Split Personality

by Bambisbb

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Random, Derpy Hooves, Sad, Main 6, Gore
Length: 13438

Normal, clumsy, sweet, a little awkward. All words used to describe Ponyvilles' own Doodle Bug. But what if they left out a few words? Such as, lonely, sad, and insane?

Doodle Bug was always such a normal mare. Well, a bit strange, but still, normal by some standards. She was adorable, clumsy, sweet, and painstakingly awkward. Everyone loved Doodle Bug. Well they did after she apologized for whatever she had done to make them mad at her. But, Ponyvilles' daily destroyer isn't all she seems to be. What no pony seems to know is that Doodle Bug had a very rough fillyhood, and it had stayed with her. And now, after a little accident, Doodle Bug does something that shocks everyone. And what she does in the next few weeks shocks them even more...

Edit 2016: guys this thing is so old and badly written why do you like it so much ahh. you guys are all reading it and here i am, unable to even look at the damn cover without wanting to scream. you guys are the true MVPs here, tbh.

Edit in the year of our Lord, 2023:
Republishing this after getting it restored to my account for archive purposes, and so my beautiful friends can laugh at me. Yes, I'm making them get in fimfiction.net to do so. I want them to have the authentic experience.

Published 2014-01-25 20:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-11 23:37:21 UTC

A little accident

It all started out as a normal day for me. After a bit of pushing and prodding, I finally managed to get Hoop Shoot out of his bed. After some more pushing, I got him to make breakfast while I tried to get Buster off of the wall. Normal morning for us. But then it took a turn for the worst. I've always been a little short-tempered, but I never lashed out at any-pony. I didn't like hurting anyone, made me feel guilty, even if I had just bumped into them. Dear Faust, why didn't I just stay home with Hoop and watch whatever silly little movie he wanted? It would have been so much..Better, for everypony... But enough of my moaning, I bet you want to hear what happened, don't you? Well, my silly little human, sit back and listen. It's a long story. And not one for little fillies and colts.

Like I said, I pushed and prodded Hoop out of bed and then into making breakfast. I had to get my hedgedragon, Buster, unstuck from the wall, how he got up there, I'll never know, but while getting him down one of his spikes had cut me. I simply sighed and set him down before limping off to wrap my hoof. I remember exactly what Hoop had said when I went to leave. "Doodle Buggg!" He had cried, "Don't leave! I just got this awesome new movie, and I thought we could watch it. Static told me it was really good!" I simply chuckled,

"I'll be right back, Hoop. Just gotta go get some new wallpaper, Buster destroyed the last of the old one." Hoop huffed and sat down,

"I'm not waiting for you..."

"Don't have to, the previews will give me just enough time to get the wallpaper and get back, especially if I fly and don't destroy everything."

"Good luck with that..."

"Oh shushie!" I giggled and walked out, saddle bags on. I arrived at the market place just a few minutes later, I had known exactly where the wallpaper stand was, as I had to go there many times when Buster destroyed the last of ours, leaving nothing but a few shreds clinging to the wall. I sighed and started trotting, ignoring the slight throb in my hoof as I did so. So many ponies hid behind stands when I walked by, but I expected no different, I did destroy Ponyville nearly every day. I giggled softly and looked around. Had the stand changed places? I knew that this was the exact spot it was supposed to be...I sighed and kept trotting, maybe I was forgetting where it was?

At last I had found the stand, it had changed places, thanks to my accidents earlier that week. I smiled and bought the wallpaper, getting the cheap white one as I always did, Hoop and I had discovered that if we spent bits on wallpaper we actually enjoyed, it would be a waste, our dragon would destroy it. It's not like Buster meant to destroy everything, but he was clumsy and to be honest, a little stupid. But we loved him anyway, with his cute wall-eyed stare and the way he could scare himself with a sneeze. I giggled to myself and thanked the salespony, turning and starting to trot again. I didn't get far before my good friend, Derpy- Ditzy Doo, to some ponies- crashed into me, sending me and my saddlebags flying. I yelped as I crashed head first into a stand. With a groan, I dragged myself out and rubbed my head. "Derpyyy! Watch where your going!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Doodle Bug!" Derpy frowned and helped me up, looking at me with that cross-eyed look. It wasn't Derpys' fault she grabbed my hurt hoof, it wasn't her fault that I'm the least sane pony in Ponyville, and it's not her fault that I finally snapped. I can barley remember it, but I can still see the way my hoof hit her, sending the poor mare backwards and splattering blood on the ground and on my hoof. I can still remember the way everypony gasped and stared at me, some scurrying to help Derpy. I blinked and looked at Derpy, my gaze turning to my own hoof. I frowned. What had I done? I panicked and ran off. Why didn't I stay at home...
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I opened the door and rushed inside, slamming it shut hard enough that the picture of my dad and I fell off the wall. Hoop stared at me, "What's wrong, Doodle? What h- D-Doodle Bug..What did you do..." Hoop stared at my hoof.

"I-I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..." I cried, curling into a ball and staring at the wall. "I never lash out...I'm so sorry..."

"Doodle Bug, what did you do..."

"D-Derpy..."

"Oh my Faust, Doodle Bug, what did you do to her?!"

"I didn't mean to!" I sobbed and buried my face into the carpet. Buster tried to comfort me, the poor little dragon didn't know. I pushed him away roughly and nearly broke his little foot while doing so. Hoop scolded me for this. He told me I needed therapy. He didn't know... I can barley remember it. The knife on the counter... I can see little flashes of the scene, grabbing the knife, Hoop staring at me, so scared... I stabbed him. As he tried to run away, I got him between the wings, putting a hoof over his mouth as he tried to scream. "I'm so sorry..." I whispered, bringing the knife to his throat, "So...So...Sorry.." I grinned slightly and slit his throat. I had backed up at some time. I remember blinking and looking at the knife in my hoof, before my gaze turned to Hoop. I remember screaming and running out, leaving everything. I can still hear the ponies screaming as I had when they walked in our house. Seeing Hoop like that. Why am I smiling now? I shouldn't be smiling...

Am I a monster?

Ah, so you're back for another story? I didn't think you'd come back, after all, who wants to talk to a psychotic mare like me? I guess you do. Well, back to the story then. We left off when I killed Hoop, yes? Alright.

I had found a spot in the Everfree. I was now just laying there, sobbing and rocking. What was wrong with me? I had killed my best friend. I knew I had to go back to Ponyville, confess. But my broken mind had other plans.

I had gone back to Ponyville, but at night. I don't know what happened, but I had taken a path I knew well. I was going to Fluttershys' house, but why? I tried to steady my breathing. I couldn't stop my legs, it was as if they had a mind of their own, forcing me to walk. If I have to go, might as well enjoy the view... I thought to myself, trying to get my mind off of what I had done. I looked at the small path in front of me. The moon and stars barley noticeable from behind the trees and vines. I smiled softly. Beautiful, so beautiful. The small amount of light that did reach the path, spread out and created tiny little spotlights, each of which I danced through. No wonder Fluttershy liked nature, it was gorgeous. I giggled and sped up to a trot, twirling here and there as I got closer and closer to Fluttershys' cottage. It wasn't until I arrived there that I began to wonder once more, what was I doing there? Then, it hit me, as most ideas do. Buster. Buster would have been taken to Fluttershys' cottage, to be under her care, until...Well, I don't know what. I blinked and walked over to the window, peaking in.

"I-I just don't know, Twilight, what if she comes to get him?" Fluttershy squeaked.

"Don't worry, Fluttershy, I'll be right outside, she won't hurt you." The unicorn smiled and started walking out, "Doodle Bug won't get you, Fluttershy."

I ducked in the bushes, watching Twilight walk out and look around. The porch light flipped on, and the inside lights went off. I just had to wait now. I thought that was what I had to do. But yet again, my mind decided against me, instead I jumped out, surprisingly causing nearly no noise. I blinked, what was a doing? I didn't have time to think before I had kicked Twilight in the head. Is it bad that I find the noise her skull made when it cracked, very, very, satisfying? I think so. Anyway. I blinked and looked at Twilight, swallowing before turning towards the door. There was so much blood. I opened the door slowly, looking around. I slipped in and shut the door slowly and quietly. Now to just find my dragon. "Buster?" I whispered, my eyes adjusting to the dark cottage. "Buster?" I tried again, receiving a familiar, 'Err?' as a small patting noise filled my ears. I smiled and looked down at my hedgedragon as he stared at me. He 'Err'ed again and nuzzled me. "There's my good boy." I smiled and leaned down.

