She was beautiful; Long orange hair blowing in the wind, a slender form, a simple black dress clinging to her body as the passing air caused it to ripple. Light skin and pale features, adorable freckles covering her cheeks and her shoulders. Her smile revealed a set of perfectly aligned, bright white teeth. Those almost glowing green eyes tore through him with their radiance, allowing him to view the innocence of her mind.

Her eyes looked over his form, taking in the details of his rather formal attire. Clean black slacks, a designer red vest over a white dress shirt, and a cravat that stayed tucked away behind said vest.

The man looked back, his bright blue eyes locking onto her green ones as they stared at each other by the entrance of his home. Opening the door, he gestured for her to enter. "Ladies first."

She let out a short giggle, thanking him as she stepped in. Her heels tapped against the floor, echoing through the structure with each step. The room she found herself in was expertly decorated; Paintings hung, table covered, and all lit purely by candle.

Looking around in awe of the spectacle, she couldn't help but vocalize her surprise. "Wow...You did all of this for me?" She asked, shooting him an inquisitive look. "We've only just started seeing each other. There's really no need to-"

"Nonsense." He interrupted with a smile. "A woman of your beauty and grace deserves nothing less than this."

A blush appeared on her face, one she tried to hide behind her hair. "You really are the sweetest, Matthew."

Matthew nodded in response, walking to the dining room table to pull out a chair. "Please, take a seat." She graciously accepted, walking over to the table and planting her bottom in the chair. Once seated, she remained still as he pushed the chair in, bringing her closer to the table. "I'll be right back with our meal."

Matthew left the woman to her own devices to retrieve everything he needed. While she waited, she couldn't help but to look over the table settings. The decorations were more than she expected, but not something to marvel at too much. The dark red table cloth complimented the room nicely, in her opinion. The five-end candle holder in the center appeared to be made of gold and his silverware placement looked as though it had been rehearsed. All of this and more made her feel as though he was a High-end society type of person. Which, she had to admit, added a bit to be desired. She wasn't interested in him because of something as simple as money though, but it was a nice bonus.

Nearly five minutes pass of her sitting alone and in silence. She was beginning to wonder if something was wrong. Glancing around the room, she found nothing that seemed to be out of place, minus the absence of her date.

"Matthew?" She called out nervously, her mind jumping to a state of paranoia. Out of nowhere, she felt as though she were being watched, as if someone were standing right behind her.

"Mat-" She was cut off by her own breath, taking a startled gasp of air as a hand placed itself on her shoulder.

Instinctively, she turned to face the direction it had come from, reeling back in fear as she looked up at her date, who was standing there with a concerned expression on his face. "Ellie, are you alright?"

Ellie took a moment to catch her breath, calming herself down in the process. She moved to her original position in her seat, giving her date an apologetic look. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, no!" Matthew interrupted with a raised hand. "The blame is mine, not yours. I should have announced myself."

Ellie's features relaxed, feeling at least a little better that she hadn't offended him or anything. However, it didn't make up for her reaction. "But still, I shouldn't have acted like that. I just...I don't know what came over me."

Matthew flashed her a knowing look, grabbing a chair and pulling it close so he could take a seat in front of her. "Fear, my dear. What came over you was fear." He shifted around in his seat until he was comfortable, crossing one of his legs over the other. "An emotion, as simple as any other, but also one with power."

"Fear has a way of playing tricks on us, making us shake and shudder, sometimes at the littlest things." He explained, "It can infest and overtake us in seconds, but it's not something to be ashamed of."

"While fear may make us weaker in one aspect, it can also benefit you as well. It keeps you cautious and on your toes, forcing you to prepare yourself for the worst possible outcome. Then again, that all depends on the person." He said, his tone becoming a touch ominous. "You can choose to cower in fear's presence, or you can choose to utilize its power and use it to your advantage."

Ellie felt a shiver run down her spine at that last part. It almost sounded as if he was planning something twisted. Then again, she's noticed his sense of humor take a dark turn on a small number of occasions. He could just be playing a joke on her.

She would have settled with that thought, but something odd caught her eye. When he had left earlier, he did so to grab whatever it was he had prepared for them. Yet, here he is, empty handed. "I'm sorry, I thought you were grabbing something for us?"

