Date, January 3rd, 2014
I always thought, nightmares were what they were. Common mythology created by the subconscious of the mind. You can never live a living, breathing nightmare in real life unless it's fiction. That is why I am typing this down. Strange events have happened this week. All I can think of was that damn episode. It made me question what was real or not.....This is my story.
My name is George Walker. I'm a twenty seven year old. My job is working at a near by Public's, I lived in New Hampshire, Maine for about five years. I have always loved two things: cartoon shows and banned or removed episodes of a specific series. It was my week off so I wanted to do some, online excavation for banned videos more likely.
When an unreleased episode was heard of or rumored, I always have my friend John Rodriguez to find them. He was a foreigner from Mexico who caught a lucky break and was let into the US. He later returned to Mexico due to his mother’s passing but him and I still stay in contact through email.
I have recently noticed a show known as 'My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.' I was going to call pass but it was the only cartoon on…Well…The only one that I found somewhat tolerable as I watched it. I was really into the characters, the scenery, and how it looks like no other cartoon show. I hate to say it but I was instantly a fan.
Powered by the almighty and legendary Lauren Faust, it was worth watching. Lauren did make Fosters Home For Imaginary Friends after all. Speaking of that, there were lost episodes of that show. My friend would often have my friend John go deep into the internet to find them. One lost episode had Bloo and CoaCoa trapped in the forest, and they had to put aside their differences to get out. The episode was lost due to it being more violent and more adult themed then the average Cartoon Network show of old.
Now, something stupid as Uncle Grandpa existed. Anyways, I have been watching the show, My Little Pony up to its third season. My friend knows about my love for the show, its characters, and often times teased me about it. However, he had a good heart and supported my descent into brony fandom. It was also weird to me that there was never a lost episode found until after season 3. Then I heard rumors about an unreleased episode in My Little Pony, which was rare to me.
The episode was supposed to release alongside the season one finale and be put on the DVD box set when the season ended. However, episode twenty-seven was never released on TV or the box set. Nevertheless, the file was still out there but the data from the disk was destroyed for unknown reasons. Hasbro has never talked about it since or even brought it up. It only made me wonder. Therefore, I contacted my friend, John and he was more than happy to locate the lost episode via the internet. He only responded to...
"Sure, I will have some friends hack the main computer of Hasbro and get you that episode, it will take some time though...."
Smiling with joy, I could not wait to see the episode. Yes, call me a fan girl, but I just could not wait for that episode. From what I hear from these rumors, it will be a 'Scootaloo' based episode and Hasbro was doing its best to lock up the files deep in their computer, hoping no hacker would find it.
They obviously never met John. He used to be a computer technician in Florida, got his degree in it and could hack into a mainframe so fast that if you blink he would have already uploaded a virus to your computer. He is that damn impressive. After over a week, I was sitting at home, minding my own business when suddenly I heard an Email notification sound emanating from my computer. On my computer was an email from John. It was off in a way.
"George! It's John! I found your episode and I decided to watch it. Now I know why they hid it, why they tried so hard to bury it. If you read this. I wish you the best of luck, brother."
After reading that message, there was a video attached to it, with the name "Episode 27: Chicken Wings" in blood red text, it was in an mp4 format so I had to be forced to play it in QuickTime. I saved the file as a zip to my computer and opened it. The video length stunned me. Twelve Minutes was the full length as we lived in a time where shows lasted thirty to an hour max.
I passed it off, and realized that was one reason it was unreleased. So foolishly, I started the video. Everything seemed normal, the video lagged a bit but that was common with QuickTime. As the video began, it started with the old intro. It was before season four when Twilight was an Alicorn. It was pure nostalgia even if it has only been three years since the show first aired.
However, as the show started, it seemed...Different. It went to a still image of Ponyville, stock footage of fog covers the first layer and the town of Ponyville was even more deserted. I looked closer and saw the animation was a little choppy and unedited. Then, it cut to the Cutie Mark Crusaders Headquarters or treehouse. Looking closely, the outside was another still photo.
I was now feeling a little scared. The music was a two-second loop of a piano and it before I figured anything out, it cut to inside the treehouse. Scootaloo was sitting far from the camera as possible, her back facing it. Suddenly, she began to hum. Not a cartoon hum, but a real life hum as if a little girl was humming in the other room.