"T-Twilight? Is that you?" A small, timid voice rang out. I blinked. Fluttershy... I growled lowly and backed up, acting strangely like a caged animal.

"C-Come on, Twilight...It's not funny..." I looked around and smirked, grabbing a vase and scurrying to wait by the door way. I think it is bad that I find that sound satisfying. That cracking sound. The best part is, Fluttershy didn't go down like Twilight did. She screamed and scurried away. "Sorry, Fluttershy." I hissed, grabbing her, "Didn't want to hurt you. You should have stayed in bed." I threw her out the window. It was heartbreaking, the whimpering that I heard. I smirked and picked up Buster. I was starting to like this...
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What was I doing now? And why? I was peaking through windows, looking for something. Someone. I frowned and huffed as I left yet another window. Where was I- Oh. I stopped and stared into a window. Two little foals, tucked soundly into bed. I grinned and turned, heading for the front door. Ponyville was such a lovely place, so calm, quiet. That's why no pony locked their doors. Those poor, poor fools...I had gotten in, much like I had with Fluttershys' house, minus the kicking a unicorn in the head. I looked around slowly, grabbing a kitchen knife and making my way up the stairs. My ears twitched at every little noise, every creak. I couldn't get caught. I smirked and slowly peeked my head into the foals' room. I could barley remember what I was doing. I can't even remember what I had done, just..Flashes, like with Hoop...Grabbing the first foal, snapping it's neck... Grabbing the second and stabbing it...So many times, I remember the blood splattering across my face and my hoofsteps leaving bloody prints on the hall floor as I made my way to the parents' room. I remember even less of this, just...Blood, so much blood...But then I blinked and looked around. I screamed and slammed a hoof over my mouth.
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Grey Steam walked into Sugar Cube Corner. The Cakes' had been...Murdered, in their sleep last night. The only one in the building that survived was Pinkie Pie, as she hid under the bed. Grey sighed and walked up the stairs. "How bad is i-i-i..." He couldn't get the last of his sentence out. Dear Faust...What was this... The two foals were dead, Pumpkin Cakes' neck was twisted at a sickening angle, and the other one, Pound Cake...His poor little body was torn to shreds. Grey backed out of the room. "Th-The...Parents..."

"You might not want to see them, sir..."

"Show me..."

"Sir-"

"SHOW ME!" Grey Steam snapped. The parents were worse. While Pound Cake was small, it would only take a stab or two to do that to him. Cup Cake and Carrot Cake were...He couldn't... He stumbled out of the room. "Oh F-Faust...Who...Did this?"

"Look at the wall, sir..."

Grey Storm looked up.

"...Find her...Now."

"Yes sir..."
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I can hear somepony coming...I can take care of him just like the others...

Am I a monster?

Can unicorns fly?

Back again? Really? Are you insane? I think you might be...Anyway, on with our story?

It had been a few days since the Cakes. I'm still trying to get over it. What I had done. Hoop, the Cakes, and that poor hiker who was in the wrong place at the wrong time... But I could still remember the cracking sound, and that echo the kitchen knife had. My ears twitched, No survivorssss... a voice hissed. I turned and looked at Buster, as if the little wall-eyed dragon with the brain of a dog could have said that. I did this every time. The voice echoed through my head ever since the Cakes. No survivorssss... it hissed, slightly more demanding this time. I looked around before sighing. "What do you mean, 'No survivors?' " I questioned the voice. No answer. I don't know what I was expecting... I sighed again and sat down, pulling Buster close and flattening his spikes to hug him. "My only friend..." I whispered, nuzzling the small dragon as he stared at a tree.

After a little while of hugging Buster, I finally glanced at the sky. It was dark now, like a storm was rolling in. I went to say something about how I wasn't informed about the storm before I remembered... I wasn't informed because I'm a murderer. I frowned before my ear twitched, and the same voice sounded. Kill herrrrr! Kill her nowww! My ears twitched. "Who..." I looked at the sky and hissed. Pink...Pink... "...Pinkie Pie..." I tilted my head. "No survivors...How is Pinkie a survivor?"

Was...there...

"What? Where?" No answer. I snarled before sighing and shaking my head. "No survivors....Let's go then..." I grinned and got up, picking Buster and my knife up and trotting away with them.

It was so dark. I could barley my own hoof in front of my face. I can still see the light reflecting off of the Library as I walked towards it. A certain somepony had told me where Pinkie Pie had been staying. By this time, I was gone. I wasn't Doodle Bug anymore. Just some psychotic freak. Not that I'm complaining. Back to the story. I peeked into the windows of the Library, holding Buster in my hooves as I flew up. Twilight was in bed, a bandage wrapped around her head. I expected as much. I had kicked her pretty hard. No Pinkie Pie. I flew downstairs and peeked through the windows. Same result, without the unicorn. Where was she then? I heard somepony talking, it wasn't the whispering, it was a familiar voice. Belonging to the detective that I had brought cookies to every Saturday. "I know you're both scared, but we know that Doodle Bug will be coming to get Pinkie. That's why we have the decoy upstairs, Doodle Bug will most likely try to kill Twilight first, she's the one with magic." My ears twitched as I peeked through another window. Grey Steam, Pinkie, and Twilight were all there. Pinkie Pie had a flat mane and tail, and she was shaking slightly as Twilight held her. My eyes flicked to Grey Steam. Every Saturday I brought cookies to him, slightly burnt cookies, but cookies. Then we sat down and talked about what I had done to destroy Ponyville that week, and a few times, he actually let me help him with a case or two.

"Him first..." I whispered, ducking in the bushes, listening to the conversation.

"Are you sure this will work?" Twilight asked, a squeak in her voice, "She nearly killed Fluttershy for her dimwit dragon back, who knows what she'll do to get Pinkie Pie!"

"I know Ms. Sparkle, but please stay calm, we have high hopes that we can catch Doodle Bug tonight."

"High hopes? You had high hopes that she wouldn't go after that idiot pet of hers!"

"Calm down..."

"Don't tell me to calm do-" They were interrupted by a crash upstairs.

"Stay here..." Grey whispered, using his magic to draw his gun.
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Grey made his way up the stairs, seeing shattered glass spread across the floor. He blinked and looked up at the bed. There was a knife in its' head. He slowly approached it and frowned as he saw a note under the knife. He put his gun down to lift the note.

Why did you leave them alone?

Grey frowned and dropped the note, running downstairs as fast as his hooves could carry him, tripping down the last two steps and scurrying up again only to find the kitchen door shut. "Open up!" He slammed against the door, hearing a scream and a loud THUD! "OPEN UP!"

"Sorry! They're a little too dead to open the door." His ears flattened against his head. It really was the same Doodle Bug, the same sweet pony that brought cookies to him, the same pony that stayed and talked to him when no one else would...The same pony he was going to ask out...

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Getting in had been easy. Throw Buster through the window, fly in quickly, place the note, and fly back down. I had to be quick though, I had to wait until Grey had gotten half way up the stairs before I opened the door and hurried inside, running to the kitchen. Twilight didn't have time to scream, I slammed my hoof into her face and knocked her down. Thanks to the injury I had given her a few days earlier, she went down, but didn't pass out. Pinkie had started shaking fiercely. "Hia, Pinkie!" I chirped, snatching a kitchen knife, "Came to reunite you with the Cakes!" I smiled and tackled her, slitting her throat quickly. Pinkie Pie had done nothing to me, I wanted her death to be as quick as possible. Twilight on the other hand... I stepped off Pinkie and went to the unicorn, snatching her up by her mane. She went to scream, but I denied her the ability by grabbing a washcloth and jamming it in her mouth. "Now now Twily, no ruining the fun..." I giggled. "Now. What did you say about my dragon?" Twilight had started crying. "Oh fine, ruin the fun." I sighed and slammed the knife into her stomach. She let out a muffled scream and flailed. I heard a thud and heard none other than Grey Steams' voice, "Open up!" I smirked and took the washcloth out, letting her scream out loud before I slit her throat, dropping her. I stabbed her a few more times before her eyes closed.

