Blade

Beatrix Allison Lulamoon was born in Canterlot, but she grew up in the Trottingham orphanage. On her twelfth birthday, she ran away and started to study magic while she lived on the streets. Her best friend, Kylie Vinyl, eventually traveled with her to Fillidelphia after running away from her abusive mother. Together, they raised enough money to lease a large warehouse, which they converted into a rather popular hangout called ‘Club Hayley’. After no more than a year, they were the acclaimed by the partying community. Kylie, who donned the pseudonym DJ ‘Vinyl Scratch’ PON3, ran the music and the club itself, while Beatrix was the head of entertainment.

Entertainment meant two things. The meanings depended on the company. Public company knew Beatrix’s entertainment as the show that was put on every night; “The Great and Powerful Trixie’s Marvelous Magical Display”. The crowd would watch in awe, as the great (and powerful) Trixie would perform spectacular illusionary tricks of magical mystery. Private company however knew of Trixie’s much more expensive version.

Bluntly, Beatrix was a backstage prostitute.

Though she enjoyed it at first, it quickly became degrading and tiring. So, four days after her twentieth birthday, she left the club to be run by Kylie. She spent the first couple of months as a traveling magician; performing for a crowd free once or twice as “The Great and Powerful Trixie’s Travelling Caravan”, and then start charging.

Soon however, she found herself back in Canterlot. There, she charged a significantly higher fee and in turn was more than capable of staying in a hotel rather than sleeping in her caravan. It was on that night that she met her master, who in turn would lead her to gather the others.

       “Well don’t you feel good when you do it, honey?”

Thinking back on it, it was much better than where she was right then. Anything was for that matter. Beatrix would have rather been on her knees, drinking gutter runoff in the rain than be where she was at the time.

“It was good at first.” Trixie said honestly. “But the boys got really gross and kinky.”

“But those ones pay the best, Sugar Pie.”

“Mmmm…Pie…” drooled Plum.

Cherry Jubilee scoffed, disgusted as some of his saliva fell on her arm. She swiftly struck his jaw, sending him flying out of his nearly broken chair.

“You little fucking piggy, you!” She screamed at him.

Plum cowered where he lay. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Jubilee!” He squeaked, protecting his face.

“Knock it off, the both of you!” Trixie growled. “He says we have to be on our toes! We won’t be ready when it happens if all you losers do is beat each other up!”

“But we don’t even have all of the elements gathered yet…not that I’d want any more filth around.” reminded Octavia.

“Silence! I’m getting to it!” Trixie pointed angrily at her.

“Unlike you, savage, I was born in Canterlot among the princess’s cabinet. And not even I use ‘silence’ in my vast vocabulary.”

“Oh boy, here we go again.” groaned Lightning Dust. “The whole I-was-a-royal-bitch routine.”

“I said Quiet!” shouted Trixie.

“I thought you said silence.” Cloudchaser giggled foolishly.

“I meant shut up!” Trixie yelled. “And put that out!”

Cloudchaser instead decided to take another hit from her bong and blow it in Trixie’s face. Trixie in turn, smacked the bong to the floor, breaking it. Cloudchaser stood up, now very wet.

“What the hell, man!?”

“You weren’t sharing anyway.” Lightning Dust said rudely.

The small two queen bed apartment was bustling with argument, tension, and disharmony. Trixie grabbed her ears, grinding her teeth and growling. After boiling over, she screamed. Luckily, she had been loud enough to shut everyone up.

“We’ll never be able to do this if we aren’t uniform!”

The very second this escaped her lips the room boomed a flash of blinding lighting. All electrical power in the room went out and a low rumbling grew louder and louder in the blackness. It was much like what you would hear if you stood on train tracks and waited to be hit. Terror had stormed in and if anyone had seen the group, they would likely be confused with ghosts. Even Cherry Jubilee froze. Another lightning bolt struck and Trixie was smiling. Her eyes were gone though. Her eye sockets were simply empty. She wasn’t there. A low yellowish light illuminated from the back of her skull. It was the only source of light in the room.

A voice came from her. It sounded just a little bit like her, but it was an illusion. The real voice was deep and unnatural. It was like a monster had taken her vocal chords and used them like a kazoo.

“Uniform!?”

Trixie threw her head back and roared a deathly cackle.

“That is the very last thing I could ask for… ever!”

Trixie hovered just barely off the ground. She sharply turned her head to Cloudchaser, whose mouth was hanging open from the shock. She stared at her for endless seconds until finally lighting up her horn with a red glow and completely fixing the broken water bong.

“Enjoy yourselves!” She welcomed grandly. “Do what you love! It is after all, why you’re here!”

Trixie turned to Plum, trembling on the carpet and attempting to discreetly wet himself.

*SNAP*

A large selection of candy and pastries snapped into existence in front of him on a golden platter. He looked up, forgetting his fear instantly and began gorging himself disgustingly.

“Ha ha!” Chortled Trixie. “Plum gets it! Fantastic! Marvelous, boy!”

Cherry Jubilee unfroze momentarily to cringe at Plum’s gorging. Her face contorted into an expression of total revulsion. Trixie turned to her.

“Oh my, what a fat hog.” Trixie pretended to agree.

“Hey!” Plum shot back unenthusiastically, trying to not be distracted from his desserts.

Cherry Jubilee gritted her teeth.

“Doesn’t he just disgust you?” coaxed Trixie. “He needs some manners taught to him. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Jubilee?”

As if that sentence had been what unleashed her, Cherry Jubilee leaped at Plum and started to smack him viciously.

“You like pie, fatty? You fucking like it!? Huh?!” She screamed at him.

Plum verbally protested, but focused more on trying to crawl back to the platter for one last bite. He stopped talking however, when Jubilee jammed a fritter into his throat and started to strangle him.

Cloudchaser hardly paid mind to this as she relit her bong and started dragging. Lightning Dust scowled at her jealously.

“You just hate her don’t you?” Trixie muttered to her.

“Huh? Wha?” Cloudchaser slurred, confused.

“So lazy, yet so successful.” Trixie taunted. “You work so much harder, but all she has to do to graduate is smoke all day. Totally fair, in my opinion.”

Lightning Dust was very quick. Cloudchaser hadn’t even seen her swipe it away from her. Lightning smashed the bong on the ground once again.

“Don’t fix it this time!” She commanded Trixie.

“Hey! What the fuck is your problem, bitch!?” Cloudchaser squawked, outraged.

“No! I’m gonna say something about this right here!” Lightning spat back.

The room broke out into an uproar of madness and disharmony. Nothing was coherent any longer. Trixie hovered over to Octavia.

*SNAP*

A very handsome worker boy was in the room, deeply confused by all of the sudden dissonance he’d been snapped into. Trixie winked at Octavia, which must have been a cue of some kind because Octavia immediately tackled the boy and forced her tongue into his mouth lustfully.

The puppet master looked through his slave’s eyes into the room and saw his masterpiece as Plum stuffed himself while Mrs. Jubilee strangled him and Lightning Dust slung her worst at Cloudchaser, talking about how much she should be in her place while Cloudchaser ignored her, not caring in the least and how Octavia had pulled the stunned boy into a corner and started thrusting her hips into his.

Beautiful, isn’t it? said Trixie’s master grimly.

Trixie could say nothing. She was being choked. Her soul, smothered by his influence.

You’re missing Greed. Her master scolded. Puzzles aren’t solved without every piece.

"Please god…." She was able to moan, desperately.

I am your God. asserted the spirit of Chaos.