Scootaloo looked up and softly spoke in nonsensical tones as if something spooked her. Before any words came out of my mouth, Scootaloo lifted up a dull rough blade. It reflected her face showing the horror. Her eye pupils shrunk to miniature size much like Twilight's pupils during the episode 'Lesson Zero'. A distraught, horrifying laugh came from her mouth, tears came down her eyes and I felt my heart pump.
Scootaloo grabbed one of her wings, dangled the knife on it and slowly sawed at them. Blood and feathers went everywhere. She cried but it was soon followed by insane laughing, the laughing mixed with the crunch of the bone and flesh being severed made me flinch several times. She the cried and said softly.
"Bye bye, wings..."
With that, she tore her wings off with each splattering the walls with crimson red blood as she was caught between laughing and whimpering. I breathed heavily as tears came down my face and sides, while I watched my favorite Crusader brutalize herself. I say in my mind: 'What kind of sick bastard would make this! Is this...Is this some kind of sick fucking joke!?' while I continued to watch it, softly saying to myself afterwards, "What, the hell."
After that, the screen went black and resurfaced a moment later to another stream of animation. Sweetie Belle, one of the other Crusaders, was on the floor. Her stomach was sliced open, or organs and entrails spilled out as her eyeball had a knife in it, and someone had cut off her horn and shoved it into her other eye.
I tried to keep myself from vomiting, keeping myself together, and continued forward. I know the My Little Pony G4 community create gore and clop of the characters all the time, more famously and infamously the fanfic Cupcakes. However, this...This is beyond any gore the fans made. This was downright horrific to watch.
Another shot show Scootaloo pulling out the dismembered horn out from Sweetie Belle’s destroyed eye. The black liquid seeped endlessly out of the dead fillies eyeball. Scootaloo in the next scene took a needle and thread that was made from diamond and slowly stitched the horn to her forehead. I was about to let huge vomit chucks escape my mouth but I held back on it.
After that, another cut went to another body. That of a deformed looking Applebloom. Her body was where Sweetie Belles body used to be but her death was much different. Even though her stomach was sliced open, her teeth were ripped out, her throat slash in half, and nails were pounded into her hooves. It had looked like she was tortured for hours upon hours.
That was the final straw, I saw a mini trashcan by me, grabbed it, and vomited in it. The video then stopped and turned black. After finishing with vomiting, I look at the screen thinking it was over, which was wishful thinking. A text appeared that said 'God, doesn't exist no more' and it went to a still image of the Cutie Mark Crusader treehouse.
It stayed focused on it for a few, possibly three seconds before it cut to both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom being hung by the tree, their entrails wrapped around their throats and were stabilized by the branches of the tree. The two dangled there being unresponsive. Blood dripped down their bodies as the constant sound that a rope gets when it holds something heavy.
Then, it went black as the credits scrolled. The credits were off as well. Instead of telling who the Executive producer is, who the animator was, who anyone was! It repeatedly said 'I am the devil.' I fell back on my chair, as I rushed back and closed the video down. I hyperventilated and deleted the main file of it. I was satisfied and emailed John back, still shaken.
Hey, John
I finished the episode, and you were right. The episode was sadistic and barely resembled the show at all, so I deleted it. Please email back soon.
With that, I sent the message to him. I got up and made my way to the bathroom to clean my face. I was breathing in and out as I looked myself in the mirror. My eyes red and they had been marked with fear. I went to my living room, sat down on the chair, and decided to play watch some real life TV to pass the time. After some hours, I looked at the clock and it was beyond midnight.
I sighed to myself and relaxed, but it was shattered by a knock on the door. I looked at my door and back to the clock. It was 3 A.M in the morning as I think to myself: 'who the hell would knock on my door at that time?' Suddenly the knock became louder as if the person on the other side was banging on it.
Without thought, I got up and walked to the door slowly. "Who's there?" I said cautiously, grabbing the metal bat near my door just in case my 'visitor' wanted more than to say hello. The knocking stopped. "H-Hello?" After I said those words, the knocking became louder, the door shaking from the bashing. Grabbing the doorknob, I swung open the door, bat ready and when I did and no one was there.
The hall wall was empty from where my apartment was. I looked left to right while still noticing there was no one. One of the neighbors opened their door. She was an elder person estimating over seventy years old and she seen me with the bat with a scared look on my face.
