A Blank Canvas, Heroism, & Apples

During his high chaos days, Discord was experimenting with his magic on pony transformations and creation, particularly into monsters and horrors. Discord had became greatly flustered and distracted by the two "Great" alicorn Sisters and their quest for the Elements of Harmony to defeat him. "Nopony is going to stop my beautiful chaos!" Discord had shouted as he sat upon his magnificent, hoof-crafted throne in the Celestial Sister's castle, deep in the Everfree Forest. Out of his impenitrable anger and frustration, The Chaos Master accidentally created a true monster hybrid. This particular hubris was a tall, white pony-like thing, and wore a black suit. This monster had no face, just a blank canvas. The hybrid could control and change his height and foreleg and backleg size. He also had tentacle-like appendages snaking out from his back. Discord was overjoyed with his beautiful hybrid! He decided to name his magnificent creation "SlenderPony", because of his astonishingly tall and skinny frame. But before Discord could show off SlenderPony, the alicorn Sisters had gathered the Elements of Harmony to banish the Master of Chaos into stone. When Discord went, so did his faceless companion. So when Discord escaped his rock prison, SlenderPony escaped with his master also. But being emprisoned in stone can make a certain chaos bringer forgetful. SlenderPony was then forgotten. Now, with no home, no refuge, and no companion, SlenderPony began his journey to the closest town, the one by the EverFree Forest; Ponyville.

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The mysterious and lonely monster's hooves pounded the dirt, grass, and vines of the EverFree Forest. His long, lanky, yet somewhat broad body gave him extra energy and power to continue his descent. Thoughts ran through his head like bullets being fired in war. He had no eyes, so none of these "salty, wet, sighs of weakness couldn't flow down his white canvas of a face. But that didn't mean he couldn't have mental tears rushing through his head, like the rapids of a river. He was all alone; No Master, no friend, no one to love him. He had been forgotten by his own father and Master! "Slendy" had been so loyal, kind, loving to his Master, and all he go in return was to be forgotten! SlenderPony kicked at an ant hill that was laying in front of him. The ant hill flew about a hundred ft. away from Slender. No!, SlenderPony screams in his head. As he continued about in his rage, he didn't realize the pile of dried up driftwood in front of him. He stumbled on the wood and fell straight in the dirt, his blank canvas face first. He decided not to get up for awhile, just sit there in sadness as his mental tears flooded his head to the point where he thought his mental tears may pour out his ears and butt. After fifteen minutes of continued sorrow and pain, SlenderPony got up slowly. His strong, lean, and ashtonishingly tall body hardened with pain, rage, and pure envy. Soon. Soon everypony will know who I am... He thought as he continued on his way to the quiet, peaceful, little ole' town of Ponyville that will soon get a little taste of grief and despair, spoonful, by spoonful...