"I'm a 'Cereal Killer!'"

by Malice In Wonderland

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Comedy, Random, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 1159

A pony has a dream about torturing her most hated pony. Then she wakes up and makes a stupid joke about it.

A pony has a dream about torturing her most hated pony. Then she wakes up and makes a stupid joke about it.

Published 2015-10-19 01:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-19 01:20:02 UTC

Stop this madness!

“Bubble Blossom! What are you doing?!” A stallion screamed at me. I turned to see a very familiar looking stallion tied up to a vertical table. At first I was confused, but once I realized who this stallion was, the confusion faded away. A smile formed on my lips and many thoughts swam through my head. The room we were in was dark, very dark, but my eyesight was beginning to adjust and I was starting to see better.

I looked around the room, not bothering to answer his calls. I saw a table sitting near the edge of the room, against the wall. I walked over to it and saw that there were many different, yet similar, items on top of it. There were all different kinds of knives and a few saws, as well as some candles. There were matches next to them, and a small box of nails.

A smile formed on my face as I thought of the many things I could do to him with these tools. I reached my hoof out and grabbed a knife and looked at it. The knife was extremely sharp, probably sharper than I had ever seen any knife before. The confusion of how I got here and how he got here dissipated into nothing as I thought of how lucky I was to be the one to finally rid him of this world.

I took the knife in my mouth and walked over to him. He was struggling against the binds that held him down, tears shining in his eyes. I could hear his frantic grunts as he pulled hard against his restraints. I had no idea how he had gotten tied up, but something inside told me that he was secured. I grabbed the knife out of my mouth so I could speak, “Don’t bother struggling.” I told him. “It’s no use.”

His struggling slowly ceased and and looked down at me, the tears in his eyes running down his cheeks, already slick with sweat, when he saw the knife in my hoof. I could see his adam's apple bob up and down as he tried to force words out of his mouth, but he was too scared to even speak. I chuckled, I couldn’t help myself. Being the sadistic mare I am, I love to see people drenched in fear.

“Bubble Blossom, please don’t do this to me.” He begged, his eyes full of sorrow and despair. He knew he had no hope, but some part of him just didn’t want to give up. I held up the knife in my hoof, he recoiled as I did. I laughed, I couldn’t resist.

“Oh, Midnight. You poor, poor stallion.” I said to him. “Have you forgotten what you did to me?” I asked, brandishing the blade in front of him.

He didn’t say anything, just stayed where he was, shaking. I swung the blade closer to him, so close, infact, that I cut off a small bit of his coat. He yelped, and his chains jingled loudly throughout the dark space. I chuckled, and then screamed at him. “Well do you?!” My screams echoed over and over again in the small space.

He shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor beneath his suspended body. “I.. I don’t know! P-please don’t hurt me, please!” He screamed. I thrust the knife deep into his stomach, blood sloshing out and pooling on the floor. Some splashed out and landed on me, I didn’t mind though. The blood was warm and it felt good on my coat.

“You’re a cheating bastard!” I screamed at him, twisting the blade deep inside him. He screamed, but blood crawled up his throat, cutting him off. He sputtered as blood poured out of his mouth and ran down his chin. “You didn’t care about my feelings! You’re the worst asshole in all of Equestria!” I screamed at him, twisting the blade harder. His chest heaved up and down as he struggled to breathe.

“I…” He started, more blood spurting out of his mouth interrupting his statement. He coughed and blood sprayed out of his mouth, splattering on my face and the floor. I laughed maniacally as I felt the blood on my face. I jerked the knife out and stabbed him as many times as I could. He made sounds that weren’t quite screams as I penetrated his innards.

His body lurched as he threw up. His stomach contents poured out of his mouth like a discolored rainbow and splashed onto the floor. I jumped out of the way to avoid getting vomit splashed on my coat. “How dare you!” I yelled. Once I was sure he was done, I walked back over to him and slashed violently at his throat for the killing blow.

He choked and sputtered, trying to speak, to beg me to stop, but it was too late. Nothing could stop me know. I cut deep in his throat, blood pouring out of his mouth and down the rest of his ravished body. He squirmed for a moment before death’s icy grip took hold of him and dragged him under. I laughed like a psychopath, which is probably what I was at this point, and I thrust the blade into his chest one last time, leaving it there in his lifeless, motionless body.

Suddenly, everything went dark. I became frantic, wondering what was happening, but a few seconds later, everything was light again. I found myself lying in bed after a long night’s rest. I groaned, utterly disappointed that it had all been a dream. The entire scenario was absolutely perfect. I dragged myself out of bed. My stomach flipped and growled loudly, “I need to get something to eat.” I thought.

I crawled out of bed and left my room, heading to the kitchen. I rummaged through the pantry until I found my favorite breakfast food: Cereal. Froot Loops, my favorite. I pulled it out and set it on the table. I went to the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. I set it down on the table next to the box of cereal. I then went to get a bowl and a spoon, but all the spoons were dirty. I sighed and grabbed a knife instead. “I can eat cereal with a knife, right?” I asked myself.

I decided I could, and I took the fork, along with the bowl, back to the table with me. I sat down and poured in the cereal and milk into the empty bowl. I jammed the fork into the pile of cereal and mixed it around so it could all get wet with milk. The way I was twisting the fork around reminded me of my dream. I chuckled to myself, and realized that I was a ‘cereal killer.’ Not a real ‘serial’ killer, but this was good enough.