Keep The Gears Turning

by Imperium Bedlam

Rating: teen
Tags: Mrs. Cake, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Colgate, Dark, Sad, Roseluck, Romance, Original Character, Tragedy, Main 6
Length: 2548

A collection of short horror/thriller stories I write when I feel like it. They can range from gore filled to slightly spooky to just plain sad.

A collection of short horror/thriller/scary/spooky/sad stories/other that may horrify, thrill, scare, spook or bore you. Any of these can be used as prompts I suppose, but t least give credit to the basic idea plez. And before anyone asks, there is no coherence between story content/quality.

There is a list below describing;
The name of the story - The characters (seriously) involved - And a little blurb about it

~The List~
Brushie, Brushie! - Colgate and Roseluck - Expect drills and tooth floss.
Pinkie's Singing Telegram! - Pinkie Pie, duh - This is your singing telegram, I hope it finds you well!
Cupcakes! - Pinkie Pie and Mrs. Cake - Not quite what you think it is. [REDACTED]
The Sound of Hooves - Rarity - Almost poetic.
Rotting Apples - Applejack - Sometimes we create our own journeys.
Hello? - Fluttershy - 2spooky4me
Trapped - Twilight - Under Construction
Pinkies Pizzeria - Lemon Drop and Robopones - Slight twist on the original idea but its a short story so who gives a flop?
What Words Can't Describe - You and guess who - Read the title.

Published 2014-04-12 16:40:04 UTC
Last updated 2015-04-10 15:39:31 UTC

Brushie, Brushie!

Closer and closer came the sound. It whirred and screeched, unfazed as drill met metal. The pony holding it in their magical grip only moved slower as her smile grew wider and she lifted up a few more tiny drills. She moved them around in a way similar to how an artist would move a brush. Slowly up and down in the air while she just leered at Colgate, tracing her outline with one drill before shooting through it with another.

Colgate herself screeched and tried to move away but her tiny legs would only move so fast. There was a sickening squelch when the drill came into contact with her right hind leg, never losing it's rotation. She held back a scream as her eyes watered, using her magic to feebly pull at the drill that stubbornly pushed itself deeper into her skin. After a strong tug it was out and Colgate ran with tears running down her muzzle and a slight limp.

"Where are you going Colgate?" came the voice of her tormentor. It was a calm voice without the barest hint of worry, but with a mocking undertone that betrayed her feeble attempts at tricking her. "Come back Colgate, it's time for your check-up!"

She could hear an insane laugh following her ramblings, a laugh that only caused her more worry because it never seemed to get further away. "Go away please! I don't need to have a check up!" She was pleading her heart out now and they both knew it, "I make sure to brush every morning and night! I swear!" yet they both knew it would get her nowhere.

"Come now Colgate, don't tell me you forgot to floss!" Colgate could see a piece of floss stretched between the white walls and she made to jump it, only for it to speed towards her and dug itself into her front left leg. It only found resistance when it came into contact with bone so Colgate screamed louder while trying to use her magic to pull the floss out of her leg.

Meanwhile the sounds of drills got closer and closer while Colgate pulled and pulled. With a rush of adrenaline she managed to snap the floss off the wall, her victory however was short-lived as the floss seemed to grow longer and wrap around her other leg before going to her hind ones. She screamed and kicked out but it quickly wrapped her hooves together and she somehow ended up on her back from all the struggling.

"Come on now Colgate, what do I always say?"She was towering over her, a silhouette covering her features while the drills circled around her. "Brushie!" One drill shot towards her and buried itself in her cheek, easily skewering through the flesh to grind against her teeth. "Brushie!" Another drill got the other side of her face. She screamed and tried to use her tongue to push them out but the speed of the drills made her tongue get caught up and wrap around it, slowly pulling it around until it snapped off which only made her scream louder.

The figure smirked in front of her, expressing a sick sense of pride and accomplishment. Unlike the first two times, she muttered the last word in a serious tone that would've taken Colgate off guard if she wasn't screaming in pain. "Brushie..." Colgate miraculously screamed louder than she already had been as the drill moved directly between her eyes. Time seemed to slow down as it came closer and closer, her eyes following diligently until the tip made contact with her face....

...and she woke up in a cold sweat, facing towards her alarm clock as the minute ticked by and the alarm went off. Colgate lay there a few moments until the fear subsided,  concentrating on the sound of the alarm, until she finally turned it off. Slowly she got out of bed and began her daily routine.

Get breakfast, get proper, get ready for work, get going to work.

