Dexter

I realize that in my excitement I may have forgotten indtroducions. My name's Dexter Morgan. I'm not sure why I am the way I am,I just know that it removed all sense of emotion... I'm not unhappy about this though. I've always found that emotions cause weakness. I'm also the killer of killers. I fake every single emotion and I fake them very well. The code of Harry Morgan keeps me in check...insures I don't go beyond my boundaries. I enjoy killing but I could never kill an innocent. Especially not a filly. The first rule of the Code: Don't get caught. The number one rule is to ensure my survival thus the first rule. The second rule: NEVER kill without conclusive evidence. I pick a possible target and vet them, find evidence. Any evidence, then I prepare a kill room. Plastic sheets, stops any blood from getting on the floor. The key is to cause a missing pony investigation, not a murder investigation.

For a stallion who believes in no higher power, I understand the importance of ritual. When it should be upheld.. and it may be time once again. Mr. Cake... runs a bakery lovely donuts, my favorite. A few months ago his wife and son went missing and he claims to have saw nothing. Yet I can see it in his eyes, he doesn't feel regret. He has the same look in his eyes as I do.

"Mornin' Dexter!" He happily said, as I walked to the counter.

"Good morning Mr. Cake." I responded enthusiastically. "Same as usual." He nodded, and he pulled out the donuts.

"Had them ready for you." I'll remember if I kill you. He smiled and I took them using my magic.

"So I'm a regular now?" I asked and he nodded enthusiastically. I heard a bell, then Mr. Cake sighed and said

"That's the cupcakes ready." He said in a tired tone. "You should try them there's a new recipe." I nodded.

"I'll be sure to. Anyway, gotta go tell Pinkie I said 'Hi.'" Or don't, I find her kind of annoying. I left the bakery, and walked to my work.

I work at the Apple Orchard. Not the best job, I know. I used to be a blood spatter analyst in Canterlot but things changed.b I keep in touch with the guards that's how I get access to those who are suspects, and those who are not. I walked past the train station, where a train stopped. Nopony on interest on board. I'd vet Mr. Cake for the murder after the work day. Everypony kept trophies, even me. My blood slides. I find that blood is the only thing that keeps the chaos at bay.

The only thing.