Laughing

by Gamel_Lightshow

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Sad
Length: 4154

They say that all sounds mean different things. Laughing is one of them.

Laughing. It can mean happiness, sadness, and even insanity. It can provoke many emotions. That's why Pinkie is the element of laughter. But she doesn't do it all alone. She has a friend to help her with all this. To help her plan out which laugh is needed for which activity. He's the besties friend that anypony can ever ask for.
(Creepy Pasta Story)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-05 00:42:33 UTC

Act 1: Thinking in the dark

A pony of pink coat stands head cocked, black top hat still some how perched upon her head, smile spreading across her blood caked face observing her wonderful art. It was lovely just like he said it would be. Just so lovely a beauty indeed plus it was a way to help east all the stress she has built up.. She feels a hand lay across her back and rub there as a male laughs the entire time. A laugh, light and soft, that others would consider sinister but to her it sounds just like a regular laugh. A laugh of merriment. A regular old Smiling laugh. That's why she laughs along, enjoying the time spent with her friend.

Maybe it was the excitement that dulled her senses but it didn't really matter. The door behind her opens showing more light into the dim room. The glorious light made the canvas look all the much more prettier.

"What's with all the laugh."

A clatter. A pan, a plate, or perhaps some time of utensil. It didn't really matter to her; Nor did it matter to her friend who has always said time after time to make sure to leave fear into at least one person to make things interesting. She turns around her blood caked face sprawled into a smile; her friend laughing even harder as she stands up and lays a hoof on the white coated Caracas beside lifting up one of the other creature's leg and waving it at the poor victim before them.

"Well hello there Mommy! I invited some friends over."

The other screams in horror and sadness. A sound that both monsters, as Pinkie's friend sometimes refers them as, applaud at.

"Best one we've heard so far isn't it Smiling Pink!" He says in a light tone laughing afterwards as he always does. Cause it's always funny. Everything is funny and that's how it should always be. If one was not laughing and smiling at everything than what would be the point of having ones around like them he often says.

"Sure is!" She replies walking on two legs up to the smaller pony in front of her.

The other, older pony cowers in fear at the scene before it. Urine runs down it's legs like a foal waking from a nightmare. It's eyes are shut tight trying to make what the horror before her seem unreal, not there at all, or maybe just a bad dream. A feeling on his shoulder insures that it's far from that. It guesses that the feeling could be that of her loving son. She dares opens her eyes to come face to face with her eyeless tongue-less son. The colt's jaw works up and down.

'You okay mommy?"

A blood curtailing scream with two wicked laughs fill the air before settling to just laughter. As it always does.

Tapes set off the scene. The mare in the house has already been taken care of and the body has been put away. They are saying that's insanity that drove her to this. Other's are saying it's just how sick murderers work. There could be something more behind it if I think it over, but than again they don't pay me much to think.

Looking over the wounds, if they can be considered that, it's easy to tell that this child was mutilated. It's hard to say that a mother would do this to her son. Stuff like this always makes me ask questions. Which is the hardest part of my job.

I shake my head and leave the house making sure I didn't track any blood as I did so and stop in the kitchen. A note hangs on the wall with a knife in through it. A knife I recall never being there nor the note. Curiosity peeked I take a chance and take the note from the wall and hold onto the small kitchen knife just in case. It doesn't even have that many words. Just three lines of pop goes the weasel. I shrug and take the cap from a top my head and place it in it. After all this could be great clue, but not very likely.

I walk out of the house and feel a very weird sense of uneasiness. I brush it off sense I always feel like this leaving a crime scene. I pull out my tape recorder from out of the bag around my neck..

"Today is Ponyaury Tuesday afternoon. My precise time around 2:00 P.M. A woman the name of Bubblegum Sweetheart was arrested for the brutal murder of her son. The victim was cut down his belly, intestines pulled out and slung around his neck like a noose which he hung from, also his belly seemed to be filled with different type of insects already feeding on him.

We can roughly say that he's been dead for, let's say, ten hours or so. We're going to have doctors and examiners examine the body to see. I have to say though the stench coming from it says enough to me though.

Also on a note I found a note inside the kitchen with a knife through it on the kitchen wall. Though I don't remember it being there before when I first entered, I read it and it's just a regular nursery rhyme mother reads to their foals. I consider it a clue for now but something doesn't seem right at all about this. Even now as I relook over it; it seems that the tune wants to play off key in my head. Almost like."

