The Monsters We've Become

Fluttershy's POV

Fluttershy woke up to pools of blood everywhere. Little bloody paw prints, feathers, and scales of every kind littered the floors and walls of her home. She starts to have a panic attack. She had no idea how this happened or why. She just remembers falling asleep then waking up to this. She stops freaking out when she sees a white fur ball in the distance. She opens the door and to her horror, she sees every cute little animal she remembers taking care of or called her pet hanging from the trees by their little necks and eyeless. blood covered their bodies and their mouths hung open. she screams and starts to cry. Who would've done this?! "You did." A little voice says in the distance. The yellow pony frantically looks around, but sees no one. "I'm in your mind silly. Don't worry. I won't hurt you. I'm just here to tell you that you did this, and you loved every moment." Fluttershy hears the voice in her head again. This time instead of panicking, she laughs. She throws her head back and starts to laugh manically. A certain purple pony walks up to her and smiles. "Will you help me, please?"

Rarity's POV

Rarity was already laughing. She was conscious the whole time. She secretly went insane about a week ago. She locked herself up during the day and at night she would go out and kill other ponies for her "designs". Her friends never came to see her. They were all too busy. That was a good thing to her, she didn't need them. They'd probably steal her gems anyways.

She shoos her thoughts away and continues to sew the finishing touches of her new dress. Sadly her sweet sister Sweetie Bell had to be killed and skinned for this dress. It was a noble sacrifice for a good cause. Oh well. There were other fillies she could kill but Sweetie Bell was always coming over during the day. She was a parasite that had to be eliminated. Rarity thought nothing of it after she cut poor Sweetie open. She felt the same after she cut open her first pony after she went insane.

Rarity loaded around at her other dresses and designs. Fillies and ponies were made into hats or dresses. Some of the dresses were layered with the colorful skin of different ponies. Stallions however were made into jumpsuits, jackets, and tuxes. She treasured and preserved each everyone of them. Not one design was the same.

After Rarity finishes she pushes a bucket of blood out of the way. She had to keep the blood somewhere or her place would be a mess. She had another pony on a table with their blood pouring through a tube and into a half full bucket of blood. The dead pony was soon to be reeking of death. The white pony would have to preserve the body soon or it would stink up the house really quickly.

Rarity hears a knock on the door and she quickly goes to the door and cracks it open a tiny bit. To her surprise, Fluttershy was staring at her with a huge grin on her face. "What do you want?" Rarity asked rudely. "Well..." The yellow pony starts.