"OPEN UP!"

"Sorry! They're a little too dead to open the door." I cackled and licked the blood off my knife, throwing it against the wall. "Wanna come inside, Steam? We can have a lovely cup of tea over these dead bodies!" I smirked and opened the door. He looked so scared, made me feel the slightest hint of guilt. And then it was gone, as soon as I noticed that he didn't have his gun. "Oh Steamy, you're making it so easy..." I smirked again and whistled, "Busterrrr!" Grey had started shaking, and he didn't even have time to say anything before Buster had crashed into him, sticking around three and a half spikes into Greys' back. "Good boy." I gave Buster a soft pat before putting a hand on Grey. "I put a little bit of magic on Busters' spikes...Wanna know how?"

"...Ze...Cora...." He whispered, falling down, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Exactly! She told me where Ms. Pinkie would be and she even gave me a nice potion to knock somepony out for an hour or two. I was going to knock Twilight out, but I already took care of her..." I sat down and started stroking Greys' mane, much like a mother would do for her foal. "Nighty night Steamy..."
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Steam opened his eyes and blinked. "Oh good!" I smiled, "You're finally awake." I got up, nudging Buster out of the way. He opened his mouth. "Oh no no no, don't try to speak. Side effects leave you incapable of speaking for a little while." I giggled. He glared at me, looking liked he wanted to kill me. "Please don't be mad..." I frowned, "Please don't..."
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Grey blinked, that sounded like the Doodle Bug he knew. Not wanting anyone to be mad at her. It broke his heart. Why did she have to be a monster, she was so sweet, so perfect... But then her eyes changed, something went off. Her eyes seemed to look more insane, and the way she stared at him, it wasn't a sad look, it was a hungry one. He panicked and tried to spark up his magic, only to be greeted with a sickening pain. "Oopsy Daisy!" Doodle Bug giggled, "I forgot to mention..." She lifted her hoof, showing him...His own horn. "I got a little clumsy with the saw..." She cackled as he started crying. He had always wondered why Doodle Bug could solve any case that had his men confused. He knew now. It was because psychopaths think alike.
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I smirked, "Anyway, enough sad. We are here to answer a very, very important question. But first, let me build up. Pegasi can fly, and Unicorns have their magic, and ground ponies are just...Useless. But, a very big question still remains. can unicorns somehow act like Pegasi? And that, my Steamy, is the question. Can unicorns fly? Let's find out the answer!" I grinned and walked to the edge of the building we were on. It wasn't a random building, by any means, this one was special. It was the Canterlot castle . "You won't die, Steam. You'll just be...Paralyzed. See, I'm aiming for Princess Lunas' balcony." I grinned and walked back to him. "Get ready, Steam. This is the answer to life's biggest question!" I cackled and pushed him off the roof, hearing a crunch and smirking. "Enjoy life now, Steamy. Hope you get a real hot nurse."

At the Hospital

Oh, my little human, you're back! You're my only company, poor Buster went away. But, we're not in that part of the story yet, we're at the part where I threw Grey off the balcony.

I was fluttering back down, my ears were perked as I waited for a scream. Grey had landed exactly where I wanted him to. Right on the edge of the balcony. His back had hit his railing, and I had heard a very satisfying snap. How Princess Luna hadn't heard the scream, I'll never know. I'm almost positive all of Canterlot had heard it. Such a loud noise for a half dead stallion. I smirked to myself as I landed, Buster clinging to my back. I giggled and wiggled my back, making sure he was still there before trotting off into the night.

I stared at the newspaper in front of me.

Those words echoed through my head. It was her, I forgive her though. Why did he forgive me? I threw him off Canterlot Castle, and he forgives me?! I snorted, why would he ever forgive me? I couldn't even forgive myself. I huffed and ripped the paper, shredding it before throwing it in the air like confetti. Buster, of course, decided to run through it and hop around, trying to catch one of the shreds. I smiled before growling. "He won't forgive me...I won't let him...I'll have to do something...Something awful. The worst thing I can d- Ooooo..." I grinned as an idea popped into my mind. What if I left Equestria without it's soldiers? I looked at Buster. Equestria didn't have an army. We did have a very special group of ponies, that had protected this great nation from many foes. I smirked. "Two down." I muttered, reaching into my saddle bags. I had just barley gotten them out of the house last night before retreating back to my little den. My den wasn't special, just a little cave I had found. I'd been thinking about moving into Zecoras' house. Not like she'd be using it any time soon. I giggled and pulled out a pen and peice of paper.

~~Twilight~~

Rainbow

Fluttershy

Rarity

AJ

~~Pinkie~~

"Four more." I grinned, picking up Buster. "Let's go pay a little visit to Fluttershy." I giggled and picked up Buster, grabbing my knife with my mouth and trotting off.

It was late by the time I had gotten into the hospital. I wiggled in through the air vents and waited. When all was dark and quiet, I quickly removed the vent and hopped out, setting Buster down. "Shhh..." I whispered to him, taking my knife out of the vent and walking to the counter, grabbing a clipboard. "Oooo...Fluttershy, room two nineteen." I giggled and turned around, "Come on, Buster."

It wasn't long before I arrived at Fluttershys' room. I peeked my head in and looked around. She was laying on the bed, the beep of a machine the only noise that accompanied the creak of the door. I grinned but froze as I heard hoofsteps. I looked at the hall, seeing the shine of a flashlight. I gasped and scurried into Fluttershys' room, shutting the door as quietly as I could, leaning against it as I kept my ears down. I heard Fluttershy stir and panicked slightly, if she woke up and saw me, she'd scream and give it away. I bit my lip, hoping that I was lucky enough, and that she'd just fall back asleep. Thankfully, she didn't sit up, just turn over and fall back asleep, as I hoped. I let out a quiet sigh of relief as I slid down the door. Buster err'd slightly and nuzzled me. I smiled and got up, walking over to Fluttershy. I took my knife from Buster, who had caught it just before it hit the ground. "Thanks..." I whispered, turning around. Quick and easy... I thought, raising my knife. Buster tilted his head, giving yet another small 'Err' as I frowned. I couldn't...Fluttershy was so sweet, so kind. I couldn't. I lowered my knife and looked at the chair by the bed. I sighed and sat on it, putting my knife in my lap and staring at Fluttershy. She wasn't special. So why couldn't I do this? I shook my head.
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Fluttershy yawned and blinked her eyes open. After the Doodle Bug incident, she was injured quite badly. Worse than Twilight. The reason why being that after Doodle Bug hit her with a vase, and threw her out the window, she had tried to crawl away and ended up startling Harry. The poor bear didn't mean to hurt her so badly. She sighed and went to sit up, seeing a pony leaning against the door. White fur and a black mane was all she needed for her to be scared into laying down. The small 'err' she heard didn't help. It just made her remember what had happened with Doodle Bug. And that scared her into being quiet. It was only a few minutes before she felt someone watching her. She tried her best to fake sleep, but she was to scared too steady her breathing.
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I looked at Fluttershy and tilted my head, I had shut my eyes for a second, and by the time I had opened them, she was facing me again. I frowned and leaned forward. Her eyes opened and as soon as her eyes adjusted to the dark, she gasp and jumped backwards, staring at me and shaking. I blinked, "No no, I'm not here to...To do anything...I was, but..." I swallowed, "Just...Relax..." I smiled. Her shaking didn't stop, she just stared at me, wide eyed and shaking, whimpering every once and a while. "...L-Look, I know you have every reason to be scared of me, and every reason to be mad at me...But...Just please, please, don't hate me..." I looked down, "I don't like it when ponies hate me..." I covered my face with my hooves. Fluttershy swallowed and scooted closer to me, reaching a cautious hoof out. I yelped when I felt her hoof on my head. I looked up slightly. She was frowning.

"I don't hate you..." She whispered, stroking my mane. "I just think...You need help, is all..." She whimpered.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, getting off the chair. My knife fell down and hit the floor, the sudden noise made Fluttershy yelp, and Buster growl. Fluttershys' face paled as she heard hoofsteps coming towards the room. I blinked and grabbed Buster quickly, snatching the knife with my mouth and hurrying out the door.