"Is there something wrong sunny?"
I snapped out of it and cleared my throat. "N-No, I thought there was someone outside." I lowered the bat and looked at her. "H-Hey, did you hear a loud bash on my door?"
The old woman pondered. "Hmm, nah, I didn't but I think who did left you a package." She said as she pointed between my feet. There on the ground was a rectangular shaped box. I looked up to say thanks to the old woman but sure enough, she was gone. I looked back down and noticed something odd about the package. It had no return address on it to see where it came from, but I quickly brushed it aside and grabbed it anyways.
I went back into my apartment and locked the door. I tossed the package on my couch and I went back to my laptop. I just got a message from my friend on Hotmail. I read it quickly, it said...
I got your message, and it is strange. I got a rectangular package outside. It made no sense, I will message you as soon as I find out what’s in the package.
My heart sank as I looked back at where I placed the package. It laid there still and taunting. I hesitantly went to it and picked it up, and inspected it. It did not look out of the normal; it looked like a regular package. Slowly I opened it revealing a CD case meant for pc games. It said crudely drawn on a piece of tape, 'Play ME', which was written by a light red sharpie in fact.
I opened it up and the CD said, 'Chicken Wings Part II' scribbled on the CD. I could not believe it, not that there is a part two, but...Who knew I was here other than friends and family and...Who the fuck would keep something like this? I was curious. I had to know what was on this CD.
All I had was a PlayStation 3 and a LG flat screen TV, non could play a regular CD format. I went on my laptop and converted the disk to a DVD format so that it would play on anything that could play DVD's. After a few minutes, I placed the DVD into the PlayStation and switched it on. I logged in and played the DVD at automatic.
It immediately started with Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Big Mac, Spike, Twilight, and Granny Smith all wearing black as they sobbed over two graves. One had the name 'Sweetie Belle' as the other said 'Applebloom' but they were buried ten feet underground. Everypony in the video was crying loudly. The only one that was not there was Scootaloo.
The whole part was void of any kind of voice as a slow pace piano song played, adding to the creep factor and it was made to look like an old timely video tape but the animation was still borrowed from season 1. As I continued to watch the episode, it cut to black, and came back to life revealing both Applejack and Big Mac, tied up to a support beam in the Apple Barn house.
They were both gagged and bounded tightly, unable to move with dotted lines across their throats, stomach, and scalps. An unrecognized hoof came out of nowhere and slapped Applejack harshly. The pain on her face was visible. The hoof picked up a knife and glided it across Applejacks neck, and then to Big Mac. Big Mac was ungagged.
He opened up his mouth as it looked like he was yelling for help. The hoof dug deep into his mouth and pulled out his tongue and started to use the knife to slice it off. Blood dripped everywhere as the hoof grabbed the tongue and tore it off. Applejack cried more but it was cut short.
The hoof took the knife and stabbed her repeatedly in the eye repeatedly. Black liquid sprayed out and after the final swift motion, the knife was lodged into the skull of the now dead Applejack. The next shot showed the two a few feet away as a shrouded figure poured tractor gasoline on them and lit the dead and nearly dead sibling. The next shot showed the farmhouse as it burned down.
After that, the shrouded pony went inside the farmhouse as the next shot was in granny smith’s room. The shrouded pony took the knife and slashed her throat as she slept. Blood seemed to come out endlessly as she struggled from it at first but died slowly from it.
The shot then showed the front of the shrouded pony. It was Scootaloo, looking down with a depressed look before looking up, as if she was looking at me. She smiled sadistically, winked and the episode cut to black like last time. The credits rolled and I quickly turned off the system and ejected the DVD.
I took the DVD and tossed it somewhere on the floor trying to steady my breathing as I got up and stretched. Suddenly, a loud crash was heard in the kitchen as if something fell on the ground. I went to investigate my kitchen to find nothing. In addition, it was so dark in the kitchen that I could not tell if anything was there. I switched on my lights for the kitchen and they flicked on.
Like I said before, nothing. There was a broken cup on the ground and that was about it. I took my broom and swept it all up. As I did, I started to hear whispering. I looked around, but no one was there. The lights above started to flicker as I heard more whispering. It was mambo jumbo, not really words. I was going to ignore it until the light above me sparked and blew a fuse, killing it completely.
