Death of a bachelor

by horror

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Drama, Mystery, Horror, Anthro, Alternate Universe
Length: 1121

It's okay to love someone to death , right? well applejack thinks so.

It's okay to love someone to death , right? well applejack thinks so.

set before world war 2 equestrian is a much stranger place.

However her secrets of the past followed her.

(inspired by a song called death of a bachelor by Panic! at the disco)
(small bits of gore are in the story)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-19 21:00:01 UTC

new methods

She walked into another bar. It was a tiring day in the factory. And she had worked so hard for her father, especially as he expected a good job out of it. You'd think that trying to own a factory would be easy.  Smiling, she sat down, her handbag resting at the end of the counter. " I'm exhausted." she muttered to the bartender as she got her usual cup of iced cider. " Owning a factory is harder than you think. I would have quit before now but if  you make promises you gotta keep them." the bartender nodded in agreement as he was cleaning a glass. The music was playing as the ponies got there dates and began to dance. It was on time today and she could at last do her job. Walking over to a stallion she immediately began to drag him to the dancefloor.

He fell in love. He didn't know what to say to this mysterious mare. "Do you love me to death?" she asked. He nodded, not able to speak from the confusion of her arriving here and dancing with him. She gave him a muffin. " It's a present" she said "It was supposed to be mine but I think you should have it". He immediately began to eat it quickly until all of a sudden, he began feel dizzy. She looked around and no one was looking. "You've had too many drinks tonight." she said making sure if anyone was looking they wouldn't suspect anything. She took him into the cellar, strapping his arms into the torture table.

Waking up, he groaned, not used to being on stone tables." Wakey, wakey." she whispered.

"what's going on..." he mumbled.

"A little party." she replied.

torture

Violet was smiling, as if it really was a party. On the wall it said 'life is a party' in some dry red paint (as far as he knew). "Lets play." she whispered laughing.

"HELP" he yelled, however no sound came out. He saw the mare getting a scalpel. He tried to break out of the leather straps that were keeping him from leaving as she edged closer to him. She cut slowly, letting him feel the pain as she circled it around his cutie mark. She knew he was in pain from the heavy breathing and his facial expression.

"Your having fun, aren't you." she told him. He nodded, just wanting this to stop.

"I will play with him now." Applejack said, a hacksaw in her hands. He was scared. No, he was petrified.

"I will give him a yes or no question. One blink for yes Two blinks for no" she said. "am I orange?" *blink* "your smart aren't you" she exclaimed sarcastically, thinking of another question, a hard one. She had a grin on her face, mostly because it was so hard for him to answer." I am an only child" she said, that same grin on her face. **blink* ... *blink* "You are sooooooooooo SMART!" she hissed sarcastically as she thought of another question, but this one really was difficult.

"is your coat purple?" she asked *blink* " Its red" she laughed as she sliced through his neck with the hacksaw. Laughing she and Violet did the rest of the work on the body.

leave it all behind you

Applejack was working on the farm, not noticing she was going to be late for the party. "Applejack!" Pinkie pie squeaked as she bounced over to her. "we're going to be late for Gummy's birthday party." The group saw her chore list and it was long, more longer than Twilight's scrolls.

"Oh, I've seemed to 'ave lost track 'o time." she said walking with her friends, knowing they had no idea how hard she's worked.

I have to tell pinkie at least" she thought "i knew her great grandma... she was my friend."

They partied all night. It was so much fun that Applejack had forgot her past and left it all behind her. But you can't run from things that will stay with you forever.

true love

She walked into the bar. It was a tiring day in the factory. And she had worked so hard for her father, especially as he expected a good job out of it. You'd think that trying to own a factory would be easy.  Smiling, she sat down, her handbag resting at the end of the counter. " I'm exhausted." she muttered to the bartender as she got her usual cup of iced cider. " Owning a factory is harder than you think. I would have quit before now but if  you make promises you gotta keep them." the bartender nodded in agreement as he was cleaning a glass. The music was playing as the ponies got there dates and began to dance. It was on time today and she could at last do her job. Walking over to a stallion she immediately began to drag him to the dancefloor.

He fell in love. He didn't know what to say to this mysterious mare. "Do you love me to death?" she asked. He nodded, not able to speak from the confusion of her arriving here and dancing with him. She put a purple liquid in both cups. However, she put some yellow liquid in her mouth before drinking. He immediately began to drink it quickly until all of a sudden, he began feel dizzy.

" Are you okay?"  she asked him, a confused expretion on her face. He began to breath more heavily.

"Y- yes... I'm f-fine." he stuttered trying to make it less obvious he wasn't okay. She seemed upset and began to cry at the counter even though this was what she wanted.

5 minutes later...

She dragged the body into a basement. Smiling at her good work she began. Slicing through his chest, she began to tear out the ribs, throwing them into a bucket. "VIOLET! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" she yelled, as a purple earth pony  with faded pink tints on her hoofs was coming down the cellar steps.

"What do you want?" she said. She looked at the body with a smile. " All you have to do is get the blood and meat but remember, save the cutie mark." She carved around the flank of the stallion, tearing it off of him. "Mabey I should do this and you will get 'em. And we can 'play' with them."  she exclaimed "all you have to do is knock them out. We could give them our special cupcakes."

"Anyway I love dancing with them but I could give them the muffin instead, I mean, just  for a gift." she Answered  as she walked upstairs.

"Perfect" she replied.