"Hey you! Stop!" I heard the guard shout after me. I growled and sped up, listening as Buster whined and clung to me. I skid to a stop, staring at the door in front of me. The guard was running up behind me. "I said stop!" There was a pause before he realized who I was. "Turn around and drop the knife..." I stared at the door. "I said turn around and drop the knife!" I looked at the guard behind me before looking at the door. He shot at me, hitting right above my cutie mark. I screamed a muffled scream and nearly fell down. I opened my mouth, letting the knife drop to the floor yet again. "You shouldn't have done that." I snarled, standing up, my legs wobbling. I tackled him, pinning him down. He yelped and flipped me over, kicking my wound. I groaned and shut my eyes tightly. Buster growled at him and bit his hoof, doing nearly no damage, thanks to his under bite. The guard kicked him away, sending the tiny dragon flying. I gasped and glared at him, hitting his chest. I was pinned, and doing anything I could to get away, but every time I moved, he kicked my wound and held me down tighter. "I got her!" He shouted, after about thirty seconds of struggling. I was crying silently now, still trying to get away. It wouldn't end here, it couldn't, Celestia would have no mercy. I screamed, the idea of what would happen to me going through my head. Either death or padded room. Live in a padded room, straight jacket on, no talking, no nothing, or die in a cruel way. I sobbed and tried kicking again. I was rewarded with him snapping my wing. I screamed and bucked. Seeing as he was pinning me though, I barley hit him.

"Please..." I whispered. I heard a crack, and I felt the weight from the guard pulled off me. I opened my eyes, blinking away tears. I saw a certain yellow Pegasus, frowning and holding part of a flower vase. "Fluttershy..." I whispered.

"Hurry, before the guards get here." She whispered back, helping me up. I smiled at her before taking a step and passing out.

Waking up

Did you like the ending of the last one, my little human? No, I didn't die, I wouldn't be here to tell you this story if I had, right? Anyway.

I opened my eyes and blinked, seeing yellow. I blinked again and sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp pain shit up my side and back. I whimpered and pushed myself up. Where was I? I heard a small 'err' and looked over to see Buster staring at me. I smiled and gave him a small pat, wincing yet again. I bit my lip and slowly moved to the side, looking down at my cutie mark. There was a bandage over the wound, but as far as I could tell, my cutie mark was okay. I sighed in relief before remembering my wing. I blinked and looked behind me quickly, nearly snapping my neck as I did. My wing was bandaged up. I frowned and looked around. Was I in a room? I looked down. I was in a bed. In a house. Bandaged up. I tilted my head and slowly slipped off the bed, falling down when my hooves touched the ground. I groaned and pushed my self up, my legs wobbling. Buster whined and leaned against me, like he was trying to help keep me up. I giggled and took a step, catching myself as I fell. "It's okay..." I whispered, "We can do this." I took another step, making my way towards the door, slowly. I finally made it and opened the door, seeing a little white bunny waiting. His arms were crossed and he was tapping his foot. I blinked and took a step back. The bunny huffed and grabbed my mane, tugging me along. "Ow! Hey!" I huffed and pulled my mane back. The bunny tried to grab it again, but Buster snarled and chased him off. I smirked and looked around, realizing where I was. "No..." I muttered, "She couldn't have..." I tilted my head and started to walk around Fluttershys' cottage. Did she really bring me here? I finally stopped and sat down. Why? I kill two of her friends, try to kill her, and she brings my to her house and patches me up? I shook my head. Where was she then? I frowned and got up again. I hadn't seen her when I walked around, maybe she went back to the hospital? I shrugged and started looking around, maybe she left a note?

After a little while of searching, I finally managed to find I note.

I'm sorry for leaving to here, but I didn't want you to get hurt. You're not a monster, Doodle Bug, you just need help...And yes, I do have reasons to hate you, but I try my hardest not to, you're just broken, that's all. You're like Pinkie

The note cut off for a few lines, all of which had tears on them

you just need help, just a little help.

-Fluttershy

I frowned and grabbed a pen, flipping the paper over. My handwriting was a bit shaky, but I wrote as still as I could.

I'm so sorry, Fluttershy. Forgive me.

I dropped the pen and grabbed Buster, walking out slowly. I would need a little while...I was too badly injured to do what I needed to. I limped off to my little cave. Hopefully, Fluttershy would forgive me.
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Grey Steam blinked and looked at the door. Somepony else was coming in. Probably to ask him questions. He glared at the pony as they came in, turning over so he wouldn't have to look at them. "Look, I know you've answered a lot of questions, but-"

"Go away." Grey snorted

"Come on, just a few, then I'll leave you alone!"

"Go away."

"Please?"

"...You'll go away?"

"Yes sir..." Grey huffed and turned around again. "Fine."
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It had been about a week. I had gone to Zecoras' hut, and finally found a potion that would help. My injures were already healed. I got up, "Buster, where's my list?" I looked down at the dragon, and he ran off quickly and came back with my saddle bags. I hummed and dug through them, pulling out my list. I crossed Fluttershy off, there was no way I would kill her. I blinked. Wait, why wouldn't I kill her? I shook my head, no time to think about it now. I looked down the list, searching for one of the elements that would be easy to kill. I smirked as my eyes rested upon a certain name. "Ooo...Busterrr!" I cackled, "Get my knife."

Author's Note

Sooo, who do you guys want to be next?

Rainbow Dash

Rarity

or Applejack?

Mannequin

Mannequin

Oh good, you're back! It's nice to have your company, I never talk to, not since...Oh, sorry sweetie, spoilers! To the story.

I bit my lip and peeked my head around a building. This was going to be a tough one. I couldn't sneak in at night, I was sure it would be locked up tighter than Ponyville Insane Asylum...I looked around the front for any way in before darting around the back. It was the middle of the day, and a serial killer known by everypony in Ponyville, and every detective in Canterlot, was darting around and trying to get into the Carousel Boutique. I shook my head and looked along the back wall, grinning as I saw the air vent. I flapped my wings and fluttered up, my flying was a bit crooked, seeing as my wing had just healed, but it would do. I quickly took the vent off, wiggling my way into the vent, my knife in my mouth. I crawled my way through the vent, blowing a few spiders away as I did. Wow, for a fashionista/clean-freak, Rarity sure did have dirty vents...I snorted and blinked as it echoed. Right, I was in a vent...Had to be quiet.

I finally finished wiggling my way into the vent. I peeked through the grate, and blinked. Shouldn't Rarity be making a dress or something? The whole room was dark, the windows were covered, and all of her mannequin had sheets over them. Then it hit me. I had just murdered two of Raritys' best friends. Of course she wasn't going to be making a dress. I face-hoofed and took the grate off, fluttering down and placing it on the floor. I looked around. This place looked a whole look less happy. I shook my head and started walking, slowly, of course.

My ears perked as I heard the sound of hoof-steps.
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Rarity walked into the room where her mannequins were. "I could have sworn I heard somepony in here..." Rarity whispered. Her voice wasn't as it usually was, it was raspy and sad. Her own mane and tail had mats and tangles, and her coat wasn't its' usual whiteness, it was dulled. Her pink robe was slightly discolored. She started walking, passing her mannequins as she did. She had been locked up in her boutique for a week now. She couldn't believe that Twilight and Pinkie Pie were gone... She sighed,but soon had to stop as Opal yowled at something. She turned around and looked were Opal was looking. "Oh Opal, it's just a mannequin." Rarity sighed and turned around again. She started walking before Opal yowled and swatted at the mannequin. Rarity frowned and took a step forward, yelping and jumping backwards as she heard barking, and a dragon soon crashed through the air vent, growling at Opal and chasing her around. Rarity blinked and watched the dragon, before her eyes turned to what else came out of the vent.

A mannequin.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking at all the mannequins that were covered with sheets. Her eyes flicked from one to the next. Anyone of them. She bumped into something quickly, turning around and gasping. She shuddered, just another mannequin. She swallowed and turned back around, seeing one of the sheets thrown in the middle of the room. She gasped and looked at the broken stand. She heard something run behind her, turning around and seeing no pony. The single curtain that was pulled back, allowing light into the room, was dropped. Rarity yelped, she couldn't see her own hoof in front of her face. "N-Now, D-Doodle Bug...I'm sure we can d-discuss this, l-like reasonable and m-mature m-mares..." Rarity tried to steady her voice.