Groaning, I went to my closet where I kept all the extra light bulbs, when I got one I walked right by my door, but I noticed something outside before I passed the door. Outside, was the silhouette of a small dog like thing. It was barely visible to me. I looked closer but heard knocking on the door, I turned my head to face the door, and quickly peaked back to find the Silhouette was gone.
I approached the door and opened it, revealing one of my other friends, Craig. He was about a year younger than I was and he also was a fellow brony who lived in the downtown of New Hampshire. He and I usually went to a brony convention and talk about new episodes. He smiled and spoke. "Hey, dude."
I scratched my eyes and yawned. "What are you doing here Craig? It's three in the bloody morning..."
"Well, I decided to come here to see if you’re doing well."
I sighed and looked back at the DVD on the ground. "I...I'm doing fine, Craig." Craig notices the disk on the ground.
"What is that?" He spoke in a clear voice, gazing at it.
"It's a DVD that just appeared on my door step. I watched it and it was just a freaky episode of My Little Pony that was never aired." I said in a hushed, but heard tone. I looked back at the DVD, it laid there and it gave me shivers.
Craig, being brave as he is, went up to where the DVD was and picked it up. He closely looked at it. "Weird."
I did not want to be alone before I went to bed so I offered him a few beers so we can catch up. He smiled and agreed to it, placing the DVD to his side. Him and I grabbed a few Rolling Rocks from my freezer and popped them open. Over the progression of the next hour, we already had two beers each. "You know, we should hang out more man." I said smiling.
"Amen to that brother!" Craig looked at his watch and sighed. "Shit, I have to get home. Ten O'clock is when my meeting with my employer takes place. I do not want to oversleep." With that, he said his goodbyes and departed from the Apartment. However, before he left, I asked if he wanted to look at the DVD himself to see if he got the same effect.
Craig was a huge gore and grim dark fan; he loved it especially when the brony community makes darker and more mature images. Such as Cheerilee’s Garden and Rainbow Factory to name a few from the fan fiction department. He agreed and took the DVD in his possession, putting it in a small case. He then left.
I smiled, laid back on the couch, and slowly fell asleep awaiting for a new day to spring up, but tomorrow would be horrific after what I saw. I then woke up with the sun beaming in my face through the window as usual while I got dressed. It was a Sunday morning despite me going to bed around five and waking up at eight. I decided after a moment or two to give Craig a call after breakfast before he left for his meeting.
I went and poured myself some cereal as I quickly ate it all and moved on. I picked up my iPhone and punched in the numbers for his cell. I waited for him to pick up his phone, but there was no callback. It immediately went to voice mail. I must think, okay he went to work so I will not bother him. However, when I looked at the clock, it was close to nine. I knew Craig that he will not go too early to something no matter how important it is.
After thirty minutes, I called his boss to see if he was all right. I knew where he worked and I wanted to see if he made it to his work safe. His boss answered. "Hello mister. I was wondering if one of your employees, also known as Craig, made it to work."
The boss replied. "Son, the kid has not been here yet. But I am going to raise hell on him!"
I raised my eyebrow and proceeded and asked why he was in trouble. Then he explained as he said, "The meeting was pushed back an hour earlier to nine, not ten." I became worried after he said that. Craig always picked up his phone when he was not at work, but why not this time? I thanked his boss, grabbed my keys, hopped in my station wagon, and rode to downtown New Hampshire to his apartment.
I have been to his apartment before, so it will be easy to find it. I stopped near the apartment complex as there were two groups of large bricked buildings. Windows were clean but the vegetation crept along the side of the building. I went inside and made my way up to his room as his room was on floor three. After I made my way up there, I noticed something odd.
His door was on the opposite side from where I was standing. When I looked closely, it looked quite normal, but when I made it to the door itself, the hinges were broken, as if something kicked in open. I grasped my hand around the door’s nob and twisted it, and slowly opening it.
The door made a loud squeaking noise, followed by the hearing of a television going off in station. As I entered the apartment, it was absolutely pitch black. Looking around, I noticed that it was too dark to see and that is when I stepped in something that made my shoes wet. Looking down, I saw a pool of blood, which was crystal clear.
