
Ritual
Rituals. Some people need them to function, others can't stand the monotony. I've always fallen into the first category. But when I found myself in this...place, I needed to find a new ritual. It is not going well.
Obsessive-compulsive. Control-freak. I'm as familiar with these labels as my own name. And they're right. I live my life by a set of rituals. Waking up at the same time. Eating the same breakfast. Basic hygiene. Bringing donuts to work. Killing people.
I need rituals. I need control. Breaking my Code is unacceptable. Unthinkable.
The only problem is, according to the Code, there is not a single pony in this town that deserves my special brand of justice.
I am Dexter Morgan. Father. Widower. Forensics Blood-Spatter Analyst. Serial Killer. And as of one month ago, resident human of Equestria.
(WARNING: DEXTER SEASON 8 SPOILERS)
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