Butchershy Returns

After the party I went home and laid in my bed. Angel slept beside me and a couple birds slept peacefully on my bed post. I looked out the window at where my shed used to be. I kinda miss the place... the rotten flesh stench still hasn't left my mind. But the thing that rages through my mind even more: what happened to Pinkie Pie? I tossed and turned all night. The next morning I was delirious from my sleepless night. I flew to Cloudsdale hoping to find Rainbow Dash to tell her about my night and worries. I went to the rainbow factory hoping to find her there. No sight of her. I went up to a short grey pony hoping he would know where she was.

"Um... H-hello... I was wondering if u knew where rainbow dash is?"

He turned around. I gasped. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Clutsershy. Rainbow Crash isn't around." I can't believe it! It's one of the old bullies that teased me in flight school! "Haven't seen you in a while..." he continued as he laughed and walked away. I lowered my head and continued searching. I bumped into a tall, tan stallion.

"U-um excuse me I was wondering-..."

He turned to face me as he said, "Butchershy? Did they finally let you out of the asylum?"

"W-what? T-that's not true!" I continued to lie to him. "I would never ever hurt my animals!"

"Don't lie, my friend was in the same place. He told me u were there."

I put my ears back, "the brown one..." I never cared to call them by their names.

"We have names you know. Anyway see you late-" he was suddenly interrupted by the screamed and cries of pegasi behind us. I ran over to see the gray pony laying lifeless on the clouds. It looked as though he had been stabbed four times in the chest... I stepped back and looked back at the tan pony. As he was about to say something, a pink hoof with a knife came up from the clouds and slit his throat. I was stunned as he fell motionless off the cloud. I quickly looked over the edge as he fell... until he hit the ground head first. His skull cracked, as his body went the opposite way of his head. The slit in his neck grew larger, ripping tendons and muscles. Eventually his spine was showing as his weigh caused the ripping of more flesh. After seeing this, the pink hoof came up again with a hammer, and knocked me out.