I looked up to where the blood led and barely I spotted Craig lying on the floor with his eyeballs missing and his face mangled. He had been murdered violently. I backed up, knocked into the light switch that turned the lights on, and I saw it all. His bones were poking out of his body as his skin and hair were ripped from his front, and it smelled. On the wall nearby, I saw the words covered in crimson red blood 'Chicken Wings is watching you.'
At that point, I did not care for calling the cops until I left the building. After I raced downstairs and went a little bit from the building, I mentioned in my mind very slowly, 'I ran out! All I thought of was getting the fuck out of there!' After that, I mention to myself loudly, "This isn't real...This isn't fucking real!" This startled all the people in the building at the time, yelling the same phrase, and picturing the same image in my mind. I quickly called Nine-One-One and reported the murder.
After a few minutes, a few police cars formed a perimeter around the building. I led them to the body of my friend. One of the officers was Officer Bradly and he was first on the scene. I showed the room, but in it, there was no body. Nevertheless, the blood was still visible as it looked like somebody was attempting to clean it.
The cop turned to me and asked if I can answer a few questions while I agreed and they sat me down in the lobby. The first question was that if I knew anyone that wanted Craig dead, I had a few, being a Brony meant that many arrogant people would hate you and wanted you wiped off the face of the earth.
The second question was, did he have something that someone wanted, but could not have? It was an odd question but I answered with this, "I-I gave him a DVD, it was something I watched, and it randomly appeared on my apartment door step. I wanted him to check it out and see what he made of it..." I finished.
The officer pondered and asked the cops to retrieve the DVD from the room as he needed to look at it for further investigations. After the instruction, the officer also asked for my number as an emergency contact while I gave it to him. Once the police officer is talking with the others, I say this in my mind: 'Whoever this bastard was, he will pay for what he did to Craig.'
I made my way home while I am glad I had no work today for I could not bring my personal problems in no matter how traumatized it might of been. The weird thing was, why did he die? It must have been the DVD but...I too watched it and I felt nothing. There was that weird figure that looked like a dog outside my house but other than that, it was about it.
Still recovering from the initial shock of my friend dead made me ponder, who would want to kill someone over something like a DVD? There were so many unanswered questions swirling around in my head, I just could not keep track of all. Later that evening, I attempted to push the horrors from earlier with some television. Of course Sharknado was on, such a stupid ass movie.
I flipped through the channels and stopped at the news. It did not have the story on Craig's death yet just the usual politics and home invasion stories. Maine does not have that much crime while the worst that could happen is that a blizzard would hit the town. It gets ungodly cold here.
One story got my attention. An ex-Hasbro executive committed suicide yesterday morning. The name was not released of him but the story told that he was in an insane asylum for two years after watching a certain video. He recently got out and when he returned home, he rented a top story apartment. He was released three months ago, and out of nowhere, he opened his windows to his story building, climbed out, and jumped.
I was baffled and said to myself, "Was the tape really that horrifying? Will...It actually make me commit to suicidal actions? Why...Why?..." With all that came out of my mouth, my whole apartment went silent. Suddenly I heard something scratch my door making a faint and weak moan.
I slowly walked up to my door as the scratching continued. When I was about three or four inches, it stopped only to be replaced by forceful poundings against the door. My door hedges looked like they were about to shoot off and then nothing. I looked closely, placing an ear against the door and then I heard shimmering around my apartment. Whatever it was, it was inside my apartment room.
I grabbed the bat and shot left to right. It was moving fast from what it sounded like. I then heard a humming sound coming from the other side of the couch. I saw something, a thing. When I reached it, my face went blank as I saw more of it. My heart pounded, my sweat accumulated and my breath fastened. On the end of the couch, sitting with her back turned, was Scootaloo.
I could not believe it as I mentioned in my mind, 'am I seeing things? Is it real?...' However, she slowly looked at me. Her eyes closed at first but they opened a minute after and I was paralyzed in fear. Where her eyes were supposed to be, there were two gaping black holes, blood tinkling from them, and as she smiled blood seeped out the cracks in her teeth.
I backed up as she slowly got up and stared at me with those dark soul-bending eyes while I say in my mind, 'What in the world is this?!' It smiled at me and laughed as it said. "H-Hey..." It said in a soft yet echoed demonic tone. "...Want to hear the most annoying sound in the world?....." It looked up, with those black eyeless holes, opening its dark mouth and emulating a horrific screech.
