Diary of a Bully

Entry 5

Today, I was kidnapping Soft Fur -a colt I met while walking to a bowling alley- and I was dragging him through the forest.

I guess I put too much sleeping powder in the cupcake I gave him. Anyway I was going to take him to Zecora’s hut and then I saw Silver Spoon. She was apparently looking for Zecora and was waiting there.

I hid Soft Fur’s body in a bush.

“Hi DT,” Silver Spoon said. “Have you’ve seen Zecora?”

“No idea. I bet she left Ponyville, finally.”

“Oh,” Silver Spoon said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Um, AppleBloom got cutie pox” she said.

“HA! Serves her right,” I laughed.

“Yeah… But nopony could find Zecora. It’s not deadly but she might get a knife cutie mark and maybe...kill us.”

I waved my hoof at her, “Apple Bloom a killer?”

“Anything’s possible, in fact YOU might be a killer. And nopony would know!”

I laughed, “ME! I’d never kill.”

Just then Soft Fur began to wake up, the bushes rustled and Silver Spoon screamed.

“Somepony’s stalking us!”

Soft stood up and groaned, his eyes coming into focus “she kidnapped me! She’s a murder!”

Silver Spoon looked at me, “what?”

Soft Fur ran away and I tackled him to the floor.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Silver Spoon screamed.

“Help me and I’ll explain later!”

Silver Spoon thankfully rushed over and held Soft Fur still, “what are gonna do!?”

“Shhh,” I said as I placed my hoof against his throat.

Silver Spoon gasped when Soft Fur fell limp. Me and her dragged him inside and strapped him down.

“YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM,” Silver Spoon screamed.

“Yes. And every other foal that disappeared in Ponyville was killed by me,” I added.

“And...But...Why!”

“You have to understand, I love doing this. It’s not like choosing your favorite flavor of ice cream, you can’t choose if you like gore. YOU JUST DO!”

“That’s why they have scary movies,” Silver added.

“Please. Kill Soft Fur and then you’ll understand,” I said.

Silver Spoon flinched when Soft Fur woke up. “What do I do?”

“You can cut his wings off,” I suggested and Soft began to struggle again.

Silver grabbed a sharp butcher knife and shakely cut along the base of his wings. It only cut don a few inches deep.

“I can’t do it,” Silver cried.

“Yes you can. Just try really hard, pretend he insulted you” I stated.

Silver applied pressure to the knife until she heard a loud SNAP! and the wing bone broke. She grabbed it and ripped it off. Soft Fur screamed and begged but Silver Spoon didn’t give in.

She laid both wings on a napkin to dry.

“Can you help me,” Silver Spoon asked.

“With what?”

“Anything.”

I looked in a box of supplies that I kept and found some fish hooks, I brought some over to the nearby table. I put some string on the end so that I could hold it.

“Wanna play a game,” I asked.

“What game?”

“It was a old torture method used by King Sombra, you put hooks in their lips and ask them questions. If they won’t talk, or in this case answer wrong, then you rip the hook out.”

“PLEASE STOP,” Soft Fur begged and began to struggle. Silver Spoon punched him in the face and his tooth fell out. I gasped.

“Okie, I’m actually liking this. Can I help you next time?”

“Of course, I never thought that I’d have another pony torturing with me, let alone my best friend!”

“Okay,” Silver Spoon said. “Who got their cutie mark first: Snips of Snails?”

“I won’t play your ga--” Soft Fur was cut off by a loud scream. He screamed when Silver ripped the hook out and giggled.

“You better answer,” I coed.

“S-Snips,” he said.

I patted his head, “too late.”

“How many times did I say Silver today,” I asked.

“I don’t know you retard!”

I ignored his comment and ripped the hook out.

This went on for hours, until we ran out of hooks.

“Lease’ top, let me go,” Soft said.

“Noway, we’ve come to far. Your wings are gone, your lips are messed up…” Silver Spoon said.

“Please. I won’t tell,” Soft Fur begged.

“I’m having so much fun, and when you die. I’ll do it again, it won’t be any fun if I let you go.”

Soft Fur sighed beginning to sob.

“We should take a look at his organs, we can play around with them and he won’t die for awhile,” I explained.

“Real organs,” Silver said. “Okay…”

I grabbed a knife and sliced open a line from his chest to his belly button. I pulled it open like a pair of double doors.

Silver Spoon stuck a hoof in and then licked it, her eyes widened. “Have you ever ate meat,” she asked.

“Hmm, never thought of tasting it” I sliced a piece of his cutie mark off, then cut another two pieces of meat off. I handed one to her and I ate mine. The blood was salty.

However, Silver Spoon stared at hers, before licking the blood off. She popped it into her mouth and chewed.

“Yum,” Silver cheered.

“Kill me,” Soft Fur begged.

Silver picked up a large and sharp butcher knife, “okay.” She began stabbing Soft Fur’s leg. Blood splattering everywhere, on the floor, on us, on Soft Fur. She kept going long after he was dead…

“I’m….done.” She gasped, Silver Spoon was crying.

“Why are you crying?”

“I killed somepony. I can’t….”

“It’s too late now, you’ll get killed for torturing somepony if you're 12. AND YOU ARE!”

“You forced me to!”

“YOUR HOOFPRINTS ARE ON THE KNIFE, AND I NEVER SAID TO START STABBING HIM!”

“I was under PRESSURE!”

“UNDER PRESSURE MY ASS, you even said yourself that you were having fun or some shit like that!”

“DON’T CURSE ME OUT! OR I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Ha! See!”

“Whatever, i’m not doing this again. Do you have a shower?”

“No but I have a bucket of water that I fill up every so often,” I said pointing to the bathroom.

“Alright…”

“But don’t you wanna do it again?”

“NO!”

“Okay…”

I don’t know what happened next, but my Mom called me for dinner. I have to go now.