Matthew looked genuinely surprised as he looked down at his hands, clearly holding nothing in them. A dopey smile formed on his face as he smacked his head with one of his hands. "Right, I forgot to tell you about that! I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Her expression breaks as a small smile works its way onto her at his playful reaction. "Forgot to tell me what?"

"About dinner!" He clarified, staring at her with the most innocent gaze she had ever seen. "Remember when I said that I had something prepared for us?"

Ellie rolled her eyes teasingly at him. "Yeah, you said that like ten minutes ago."

"Yeah..." He paused, just staring at her blankly with an oddly wide smile stretched across his face. "I lied."

Ellie's features fell a bit at hearing that, another chill running up her spine as she once again felt as though she were being watched. "What?"

Matthew's smile only grew as a soft piercing sound echoed from behind his beautiful date. Her face was still, her eyes unblinking, her mouth hanging open. It was a sight he would never forget. Leaning forward, he pressed a finger to her forehead, giving it a light shove. Ellie's body fell from the chair, landing on the floor with a thud.

He looked over the seat she was previously sitting in to get a better view. Her slim form laid lifelessly on the floor, a familiar knife buried in her upper back, just below her neck. There was a growing puddle forming on the ground just beneath the wound. And, not two feet from the carcass, stood the quadruped responsible for the young woman's unfortunate situation.

“Hmm, that looks like it hurt.” Upon further inspection, Matthew raised a brow at the small horse, offering an almost reprimanding look. "I'd congratulate you on your efforts, but I couldn't help but notice an error."

Rolling her eyes, Pinkie approached body, grabbing the handle of the knife in her teeth. She removed the blade from the woman before spitting the weapon out and catching it in one of her hooves. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But, have you ever tried to use a knife with hooves? You're basically holding the damn thing with a closed fist."

Taking moment to let that thought roll around in his head, he couldn't blame her for a somewhat sloppy job. "Makes sense, I guess." He responded, standing from his seat and walking over to the body. From what he could see, she was still alive. Her form would just barely rise and fall as she took very faint breaths. "What do you say; We take her to the basement and string her up before the shock wears off?"

"Sounds like fun!" She said, an eerie smile plastered across her face.

It was cold, dark, and very musty. These were the first things she noticed as her mind slowly came back to consciousnesses. Her arms felt as though they were being weighed down and there was a strange wetness going down her back. Her feet were hovering just above the floor, almost as if she were hanging in the air.

The smallest groan escaped Ellie's throat as her eyes struggled to open. Through her blurred vision, she couldn't make out much. She did however, spot two dark silhouettes in the dimly lit room. One of them was exceptionally taller than the other and the smaller one seemed more...colorful?

"Cement walls; Check! Blood-stained floors; Check!" One of them spoke in an oddly high-pitched voice. "Hook for the victims; Check! Crappy flickering light in the middle of the room; Check! Tools hanging menacingly around the room; Double check!"

It took a bit of effort, but Ellie's eyes finally started to focus. The silhouettes were still difficult to identify, but she could swear that the shorter one was walking on all fours.

"You have officially succeed in creating the biggest horror-cliche ever!" Pinkie announced in a teasing tone. "Remind me to give you a cookie at some point."

Matthew shrugged off the pony's words, removing his vest and cravat as he moved closer to her. "What can I say; I'm a sucker for the classics."

"I like it." Pinkie commented, "It's very traditional of you."

Ellie's eyes finally focused, giving her a much clearer view of the ones she was sharing this room with. Confusion was the first set in, then panic as she tried to move, only to come to the conclusion that she couldn't. She looked up to find a rope wrapped tightly around her wrists, as well as a large meat hook that was bolted to the ceiling.

She struggled against the restraint, grunting as she tried to break free from her bindings. She quickly learned that her mouth was being held shut by something as well, but that was hardly worth her time at the moment. Her attempts would seem to have all been in vain, as the only thing she accomplished was alerting her captors of her awakening.

"Would you look at that?" Ellie's attention moved toward her date from earlier, and a small...pink...horse... "It would seem that our friend has finally awoken."

"Color me, surprised." Ellie felt her body tense at seeing, and hearing, the small animal by his side speak. "I figured she would have bled out by now. You humans are more durable than I thought."

Matthew stayed facing woman, but his eyes redirected themselves to his small pink companion. "You didn't learn your lesson during our first meeting?"

"I assumed you were an anomaly." She confessed. "Like most horror movie killers."

"While I do like to think that I'm a cut above the rest..." Matthew began, pulling a meat cleaver out from behind him. This earned an adorable giggle and even a small snort from Pinkie. "That's horror fiction, cinematic gore and fake murder. Sadly, I am only human."

Holding the cleaver tightly in his hand, Matthew approached to woman, offering a look that made her blood run cold. "Also, unlike movies, what I do is real." He came to a stop when he was close enough to reach out with the blade, delicately running it under her chin. "Real blood, real gore, and real fun!"

A twisted smile stretched across Matthew's face as he drew back the blade, ready to start the fun he had previously mentioned. He went in to swing, ready to tear this poor, beautiful woman's insides out.

Before the blade could meet her flesh, he dropped it. His head being sent back as his body recoiled from the impact of her knee meeting his face. Taking a step back, he placed a hand to his mouth, his own blood finding its way through his fingers. He removed his hand, looking over the warm red substance that now stained it.

With a relatively neutral expression, he placed one of his fingers in his mouth and cleaned it with his tongue, savoring the flavor. "Hmm...Sour..."

A loud, muffled scream suddenly caught his attention. His eyes shot over to Ellie, quickly spotting her kicking the small animal that had one of her exposed feet clenched between her teeth. He felt a sudden rush of adrenaline upon witnessing this and charged in to aid his friend.

He grabbed the leg Ellie was using to assault Pinkie, locking her ankle in the crook of his arm while pressing the other against her knee. There was a sickening crack as he pulled with one arm and pushed with the other, causing the appendage to bend backward.

Ellie's muffled screams rang through his ears like the sweet symphony of a song, but he couldn't let this go on. Not like this. "Pinkie! Let go, now!"

Pinkie glared at him, anger evident in her eyes as she reluctantly released the human female's foot from her muzzle. She didn't say a word, she just continued staring at him.

Ignoring her less-than-pleased expression, he gestured for her to walk to the side with his head. "There's a rope over there, grab it." He barely dodged being kicked by their victims newly released leg, having to turn himself to the side, twisting her injured one in the process. "Quickly, if you'd please!"

Pinkie hesitated, but obeyed. She ran to the other side of the room, grabbing the rope in her teeth and taking it back to him.

Matthew grabbed it from her, forcing the woman's broken leg up further until her toes were digging into her hip. He tied that leg, locking it in its current position before taking a few steps back.

Pinkie looked over his work, her anger now mixing with confusion. "Why would you tie up her broken leg and not the one that she can still hit us with?"

"It'll make punishing her easier on my part." This earned him yet another confused look from the pink mare. "Grab the cleaver."

Matthew walked over to Ellie, who responded how he had expected. He caught her leg, as she reached out to kick him, turning his back to her as he held it tight in his armpit. his hands found their way to her foot, grabbing two of her toes and separating them to expose the webbing between them.

While he was doing that, Pinkie trotted to the spot where he had dropped his weapon, picking it up with a hoof before making her way back to him.

The position he was holding the girl in, as well as the look in his eyes, told her exactly what he wanted her to do. An evil grin worked its way onto her face as she placed the bladed end of the cleaver against the webbing of the human's toes and very slowly began sawing at the flesh.

The cries that followed were as pleasing as they were annoying. With every screech, every wail, Ellie tried more and more to shake her leg free. However, the man holding it was far too strong. Her only other option was to submit, but the pain that was coursing through her wouldn't allow that.

Pinkie continued to saw at the appendage until she could go no further, only to move on to the next spot, then the next, then the next. In less than a few short minutes, she had ensured that the human would likely never walk on that foot again. Well, at least not without it folding in on her.

A large puddle of blood had formed on the floor, dripping from the wounds now cut into their strung-up victim. Her body began to convulse, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her dangling body started to rock in every direction from the erratic motions.

There was a retching sound coming from her throat, followed by a bubbling of sorts.

Matthew finally released Ellie's foot, turning around to watch the spectacle unfurling just a few inches from him. "She's going into shock again."

"Had to happen sooner or later." Pinkie commented with a shrug. "Honestly, I'm amazed she got this far." The sounds coming from their victim's throat only grew louder, her body shaking more aggressively as thick fluids started to pour from her nostrils. "Should we let her breathe?"

Matthew let out a hum as he contemplated whether or not to prolong this little game of theirs. "I would, but I'm feeling pretty lazy tonight." He explained, "Besides, I've yet to get dinner started."

"Tell you what," Pinkie began, offering him a twisted grin as she looked up at him. Her train of thought came to a halt as she went over his blood-soaked features.

It was one thing to see him covered in the thick red substance, but it was another when it had come from his own body. Something about it caused her insides to burn, filling her with a deep seeded anger that was just ready to explode. Her smile completely fell as a pit formed in her stomach.

"Come down here for a second." Pinkie requested, earning an odd look from the human. He complied, lowering himself to his knees so he was eye level with her. Placing a hoof to his face, she angled his head in several directions, "She caught you pretty good."

Matthew picked up a hint of worry in Pinkie's voice. He wasn't entirely sure as to why she seemed so concerned, but it was...kind of...nice; to know that someone cared. Regardless, he didn't want her to be upset. "I'm fine, Pinkamena. Really, I’ve dealt with much worse."

Normally, Pinkie hated being called by her her actual name. It reminded her of times on the rock farm, bringing back memories she would sooner forget than have to relive. But, it didn't reignite the same pain it used to when he said it. In fact, it made her feel warm, in a way.

Pinkie's eyes felt heavy, and her heart, as if it were swelling. Without even thinking, she leaned forward, letting her tongue fall from her muzzle before pressing it to his face. It trailed along his chin and up to his lips, removing the crimson red from his features.

Matthew made no attempts to pull back. At first he was confused, and slightly uncomfortable, but settled with the idea that her ministrations came from her culture. During their time together, he learned that she obviously wasn't from this world. Normally he wouldn't believe such a thing, but it was hard to deny as well. She had told some stories from her home, but he knew very little about their habits. For all he knew, this could be something that all ponies do when they were hurt.

Once Pinkie realized what she was doing, her eyes went wide and she pulled away from him. "Sorry about that." She began, sounding nervous and embarrassed. "It's a...pony thing." She lied, hoping he would believe her.

In Matthew's mind, her words only confirmed his suspicions. If it's just something that they do, then who was he to judge. After all, the world he lives in has some of it's own bizarre rituals. "I assumed as much. Can’t say it isn’t weird, but who am I to judge?"

Rubbing a hoof against her foreleg, Pinkie suddenly became very fascinated with the floor. "As I was saying earlier, you can go ahead and get things ready. I can finish up down here."

Matthew was curious as to why she was acting so strange all of a sudden, but didn't want to press the issue. "If you say so." He got back to his feet, placing a hand on her head before turning and walking up the stairs. "If you need anything, just scream. I'll hear you."

Pinkie waited for the door to close behind him before stomping a frustrated hoof on the ground. "What the buck was that!?" She all but yelled at herself, keeping her voice just low enough that he wouldn't be able to hear her from upstairs. "You just licked him! Are you out of your mind!?" There was a gurgling sound just a few feet from her, causing her to turn her attention back to the still-hanging girl. "Right...stupid question..."

Taking a breath did little to calm her down. In fact, she only found it forcing a growl out of her as she started pacing around the room. "Why did I do that? I didn't mean to, it just happened! For Faust sake! He's gonna think I'm weird or something now. Dammit, this wouldn't have happened if-"

Ellie's choking only drew the small pony's attention back onto her, revealing source for her anger, as well as a target. "This is your fault!" Pinkie yelled, running to one corner of the room and grabbing a wooden bat. "You just had to go and kick him! You just had to make me defend him! You just had to make him say my name and make me feel all warm and fuzzy again!"

"You did this, it's your fault! Now he thinks I'm weird, because of you." Running back to the dangling woman, the sounds of her agony vibrating her ears, Pinkie stood up on her hind legs, holding the bat in her front hooves. "Just die already!"

Having to cook using two separate pots was a bit of a challenge, but he had to take his other-worldly friend's diet into consideration while preparing meals. She had told him of her species eating habits; Typically avoiding meat and the such, as well as a fondness for pastries. He was also aware that she had practiced cannibalism in the past. So she would eat meat from time to time, but only for pleasure. However, she had to be careful, as too much could wreak havoc on her digestive system.