I covered my ears, yelling before passing on the cold carpet floor due to the loud horrid screech. I woke up hours later in a cold sweat while it was nighttime. The thing that looked like Scootaloo was not there anymore.
I rushed to the bathroom breathing heavily. I splashed the essence of cold liquid on my face from the sink. Looking deeply into the mirror, I just stared for a good twenty minutes. My inner blue rim eyes and black center were shrunken by a little as I said to myself, "...What’s wrong with me?" For the remainder of the night, I paced with all my lights on for I was too scared to sleep.
I felt the bags of my eyes. After five hours, I did not blink that much as I am afraid that the thing will show up again. A thought occurred while I needed a drink. After drying my face, I put the mini towel on the counter and head to my computer with a bottle of monster. After I arrived there, there was a message from John and it was weird. It had a video attached that was a webcam video. With the words above it, it only said 'Watch this.' So I did.
The video showed of the Hasbro Producer who had committed suicide. His eyes were red and he had bags under his eyes from loss of sleep. Slowly he spoke. "If anyone gets this, I am either dead or have been sent to an insane asylum. My name is not important, but I want to start off by saying that you are viewing this cause you want to know about the DVD."
It continued as the person said, "It is true that video was made in our studios, but...It was never created by an official Animator. Therefore, I watched it...Big freaking mistake. It...Showed those horrors, after that I had the video destroyed but not before copying the files into the Hasbro Main Computer. I loved the sound when it burned in the fire. "
"But that was only the beginning. I got a package in my inbox here, but...It was part two of Chicken Wings, I already tried to get rid of it, but the fucking thing kept coming back...You can't get rid of it. I already probably lost my sanity, and if you watched it...Well..." He looks at the screen, a saddened look plastered on his face before he continued. "Then prepare to lose yours..."
The video the cut to black. I backed up a little and as I did so, my phone rang. Picking it up, I heard breathing as I asked, "Hello?"
After a very long pause, it responded with, "I wouldn't attempt to destroy it."
I gasped a little. "W-Who the hell are you!?"
It followed up with an evil giggle. "Let's just say, I am just a figment of your imagination? Let’s just say I am a random creep that calls?...Let’s just say I am a killer ready to gut you like a trout? Hm?...Or let’s just say...I am a very pissed off individual that wants to skin your generation alive and wear your fucking skin like a cape for abandoning me..."
I was shocked at the responses. "What do you want! Who are you!"
Laughing aloud, the voice spoke up again. "You'll know...In time." I was about to hang up until the thing spoke its last statement, "One more thing..." I stopped and listened as it finished, "You try to run from me I will hunt you down and cut your fucking dick off..." The phone line then suddenly disconnected.
That was it, I had to do something...So I went on my email, and invited John to come visit, and maybe...Just maybe us being closer would make solving this murder mystery bullshit. He agreed and stated he would be here in three to four days. All I had to do was wait.
Over the next few days, nothing out of the normal has seemed to happen. I tried emailing him when he should have been in the states so I tried contacting him by phone and so far, I did not get one call back from my friend. I was both confused and worried. I tried contacting the authorities. One of them was Bradly. I asked if he could help find my friend. He replied with a yes but he had some startling news.
It was about Craig, he saw a video tape of Craig recording himself watching the DVD. Trying to get clues. When the cop reviewed it. It showed Craig, after the episode doing something horrible. He took a knife, sliced out both of his eyes, and he started cutting symbols in him. Finally, he took the knife, dug it deep in his stomach and sliced open his belly. His organs, blood, and entrails all fell out. The Officer Bradly went into great detail. I felt myself sickened.
After he was done, he had to go cause of another call from out of Maine's borders. Therefore, he placed me on hold and I kept it like that for about a good twenty minutes before Bradly came back and he had more bad news. John, my best friend, was killed in a car accident. It tore me apart that both my friends are dead and I stood silent. Bradly said they both would be put in the same morgue if I wanted to see them one last time.
My heart sank as I was depressed and I wanted to know in what way he died. To insure no foul play, he told me, he died long before the car hit something off road. It was her...Chicken Wings...I was no longer feeling fear for I felt rage. I wanted to kill this...This thing...At any cost. I said my goodbyes to the officer and hung up.
Five minutes later while still moping on the ground, the phone rang again. I picked it up, and there was the laughing of that monster. "I'm gonna kill you...." I said coldly.