I release the grip on the record button and turn around hearing the music getting louder and louder. I've seemed to walk quite a bit away from the house as I tend to do most the crime scenes when I record. It's to help make sure there is no interference with the sound, but now... now there is music of pop goes the weasel  nearby almost directly behind me. But... but that seems wrong. That's the way back to the crime scene so there's no reason the police ponies would be partying at the crime scene, though I've seen worse, and even if they do than on what occasion? Perhaps they are all cahoots with the murder. It wouldn't be the first time...

I sigh and shake my head bring my solemn mood back to the top to cover my investigation like personality. After all it's my special talent. Emotions and covers. That's what they said made me a great for this type of job. I can control emotions well and I have more cover stories than I can count,or even remember.

Maybe I'm just working to hard. Lemon Slush says I do, but he's still working from seven to eleven each day. As I walk away from the sight, seeing Ponyville in the small distance, leaving the music, that I had forgetten about; that seemed to have stopped, and make my way home.

{Day 1}

I throw water across my face to take the grogginess out of me. Only three hours of sleep, but I still need to be ready for the day. I shake my head my wet black mane spraying water across the mirror; along with the rest of my brown coat. Drying the water out my eyes I begin to dry the mirror off when something catches my eye. A droplet seems to be running down in a particular way while the others stand still. After watching its  pattern I back up to observe the mirror.

It almost resembles a smiling face. Almost. I dry the mirror off ignoring the particular event and head downstairs where my hat lays on wooden table of the kitchen as well as the tape recorder and many jotted down notes. I glance over the jumbled up notes before going to the fridge and taking out a wrapped up plate as usual. There is a note on top of it from Lemon Slush that reads: "What would you do with out me?"

"The answer to that is starve." I say with a light chuckle of mine.

The words and chuckle echoes through the home I reside in. It's a lonely home. An empty home. Almost as barren as Celestia. Nobody other than myself and mother have lived in this house. Mother has passed sometimes ago so that has left me on my own. I do gain money but I've never sought after material things like others. My mother always reminded me that I should only buy things that I really need. So far I've only bought paper, pens, pencil, etc. for work. Food never crosses my mind when shopping.

I undo the wrapping to find a nice plate of beans, hay frays, and my favorite strawghetti. I throw the plate into the microwave someone had given to me as a congratulation present. It might be old as hell but it gets the job done as always. Just like me. Getting older by the minute yet I still try to get the job down.

With the food warming I roam in the living room, in front of the kitchen, and turn on the medium box T.V. The news is the first thing on as always. The caster is still talking about the scene and how the woman is mentally unstable and being rehabilitated. I scoff and wonder what people would say if she wasn't crazy. Anyone can plead craziness, but she didn't. That's what makes me wonder... as always.

A knock comes across the door pulling me out of my stupor. Since the house is small I don't have to worry about walking a bunch to get to place to place. I walk more than four hoof steps and open the door to be greeted by a pink puffy manned pony; a great friend of Lemon.

"Hey Pinks." I say turning to return to the now beeping microwave, "Did Lemon send you up here?"

"No, just thought I'd come check on how ya doing!" Pinkie says hopping into the room without a care, "Figured you might be on the case for something like what's on the news."

"Not officially, but I'm still looking into it. After all somepony might of missed out on something." I say after taking the plate of piping food to the wooden table with a cozy in my mouth, "Ah~ Who knows somepony might be a murderer."

"Maybe." Pinkie says shrugging her shoulders and hopping over beside me, "Did Lemon make that?"

"Yep! I can't get enough of her cooking! I'm pretty sure if I was to live with her I would be fat and out of shape for this kind of job." I say grabbing a fork from the bowl of utensils at the middle of the table.

"Sure does look yummy! Maybe I'll stop by hers later on tonight."

"Becarefull thought there might be a murderer about."

"Oh you don't have to worry about me silly!" Pinkie says laughing and snorting a bit, "Oh yea! Before I forget!"

She hands me a note folded into a triangle, "Somepony handed me this and asked me to deliver it. Don't know what it says, but he said it's important!"

"hanks pink." I say through a mouthful of food.

I take the note and open it slowly to make sure I don't rip anything.

Who's next?

I swallow my food, "Who gave you this?"

I look at Pinkie who is no longer there. I didn't even hear a door close or open. I don't want to say she raises my suspicions but. I look at my food with a fork laying across it.  All of a sudden I don't feel as hungry.

{NIght 2}

Lemon walks through her home night gown covering her slim body even illuminating her light yellow body. She looks out window of the bottom floor towards the house of her friend. She levitates a pealed orange next to her covered in her orange hue; the same color as her eyes. She misses him. She can't help it.