Luckily for though her, work was only a trip down the stairs and she smiled as she saw a customer outside the front door already. She calmly hung the 'Open' sign on the door before opening it to let the mare inside, her name was Roseluck as far as she could remember. "What brings you here today Roseluck?" Despite the nights hauntings Colgate had a pleasant tone I her voice.

"Just getting my monthly check up Colgate, nothing to worry about, I really don't think I need it though." Colgate smiled and nodded before moving down the white hallway.

"Right this way then, have you made sure to floss and brush your teeth twice a day?" She calmly led Roseluck inside a white room. Roseluck moved in cheerfully and took her usual seat.

"I made sure to brush but I can't seem to remember to floss, shouldn't be that much of a difference though." Roseluck just shrugged, relaxing back in her seat and not noticing Colgate flinch a bit at her words.

Colgate sighed and moved over to Rose with her usual drill in her magical grip. "Open wide and say ah!" Rose followed her instructions and Colgate slowly lowered the drill to her mouth. "What is it that I always tell you ponies honestly?" Roseluck was looking a bit distressed now, Colgate never usually just started drilling.

"Brushie," Colgate shoved the drill down Roseluck's throat, reducing her screams to panicked gurgles. "Brushie," she moved it further now, twisting it around before lifting it out of Rose, leaving her to gag on her blood, "Brushie!" with a small amount of effort Colgate pressed the drill against Rose's skull, pushing it to dig deeper and deeper into her forehead while Roseluck let out a loud scream...

...into her empty bedroom. After a few seconds she finally calmed herself down and decided to get ready for her day.

Get breakfast, get proper, water the garden, pick the freshest Roses.

Her day came to a screeching halt though once she got a good look at her calendar. Her hooves shook as she dropped her Roses and fell onto her haunches for today was the day that everypony in Ponyville dreaded, for today was Rose's scheduled "Check up day..."

The Sound of Hooves

Cupcakes!

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

Squeak...

"Oh that Pinkie, how many times do I have to tell her to turn off the tap when she's finished cleaning?" Mrs.Cake sighed before casually exiting out of the kitchen, taking a quick glance around the bakery for anything out of place and nodding to herself. "Well, it was a busy day today but we got through it well, didn't we dear?"

Mrs.Cake looked over to the counter after hearing a gentle thud, giggling to herself as Carrot stood up while rubbing his now sore head. "It sure was unfortunate for us that Pinkie’s sister decided to visit during one of the busiest days of the week.”

For her part Cup just laughed at her blushing husband before giving him a kiss on the cheek, “It was so smart of you to bake a dozen muffins in advance for Derpy dear.” His blush only grew a bit brighter as he smiled and kissed her back before they both nuzzled each other.

This continued for a few moments before they were interrupted as they heard a loud bump come from the basement downstairs. Both of them sighed while Cup quietly muttered under her breath. “What does she get up to down there? Maybe we should tell her to quiet down or she’ll wake the twins.” No sooner had she said this when the sounds of crying foals were heard.

With a groan and a shake of his head, Carrot moved towards the noise. “Don’t worry Cup, I’ll go take care of it while you tell Pinkie.” He sounded reluctant but he had gone anyway, a fact that made Mrs.Cake very proud that she had married him. She nodded slightly and moved off towards the basement…

Snip…

Snip…

Buzz…

The pony slowly opened her eyes reluctantly, and after a few moments of blinking she realised she was in pitch darkness. ’No..’ she’d thought to herself, ’there’s something on my face.’ Just as this thought entered her mind the blindfold was removed and she quickly shut her eyes as a blaring light was shone directly into them.

“Oh wake up already, I put in quite a bit of effort with your mane so the least you could do is appreciate it.” The voice seemed smooth and slightly high-pitched. For some reason it sounded familiar to the pony but she could not match it to a face.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked in front of her where there stood a large mirror. Sure enough her forehooves had been shackled overhead and far apart while her hindlegs were tied together and connected to the bottom of the slab she was kept on.

Looking further down she saw the pink mane clippings under her hindlegs, a quick look back up the mirror showed her face. Gazing back at her was not the face she was used to seeing, her usual positivity had been dashed and what she now saw was a bald, crying, wreck of a pony with some sort of strap keeping her muzzle closed.

For a few moments she panicked, flailing her hooves in their bindings wildly as the desire to escape rose up within her, a flame of hope that burned brightly. At the time, the pony had never realised how easy it was to douse a fire.