It was silent for a moment.

"Not likely."

Rarity screamed as a blade went through her back, she tried tried to crawl away, clawing the ground as she coughed up blood. Opal herself yelped, being pinned by the dragon. Rarity sobbed, "Please..." She whispered, trying the spark up her magic. She didn't make it far into her spell before she was screaming again, as the knife was taken out and sent through her side. She coughed and started to close her eyes. The last thing Rarity would ever hear, was a cold, unforgiving voice hiss, "Nice try, Rares..."
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Grey sighed and brought his hoof up, feeling where his horn used to be. There was nothing that could fix a broken horn. He was a ground pony that couldn't walk now He closed his eyes. It wasn't fair... His ears perked up at the sound of someone entering the room. He lifted his head. "M-Mr. Steam...We have some good news..." A nurse bit her lip

"What is it..." He grumbled, putting his head back down.

"W-Well...Princess Celestia has...Agreed to let us do something. She said that s-seeing as you served Ponnyville in the police department since you were legal adult, and seeing as you have put an end to nearly all c-crime in Ponyville...And seeing as she feels as though she could have somehow stopped your...Accident-"

"It wasn't an accident..."

"As you keep saying...Anyway, seeing as she feels she could have stopped this from happening, she has decided to let us use...B-Black magic..."

Greys' ears perked up again. "What?"

"Y-Yes, she had agreed to let us fix your legs with black magic..."

"What about..." Grey frowned and brought a hoof up to his head. The nurse frowned, "I-I'm afraid there's no spell to fix a broken horn. At least not one that is known." The nurse sighed. Grey frowned before smiling.

"So I'll be able to walk again?"

"As far as we can tell, yes."

Grey smiled. "Cool..."

Author's Note

DECISIONS DECISIONS!

AJ, Rainbow, or Flutters next?

Orchard of Red

Do we even need to say anything this time, my little human? I think not. On to the story!

I muttered something and sat down in my little hideout. Buster curled up next to me, nuzzling into my side. I giggled and gave him a pat, pulling out my list and crossing off Rarity.

~~Twilight~~
Rainbow
~~Fluttershy~~
~~Rarity~~
AJ
~~Pinkie~~

I smiled and set the list down. I had left little Opal alive, she never did anything to me. I sighed and looked at the entrance to the cave. Which one next? I couldn't kill Fluttershy...Not after what she'd done for me. I shook my head and thought. Rainbow maybe? No, she was too strong. I needed to get her more...Defenseless. I smiled and picked up my list again. "Her..." I whispered. "It's perfect." I grabbed my knife and hopped up, "Come on, Buster. I need you to distract a certain doggy." Buster, 'err'd and got up, following me out of the cave.

I hummed quietly and peeked through the trees. It was nearly night time, the sun was starting to set over the hills, and the trees were swishing steadily with the wind. I smiled and closed my eyes for a second before my ears perked at the sound of barking. Buster tilted his head and took a step forward. "Not yet." I whispered, holding the confused dragon back. He huffed and turned in a circle, sitting down. I rolled my eyes, "Oh pouty pout." I giggle quietly and turned my head back to the trees.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. It was hard to stare at a field for an hour, especially when you have the attention span of a goldfish. I looked at the sky and grinned, "Finally. Buster, go get the doggy, maybe?" Buster looked at me and tilted his head before running off. Sometimes I could have sworn that little dragon could understand me. I snorted and grabbed my knife, walking out to the orchard.
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Buster trotted up the porch, his walking somewhat crooked as he shuffled up the stairs. He walked muzzle first into the door and blinked. He snorted and yipped. Winona lifted her head from inside and gave a small bark, wiggling out of Appleblooms' arms and trotting down the stairs. She followed the yipping to the front door and gave a small bark back. Buster tilted his head and yipped again, receiving another bark in return. He 'err'd and scratched at the door. Winona did the same and barked.

"Dangit Winona! Shush!"

Winona perked her ears up and barked again.

"Winona!"

Buster tilted his head and scratched at the door before he heard hoofsteps. "What are ya barkin' at?" Applejack opened the door and blinked. "A dragon?" She leaned down and picked Buster up. "Well, ah don't think you're a normal dragon." She looked at his collar tag and frowned. "Buster?" Buster yipped and squirmed. "Hold on, little fella." Applejack flipped the tag around, "Who's yer own-" Applejack gasped and dropped Buster, scurrying inside and slamming the door shut. Winona blinked and looked at Buster. Applejack left her out here. Buster snorted and yipped, running off. Winona barked and chased after him.

Applejack swallowed and reached a hoof out to grab Winona, only to realize she wasn't there. "Ohhh, horseapples..." Applejack bit her lip and slowly peeked out the window. She whined and opened the door ever so slightly. "Winona..." She whispered, sticking her head out. "Winona!"

Nothing.

She whined again and stuck a cautious hoof out the door, taking a few steps. "Winona!" She looked around before swallowing again and walking out completely. "Please, PLEASE, don't tell me she went out to tha orchard..." Applejack scanned the trees. "She did..." Applejack bit her lip as she heard barking and yipping. "Luna protect me." Applejack muttered, shutting the door behind her. She took a step off the porch and swallowed, heading towards the orchard.

Applejack looked around. "Winona!" She whispered, her ears flattening against her head. "Please Winona..." She swallowed and took a step forward, her head snapping up at the sound of rustling. "Winona?"

Silence.

"Winona, i-is that you?" Applejack took a step toward the sound.

No answer, again.

Applejack took another step forward before taking a step back as she saw a flash of blue. She tilted her head and jumped as Winona and Buster ran by her. "Winona!" Applejack turned around. She watched as Winona and Buster circled around, coming back to the tree. Applejack blinked as Buster skid to a stop and stared at her with as much pity as he could with his wall-eyed self. He turned back to Winona and tackled her, rolling her into a nearby hay stack. Applejack frowned and took a step forward.

"Don't move..."

Applejack froze and looked around, "Wh-Who's there?!"

"Don't. Move."

"Who are you!" Applejack took a step forward.

"Why can't you follow directions?"

"Show yer self!"

"....Look up."

Applejack blinked and looked up, backing up quickly as she saw two bright blue eyes staring back at her. She stared back. "Dear Celestia...P-Please..."

Doodle Bug tilted her head and smirked. "You sound like someone I knew..." She giggled, "Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned that you should never trust anypony, no matter how many chores they help you with, no matter how many times they help you bake cookies, and no matter how many times they write you book reports because you asked." Doodle Bug giggled again, showing her knife. Applejack whimpered as tears starting streaming down her cheeks. Doodle Bug looked at her knife, "You like it? It's from the Cakes' kitchen. One of the best knives in Ponyville. You should be proud that it's going to slit your throat. And then your sisters'." Applejack blinked.

"N-No...Not Applebloom! Ya can't kill 'er!"

"And who's going to stop me? If I do it quietly enough, nopony will ever know. Until they wake up in the morning and see the two beloved Apple sisters hanging in the orchard." Doodle Bug shrugged slightly before her simple stare turned into a glare. "Don't you dare try to move. I will catch you, no matter how fast you can run."

"A-Ah wasn't t-tryin' ta-"

"Don't lie to me, AJ. You're the Element of Honesty, after all."

"A-Ah..."

"Enough chit chat, nighty night, AJ." Doodle Bug hopped down from the tree, landing on Applejack. Applejack screamed and went to buck before Doodle Bug plunged the knife through her chest. Applejack wheezed and tried to push Doodle Bug off. "Ah ah ah..." Doodle Bug pushed her back down. "No leaving." She smiled and snatched the knife out of Applejacks' chest. "By the way, you look nice with your mane down." Doodle Bug hopped off her, starting to walk away. "Buster." She called, the small hedgedragon running out from the hay pile and following her.
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Grey Steam blinked his eyes opened and looked at the calender beside his hospital bed. One more day. Then he would walk again... He smiled and sat up. One more day and he could find her.

Cliche

No talking, it wasn't a good day... Story time...

