Rainbow Heart 2

The morning was warm as the sun was still rising. It was another day to save pony’s lives. I eagerly waited for the evil pony to awaken. I was at an amusement park. It was not in use until later on today. The amusement park was like a carnival and a circus combined together, but also had much more entertainment like rides, games, and other stuff like an amusement park. I had always enjoyed coming here for their holiday special events, they would reformat the place with the appropriate theme. The smell of sugary sweets was in the air. I had one of their prized employees who needed to be taught not to do evil things. We were in one of the tents.

Before me was a male unicorn who was a clown pony. Oddly his brother was a mime pony for the same amusement park. Laughing Stock was had a teal body with blue mane, tail, and eyes. Hairs were dyed rainbow colors and he had white face paint and other clown colored markings. He had been a naughty pony.

It wouldn’t be long before he woke up and met his maker, due to the fact Laughing Stock appeared to be moving more.

My friendly barbed wire was strung around his hooves, but also connected to his eyes, delicately. He would see the error of his ways soon. The tent exit was behind him and my special rug was in front of him.

Laughing Stock woke up.

Feeling pain and mostly unable to see, Laughing Stock shouted, “Help! I’m hurt! Help me! Please! Somepony! Anypony!” After feeling the sharp wired connected to his eyes he barked, “My eyes! I can barely see.”

I stepped forward and said, “I know the past, the present, and the future. When it comes to you Laughing Stock, I know everything. You loved what you did here at this amusement park, but after someone accused you of a crime, you become very hurt and wanted vengeance against everyone who stepped hoof in this facility. You poisoned the food and beverages from time to time, making all kinds of ponies sick as well as some of them even dying. You are an evil pony. You need to learn how to become a good pony. It means that you have to suffer the consequences from your actions and that your punishment should reflect the wrongdoings you have done.”

“You got the wrong pony. That wasn’t me. I swear!” Laughing Stock pleaded.

I laughed, “You’re a real funny clown.”

I walked up to him with my knife floating in the air. I jammed the blade into his eye and cut it out. He screamed in pain. Upon removing the eye from the socket it allowed one hoof of his to move. I dropped the knife in front of him.

I informed, “In order to get out of that device and really change your ways, you must use the knife I have dropped in front of you to remove the other eye. Only then can you be free.”

I moved to the other side of the rug.

Laughing Stock panicking was on the ground trying to feel for the knife with his front hooves. He found it and after a moment of thinking about what was going on and what he was doing, he carefully inserted the knife into the socket and circled around the eyeball before pulling it out and cutting its cord. It was very painful and he shouted in tremendous agony.

Once he was freed, I said, “Now you are special. You have the ability to move on from this and use your talents and abilities for good.”

Listening to my voice, he pinpointed where I was at and charged at me in blind rage. Crossing my rug was a big mistake. Similar to my last device, a sizable syringe shot out of the ground and injected him with a poison. The automatic syringe penetrated his body and injected the lethal substance. After a few painful moments of lurking around, he passed away.

I grabbed my knife and rug and moved on to my next target.