Her thoughts are always of worry about him whether he is eating or not. or getting enough sleep in. He never complains about anything only when it's mentioned so nobody knows when he's suffering. He's one of the people where you have to pay close attention to in order to know how they feel. That's why she has always been on close terms with him. She wants him to feel good inside and out.

She sighs and returns to watching her sweet little child playing with her toys. Truly she's her pride and joy. She makes her life feel so complete yet incomplete. She always feels as if something is missing yet she can't point it out. Maybe it's a stallion. She would never really guess.

Just like events. She would've of never guessed the music, the laughter, and the blood that night. Never would have just like everypony else. But, she enjoyed part of her night while she did. Wishing luck upon all those under luna's glorious moon forevermore. Including herself and her daughter. She guesses that Luna's grace didn't befall on them.

Act 2:

{Day 3}

I just couldn't believe it. I never would of thought. I should've been there. It didn't seem like such a big thing then but...

"Creator damnit!" I yell and punch the mirror with my right hoof angry at the world and myself, "Why didn't I look further into it! I'm a Celestia damned detective! How did I not see this coming!"

I throw more of a fit. Putting more holes than there were previously out of rage. I just couldn't take it. When the news came that morning about Lemon and her child.

I just lost it. I waited till the ones who brought me the news left before I unleashed my feelings. I didn't want them seeing me like this. Specially when they know me for not showing emotions or facial expressions while on the case. I'm suppose to be cold and un caring when I'm not. Now... Now who ever the bastard is. They've made this personal.

But it's like a killer too. I've studied the griffons long enough to know that you kill the one's closest to the detective first to make sure you get a point across that you don't want to be found. But no, the bastard even left a note. I went up stairs and low and behold I fine a bone through my wall with a note attached.

Here is a little present from Lemon it red.

I take deep breathes before walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water. I shake my head and start drinking it down. I know screaming and destroying things will never get me far, but it just feels so great to let the tension go.

I grab my things and head out. Now I'm ready to solve more than a crime I'm assigned to. I'm ready for revenge whether someone else enacts it for me or I do it with my bare hooves.

But for right now I have a case to solve. I head for Lemon Slush's house to look for any clues. When I get there the area is still taped off and many by standers are around talking loudly and crying. I push my way through and walk past a lot of the police ponies. The first thing that I'm greeted by when I enter the house is again another kids body hanging. Lemon's kid.

Though I look at it indifferent I can't help but curse on the inside. The same thing as before happened. Except this time her chest where her heart should be in cut wide open in the shape of a heart. The sick pony or creature must have taken in. What it did with it is another story.

A roach falls from the corpse and lands at his hooves before crawling away, "So where is Lemon's body?"

One of the big burly ponies motions for me to follow. He leads me into the kitchen where I find her holding a knife into her chest with a look of shock on her face. Her right hoof lays lazily on the knife while her left hoof.

"Tsk." He left hoof is holding the heart of her child.

That implies one of two things so far. Either the murderer really wants to play a sick joke or something happened to where Lemon murdered her child and took her hear, most unlikely, and than killed herself.

I than notice some places that seem to be a struggle mark. Marks running down her right flank where she was clawed, timber wolves, juvenile dragon, or some other creature with long claws; has left its mark from most likely trying to push her away from the side. It also covers her cutie mark a bit. Than again the marks can easily be copied with the knife. First the knife would have to be examined and see if the knife fits the mark with the cuts.

Hopefully not, but than again I would be catching a lucky break if it didn't.

Walk around I notice one of the wings sprained from the sudden shock. Part of the bone towards the base is bent awkwardly. Either slammed her wing into something or a creature with very precise marking. Or just insane luck. I consider flipping her over just to check out her back to see if I can get anymore of a clue, but I would rather not mess with the evidence right now.

I back track to the entry way trying to find signs of a scrimmage of some sort. Claw marks, hairs, hell I'm having problems just trying to find blood from the entry way to the kitchen which only supports my cause that some creature had done this not Lemon. It lemon had done this than there would have been a blood trail leading from the body to her because there was a lot of blood around them both.

"Find anything interesting yet?" Somepony asks behind me.

I turn around and see miss know it all herself, Twilight, "What are you doing here."

Of all the ponies that manage to get through the line it has to be on the wannabes.

"Well Pinkie said that you might need me." She says following the blood of pool to the child's body.

