Jeff in Equestria

The scene in the house was brutal there was blood everywhere, standing in the room was Jeff taking in his recent masterpiece, looking on with his eyes that he himself had cut the eyelids out of so he could avoid sleep. He walked to the master bedroom and looked in the mirror seeing his own pale white skin and permanently carved smile. The bathroom itself was also bloody with his first victim of the household in the tub stabbed beyond recognition. He got in through the bathroom window and started his massacre from there.

"Ya, know I can't help but feel a bit empty." Jeff said to no one in particular. "Yeah, sure killing is liberating and all. I feel like I need a challenge." Jeff then thought back to Jane and then shook his head. "Nope not going down that road again. I already have scars that make me beautiful, I don't need anything else that will potentially kill me." Jeff continued to walk about the house until he noticed police sirens going off in the distance.  "And that's my cue to leave."

Jeff started to go back to the place where he entered the but not before writing 'Jeff was here.' in blood on the wall and jumping out of the bathroom window and dashing into the forest.

"The best part about being me. The donut eating pigs will think that someone trying to be a proxy will take the blame and I get off scot free."

Jeff started to whistle a tune that he just couldn't quite place, he thought nothing of it and he started to twirl his knife around making slashes through the air occasionally cutting a tree or so. He continued to walk and whistle until he heard a twig snap. Drawing his second knife he observed the area to find that he had stumbled across a pack of wolves snarling at him. "Not what I had in mind but, it'll do for now."

Three wolves launched themselves at the boy in the white hoodie, his permanent grin just grew even larger. Like a tornado he just spun with his two knives and cut the first dog's stomach to ribbons. Then he reversed the knife in his left hand to a backwards position and stabbed the second wolf in the skull killing it instantly. The third wolf latched itself on Jeff's left arm, he took his other knife and stabbed it right through the heart. The wolfs jaw slackened and let go. The few remaining wolves ran off knowing that Jeff was not prey but an even larger predator than that of themselves. He continued to walk then he spoke again.

"Hopefully that stupid fucking mutt didn't break through the skin. Oh I can see it now, Jeff the Killer dead of an infected dog bite. That image would be plastered all over the news. Then after finding out about me those motherfuckers will try to hunt down other creepies. Pfft, like that'll happen."

Jeff looked around to see if any dog was stupid enough to stay behind and try to avenge their other pack members, it didn't look like it. In fact when he looked back he didn't even see the corpses of the dogs. He found a stream near by and sat down to clean his knives when he noticed another odd thing. His knives weren't covered in blood, but something else. He touched the substance to find that it was sticky then he took a big glob off the blade with his index finger and stuck it in his mouth. It wasn't the most sanitary thing to do but he didn't give two shits.

"Tastes like maple syrup, what's that shit called again?" He thought for a bit then he snapped his fingers. "Sap, that's what it is! Wait, mutts don't bleed sap so where the fuck am I?"

He looked around then shrugged and got back to what he was doing. He started to whistle again still not being able to recall where he had heard the tune, now it was getting on his nerves. Once his knives were all clean and sparkly he put them in their usual resting place and looked at his clothes were extra bloody especially his hoodie. He looked to see a clearing of trees near and decided to set up camp there.

He took off his hoodie and his black t-shirt underneath his white hoodie. His body was scarred but muscular he had a six-pack of washboard abs trailing down and being cut off at the waist of his black jeans his body was devoid of any hair and paler than that of a cloud. He started with his hoodie because those stains would be the hardest to get out. Fifteen minutes later and he got most of the stains out with an old stain stick that he stole from one of the houses earlier, his stomach then growled.

"Oh, right...food."

Jeff may have been skinny but he wasn't a twig when he needed to eat he ate. He ate mostly meat so his body would be energized throughout most of the nights when he was off doing his thing. He then looked at the river. "This doesn't look like that there's a lot of fish in here."

He looked around and off in the distance he could see lights, and where there are lights there are food, hopefully. Jeff gathered his things and started to walk in that direction he had his hoodie on since it was now dry-ish. When he came across those lights he found out that it was a cottage. "Well that's new."

Jeff was looking at a tree that looked like it was converted into a home. The tree-house had pens and bird houses. "Someone's a bit into nature."

Jeff walked up to the door and knocked. Then he slammed his hand into his face and hid in the bushes. He heard the door open and someone said. "H-hello i-is a-anypony there?"

Jeff cleaned out his ears, did he hear correctly? Did that person just say anypony? He gulped then he stepped out of the bushes, what he saw he couldn't explain. It was a pony, not just any type of pony, it was yellow with pink hair and wings.