"Aww, but I really like you! Why did you think I saved you for last?...And I told you and made it perfectly clear with your dumbass friends that I will kill you if you tried to escape....Hm?"
"Fuck you." I said with no emotions.
The voice laughed more. "Still don't know who I am huh? Shame, I guess you'll find out. Soon. Also, I'm right behind you..." I swiftly twisted my head around in fear. Chicken Wings laughed through phone. "HAHAHA! You are so easy! You’re such a gullible kid! Tell ya what, you don't try to escape, you might make it. Also, package at your door. Don't keep me waiting..." With that, the call ended.
I went to my door, opened it, and there was a package on the floor sure enough. It was the same as last time with no return address. Just a box, which had my name written on it in black ink. I took a deep breath and brought it inside. I opened the box and it revealed what was inside which was a disk titled, 'Chicken Wings: The Final Cut'.
I did not get it. I would say it was the last film but past experiences with Friday The Thirteenth made me question if it was the last film. I placed it in my PlayStation and played it. It started with no boot intro, no Ponyville, nothing, it just started with Scootaloo. She just stared blankly at me. Eyes glowing red as a volcano. After a long moment, she spoke.
"I have to hand it to you. Your one tough motherbucker. Shit, I think I seen nopony this eager to die. You wanted to know who I am, do you?" I simply nodded. "Very well, let me tell you of a story. There was once a series before Friendship is magic. It had something known as G-Three ponies. These ponies were what created generation three Scootaloo..."
She paused for a second before continuing. "She was...So young...So innocent. She loved to bring little girls to smile, to bring them joy. Then, the Generation three show was canceled...to bring G-four...All of her friends were erased from life. Except her...As...She was forced to live in Limbo for the rest of her days." I now noticed red tears forming in her eyes. They dripped from her. "All...She wanted...Was to be loved...She never deserved ANY of the crap your kind did to her...She felt abandoned by the people she thought loved her..."
I felt my heart sink by the pony that was terrorizing my friends and I as she continued, "This...Filly...Was Generation three Scootaloo....After that, I replied with, "I-I'm sorry! Okay! I didn't mean for this..." as looked down sad because of how the brony community was in mistreating a pony this way and I know we have flame wars on who’s pony is better. However, most of us, neglected the other generations...Hell generation four would not fucking be here if it were not for Generations one to three. "Please...Forgive us and me..."
She looked at me, with those black soulless eyes as she said, "No, I will not forgive your kind...Your kind drove me to insanity. I ripped my own FUCKING eyes out! I lost all traces of sanity long ago..."
"Scootaloo...Please...I-"
"Don't!" She paused for a minute as she said a minute later, "Don't ever call me that..I am not Scootaloo, I am Chicken Wings...And I will gut you for your sins against me. I hope you burn in hell, asshole..." The TV went blank. I just sat there. Not moving. I felt all fours of my apartment closing off on me. I was going to die...and I knew it.
I got up, and opened the window to my apartment. As I looked down from the third story that I was in, I kept crying out while I say this in my mind: 'I caused nothing but pain to this filly. I now leave this message to anypony or anybody that seems to come across it. I may sound crazy, but...This is real. Really real. Just, one thing before I go. Do not misjudge anything, for it might bite you in the ass...'
I misjudged the pony now known as Chicken Wings...And so I say my final goodbyes, for if I cannot do it, then she will. Goodbye, my friends...George Walker, signing off for the last......
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The power suddenly shut off, and rebooted five minutes later. The light revealed the room, soaked in a unrealistic amount of blood. The couch, floor, tv, and about anything else was drenched in thick, black and red blood oozing down the the sides of the couch, laptop, and table. What was left of George, was a dismembered arm, the rest of his body was never found. The whole room looked like a massacre.
After a few hours, the cops came to a nine one one call after the neighbor, the elderly woman, called about a foul smell coming from Georges apartment. The cops knocked down the door, horrified at the completely blood soaked room. Bradly, the officer from before was their, and he was shocked beyond recognition. He paused and spoke slowly. "Search the room, gather you're evidence..."
The other cops nodded and searched, this didn't make sense. He spoke with George only a few hours ago. He looked down at the dismember hand and arm of the victim....and their in his hand, was a package. That said in large, black words, 'Chicken Wings: Uncut'...
