The Siren That Cried "Pig"

Little pigs, little pigs, I'm coming in.

Little pigs, little pigs, see me grin.

Little pigs, little pigs, such tears you shed.

Little pigs, little pigs, now you're dead.

Yeah! That's a good one. You're such a genius, Sonata!

Aria and Adagio wouldn't say that, though. They would call me an idiot, call me a child. But they're the ones who are stupid. They were the ones that left me. They said it was all my fault we lost! How can they say that? I was doing everything Dagi said, right up to the very point we were all blasted by that big unicorn in the sky! I did everything! How can they say it was my fault?! It's not! That nappy-haired slut and her Vocaloid reject of a dog were the ones doing all the thinking! They just wanted a big old punching bag, and it was suddenly decided that it was my turn! Fucking traitors, both of them.

Oh, but they're gonna get theirs! Oh yes, they will!

Mark this as the first day. From this point on, I'm going to start hunting, just like I did back in Equestria. But my food isn't going to be ponies, oh no. This time, Siren is on the menu. Should I even call them Sirens now? Because the more I think about it, the more I see them as fat little piggies. Yes, that's what they are - fat little piggies who'd eat each other's food just to keep their own bellies happy. But when I get my hands on them, they're the ones who're gonna know what it's like to get eaten. Oh, I know you'd like that, wouldn't you, Adagio? I remember when you made a habit of talking about "getting eaten out". Well, consider yourself a very lucky girl. I'm gonna sink my teeth into you so hard, taste that blood and make you squeal. I'm gonna get so wet listening to you, watching you squirm like you and your lackey made me squirm. Yeah, I'm gonna take my time with you - God knows you need a lot of attention. After all you've done, you deserve it! You deserve every bit of it, you UGLY PIECE OF BOTTOM FEEDER SHIT.

Ah--

No, no, no, bad Sonata. Save that for when you find them.

And Aria. Little, little Ari. Tsk, I'm not sure what to do about you. I mean, being with a low-down bully for so long tears me in two. I can't decide whether to kill you slow or end it fast. On one hand, with how angry you've made me, you really earned the right of dying slow and painfully. On the other hand, looking at you makes me sick to the point where I don't think I could last ten seconds being in the same room with you. One thing's for sure, though. I'm going to start with your legs. That way, you won't try to run and hide behind Adagio! Then, the hands, because fighting back is too much of your thing to just let go. Last but not least, I'll end with your throat - that vulgar, nasty throat. Should I cut it open? Should I shove a bar of soap down that pipe? Maybe something else, even? Oh, whatev. It'll all come rushing to me once I start chopping you up into fine filet. Mmm.

That's right. I'm going to chop the both of you up into pieces. You won't be Adagio Dazzle and Aria Blaze. You'll be just little bitty pieces of steak. You'll just be pieces of steak that I'm going to cook and serve to the birdies in the trees. Birds just love food like you, just as much as I do. Hope I don't end up eating you before I'm done, because that would make me a little pig! Being a pig means I would be just like you. And I don't want to be like you. Not now, not ever, not anymore. Yes, once upon a time, I really wanted to be like you girls. You were both so strong and so tough. But now you're weak, crawling in the mud and stealing food that doesn't belong to you. No, you're not even going to be dead. You're going to be unmade. You're going back to zero, the hell in where pigs like you belong. No one is even going to remember that you existed.

Oh, but don't worry! You're not going to be alone, for there's another group of people that are going to keep you company - the Rainbooms!

I think we can all agree when I say that I'd be doing you girls a favor. After all, they took away our voices! They took away our powers! They left us in these meaty shells called bodies, these voices that sound like they came straight from a dying cat's throat. That's something I can't forgive, no no no. That's something that I just absolutely cannot let go of. I'm going to make sure they know that fact when I hunt them down. Yeah, they're going to know just how angry I am when I tear out their vocal chords. There won't be any music in them. There'll only be screams. There'll be begging for me to stop. There'll be crying and sobbing, a big old mess of salt water and snot. And there'll be blood. Lots. And lots. Of blood. I plan on bringing all of that out and smearing it all over the ground they walked on, just as I'm going to do with you. After all, I'm a good sport. I don't play favorites. They had it coming. All of you little bitches have it coming.

Oh, by Star Swirl's beard. My mouth's watering so much right now. My heart's pumping so hard in my chest, I think it's going to tear itself out. I've got to get ready. I've got to get what I need and set sail. The food's not going to wait around forever, and I can already feel my stomach trying to eat itself to death. I need a meal, and I need it right now. I'm going to get it straight from you, you cute little piglets. I'm going to rip off that hard shell and expose the meat inside, just like a taco. I'll dive right in, and when I'm finished, not even a single bite of you will be left. Will you wait for me, like good little morsels? Or are you going to run, stretch out the hours you have as much as you can? Because when it's me, there is no running. There is no hiding. I'll look everywhere for you. I will find you.

And when I do, you're going to feed me.

Feed me.

Feed me.

FEED ME.

FEED ME!

FEED ME!!!!!