Ch. 1: "Fun, joy, and laughter."
[Note from Dusk: Feel free to make up some of your own lines if you want]
Hi there! How're ya doin'? Pretty shitty, I'd imagine. I mean, wow, you went down really easily. I didn't even hit you that hard! Oh well.
Hm? Oh I know that look. You're confused! One minute, you're out and about in this frozen ass of a place, next thing you know you go down, wake up tied to a chair in a dirty room that you obviously don't recognize.
Questions? You have questions don't you? Oh so many questions! But first, I have a question for you: "Do you know what the definition of laughter is?"
Laughter.
Verb (laf-ter).
To express an emotion via an explosive sound coming from your throat.
To find amusement or pleasure in something.
To influence or move by the act of laughing.
Sentences:
"What are you laughing about?"
"I can hear your laughter from the other room."
"Stop laughing at me."
"Why are you laughing at my pain?"
"I hate to laugh."
Synonyms:
-Cackle
-Chortle
-Chuckle
-Crack-up
-Giggle
Antonyms:
-Cry
-Howl
-Moan
-Sigh
-Groan
There's something interesting in that little definition there. Did you catch it? No? I'll wait.
badadadadadada, so giggle at the ghosties chop up all the ghosties~
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Find it yet? I'll save you the time: "Joy is not a prerequisite for laughter."
Now, you might be thinking: "But you just said" WELL SHUT UP! I'M TALKING HERE!
I'm sorry I yelled. It's just I get so MAD when someone is THINKING about interrupting me.
Laughter is tied to your emotions. In a perfect world, we'd only laugh at things that are supposed to be funny and cry at things that are supposed to be sad. But we don't live in a perfect, shining utopia.
...Not anymore at least. We live in a frozen, irradiated, monster filled, hellhole. And, rather than duck into a vault and cry or save myself the trouble and crush my own head between two doors until it POPPED like a grapefruit; I'm just here. Laughing, and laughing, and LAUGHING at all the suffering ponies. Ha. Hahaha! See. Laughing! Not that hard, right? Good.
Oh my dear, you really are an open book. I can tell, you're probably wondering: "What kind of twisted, messed up, psychotic, fucking piece of shit for a pony is this, and why is she ranting at me with such nonsense?!"
Hm... you're quite rude, ya know that? Thinking such mean things about me, and all I've done is be such a lovely host to you. So ungrateful... so... ungrateful...
......
I wonder what color your blood is?!
SEE THAT, I JUST STABBED YOU! ARE YOU GONNA BE NICE?! ARE YOU GONNA BE NICE?!
...........
Hahahahahahaha!
....Bored now. Your turn.
......
Oh, you're giving me the silent treatment? That's not very... nice.
Hm? What's that, I couldn't quite hear you. SPEAK UP!
"Why am I doing this?" Hm.........
Well that's a stupid question, but I'll give you a hint: Look into my eyes. Look very closely, tell me what you see, through the eyes of this pony who gets to decide if this is where your sad little story ends.
My name is Emerald Rose. I am not a good pony, and I hate to be bored. Let's hope you don't bore me then~
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(Note from Dusk: The prisoner just tried to escape, and Emerald just shot him dead. These next lines should probably make her sound like she's just broken her favorite toy, sad-crazy)
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Who said we were finished? Who said you could leave?! I was just getting started. I wanted to cut bits of pieces from your flesh while you screamed. I wanted to stab you with thousands of needles. I wanted to break every bone in your body to see which ones healed fastest. I wanted... I wanted you to love me. WE HADN'T EVEN BEGUN TO GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER, WE'VE BARELY HAD TIME TO PLAY!
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! WAKE THE FUCK UP! YOU STUPID, USELESS SACK OF SHIT! WAKE. THE. FUCK. UP!
.......
*sigh*
........I'm bored...