I hear her breath catch in her throat but I don't pay much attention to it. I'm more concerned of why Pinkie would send her. Sure I needed someone to make sure to scan the bodies with magic to check from prints and even more evidence, but I would of simply let the clean up crew handle all of that.

That only raises Pinkie up in my suspicious list. Though than again her Pinkie sense probably told her, though that would be one hell of a pacific one. I put it to the back of my mind as I look at Twilight who's face is all green.

"It helps if ya don't look at it. Use your magic to scan the area of any sort of magic doings." I say not really sure of how magic works.

I know a bit on how magic leaves a bit of a residue that can't be picked up by normal means. I figure since Twilight is here she might as well. I look at the body of the child again as Twilight's horn lights most likely thankful she doesn't have to look at the mangled body anymore. Speaking of which, I notice that the intestines seem to be tied very precise not like with a hoof or anything. More of like witch magic or fingers.

The only creatures with hands near this area are the dragons and the great apes. But the great apes don't have claws nor do they actually come out this way. They don't make weapons and they don't eat meat.

"Hey Jubs. Did they steal anything?" I ask as a red unicorn stallion passes me by.

"Not from what I can tell." He says fixing his officer hat on his well kept yellow mane.

I swear sometimes this police ponies care more about how they look than the actual crime.

Twilight gasps aloud and the light die down, "I got something..."

I raise an eye brown waiting for her to tell me.

"It seems to be..." She says walking to the door, "Some kind of chaotic energy around the body... But I don't think..."

"Discord?" I say more of a statement than a question.

I had my guess at him. Not all criminals take to well to being locked up. The question I can't get over is why would he switch from his cotton candy ground clouds and popcorn showers to murder and bugs. It doesn't add up unless magic is involved and even than does it make this case a lot more complicated. I'm no unicorn so I can't just cast a spell to help me see things better. I have to go hard into it or else I'll miss something.

"No, I don't think so but I won't rule him out." I say as Twilight looks out the window behind me, "Something chaotic huh... Maybe another creature that can produce it off. There are a lot of chaotic creatures so I would rule it off as Discord just yet."

No reply from Twilight. She must be thinking it over as well. I wouldn't be surprised. She's the pony of the hard thinking sorts. I think it over but I tend to be quick about my short decisions.

I shake my head and walk back to the kitchen area again looking for any more clues. There I find something not there before. Another note with black and white confetti over it.

All around the dead bodies the monkey chase the weasel.

The monkey chased the weasel.

And when he thought he was gone

pop goes the monkey.

I snort. Obliviously I'm dealing with a lunatic. A lunatic that knows how to kill and leave no to little clues. He take the note and put it under my hat whipping over the confetti first. I watch as the boring looking paper shreds fall to the ground wondering why that would be here.

I shake my head and walk for the exit to see Twilight's gone. I pay no mind to it as I walk out.

{Night 3}

I walk the darkness looking around. Its a foreign place and I have the sense of familiarity. As if I'm familiar with the dark. I guess I kind of am. I'm always in the dark with every case I get.

I eventually come to a set of stairs and begin to walk down them. With each step I become a little bit smaller. It doesn't hurt my shrinkage but it does raise questions. When I reach the bottom of the steps I'm in a room that is way to familiar to me. I start to back up hoping my hooves will hit steps. They don't.

I look around the room that is bigger than it should be. I gulp and walk forward. I remember this place like the back of my hoof.

"Lucas!"

I jump at my name and the voice that calls out that name. My mother. My mother has been dead for so long. She died in a fire which left my homeless and alone. Later on did they learn that it wasn't her fault. My father set the house on fire hoping to kill me and him. They never found him either.

It made me sick. Made me want to become a detective so I could find him myself. I've been at this for so many years and I still can't find the bastard.

"Lucas!?" I hear her call out again.

Her sweet voice. Her always musical voice of a good mother. I walk forward and into the kitchen. Where I can hear her call me from.

"Ye-"

I stop dead in my tracks tears forming in my eyes. My mother stands there a skeleton and flames all round her.

"There you are! What have you been up to?" She says her eyeless eyes looking into mine.

It burns me to the core. I look away and try to run away to only find her standing behind me.

"Is something wrong hun."

I can't work my mouth. I can only look away and run and only hope the nightmare ends sooner. All the while I can here something repeat in my head. The same hysterical laughter as well as someone singing. A mare.

"Lucas' dream is burning down burning down burning down!

The nightmare doesn't end soon and when I awaken.

The nightmare continues.