I am Minkie Pie, or Obsidian Pie. I was locked in a cellar for twenty years of my life, ever since I was a young filly. My parents thought I was evil, that I was sent here by the devil himself! How ridiculous is that! Needless to say, I got my revenge on them. I killed them baked them, and sold them to the ponies in my village. Due to me being locked up for so long, I'm not as educated as other ponies. Derpy and I get along well because of this.

I see the world as a place full of ponies who assume things, usually in the worst way, about ponies based on a few actions, much like my parents did. I see them all as a bunch of stereotyping fools who need to be given justice for such false assumptions. I see everypony as a pony who has either made good assumptions or poor ones, those with poor ones needing to be dead by my bare hooves! I have much to see and learn in this world that I was denied for most of my life.

My favorite game was one we all share, the hook game. I need not explain it since the others have, but it's pretty gorey and bloody, which I like! Just the feeling of blood running down my hooves brings me back to the day my parents died. They deserved it for making me live my life like that, in the cold, dark, empty cellar. I lived off of the jam in there for twenty whole years, without knowing what love is, how good it feels to be cared about, how wonderful life can truly be. I made up the hook game myself during a play date, and my sisters, Applebloom, and Derpy all loved it!

What cutiemarks I keep, I put into a small apron or dress. I help Derpy make her scarf with the cutie marks I don't use. I am taking my time with this apron of mine, so I can find cutie marks that match and fit with each other.

The time my play dates have varies, but it mostly lasts fourty five minutes to an hour. I always take my time, cause I know how how to be patient. I patiently waited in that darn cellar for my whole life! They should be happy they got to live life happily and free, unlike me who was in such poor condition that it was a miracle I survived!

When it comes time to harvest, I slowly and carefully pull out each organ one by one. My play dates always scream and beg when I start, like I did twenty years ago. It pleases me to hear those pleads from another pony's mouth. When I hit the lungs, I pause for a second, and then I either smash the lungs in or I pull them out, depending on what mood I'm in. I then grab the heart and pull it out holding it in my hooves in front of my play dates face, who is just able to see their own beating heart before they die painfully. It brings a smile to my face everytime I kill a pony, knowing that is one less pony that can judge others based on actions or appearance.

Author's Note

And that, fillies and gentlecolts, is the end of my story. Hope you've enjoyed it and I probably won't write any more gore fics anytime soon. I have other stories in the making, so be prepared for those!