My Cell
By CreepyEyesGuy
I've marked the walls each day to see how long i've been here...
drip...
I ran out of room...
drip...
I marked the floors...
drip...
No room there either
drip...
Maybe the roof?
BANG!
Not tall enough...
BANG! BANG BANG!
Might be time to leave...
HAHAHA!!!
Definitely time to leave...
I look to my withering striped hoofs for the first time in years... To my marking shiv... to the long open door. Odd a pony stands there now... Especially covered in blood, smiling... They raise a strange box thing to me...
zap!
"That stung..." I say bluntly
"you talk?" The stallion replies confusedly
"THAT STUNG!!!" I say while politely introducing his throat to my shiv
drip...
A new red coat of paint...
drip...
A small box that stings...
drip...
I smile
drip...
"all's well that ends well"
Chapter 1: Rain Washes Pain
Rain Washes Pain
By CreepyEyesGuy
The steady pitter patter of rain is good for me...
I FEEL good
Clip Clop...
I hear pony nearby...
Clip Clop...
New RED paint!
I begin to sneak towards my victims... Stinging box in hand...
"Lucky?" An already crimson mare asks her accomplice
"Yea?" The gruff brown stallion replies
"ever feel like your being watched?" The mare asks
"Yea im being watched by you!" he says loudly
"ugh... of course" he says looking to a small box on his wrist emitting a soft green glow "he's late..."
"Saddle still has five minutes" The mare says looking at her identical box
"well since I have time to kill..." the stallion says walking away from her... towards me...
"I'm going to go take a piss" the stallion calls to the mare "keep an eye out!" he says halfheartedly
Clip Clop...
I prepare my shiv...
Clip Clop...
I get ready to lunge...
Clip...
no clop...
"what in the?!?" he yells out a half second before im ready
I stand...
"fuck are you?"
I smile...
he raises his box... A little slow...
THWIP
the stallion's head falls to my side...
I take it and drench it in my nice... RED paint...
I come for the mare...
She is standing... box up shakily
"Lucky?" she asks hopefully at my obvious approach
I stand with a gift in my hooves... Painted red...
BANG!
her box rings out missing its intended target...
CLICK!
"oh fuck..."
I run at her... she cowers... I break her legs... One by one... She screams at each break...
"please!" she cries out loudly... far too loudly... Her friend was far more quiet...
I remove the mares head... Place a quiet head in its place... my gift
Clip Clop...
I walk away...
Clip Clop...
More gifts to give...
Clip Clop...
more RED paint!
"all's well that ends well"