I snuggled down down next to Buster in our little cave. The police had nearly found us earlier, poor Buster was so scared. They actually tried to hurt him. He was growling at them, trying to protect me. That's the one thing I could say about Buster, he was loyal, no matter what. I smiled and nuzzled him. I was still sore, fighting off two police officers wasn't easy... I muttered something about 'jerkwad police' and stretched. Sure, I killed four of the Elements of Harmony, and also the loving family of bakers, and two cops, and an innocent hiker, and my best friend, and I paralyzed a detective I've known since I was a filly, but they were still jerks... I huffed and reached out to grab my list. "Wonder how Rainbow will be now that I've killed AJ." I sighed and rubbed my head. "I'll figure it out tommorrow..." I put my head down and yawned. "Nighty night, Buster."

I woke up a few hours later, to the sounds of twigs snapping, and branches falling. "Come on, Envy!" I winced at the squeaky voice. "Let's get out of here!"

"Not yet, Widow told me that she's been living out here!"

I blinked. She? Was he talking about me?

"So? Why would you wanna find the den of a murderer anyway!"

"Because I think she's misunderstood."

"Misunderstood? Misunderstood?! She murdered those bakers and-"

"Yea yea yea, but didn't you here about the accident that happened before she went psycho crazy?"

"With that Derpy pony? Yea, of course."

"Well, she crashed into a stand and I think she suffered a head injury, where her frontal lobe was damaged!"

"Um, can you speak not nerd?"

"I...I think she lost her ability to choose between good and bad actions, and override and suppress socially unacceptable responses..."

"Soo....She doesn't know good from bad anymore?"

"Exactly! I think that if I could talk to her-"

"You're crazy! She'll kill you!"

"Oh shut up and go back home."

I tilted my head. I think she suffered a head injury, where her frontal lobe was damaged! I frowned. Had I really lost my ability to know good from bad? Is that why all this is happening? I slowly shuffled away from Buster. I wanted to meet this little geek.

"H-Hello?" My ears perked again. I picked up my knife with my mouth and slowly walked toward the entrance. I stopped at the entrance and stared at the pony not three feet from the entrance. He stared back at me, he looked slightly shocked, but not scared until his eyes flicked down to the knife in my mouth. I blinked and my eyes crossed as I looked at my knife. I looked back at him before dropping it, nudging it away from me. "What's the frontal lobe?" I whispered. He smiled slightly.

I curled up around Buster, staring at the colt in my den. He was looking around it, muttering about how it looked more like a home than he would think. He was right, I had decorated it a bit. After sneaking around Ponyville for a while, I had managed to sneak into a few places. I had a few books from Twilights' library, a collection of knives from Sugarcube Corner, a mannequin from the Carousel Boutique that I had drawn a face on, and a blanket and pillow I had snatched from Sweet Apple Acres. I sighed and snuggled Buster and watched the colt. I don't know why I kept calling him a colt, he was nearly the same age as me. I shook my head and watched him look around. "Why haven't you said anything?" He asked, after nearly five minutes of silence.

"Well, there's a strange colt in my den...Now, w-what you were saying out there..."

" 'Bout the accident?"

"Yea...I'm not very good with Biology and stuff," I smiled slightly before putting my head down, "So, I don't really know what the thing you were talking about is..."

"The frontal lobe?"

"Yea, that..." I sighed.

"Oh, it's just an area in the brain of mammals, located at the front of each cerebral hemisphere and positioned anterior to the parietal lobe and superior and anterior to the temporal lobes."

"...What?"

"It's a part of your brain."

"Ohhhh. Okay, so how does that have to do with..." I looked around.

"Well, like I said, The executive functions of the frontal lobe involve the ability to recognize future consequences resulting from current actions, to choose between good and bad actions, override and suppress socially unacceptable responses, and determine similarities and differences between things or events."

"..So, like your marefriend said, I don't know good from bad anymore?"

"S-She's not my marefriend...But, that's about it, I don't know for sure, though...You never got your head checked out, so we don't know for certain."

"Hm..."

"Yea, we should get it looked at, it could be pretty dangerous-"

"No."

"What?"

"I'm not going anywhere with anybody, and if you tell anypony where I am-" Buster snored and rolled over. I blinked and looked at him. "I was in the middle of talking..." I huffed and blew on the derpy dragons' ear and snorted back at him. The colt in front of me blinked.

"O-Okay...No going anywhere..."

"And no telling anypony..."

"Of course..."

I smiled and poked Buster, "Okay, bye bye- Erm...What's your name?"

"E-Envy..."

"Just Envy?"

"Well... No, but no one ever uses my full name, my mom barley uses it..."

"You remind me of someone..." I giggled.

"Hoop Shoot?"

"How'd you know?" I looked at him.

"...I-I've been studying you for a week now, we got an assignment in school to pick a murderer, new or old, and write a report, so...I picked you..."

"...Creepy..."

"Yea..."

"But you're not from Ponyville."

"No, C-Canterlot..."

"Oooh....Have you seen Grey?"

"Grey Steam? Yea, he let me ask him some questions."

"Oh good. Did he get the hot nurse?"

"Erm..."
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I watched as the colt walked out of my den. I told him if he told anyone where I was, that he'd burn. I smirked and snuggled under the blanket with Buster. "Finally, I can get some-" My ears perked at the sound of hoofsteps again. "Oh dear Faust..." I grabbed my knife and got up, muttered muffled sentences as I walked out of my den.
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I snored slightly and turned over, rolling out from under the blanket. Buster 'err'd and curled up in the blanket, taking nearly all of it for himself. I muttered something and rolled on my back, kicking my legs slightly. Buster lifted his head and stared at me before putting it back down and falling asleep. I kicked my legs again, starting to feel around aimlessly for something. I blinked awake as I heard hoofsteps, again. "Come on...Too many ponies..." I rolled back over and started shaking slightly. "Not even going to kill them..." I pushed Buster over slightly, getting some of the blanket back. He huffed and curled up next to me. I giggled and closed my eyes again. The steps got closer. "If they don't shut up, somepony's gonna die..." I growled. Buster sat up almost immediately after I had fallen asleep again. He snarled and looked as scary as a little ditzy dragon could. I blinked awake again and sat up. "What is it-" My ears perked up when I heard talking.

"Why are we even out here?" I winced. Was that the same mare from earlier? "I don't see the point in coming out here! Envy dragged me out here earlier, that little geek.."

"There's a reward out for this chick, and we're already outnumbering her, I mean, there's four of us and one of her!"

"Two counting her dragon." My ears perked up. Three different voices. But didn't he say there were four of them? I reached for my knife. "Her dragon has the brain of a dog and it can't see correctly. Really think that little mutt's gonna be a problem?" I huffed and stood up slowly, taking a step forward. "Don't call it a mutt, she might get angry." I growled as I listened to them laugh. I looked at Buster and smiled, setting my knife down. "Go distract them for a moment, hm?" Buster looked at me and trotted off. I smiled and waited.
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Buster shuffled out from the cave, going to the side of the group of ponies. He sat down and yipped. They all stopped and looked towards the yips. "Found her." One of them muttered, "Never smart to take a stupid animal with you when you're hiding." Buster
'err'd and sat there, staring cross-eyed at a tree. He wasn't stupid. Just a little...Derpy. He yipped again and fell over. He stayed exactly like that until there were ponies around him.

"Here's the dragon, where's the psycho?" Buster yipped and kicked his feet, watching as something grabbed the pony from the back of the group, hand over his mouth so he couldn't scream, and dragged him off. Buster kicked his feet again and rolled over to get up. I stared at the last three ponies. All were teenagers, like his Master. One filly, two colts. The filly was pink, with a light green mane and a pompom cutie mark, one of the colts, the biggest one, was brown with a yellow mane and a whip cutie mark, and the last colt was yellow with a grey mane, and money for a cutie mark. Buster blinked, he was more worried about the whip cutie mark than anything. He stuck his tongue out and focused, forcing his eyes to go straight so he could get a better look at the ponies. They weren't from Ponyville, he knew everypony in Ponyville. Even if they didn't know him. He was guessing they were from Canterlot, like the colt from earlier. "Ya know, whatever, as long as we have her mutt, we have her. Lock, get the dragon." It was silent for a few seconds. "Lock, grab the- Where's Lock?" The yellow colt blinked. The filly gasped.

