such a foal, I hardly touched you," he huffed rolling his eyes.
Scootaloo ignored that and shut her eyes tight as she was struck again by her father. "I think two more of these will even things out," he smirked as the hoof landed Scootaloo's side, Scootaloo's eyes tearing up. Jeff felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, wait, this pulled on his heartstrings? He's killed his parents. Whatever.
Scootaloo felt something come over her as she was punched again. "One more you bad foal," the dad swung his hoof. But, Scootaloo grabbed it angering her father further more. "Let go of me young lady," he demanded soon seeing Scootaloo shake her head.
"No, you're just going to hit me again," she said tears welling from her eyes.
The father baffled glanced at her. "Now young lady we can kick you to the curb anytime we feel like, I recommend you listen," the father calmed down this always gets her.
Scootaloo frowned and let go of her father's hoof taking another blow to the face. "Now go to bed now young lady!" he demanded. She has no family that loves her. Jeffrey knew what he has to do.
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Jeff then wasting no time stabbed the stallion where his heart's supposed to be and let the stallion lose all the blood until he died. As he remembered something; he gives nightmares to foals. His eyes widened as he turned to a terrified Scootaloo. With that he ran over to the scared filly. "Shh... shh... it's alright, it'll all be fine," he said stroking her mane lightly with his hand that wasn't holding his knife dripping with the crimson red liquid from the filly's parents.
"You... you killed them," she turned away from Jeff.
Jeff brought a gentle hand across her magenta mane. "I know, but be honest, these two weren't the greatest parents in the world," he gently spoke in a raspy but nice voice. "They beat you, I know, I've watched," he admitted bring his hand across his pitch black hair. "Look, my next place I'm going to is Ponyville, I'll bring you along, I can't let you be all alone, can I?" Jeff brought the filly close to him bringing her into a hug. Scootaloo, she didn't fight back and just embraced the hugging.
Jeff didn't stop as he heard her weeping. After a while he wiped a tear off Scoots' eye. "Don't cry, someone such as you shouldn't cry, now, pack your things, and, I also made this for you," he tossed her a scooter its board blue. Scootaloo had remembered admitting she loved the idea to her father, he must've heard too. Scootaloo grabbed the Scooter and ran to her room packing everything she had. Soon they were off. Jeff letting Scootaloo on his back
"And that little ones, is how me and Scootaloo became brother and sister," he said patting Scoots' magenta mane.
The two CMC members nodded. They knew one thing's for sure: they will have one heck of a time introducing him to every-pony...
