Author's Note

I checked it all once. So if you notice a few mistakes then that's why. I just wanted to make this short story since, I really like this idea. Even Though not a lot of people like it.

Entry 3

Entry 3

I know haven’t written in forever but, I just haven’t felt like killing. There is a horrible thunderstorm going on outside, so school is cancelled. I have nothing else to do, so I’m just taking a nap.

It’s had been hours and the storm finally stopped, so I went outside. Pegasi were clearing the sky. I decided to stay inside. I didn’t have much inspiration to do anything. Then I saw a soft pink filly with hot pink hair came past the manson.

And I just had to kill her. Sounds weird out loud, but I followed her.

“What are you doing?” The filly asked, turning around.

“Wanna play with me?” I asked her.

“No way! You keep bullying me because I don’t have a mark!”

“Play with me this once, and I’ll stop. I swear!”

“Alright.” The filly said, “What do you wanna do?”

“Let’s visit Zecora.” I sneered.

“Who’s Zecora, that zebra?”

I nodded. “She’s nice.”

“Uh… I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, you will be dandy.”

“Dandy. Uh okay.” We went into the forest. After a while of walking, I grabbed a rock and bashed her head in. She collapsed and screamed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

I shoved the rock into her mouth, “killing you!” I removed it for her to speak.

“You said you wouldn’t bully me!”

“Technically, I’m not bullying you.” I began to ram the rock in her mouth, when I had my fun. I ended her. I sighed, washed me and the rock off and pressed on. I had found Zecora’s house. And entered.

“Hi, Cora.” I giggled.

“Hi little filly, that name is rather silly. What do you need help with?” Zecora asked.

“Just came for a visit.” I said.

“Alrighty, wanna hear a tale of the Al Mighty,” Zecora said. I was confused by who Al Mighty was.

“Is he like a god,” I asked.

Zecora nodded and began the story… After the story, I went into the kitchen. She was cooking Baked Apples and Squash. I took the knife and helped cut some apples. When she wasn’t looking, I stabbed her in the spine.

“AHH,” Zecora screamed. And she died moments later. Know her house is mine, I redecorated it and added a lock to the door. Now I have an operating room. I changed the wood with marblestone, which is plain tan. The walls are pure white, and I have some cute lamps. I also had a bookshelf, a bed, and left the kitchen alone.

My first victim there was….Sweetie Belle. I sawed off her horn and began.

“Diamond Tiara, you're a murder!”

“Thanks, Sherlock” I sneered. “What part of the body, do you value the most?”

“MY HORN BUT, YOU ALREADY SAWED THAT OFF!”

“Your eye it is!” I giggled. I took a knife, and made a circle around her eye. Then I pulled it out, I cut the little fleshly string holding it in place. She screamed, begging Celestia to save her.

Then I drew a music note on her blank flank. “Sing for me.”

“No, ahhh!” I stabbed her other flank. Then she began to sing Smile. It was pretty good. I took a lemon and sliced it in half. I prepared a lemonade without sugar. I sipped some and it was super sour. Next, I took a dropper and dropped some into the wound on her flank.

I took some hydrogen...peroxide --I had to check my bathroom, since I didn’t know how to spell it-- and poured it on the same cut. Her flesh turned white and it was scary!
“Yuck,” I said, recutting the wound. “Anyway. I have to go home now for dinner. See you later!” I half expected her to die of blood loss. And she did, I was so mad that I couldn’t play with her more.

Anyway, Applebloom and Scootaloo looked really upset. I lied and said that she went to Las Pegasus. They went there and so far, they haven’t come back.

Sorry, this entry is so short. I just have to get back to killing! Bye.