"A-Amaze..." She pointed a shaky hoof towards a tree. The last colt of the group was hanging there.
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I watched the girl cry when they found the body of their friend. Poor guy was my age, blue mane, green coat, lock cutie mark. Wasn't his fault he was at the back of the group. I giggled, watching as all of their heads snapped up. "There was four when they came, but now there are three, I wonder who the next victim will be." I giggled again. I wanted to be a writer, so I was good at making up little rhymes. The girl started crying again. This was like a scene out of a cliche horror movie, and I loved it. I cackled and ran off. Buster watched me before falling over again.
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Buster watched the yellow colt and the filly argue.

"If you weren't so greedy, we would be at the hotel with the rest of the class!"

"Shut up!"

"Why should I? I should be snuggling with my poodle, not waiting for a murderer to kill us!" The filly yelped as the yellow colt grabbed her mane, "You should really shut up."

Buster growled at him, stopping when he let the filly go.

"Oh ho ho, the mutt feels protective?" The colt rolled his eyes and grabbed the filly again. "Not like you can do anything, you can't see right and you can't bite." He chuckled and threw the filly.

Buster growled again and tucked into a ball (Warning: Bout to get all Sonic the Hedgehog in here) and rolled, knocking into the colt and popping back up when the colt had a few spikes in his chest. The filly blinked and backed up. Buster snorted and shuffled off into the darkness.
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I watched as Buster shuffled to me, leaning against me. "Good boy." I gave him a pat and watched the ponies again. I watched the filly try to help the fallen colt. I think she had called him Amaze? I'm guessing his full name was Amazing Wealth...I had always adored the rich boy in horror movies, they were always the third one to die. I smirked, his mom and dad were going to be so upset when their little boy dies. The Wealth's were a family in Canterlot, they were basically the Rich's of Canterlot. 'Amaze' was the only child. I giggled softly and went back to watching them. The girl next, just to follow the horror movie cliche. I smiled and nodded.
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Buster watched as his Master fluttered up to a tree, getting into just the right position that they couldn't see her. She moved her flank back and forth, licking her lips. She threw a rock, watching it land a few feet away from the three ponies. She smiled and shifted again, watching all the of the ponies turn and look. She smiled and fluttered down and quickly and quietly. She grabbed the filly, much on the same way she grabbed the last victim. But instead of killing this one, she dragged her back to the cave. Buster shuffled after her and watched. Doodle Bug walked out after a few minutes. "Plot twist." She chuckled darkly. "Come on, let's go watch the show." She walked back to where the group was.
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I sat there, ear twitching as I watched the last to ponies. Amaze was freaking out, just like you would expect the little spoiled mommy's boy to. But the other one, the one with the whip cutie mark, he was just sitting there, staring dangerously close to the tree I was in. My eye twitched, I wanted to kill him next, but if I was following horror movie cliches, Amaze had to die now. I glared into the darkness at the little whip-flanked colt before opening my mouth. "Now two are gone, but two still remain, let's see how long the can stay sane." I giggled and switched trees. I rustled the tree as much as I could, switching trees again, and again, and again. I finally stopped and fluttered down, thanking the dark forest for keeping me hidden, even with my snow white coat. I sat down and waited. It didn't take long before Amaze was freaking out again, but the whip one just stared in my direction again. I glared at him through the darkness again, and he just snorted and looked at Amaze. Could he see me?

It had been about an hour before I decided to do it. "I'll give you a clue. She's by something blue." I giggled again.

It was silent for a moment.

"Wasn't there a river?" Amaze looked up. "A river...By a cave..."

"Oooo, smart one." I giggled and fluttered around, circling where the two colts were. They got up and ran off.

I waited for a few minutes before following them. I was going to hunt them while they tried to rescue the girl. Cliche as ever. I cackled and took off.
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Buster watched from the cave as the girl tried to get away. He whined and nudged her. His Master wouldn't kill her, because he liked her, and his Master wouldn't do that to him. The girl sniffled. Buster whined and nuzzled her.
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I watched them run, flying above them. I didn't even bring a knife. I giggled softly and watched them, aiming for Amaze, I dove down. I was going to love this. I landed right on him, listening to his skull crack as I landed on it. I smirked as he coughed up blood and kicked. I jumped off and watched him hopelessly try and get up. I giggled and bucked him into the nearest tree. He didn't move this time. I turned my head towards the last colt. He had been wearing a hoodie and glasses the whole time, oddly enough. I smirked. "Oh, but this isn't any fun... How about I let you go again?" Thirty second head start before I come after you. He nodded, no answer but a simple nod. I giggled. "Have fun." I fluttered up and watched him walk towards the cave. His walking made me frown, however. It was like his back legs couldn't bend... I shook my head and counted.

I got to thirty and grinned, flying crookedly towards my den.

I got there and landed. Had I missed him? He wasn't here... I huffed. "It's not nice to be late..." I muttered, peeking in the cave. The girl was still tied up, Buster was snuggling with her, but no colt. I huffed again and turned around, walking to the side of my little den. It was a minute or two before I heard hoofsteps. "How did I miss you..." I muttered, grabbing my knife and turned around. "Psychopaths don't like to be kept waiti-" I blinked. His glasses were off, his hoodie down. I dropped my knife. He was a unicorn. I unicorn without a horn. That was the first thing I noticed, the second thing was that his eyes were a shade of teal I had only ever seen on one pony. I took a step back. "No, no no no no, most definitely not, no! This isn't...I don't.." Pretty soon, I had pressed myself against the side of my den, starting to cry. "This isn't real, it isn't, it can't be, there's nothing that can..." The colt didn't do anything but lean forward and whisper something in my ear. I whimpered and slid down. "No no no no no no." I closed my eyes and rocked. When I opened them, he was gone. Buster walked out of the den, whining and looking at me. I shakily got up and walked inside, grabbing the filly. She looked shocked that I was crying. "...It can't." I raised my knife and she gave a muffled scream. "He isn't..." I plunged my knife through her chest. "There's no way..." The filly screamed and thrashed. I stabbed her again. Over and over, spraying blood over me. I kept screaming, 'He can't be! It's not true! IT'S NOT!' and I think Buster left a little while after that, sitting outside the den and watching. I dragged the filly out, throwing her next to Amaze. I slowly walked back to the den, sitting next to Buster. I picked him up and cuddled him, rocking back and forth.
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Buster stared at his Master. He was sad that she had killed the filly, but she had a good reason. At least, he thought she did...He whined and pawed her, trying his best to give her a 'what happened' look. She looked down at him. "Double chocolate chip cookies with gummy bears and sprinkles...That's what he said." Buster blinked. That was what his Master brought Detective Grey Steam every Saturday. It wouldn't be so surprising if it weren't for the fact that no one else knew what was in the cookies except Grey and Doodle Bug.
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Grey shook his head and popped into Zecoras' hut. Amazing what a simple disguise potion could do.

Author's Note

Yea, bout 'It's not all Butterflies and Rainbows' I decided to make this first cause I just rewatched all the Jason movies...

Also, SO MANY OCs!!!!!

It's not all Butterflies and Rainbows

Here we are, the end of my story.

