Insanity: My Immortal Enemy

It is with my sincere regrets that I must tell you the tale of how I became one of the most infamous murderers and villains in Equestria's history. My body count being in the thousands at the end of my tale, of where I am now describing this terrible story of terrible deeds that I have committed, without even a shred of remorse sometimes. You see, the end sometimes never justifies what a person or pony has done. Instead of falling victim to my sins, and having to die young, I grew old and feeble. My life spanned across hundreds of years. And it is of my utmost importance that I finish this horrible tale before my life ends.

I still have much to say, yet. So get ready for a ride.

I briefly opened my eyes, light flooding in from the window that stood stoically across from me, about two feet off the floor. I blocked my eyes with my hands, feeling around for the sunglasses I always kept on my nightstand. I gripped the smooth surface of its lens, and quickly put them on. I grabbed for the covers, flinging them off. I pulled myself up, groggily, yet with no haste in mind. I had no reason to get up in the first place. It was Saturday anyway. I could've just stayed in bed, but for some reason, my brain told me to get up.

I grabbed one more thing before going to the bathroom. It was the most important thing to me, ever. I never ever went anywhere without it. I felt its hard, and leathery cover on my hands. My dry throat ached, and I knew it was finally time to go get ready like usual.

I walked into the polished, smooth, and marble covered floor of my bathroom. I stepped onto the rug, being careful not to step into the piss stains on the floor. I grabbed my toothbrush from the surprisingly clean counter, and began the usual grind of brushing teeth, taking a shower, using the bathroom, and then getting breakfast.

Well, it wasn't as simple as that.

I finished in the bathroom, walking to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of cereal. I silently questioned why my mother wasn't up and fixing breakfast for herself, but the answer came in the form of a note on the fridge, which was decorated with drawings I did. They weren't anything special, but they were some of the art I did over the years.

I disregarded my work, and gently pulled the note off the fridge. It was yet again, another explanation of why she was gone.

Apparently, she had gone up to the doctor's office.

"Seriously mom? I thought you got your irritable bowel fixed last month," I grumbled. I wasn't in the best of moods currently, but I would make do.

I ate in silence, not thinking about anything too much. I just slowly chewed up the disgusting soggy oats. Something about a diet or some shit. Wait, why did I just swear? Oh well.

"It stares down on me, its eyeless face looking into my soul. It leans downward, its black appendages writhing on its back. He raises his hand to my face, forcing me to look. Static fills my ears, and despair is slowly forcing my muscles to go slack, but it does not let me faint."

"Agh, shit!"

I gripped my head, keeping myself from collapsing by bracing myself on the counter. My breakfast of cereal spills onto the floor, the plastic bowl bouncing on the tiled surface.

I held my cranium in my hands until it stopped hurting. By the time it did, I found myself sitting against the cold wood of the cabinet under the counter. My head throbbed a few moments more, and then I forced myself up.

I naturally grabbed the cabinet's fake gold handle, pulling it open. I shakingly grabbed for the tylenol or motrin. My hand came back with a medication I didn't even know, so I set it on the green colored, smooth surface of the counter. I reached my hand back, peeking up to guide my hand toward the right medication. I finally got it, opening it with practiced ease.

"A loud boom fills my ears, as my heart throbbed rapidly. I quickly sprinted from the teleporting monstrosity that is trying to murder me. The demon that hunts me was catching up, and my wheezing isn't helping my lungs. I have been running for so long, and my stamina is burning fast. I don't know how long it would take for him to kill me. I hope it would be quick."

"AGHHH!"

Agony ripped through me, causing me to drop the pills and fall onto the floor, curling into a ball as I forced my head into my hands.

I felt weird. Something was happening.

I felt grass under me. It was soothing, but it was very cold out here. My head had stopped hurting, so I pulled myself to my feet. I was a few feet away from a sign, which was old and covered in greenery, and surrounded by bright green shrubs. I also noticed a large town with strangely designed houses, also containing buildings with tacky color schemes. The environment was brightly colored, almost hurting my eyes. A brownish bag was on the ground, sitting next to me.

I grabbed the leather purse, feeling a bit weird that I was just magically given one.

I opened the bag, seeing something reflecting my face.

But the object wasn't what made me scream.

It was the face that reflected off of it.

Light brown hair.

Sclera black.

Green pupil.

Black iris.

Normal skin.

Blood on my face.

A permanent grin stretching across my face.

A yellow and pink pony bloodied behind me.

A cute little motherfucking horsie walks up to me.

She says something.

"Hello? Are you lost, you poor little critter?"

I slowly replied.

"Fresh meat. This will please tHe OpErAtOr."

A knife sails through the air, but the little pony dodges my attack.

She may be shy, but she had dealt with angry animals before. At least that's what I deducted.

The stupid fucking pony moved like lightning, so I had to be one step ahead of her.

She rushed forward, attempting to simply disable me. I couldn't afford that.

As soon as she reached me, I side-stepped as fast as possible, causing the yellow pegasus to crash into a tree. It was too late to do anything.

She realized that as my knife stabbed into her neck, the shock was what most likely killed her.

I ripped and tore through the flesh, streaks of crimson flying into the air as I dissected the pegasus. The meaty chunks that I cut her into would surely please my Hunter, perhaps enough to stop hunting me for some time.

I removed the parts that He surely would not like, but placed them in a pile beside my work.

"AHHH!"

I gasped loudly as I woke up in a dark field. I felt something wet on me, a stench of death around the area.

I dreaded looking at my hands.

I dreaded finding blood on my body.

But it was there anyway.

The red substance covered me, obviously not mine.

Even then, I still did not have comfort.

I had just killed someone or something. And I didn't even clean the crime scene up.

I don't wanna die. Please.