I LIKE RED I LIKE RED I LIKE RED WANT RED ONLY RED I LOVE RED...
I like the color 'red'.
I like it a lot.
No.
I LOVE it a lot.
I LOVE it most when it's the 'wet, sticky' kind of red. The kind that you can only get out of bodies. The kind that circulates through your veins and my own. The kind I just so happened to have spilled from the body of this...delicate creature I hold in my hooves.
What a pretty pony she is. She's purple, and with a horn. I like the star cutie mark she has. But she's colored purple. She's not colored red. Well, not before she wasn't. I fixed that.
She didn't see me coming. Neither did her friends. I hid in the darkness. I didn't want them to see me. I wanted our first meeting to be a surprise.
It can get so ever lonely out here in the forest. Not many ponies come by here, past this part of the woods. Actually, no ponies come near this part at all. And if there are no ponies, then I feel alone. I don't mind being alone, sometimes. It's nice to have some quiet time to yourself.
I FUCKING HATE BEING ALONE!
She, and they, wanted her back. The little filly I rescued. They...wanted her, the little child with the reddish hair and bow. The little cute and adorable foal without a cutie mark. She was frightened of me, when we met. I didn't blame her. I'm scared of myself at times.
A FUCKING MONSTER! THIS IS WHAT I AM!
I...really, really, REALLY like the color red. The filly had red on her. It was not the wet, sticky, nice-smelling kind of red. But it was red all the same. I liked it. I wanted to be her friend.
She said she had friends already. She wanted to scream. She thought I was going to hurt her. I wouldn't hurt her. Not at all. On the name of Celestia and Luna themselves, I wouldn't harm somepony who was red. Because I like the color red.
I WANT TO GOUGE HER EYES AND EXCRETE IN THE SOCKETS! HA HA HA HA HA!
When ponies make too much sound, other ponies come to investigate. When other ponies come to investigate, and see me, they stare at me with shocked expressions. Other times, if I'm with a child, or their husbands, or their wives, they try to make me drop their bodies and leave. They mostly shout for help. Help us, help me, I'm being attacked by a murderer.
LIES! I do not murder ponies! I do not murder families!
I FUCKING DESTROY THEM! KILL THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS! FUCKING TAKE THEIR LIVES! WATCH ME! WATCH ME! FUCKING WATCH ME KILL YOUR LOVER, YOU FUCKING MISERABLE BASTARD!
They wanted to take her back. They wanted the filly. They can't have her back. Not anymore. They would not like what she looks like now. Silly me. I should not have tried to bite her. I was hungry. And I like the color red.
In my defense, there was nothing else to eat. And if I don't eat, I go hungry. If I go hungry, my stomach gets mad with me. If it gets mad with me, I feel sore and pained all over. My body eats itself. I don't...want to let my body eat itself. I taste terrible. I know. I once sliced a part of my left flank off before. I put the piece of me into my mouth.
Chew.
Chew.
Chew.
Swallowed.
Regurgitated. I taste horrible. I don't want to taste myself.
I WANT TO TRY OTHER PONIES! BET THEY TASTE NICER THAN THOSE MEAN BAD-MOUTHED BIRD-LION THINGS AND THOSE MANTICORES!
I saw her. She was happy. With those big bright eyes, so full of life. Alive. Very much so. Her hair was red. I liked her red bow. It looked good on her. It would not suit me. I'm not a girl. Not a mare. I have no mare. No pony. No special somepony. No more? I don't have a special somepony...any...more...
I KILLED HER! I FUCKED HER! AND I TORE HER APART, STARTING FROM HER FUCKING HOLE! TORE HER WHOLE BODY IN HALF! WONDERFUL! HER INSIDES SPILLED EVERYWHERE! THE BED SHEETS WERE WHITE! HATE WHITE! HATE WHITE! WHEN SHE WAS TORN IN HALF, BED WAS STAINED RED!
WE LIKE RED! WE ATE HER! HEHEHE! WE 'ATE OUT BOTH HALVES OF HER PUSSY'! LITERALLY! HA HA HA! SHE WAS GOOD!
The filly was going to scream. I had to do it. It was her fault for making me do it. I covered her mouth. Turned her head. A lot. Spine went 'snap'. Head went limp. I heard them coming, shouting her name.
Her name was Apple Bloom.
I silenced Apple Bloom.
So easy. Very easy. I had lots of practice.
She hadn't been my first time. Nor the last, I'll doubt.
Apples are usually red. I like apples. They can be red. I detest green ones. They are not red. I like red. I like red. A lot.
I FUCKING LOVE RED! SLICE OPEN OUR BODY! WE WANT THE RED!
But if we do that, we will fall asleep. And we won't wake up. Like they did not. Them. They spilled red. I. Like. Red. Or do 'we' like red? No. I'm being silly. There is no 'we'. Just a joke. Ha ha ha.
I SHALL LIVE SO I CAN SEE RED! AND MORE RED! FOR I LOVE RED!
I had to drag her into the forest with me. I didn't want them to...see her. Like this. I'm not so cruel. I'm not evil. I'm not evil. Not...evil...bad pony? I'm not a bad pony.
I FEEL LIKE A MONSTER!
They kept calling her. She wasn't coming to them.
She never will.
I took her deeper into the woods. Ran for a long time, with her on my back. I protected her from danger. Predators. I kept her precious little red - red, red, red, red, red, red - body safe from desecration. Keep it together, intact. She started to weep her red onto my back.
Her red felt so good upon my body. My wings, they are still covered in her red. I like red.
I LOVE RED.
I got hungry and tired from running. No food. There was no food around me. Nothing to eat. Nothing to drink. I didn't want my body to eat itself. I taste terrible. I know. I know I do.
She was here, though.
And she was red.
And I like red.
She wouldn't mind a nibble?
Or maybe several?
I opened my mouth. I brought her little neck to my jaws. I closed my eyes. I didn't taste nice. Would she?
I...closed my...closed my eyes. I bit...down upon her little sweet neck. Her hair was red. So was her bow. Her eyes weren't red, but I can forgive that.
I tasted her skin. I taste the red underneath. They mixed together into my mouth.
Oh, sweet higher entities, the taste. The taste of red. The taste of skin.
SHE TASTED FANTASTIC!
I bit again and again. I swallowed chunk and chunks of her. I left her adorable face, so we could remember it was her. I wanted to remember it was her who saved me from starvation. Thank you, little one. You were - and still are - a good friend.
Wished I left her jaw on her face. But I thought I would need a snack. Didn't want to go back to that place. Suspicious ponies accuse me of thing. Lies! They all lie! I'm not a murderer! I'm not a monster!
I AM THE FUCKING WOLF OF HELL, BATHED IN RED! AND THEY ARE MY SUCCULENT LAMBS, SOON TO BE RED!
It's getting dark, now. I don't mind the dark.
I live in the dark. And the light.
I belong to neither.
But i walk in them both all the same.
They don't mind at all. I don't mind at all.
I just want more red in my life.
Not enough red.
Not enough...red.
Not enOUgh rED in my LIFe.
Ah.
Now there's pLENTY OF RED FOR ME...
I CAN HEAR THEM COMING. I WANT TO SEE MORE RED. I AM BORED, WANT A GAME TO PLAY!
THOSE PONIES WILL PLAY. I SHALL MAKE THEM. THEY WILL ENJOY.
THERE'S GONNA BE A FUCKING RED MOON TONIGHT!
I like the color red!
THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF RED!
I am going to have some fun. I hope they like the color red too.
LET'S SHOW THEM A RED HELL...