I stared at my dens' ceiling, blanket over Buster and I. "He can't walk. I made sure of it. It wasn't him." I whispered. I think Buster was worried by this point. That's all I had said for three days. I finally stopped and directed my attention to the piece of blood-stained paper next to me. I had messed with it after I killed the filly. I just sat there, covering all the names but Rainbow Dash in blood. "How." I whispered. My eyes flicked to the books I had stolen from Twilights' library. In big, black letters, it said, The Study of Blackmagic.
I gasped slightly. "No...Celestia banned it...But maybe..." I tilted my head. "No! Yes? Impossible! Nothing is impossible, just unlikely...But this is- No...It could be...But..." I collapsed, staring at the wall and arguing with herself. "No! No no no! But maybe?" I whispered, curling into a ball. Buster was already gone, he walked out when I collapsed. I looked at my list. He was supposed to hate me, I broke his horn, I paralyzed him, I killed most of the Elements, and I killed ponies in front of him, but he still...He still forgave me. He forgave me for all of it, and I just kept trying. Why wasn't I feeling sad? Remorse? Why wasn't I feeling anything else but...Anger? Anything but hatred? I tilted my head in confusion, my ears flattening against tangled mane as I stared at the cold cave floor. "What's wrong with me?" I whispered, a hint of sadness in my voice as it wavered, signaling that I was trying not to cry. I knew why, but I didn't want to think about it. But...I knew I had to. What the colt said, about my frontal lobe being damaged. I was broken. I didn't even know if I could be fixed...I bit my lip and put my head down. Why couldn't I cry?
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Rainbow Dash sniffled and slowly walked into the Ponyville Cemetery. Their funerals were today. She had to stand in front of everypony and talk about her friends. She didn't think she could do that, she knew she couldn't, for Celestias' sake, she was barley in the cemetery and she was crying. Fluttershy had tried to calm her, all while falling apart herself, but nothing would work. She wanted to hunt the monster who did this down, watch the light go out in her eyes as- Fluttershy interrupted her thoughts by falling down and sobbing. Dash sighed and sat down next the the yellow Pegasus.
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I picked my head up lazily. Why was I so cold? With shaky hooves, I pushed myself up. "Buster?" I muttered, looking around the cave. It was getting dark, he should have been back by now. The first thing that struck me was not fear that he could be hurt somewhere, nor was it shock. Just anger. Again. I sighed and walked out, my body still shaking as I took a few steps out of my den. The first smell that hit my nose was a metallic smell that made my wings flutter, and my nose twitch. I frowned.

It took a while. I found it though. His body. My poor little dragon...I'd spent everyday of my childhood with him, and most of my teenage days. I still can't cry about it. I still can only sit here and think about how I found him. Someone had set it up, someone had murdered my dragon. I remember thinking something, and before I could think over what I was doing, I was running.
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Rainbow Dash walked in her house, she wanted to make sure she was out of public before she did this. She slid down the door, covering her face. Why? Why?! Her friends, all of them except Flutters! Why would she do this? Rainbow sobbed quietly, hugging herself as she rocked. That's when she opened her eyes and noticed something. A peice of paper, in the middle of the floor. She pushed herself up, wiping her eyes. She cautiously walked towards it. It had her friends names written down on it. Her name was circled for some reason. She frowned deeply, staring at it before she heard something move behind her. She spun around, catching whoever it was off guard.
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I didn't expect her to turn around, which is why I was so shocked. I was so shocked I stood there for a second. Which is what lead to me being bucked in the face. Which, in case you didn't know, hurts. A lot. I hit the wall at a surprisingly fast speed, and groaned, dropping my knife. "You were supposed to stay still and die quickly, but you won't do that, will you?" I tried to get up, but she knocked me down again, hooves now on my neck. I kicked my hind hooves, but she didn't seem to care.

"You....You killed them. For no reason." She sobbed, pressing harder on my neck. Why couldn't they just accept their deaths with dignity? I kicked again, hitting her back legs and knocking her down. On her way down, I bucked her in the jaw. This was going to get messy...I scurried up and went to get my knife, barley reaching it before she grabbed my tail and yanked me back to her. I clawed at the floor, trying to get away from her. She slammed down on my wings, making me scream and push myself up. I knocked her off me again. I tried to scurry away, not making it very far before she grabbed me, flipping me over and hitting me. "Why." She whispered, over and over, putting a hoof on my neck. My vision started darkening after a few minutes, and no doubt, my face wasn't looking to good. I hurt so much that it had gone numb. I reached a hoof out to grab my knife, my eyes going wide as it was placed in my hooves with magic. I grasped my knife, driving it into Rainbows' side. She screamed and let go of me. I pushed myself up. My nose was bleeding, and my entire face was bruised. I was pretty sure some of my teeth were missing...I pinned her, putting the knife against her throat. That was when she burst in. That yellow Pegasus.

"Please don't!" She shouted, shaking in fear. I looked at her. "Please, not her." I stared at Fluttershy for a second before looking back down at Rainbow. I climbed off her and walked out the door, shoving Fluttershy out of the way.

"Fluttershy! Why would you let her get away!" Rainbow hopped up.

"Good question." I muttered, hopping off of Rainbows' cloud.
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I walked into town that night. I didn't care now. I wasn't gonna kill them all. As I walked down the street, I noticed ponies peeking out of their windows. Of course. I stopped in the middle of the street, putting my head down. What was I? A monster? I nodded. That sounded right. I was a monster. But I didn't feel like one. I heard hoofsteps. I looked up, seeing somepony there. He had a grey mane, with a broken horn under a hood. "You can't be walking." I whispered, staring at him. "Unless they used black magic, yea?"

He smiled and nodded, taking the hood down. He stared at me with those lavender eyes.

"Why are you still so loyal? After what I've done?"

He sighed, "You...You saved me, when I was just a little foal. You pulled me out of that lake when Slick dropped me. I can't just start hating you, even if you do turn into...this." He chuckled and leaned forward, kissing my forehead. "And, if you don't mind, I need you to do something." He put his forehead against mine and smiled.

"What is it..." I whimpered. He whispered something I didn't really expect in my ear. I froze when he said it. "What does that even mean..."

"Remember what Hoop told you last Hearts and Hooves Day?"

I thought back.

"It's quite simple, actually! When ponies go into comas, sometimes they create a world in their own imagination, and mix in what's happening outside of their mind, into their own world, they can dream of anything, from sunny skies and beaches to monsters and darkness. I wonder what it would be like to do that!"

"No."

Grey smiled and nodded, "Just wake up. Don't live in this hell anymore."

I stared at him. "I created a hell, in my own mind, instead of fluffy bunnies, I dreamed of being a murderer."

"They're coming for you, Doodle. Hurry. Just wake up."

I think the story has caught up to us.
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Doodle Bug sat up in a bed. She was wearing a hospital gown, and had needles in her arms. She gasped and started shivering. A loud, obnoxious snoring filled the air, along with a quick beeping. She looked to the side and saw a dark grey Pegasus sprawled out across two chairs, his legs over a silver unicorn. "What..." A nurse ran in the room, but skid to a stop as she saw Doodle Bug sitting up. Grey stopped his snoring and looked up, seeing Doodle Bug also. He pushed Hoop down, running over to the bed.

"You're awake. " She stared at him. "What?" He stared at her in return. She put a hoof on his horn and then looked at Hoop.

"All in my head." She whispered.

"What was?" Grey stared at her. She went to get off the bed, but Grey stopped her. "Whoa! You've been in a coma for three weeks! You still have some massive trauma from hitting that stand!" She stared at him.

"What stand?"

"The stand Derpy knocked you into, the doctor said if you would've turned your head just a little to the left, you could have damaged your frontal lobe. And, in case you didn't know, that wouldn't be very good."

She stared at him again and looked at Hoop. "So I didn't really damage it...It was all in my head. Which means..." She grinned, knocking Grey over as she hopped off the bed, ripping the needles out of her arms before she could think about it. She scurried out of the room, and down the hallway. Out of the hospital, and then into the road. She skid into Sugar Cube Corner and stared at Pinkie.

"Hey! You're awake! I need to throw a 'I'm So Happy You're Not Dead' Party!" Pinkie shouted. Doodle Bug scurried over to Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, who barley acknowledged her as she picked them up and hugged them. She had so many places to go, so many ponies to apologize to. She had wondered why she could kill the Elements so easily. She knew why now.

Author's Note

Yea, went for the cheap and easy ending. Sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER. I was gonna add tons more chapters, buuuut....

All Wrapped Up

Well, that's it. It's been a few years since I've seen you, little human! Quite amazing though, isn't it? My mind works in such mysterious ways. I apologized to so many confused ponies, and I cuddled my cute little dragon, and I went home an innocent mare! I was back to screaming at horror movies and nearly throwing up when I saw blood. I was back to my normal self!

It finally all turned out okay, the coma faded from everyone's minds, and even though it took me a while to stop having nightmares, it faded from my mind too. No more knives, no more blood, no more screaming.

Well, at least...not until today. A letter showed up, addressed to me with a red ink soaked through the paper. I opened it as soon as Hoop handed it to me, only to see...Well...

Dear Mr. Mothman, man me a moth hand.

Author's Note

This is literally just a shitpost chapter, it's here for whenever my friends read this dreadful story.

Maybe they'll laugh and not make fun of me :trixieshiftright: