11:55 PM
12/5/26
Unknown
A pony was running down a dark ally. She was a filly, only about two or three, she had a red coat and a black mane. She was Pegasus but her wings were not big enough for flight yet. So she had no option left but to run. She galloped down the street as fast as possible. No pony else was there. Just her. And that thing. She felt her legs burning but paid it no need. She was too busy trying to escape. The poor filly didn't know that death was never the one to let his prey live.
The thing she was running from was right behind her taking slow steps as it knew that the filly couldn't out run it as the filly wasn't exactly athletic and even if she was, her legs would give out by any second now so there's was no use using up energy. The thing smiled behind it's white mask; the filly has collapsed. It was tired with this, sure chasing the young thing was fun but it got a little bit more boring after awhile, maybe it should find a new way to get it's prey. The thing pushed the thoughts to the back of it's head and got onto the task at hoof. The thing disappeared into the shadows as it approached the filly with it's meat cleaver reflecting the light of the moon.
SHATTERED MIRRORS
The Terror Begins
1:11 PM
13/5/26
Ponyville, Police Station
A body was on the floor, unmoving and clearly dead. The pony was a female which almost couldn't be recognized by the state of her corpse. Her eyes were missing and her intestines was wrapped around her husband's neck. Her jaw was ripped of her mouth and trapped in her anal cavity. Her skin was completely missing and her arms and legs were hanging from the celling by her husbands intestines her chest was also ripped open and filled with her husbands heart, penis and lungs. No acts of sexual assault could be found.
The stallion on the floor next to her had his intestines ripped out and his eye's have been butchered by a cleaver. His heart, penis and lungs were stuffed within is wife's chest. His mouth has been sowed shut and his spine has been ripped out and cannot be found, his ears seemed to have been decapitated alongside his arms and legs, which can also not be found. His head was also ripped off at the end and was shoved in his torso. Once again, no acts of sexual assault could be found.
No evidence of a struggle could be found, drugs was heavily in their systems, however they were heavy drug uses and the drugs in their body was weed, cocaine and ecstasy so we don't know whether the killer forced them to take the drugs or the victims gave themselves the drugs but all evidence suggests the latter. There was also no trace of hoofprints and no weapon was found but if it's the Midnight Butcher then the weapon has a high chance of still being in his possession and like all Midnight Butcher murder's the foal seemed to be gone.
A yellow pony growled as she read through the report, her red mane and tail was a mess but to her it didn't matter, what did matter was who was the Midnight Butcher and who was he going for next. The pony looked through all the files she had. Nothing. All was the same, not a single trace of evidence could be found. The killer at this point seemed almost unstoppable, hell even some detectives have given up but there were still out there such as her, Apple Bloom, who would never rest until the killer was brought to justice.
Apple Bloom continued looking through her files until she found something that caught her eyes. A golden watch. The only thing the killer left behind. No hoofprints was left on it, however none of the victims wore or even brought the watch. There wasn't 100% proof that it belonged to The Midnight Butcher but it was the closest thing they had to a trace, which could be speculated as a good or a bad thing. Having a lead is good but only having one small lead from 48 murders wasn't that impressive. However, that mattered little to Apple Bloom she knew from her own hoof that even the smallest thing can grow into something big. As her and the girls used to go on adventures to get their cutie marks and one time Apple Bloom helped the police by finding out the true criminal that was selling drugs and now she was here, the best detective in all of Ponyville.
She smiled at the memory, oh how she missed those days. Where they could just talk to one another and play games together, now they barley see each-other, she knew that Sweetie Belle was a singer and that Scootaloo was a mechanic now with their own lives, hell Sweetie's even got a foal of her own and a good looking husband, who is also her drummer, believe it or not. Scootaloo on the other hoof hasn't been in the normal happy mood she used to have, her marefriend died in a fire and Rainbow Dash ended up dead after pulling off a dangerous stunt, it really affected her and now she is acting depressed, she even tried to kill herself a year ago before her adopted parents caught her just before she could kick the chair from underneath her hooves. It never really went well for Scootaloo as well as it went for Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom sighed before looking back at the documents she had to go trough.
"Shit, better get my head down and crack onto work" Said Apple Bloom as she continued analysing the watch and other documents she had.
Later On
11:53 PM
13/5/26
Ponyville, Sweetie's House
A white coated pony with a messy purple and pink mane crawled to the phone from across the room. She was bleeding heavily from the chest where a cleaver mark was present she painfully and slowly got to the phone. She grabbed it with her hooves weakly and dialled in a number.
"Hello this is 911, what is your emergency?" Came a voice from the phone.
"Help....get cops......" She weakly said into the phone.
"Excuse me, what seems to be the problem ma'am?" Asked the pony from the other line.
"Stabbed....send help.....Midnight Butcher...." She could feel her strength leaving from her body. "Ponyville......Destiny Street......n-number seven....."
"(Talking To Officers: She has survived Midnight Butcher's attack! *Silence* No I'm not lying! *Silence* Ok)" She felt her grip on the phone loosen and her vision began to get blurry "I have called the police to your address" Said the operator.
She felt her energy slowly fade away along with her vision, her grip on the phone became weak. She saw her husbands corpse with a knife sticking into his head and the red and blue lights from outside her window. With that image burned into her head, she closed her eye's not knowing if she will ever open them again.