A poisoned apple.

The tree branch gave a slight quiver, but thankfully didn't break. Danny Keith stood perched on The branch of a large oak; his eye peering through the lense of a golden telescope, the scope itself had a special "inner eye" enchantment. Meaning its vision could span across vast horizons and grant the observer a view of almost anything going on in Equestria; in addition it also allowed him to "hear" any conversations the telescope picked up, in a sense the boy was watching a rather delightful TV show about these pastel ponies.

"heheh who in their right mind would want to watch a show like that if you ask me." The sinister sandman said under his breath as he adjusted the lenses and got a nice view of a grey mare with a frizzy and unkempt mane. (no doubt due to a bad dream) The mare held a Cello in her hocks and hoof and was desperately trying to strum the tune "those endearing young charms." the telescope allowing him to hear her frantic cries of dismay.

"Get it right! Practice gotta practice! or mother will tan my hide!" As she strummed and plucked the strings only to constantly botch the melody. surprisingly Danny couldn't help but be find the situation oddly familiar; unlike that instance however the boy wasn't cruel or sadistic to where he rigged the cello to explode, after all how do you rig strings to a bomb inconspicuously?  the mare finally got the tune she wanted as she ran the bow over the cello strings "Ah wait I think I got it! yes!" she cried happily, but just as the notes reached their pinnacle (much like in that old cartoon the situation had an uncanny resemblance to) the bowstring snapped and hit hit her square in the face; and the strings on her cell snapped playing the final few chords, ding do ding da ding.

As difficult as it may be to believe given how the portrait of the little Daniel Keith is, you must understand that he was and isn't an unrepentantly evil little child.  He wasn't directly dream-walking into the nightmares he was giving the ponies; so he had no idea just how frightening they could be, for all he knew they were your run of the mill nightmares, the kind you get where you're forced to make your way home naked without any understanding how you got away from home nude in the first place, or that your teeth kept falling out of your mouth and you had no idea why, either out of feeling helpless and hopeless, or you really needed to change your dental hygiene habits.

If anything he saw all this as some kind of "game," with rules and ways to play it with the ponies. Thier rules were simple, and if he ever broke the rules, he would feel a lot of guilt and remorse over it. Danny had a mixed morality of his own; first and foremost was that no matter what happens, he refused to be a killer. Another one of his own personal mantras in this "dark, little game," was to not hurt others to a point so bad it makes them suffer, that included straight up torturing somepony else or continuing to attack the other "players" if they ask him to stop. it was a very strange and somewhat conflicting code of morals the boy followed; but at least he had them.

"Ok enough admiration of my own handiwork, time to get baAAAAAACCK!" He let out a loud yell as the branch he was on snapped and Danny found himself plunging at least twenty feet to the ground, although the tree itself was the average oak height of eighty two feet, Danny had the foresight not to climb that high for good reason.  Branches smacking him as he fell, fall just barely broken by the grass. In spite of the princesses granting him an exponentially long life; they didn't take away every limitation from him, the one he would have gladly had taken away was the one coursing through his body then and there, pain.  The pain had shot through most of his body; his arms and chest where aching and it hurt to breathe, his head was pounding and he could practically feel the blood rushing through his ears. He slowly put his legs to the ground and prepared for the worst...sore, not even fractured.

"Uhh lucky me." He said while digging around in his shoulder bag to make sure his supplies and "friends" where there. "Hmmmm; Naruto toy, Rocket Raccoon plush, drawing of Mr. fox," (remember it brings drawing to life too) "everything seems to be in ordeeer!" He screeched as he drew his hand back after taking another injury. He carefully reached back in and drew out his trusty Bowie knife, the one that caused the trouble. This knife was very different than the one it had originally been meant to be., for it had been robbed of its ability to cleave and draw blood. Keeping in with his promise to be as "less lethal" in his approach as possible; but not one to shy away from a good blade, Danny had placed special enchantments on all the edged weapons he'd found in those ruins of his home back in the white space.

These enchantments made it so that the blades of these weapons; whenever they pass through living flesh, they don't "cut" you in a traditional sense, but rather they pass through you and do a different kind of damage. say you're a pony and the sinister looking bowie just "sliced" you in the left fore haunch shoulder; you don't bleed and none of your tissue has been severed, but for some reason you can't seem to move that limb at all! It's locked up and frozen; paralyzed, and the same can happen to your other limbs, or if the blade goes through your lungs the wind gets knocked out of you, but that blade can be stabbed right through your pony heart and it will never be able to outright "kill" you. Well not outright, but there is one way it can still kill. IF HE ever say went that far; the blades used by Danny Keith could only cause temporary paralysis when they go through something, but what if a blade was stabbed in somepony and he just up and left it in there?

Well their whole body would be in a state of permanent total paralysis; as long as it's left in a vital organ like their hearts, the poor Equestrian is left unable to limb aimlessly back to town, or even move their hoof to pull it out. Here's the kicker; your systems aren't frozen in stasis; just your limbs are, while you lay there helpless on the ground, exposed to the elements, the wild animals, the thirst and hunger of your body burning off energy while you lay there. You can pretty much see where I'm going with this, and why it wouldn't be a pretty sight. If the boy ever WANTED to go that far I mean.

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