Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle,

I am still awaiting a response from the orphanages. In the meantime, I have transcripted a... far more disturbing video. Once again, black screen, but the audio was... more than a little troubling. I wish I had never heard it...

[Crash; shattering ceramics.]

Oh Celestia… This place is totally cool.

[Sucking noises, possibly a deep kiss]

Mmm… Celestia help me… Maybe save the romance for when we’re not standing in broken glass, sweetie.

I mean, I really would but you look so… Beautiful right now, Dinky. It’s hard to control myself as is, finally being able to do these things with you. I mean... if we did it in public… You know the consequences that would have.

...Yeah...

[The crinkling of glass shards under hoof]

....Look at this place… No wonder everypony at school says it’s haunted. It’s like… Deserted.

Eeyeah... Even everypony at work is scared shitless of this place. Real slasher story vibes here. Though I hope that won’t stop us from… Enjoying ourselves.

Whoa… Hey, check this place out.

[Hoofsteps trotting away]

Shit… Is this thing working? Oooh sweet Celestia… It’s working. You guys aren’t gonna believe this when I tell you what I’m about to do. Gotta find the right place to hide you though…

Come look at this!

Damnit…Coming, sweetie!

[Hoofsteps]

What in Tartarus? The hell are these?

It’s like a little doll-y.

That’s… peculiar… It doesn’t look old as fuck neither... Celestia damn it… Maybe we should find a new joint.

Don’t be like that! Maybe some colt or filly from school had to come here on a dare, wet themselves and left their stuff.

...Yeah. That’s probably it. Hey, I’m gonna go look around for the ah… Perfect spot for us. You just have fun exploring this place and try not to draw any unwanted attention, alright?

Okay! Don’t go too far, my little love muffin. Heheh!

...Yeah. I’ll stay within shouting distance, love muffin.

[Hoofsteps for several seconds]

… … ...Fucking brat. Ugh… Let me see…

[Doorknob jiggle]

Locked.

[Doorknob rustle]

Locked.

[Click—screeeee...]

Here we go... ...A kitchen? Who in Tartarus puts a kitchen in the middle of a fucking hallway? Hm… Maybe...

[Pots and pans clanking, along with the occasional shattering ceramic on the ground]

This looks promising. Hey, look at this guys. I found something long and sharp enough that it almost rivals me in the downstairs department. Heh… I’m a fucking genius of comedy, yeah?

[Distant thud, shortly followed by the sound of metal sliding against the inside of a saddlebag]

...The fuck was that?

[Hoofsteps]

Dinky? Was that you?

…

…

…

Dinky, I’m being serious. Don’t try to scare me, I’ll get really mad! I promise!

...

…

…

Guess it was a squirrel or some shit. Hopefully the little fucker got fried by something in this shithole.

[Doorknob rattling]

Fuck! How are doors still locked?! The fucking frames are rotting out but I can’t even force the damn things open!

[A loud sound, a door being bucked in. . .Click]

...Heyyy, who needs locksmiths when you have glutes of steel like me, huh? I bucked the door unlocked! And what’s this? First I can unlock doors with my legs, now it’s a bedroom with a semi-intact bed? Seems lady luck is givin’ me a hoofjob today, huh?

I just need to set you up… Ah! Here. When I come back, I’ll put you right here. Front row seats, colts, just like you asked. Now to find that little whore…

[Hoofsteps interspaced between silence and shaky breaths]

Dinky?! Hey, where are you?

Over here!

[Rapid tiny hoofsteps—A foal galloping]

Didja find a good spot?

Sure did! Wanna see it?

Mhm!

[A pair of hoofsteps]

Gasp! It’s perfect! It even has pretty floral print blankets! Sniff. ...Sniff sniff. Smelly blankets, but...Big, comfy blankets!

Uh huh. I thought you’d like it.

[Thud]

Hop up onto the bed, I just wanna make sure my saddlebag won’t fall.

Mkay.

There we go… Perfect.

C’moooon!

I’m coming, I’m coming.

...Are you sure it’ll fit?

Yep. I’m positive.

[Metal scraping against the saddlebag again]

Oh Dinky~ I have a surprise for you.

What kind of surpri—...D-Dad, why uhm… Why do you have that?

Surprise, you stupid bitch.

[The next minute or so of audio can only be described as struggling, and the filly screaming. Most of which, was completely unintelligible, save for the following select few lines near the end.]

[a loud crack, followed by a long screech that is abruptly cut off into gagging]

Fucking… Little horn headed whore… Ruining my family tree with your stupid fucking mother… Gr…Not anymore.

[Schlicking noises and faint groans]

[Thunk, thunk, thunk]

Bleed bitch! I’ll get something out of you, you damned mistake! I’ll get back my bits I poured into your fucking mother! Child support my ass, I’ll show you how much you’ve cost me in supporting you, you bitch!

...D-...D-...Da...d…

[A loud 'shink' that I assume is the knife being rammed into her, followed by a loud male moan, and ragged breaths]

...Damn horn head blood… Tastes like vomit poured over shit… Worth every bit this recording will get me.

...Wasteful…

...What the fuck?

[A thud and panicked hoofsteps]

…

Who in Tartarus?! Where are you?!

A sad little king of his sad little hill… Yet, afraid of a little filly… Pathetic.

How’d you know to be here?! Did Filthy tell you?!

Are you afraid of me too, little Doctor? Are you afraid of the darkness within your own heart? Of the sins you’ve committed?

I-I’m not afraid of shit! You’re the one who is afraid, y-you won’t even show your ugly mug!

Be afraid, my little Doctor.

[A thud, followed by the sounds of snapping wood]

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Fuck you! Let me go!

You are a pathetic stallion, little Doctor. So very, very afraid of everything. But now… You’re mine, you sad little Doctor. You’re mine.

Fuck! FUCK! Let me go! I’m sorry! I’m fucking sorry, just let me go! I’m afraid, I don’t want to die! I’M SORRY!

thunk

….D...Da..d…?

Silence, child, you needn’t worry. You’re mine as well.

I... sincerely wish that neither of us had to experience that... but, maybe the next one will be better.

I will continue transcribing these, with...ever-dimming hopes of the possibility of a prank.

Yours,

H. A. Quill

«♦»

“Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.”

― Dave Pelzer

Author's Note

If you haven't already recognized the signature chapter's quote, this amazingly dark chapter is written by ShinigamiKing14489, a very good friend and a very talented author. Go give him a brohoof and a big round of applause.