Do You Like Hurting Others?

by Lord Faggot

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Human, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Original Character
Length: 1572

I live to kill, and I kill to live. Transportation to another realm won't stop me. I like hurting others.

Pain, sadness, and fear. Those three emotions are what The Masked Murderer craves to extort out of other people. He loves to inflict injuries on anything that isn't himself, and kill those same things afterwards. Strangely, all his kills are on the Russian Mafia...

But what does he do in the magical land of Equestria?

Exactly what he was doing before.

(This is a crossover with the incredibly gory game Hotline Miami.)

Published 2015-05-02 13:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-02 13:40:02 UTC

Chapter 1- Murder Is Magic

A man with a chicken mask on his head and a brown jacket that has green sleeves and a large yellow B on the front sat down on a ripped chair with some springs loose.
That was fun! If only I could go there again. I should get a time machine some day, they'll have some in the 2000's, right? The masked man thought to himself. He never talks, he just thinks, ever since the first phone call telling him to go to a place, where he murdered everybody inside. Death didn't matter to him. It entertained him to watch others squirm around in pain and misery, awaiting death with open arms, but not getting it, no, not until the masked man decided it was their time.

The masked man grabbed the newspaper by his side on the table. Wonder what they're saying about me today... The masked man notices an entire page dedicated to him. Oh, let's see, reports on those who died, theories on who I am, yadda yadda... Oooh, this is interesting... They've pinpointed the neighbourhood I'm in. I'll see if they find me. The masked man gets up from his chair and places the newspaper back on the table. He walks into his bedroom and lies down onto his bed that only has a bare mattress covered in food crumbs on it. He takes off his chicken mask and places it under his bed. It feels nice to be out of that mask every once a while... It gets filled with sweat and that, that doesn't feel nice. It gets sticky! The man closes his eyes and drifts to sleep.

The warm rays of the sun penetrate the clouds and break through the curtains of the man's house and forces him to wake up. I need blackout curtains. The man slowly arises from his bed and walks to his kitchen, still half-asleep. He grabs some cereal from his cupboard and a bowl. He pours in a bunch of cereal and eats it. Dry. With his hands. I used to have milk, but then I took debt to the bank account. The man finishes with his dry cereal and drags himself to the living room and slams himself down onto the chair.

The phone began to ring. The man giggled and picked it up.

"Hi, we're calling back because we've decided to hire you! Your new job is at NE 24th Avenue, Ponyville. Hope to see you there, bye!" The man puts the phone down. Ponyville? Never heard of that place... But I guess it's time for a PARTY! The man starts to laugh like a madman, which he probably is. The man smoothly slides back into his completely trashed bedroom and reaches for the mask under his bed.

It's not there.

Damn.

That's not good. The man can't think of any other words to think. But he had many questions that he wanted to ask himself. Where was his mask? How did anybody get in? How does he find them and kill them? He had no idea. But he sure was about to find out.

The man angrily dropkicks his own door down and stomps down the stairs and throws the front door open then sticks his keys into his car and enters. His takes his keys and hotwires his own car to start. Why? He didn't give a shit. That's why. He smashes his foot down onto the accelerator and drives down the road. He's going to find the one who stole his mask, and he will torture that person.

After driving for a while, he pulls up at a random place. Better let off some steam, don't want to be blinded by rage. The man takes a horse mask from the glove compartment. It's not his favourite, the chicken mask is. The masked man reaches for a knife which is also inside of the glove compartment. He finds it and grabs it. The masked man exits his car and locks the door, then walks towards the entrance to the building. I like hurting others. The masked man slams open the door, slamming into the spine of the person in front of it, killing him. The masked man smiles and throws his knife into the dog headed straight towards him, which kills it leaving blood to pour onto the floor, because the knife had landed into it's face in between the eyes. The masked man grabs the guy from the door's crowbar and turns around just in time to smash some other guy's head in, which blows blood and parts of his brain everywhere, then heads into the room on his left. He throws the door open, somehow killing somebody who was facing it with his side. This is all too easy for me. The masked man throws his crowbar into the person in front of him, which makes him fall onto the floor, and then grabs his head and snaps it with his bare hands. The masked man exits the room and heads upstairs.

The masked man looks around. There's bodies already here. The masked man looks at all the already dead bodies. Some of them had their intestines hanging out covered in blood and... Shit? What the fuck? The masked man noticed some of the bodies had nothing wrong with them, apart from having their neck snapped. What's going on here?! Who got here before I did... And left the ones downstairs intact?! The masked man didn't think of the ones from downstairs as the killer of these people, which they were. Who the fuck shits on these bodies?! The person that killed these people is sick! Completely sick! The masked man heads downstairs and walks out the door then re-enters his car, then starts to drive again.

After an hour of driving, The masked man notices a bright light emanating from the side of the road. What's this? Some unlucky people about to lose the gift of life? Let's have a looky here... The masked man exits his car and closes the door, and locks it. He walks towards the bright light and... Nobody's there. But there is a, uh... A portal? What the... The masked man walks towards it and touches it. His surroundings start to warp and he screams. Words come out of his mouth for the first time in months.
"JEEEEESUS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" The masked man continues to scream until he hits a floor. He rubs his back and gets up. The first thing he notices is that everything is bright and colourful. That's not good.

Chapter 2- A Murder And Short Introductions To The Main Characters

Bright Light was trotting downtown at night, her saddlebags on her side, slightly flattening her yellow fur. She brushes her pink and purple mane out of her face, and let the braided hair fall down her neck. She stopped as she passed an alleyway, taking a look down it.
I think I can see something there... Bright Light starts to move down the alley to get a better look at whatever's down there.
"H-hello?" She calls out, then waits for an answer. Getting none, she continues moving down. Something falls over, and Bright Light snaps her head around to look at the fallen object. It's just a bucket... The yellow coat mare is about to take another step, when a tall figure standing on two legs seemingly appears out of nowhere in front of her. Bright Light screams in surprise and begins to run out of the alley, her hooves clopping against the floor, but something sharp is thrown directly into the back of her neck, causing her to fall over. The object had landed nicely in her spine, paralysing her, and missing her veins. The mare can just look up before the sharp object is removed from her spine and planted deeply into the top of her head, killing her. Strangely, no blood was coming out of Bright Light's skull.

"I don't like yellow."

"We cannot confirm the identity of the deceased mare at this moment, due to the fact that she was skinned. But, we can confirm how she died." A stallion wearing a neat brown suit and red tie speaks to the relatively small crowd in front of him. He pushes a loose strand of his red mane back down and moves over to the large board behind him. "As you can see, she was killed with a sharp object, presumably a knife of some sort." He adjusts his jacket, which covers his dark-blue fur. "But strangely enough, no blood exited the wound. We do not know why, but we hope to find out." The stallion looks back at the crowd. "Now that you know all of this, get to work. We need information, and we need it fast! If we're not careful, this could become a chain of murders." He exits the room and opens the door to his office, and sits down on his chair then picks up a pen and starts signing and writing on multiple papers from a large stack to his right.

"I'll have you know that I, am more than competent in finding out who or what murdered this mare!"

"You couldn't even solve the case of the missing griffon! Hell, that random stallion was better at it than you were!"

"S-shut up!"