My name is Rouge Glory, and I am going to tell you my story. I was born with Heterochromia, a disease which causes someone to have two different colored eyes. In my case, one is green and one is blue. It’s a strange and rare disease and my parents saw me as a freak. They paid no attention to me even though I was an only child at the time. My parents were poor and couldn’t afford to take me to school so we checked out library books a lot for my education. I got interested in human anatomy and one day when my parents were out shopping, I found my mom’s old set of surgical tools and would practice dissecting frogs or mice I found in my backyard. I started getting really good at it and was basically an expert at it. My dad finally found a job and I had started school in tenth grade. By the time I was in eleventh grade I already had a daily bully. She came up to me one day she called me names and snatched my lunch out of my hooves as I ignored her.
"Hey! Give it back!” I shouted at her.
She smirked at me and dumped my food on the ground and stepped on it. "Oops, sorry. My hand slipped."
Having had enough, I stood up and glared at her while she returned my glare with a challenging stare. "What's your problem?"
"The problem is you. You freak of nature." She said as my hands clenched by my sides. I already knew I was a freak so why wouldn't she just quit it? For some reason unknown to me, I felt like fighting back today.
"I may be a freak, but at least I don’t seek attention from everyone I see!" I snapped at her. Her cheeks flushed red and I felt satisfied with it for only a second before she slapped me and tugged on my hair. I kicked her in the shin and she hopped around before glaring directly at me. Around us, students were chanting 'Fight, fight, fight, fight!' Did they seriously have no life that they have to watch and even encourage us to fight?
The teachers came over, but I just delivered a punch on the girl's eye that will probably swell up in a few minutes or so. Too bad that they thought the fight was started by me. Some of them rushed over to the girl and took her to the Nurse while she left me to face some consequences. I was yelled at for a good hour and even though I tried to convince them that the girl started it, they didn't believe it. I realized that nobody ever will believe me since in their eyes, I was a freak. They called my parents and they came. I was left inside the office as they talked outside in muffled voices, but I knew better. They were talking about me. I was able to catch a few words such as fight, eye, and of course, the word that I commonly hear: freak.
My parents came in and I climbed in the car as we began the agonizingly silent drive home. We passed the girl's house on the way and I saw her look out the window, her eye a massive purple, and she smiled smugly at me. I don't back down without a fight so I made a gesture about her swollen eye. It was my turn to smile as she stomped angrily away from the window. My parents didn't say anything once I got home. My mother did try and come up to me and show a halfhearted smile, but she soon retreated into their bedroom.
The girl came to my house that day and I didn't know why. She said to my parents that she was there to apologize and talk to me, but I didn't believe that. I got my dissecting tools ready just in case. They weren't much of a weapon but they'd do. I was right; she wasn't here for reconciliation at all. She began beating me up, saying I needed payback. She kicked, punched, and taunted me.
"Your parents don't even love you!" She spat out and that's when I snapped. I tackled her to the ground, and punched her in the face. Amazed by my own strength, I continued to punch her. I had never seen a real heart before and they looked interesting in pictures so I grabbed my dissecting kit, gagged her, and got to work. I slowly opened her chest, chuckling as I saw tears in her eyes.
I frowned at the ribs obscuring the beating heart inside. My frown immediately turned to a big grin and I grabbed the ribs and just pulled them out, but the muscles didn’t give way as easily, so I kept pulling and tugging, giving the girl more pain. They finally gave way and by that time the girl was dead.
My hooves tossed her lungs away and I cut her heart from the rest of her body. I stared at it in fascination, so this is what the heart looked like. Experimenting, I bit into it, sending its juices spurting everywhere and blood dribbled down my chin. This was far better than any food. I kept eating until nothing was left. I licked my chin and stared at the girl's dead body. I grinned and said "Have fun in the afterlife" and kicked her body. I aimed for my parents next, but as I saw them, smiling and laughing, my heart shattered. I couldn't kill them. I couldn't bring myself to. And so, I fled the house before my newfound greed to eat hearts consumed me and I end up killing them as well.
I had been on the news a lot after that. I am not surprised though. A crazy lunatic going around eating the hearts of other ponies would scare some ponies. I couldn’t go anywhere public because everypony knew who I was. I lived in the woods because as soon as I wandered in, I couldn’t find my way out. I found a few streams, so I could drink water and I found some small creatures such as rabbits so I had a little bit of food. One day, a tall stallion approached me. I couldn’t make out what he looked like at first, but when I took a closer look, I saw that there was a blue mask on his face with black blood dripping out of his eye sockets.
I looked up at him. ”who are you?”
“My name is Eyeless Jack. I am a creepypasta. Are you by any chance rouge glory?” he looked down at me
“Yes, I am. Why are you asking?”
“Slendermane has been wondering if you wanted to come and live with us all as a pasta”
“Sure, I guess” I had no idea why I was following him, but I did. It just felt… right. I felt like I could trust these pastas. We finally arrived at the mansion. Turns out I wasn’t too far away from it.
“This is slender mansion” jack said as he rang the bell. A white stallion wearing green with black eyes and red pupils opened the door. “Rouge, this is ben. Ben, this is rouge. We exchange waves and ben goes back to his game. He introduces all the other pastas. Jeff the killer, Hoodie, Masky, Laughing Jack, and of course Slendermane. There were a few others such as Ticci Toby and Homicidal Liu.
“pleasure to meet all of you, but where would I sleep?”
“follow me.” jack said as he ascended up the stairs and walked down the long corridor to a room
I followed and opened the door. It was a large room with a king sized bed in it. the largest bed ive ever slept in was a twin bed, so this was a huge step up.
“feel free to decorate as much as you would like to” jack says as he walks in after me.
I nod and go back downstairs. All of a sudden, I see pinkamina trot up to me. but shes as pinkie pie. I can tell its pinkamina beacause of the grim looking eyes.