After much flailing she managed to get a hoof free, knocking over the overhead lamp to the side and clouding her vision with darkness once more. This managed to annoy her captor, who quickly turned on a light before grabbing the pony’s hoof.

“Shut the buck up already! You ruined the mood lighting and there are foals sleeping upstairs!” Getting annoyed with the crying mare, she grabbed a skewer from nearby and drove it into her hoof. The mare’s muffled screams grew louder for a few moments before quieting down to sobs.

“That’s better, now, lets get you tied up again and see what I have available.” After calmly shackling the pony’s hoof back up, and making sure to lock it this time, she went out of the pony’s vision behind the slab and picked up a rather large cake knife.

“Well this is certainly fitting isn’t it? The baker dies from a cake knife, so tragic. Did you know those straps on your muzzle were leather dearie? Quite astonishing some of the things I found down here.” The pony panicked as her captor came back into view again, wielding the knife as if it was just a toy and placing it on the tray from earlier.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure Carrot won’t miss you too much. After all…” With a grunt of effort she stood up on her hindlegs, a hoof on either side of the pony’s head as she leaned in close, “he won’t need you as long as he has me.” She giggled and hopped off the slab before picking up the knife again, holding it against the mare’s cutie mark.

The mare just screamed more, tears staining her coat as she tried and failed to move away from the knife slowly digging into her hip. “Oh come on now dear, you’d think after all this time of doing it yourself you’d be content with being on the receiving end.”

The mare stopped completely, staring into the pink eyes of her captor with a look of shock, disbelief and curiosity. The pony looking back just laughed more, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out. “You thought I didn’t know? Carrot I guess wouldn’t have found out, he’s been so worried over the twins. I, on the other hoof, know everything you’ve been doing, Pinkie.” Mrs.Cake unceremoniously stabbed the knife into one of the balloons on the mares flank, eliciting more muffled screams from pinkie.

Slowly, deliberately, Cup dragged the knife from one balloon to the other and crossing them out with the blade of the knife. “Don’t worry Pinkie, I’m nowhere near as horrible as you, I would never kill another pony.”

She used the knife to peel off the triangle of skin before pinning it to the other side with the knife. “No Pinkie, I’m just going to lock you up down here and let you rot.” Cup  kicked out a support under the slab which caused it to fall backwards quickly and Pinkie to choke between screams from the sudden jolt.

Mrs.Cake smiled as she pushed the slab out of the room and into a corridor. Pinkie saw the remains of her previous victims as she passed their rooms. Bonbon was still hanging upside down, supported by the hooks in her hooves. Berry was still strapped to her chair although cider was slowly leaking from her sides as her body had begun to rot. Octavia was still srng up on a wooden board, piano wire having serrated her body into four neat slices.

One by one Pinkie looked on at her kills, noting how they seemed to be more creative depending on how recent it was. She would’ve smiled if she weren't in excruciating pain. When she came to a the last room however, she saw it empty but for black walls.

Mrs.Cake just opened the door, pushed Pinkie in, and closed it behind her. “Don’t worry Pinkie, I’ll make sure to feed you everyday until you’ve learnt your lesson.” Pinkie noted the shackles were now unlocked and she quickly broke free, untying her hooves in a hurry. All too late though as Mrs.Cake was already long gone, so she resolved herself to banging uselessly on the door.

Mrs.Cake calmly walked through the corridor. Coming up to the last room she sighed and knocked on it a few times. “Pinkie, no more banging around down here. You managed to wake up the twins. You don’t want to get punished again do you?”

Cup smiled to herself as she heard  the shuffling of hooves and a reluctant “Yes... Mrs.Cake...”

“Good girl, now be good and next time I let you out make sure to turn off the tap alright?”

Yet again all she heard in reply was “Yes... Mrs.Cake...”

Her smile grew wider as she peeked in through a window and spotted a despondent Pinkie Pie, lying against a wall. “Goodnight now Pinkie.” she said in a smooth pitch before going back down the corridor and up the stairs, locking the door behind her before going over to hug her husband and nuzzle her foals.

Rotting Apples

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Hello?

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What Words Can't Describe

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Pinkie's Singing Telegram!

tHis is your singing tELegram, we hoPe it finds you well! you're invited to a party because we think you're really swell! guMmy's turning, turning, turning, turn turnturn! The fEstivities first rate! there will be- invited to a party- gather 'round for a group hug! no need to bring a gift, being there will- tHis- tELegram- hoPe- birthdays mean having fun with friends, friend, friend, end end end! it won't be the same, say yes! so please, oh PLEASE H-E-L-P-M-E and come and be our guest!