With that in mind, he would sometimes prepare two versions of the same meal. For example; At the moment, there were two pots on the stove. Both were filled with boiling water and ravioli. One pot though, was filled with beef ravioli. The other was vegetarian.

When he was sure that both sets had been cooked all the way through, he strained both pots and served their meals separately. Of course, he also had to alter his sauce preparation as well; Cooking the ground 'beef' separately to add into his own, while leaving the sauce itself untainted for her.

Finally, after finishing up and cleaning the kitchen, he placed both plates on the dining room table. He then lit the candles in the center of the table. Originally, everything placed was to create the illusion of a date night for Ellie, but there was no need to waste the scene. What's wrong with a nice, candlelit dinner among friends, after all.

While looking over everything, he couldn't help but notice something. Pinkie was still downstairs and he hadn't heard any kind of commotion. Normally, silence was golden to him. But, it's a double edged sword. On one end, it could mean that nothing's happening, on the other...he felt a sudden weight on his chest.

Taking off out of the dining room, he started sprinting toward the basement. Panic taking him over, he nearly tore the basement door from its hinges as he went to open it before shuffling down the stairs, skipping several steps to reach the end as soon as possible.

When he reached the end, the weight on his chest vanished, giving him a sense of peace as he stared down the small pink pony. She was sitting on the floor, her front hooves holding her up as she took long, deep breaths. She looked tired, which wasn't hard to believe when his eyes wandered to Ellie's broken and battered body; The butt end of a wooden bat sticking out of her beaten torso.

"I can't tell if you got too excited, or if you're just an overachiever." He teased, turning his attention to the now giggling mare.

"Maybe....a little of both." She said between breaths, her body shaking from her silent laughter.

Matthew offered her a smirk as he walked to her, kneeling down once he was by her side. "If you're about done horsing around in here, dinner's ready."

Pinkie slowly angled her neck toward him, giving him a playful look. "Ha. Ha. Very funny."

"It was to me." He said with the biggest grin he could muster. "Come on now, don't want your food to get cold."

Pinkie winced as she went to get up, a pained expression quickly overtaking her features before she fell back to her previous position on the floor. "Okay...that hurt..."

"What wrong?" Matthew asked, concern filling his voice. He placed a supportive hand on her shoulder, looking over her body for any signs of injury. "What hurts?"

"My leg..." She said in a strained tone. "I think I pulled something."

Matthew took a breath, "You have to stop scaring me like that." He said, chuckling slightly to himself. "I don't suppose you'll make it upstairs?"

"I can try." Pinkie tried to get up once again, but was met with a massive amount of pain in her hind leg. Likely from standing how she was earlier. She will never understand how humans, minotaurs, and the like walk like that.

Once again, she became reacquainted with the floor. "Nope, nuh-uh, not even a little."

Pinkie waited with bated breath for the pain to subside so she could try again, but found the possibility of even attempting to difficult while she was in the air. She let out a surprised yelp as she felt something grab her from behind, lifting her off of the floor with little effort. In one motion, Mathew picked her up and turned her so she would be facing behind him. With one arm locked under her rump, and the other placed firmly on her back, he was able to take her upstairs with ease. With the human's focus being on their destination, he was completely unaware of the gaze he was receiving from the pink pony.

Pinkie was staring rather intently at the side of Matthew's head as he held her, appearing to be in a daze of sorts as she felt her chest become warm and fluttery again. What was happening? Why did she keep getting this weird feeling? And why only recently?

She remembered when it first started just a few days ago...

It was unnaturally cold that night, especially once the sun had started to set. The temperature was dropping and there wasn't enough heat within the house to keep her from shuddering. How can these human's bear whether like this with no fur? It's doesn't make any sense!

Even as she sat in front of the fireplace, a thick blanket wrapped around her small body, she still found herself shaking uncontrollably, her teeth chattering ever-so-slightly. She breathed onto her front hooves in an attempt to warm them, but it could only help so much. Her attention moved back to the fire as Matthew walked over to it, tossing a few more logs into the small inferno.

They exchanged a glance before Matthew spoke. "Getting any better?"

Pinkie shook her head. "A little...It's still freezing though."

Despite all that he had done to bring warmth into his home, nothing was working. No matter what he tried, he would always find Pinkie suffering from the cold. He had grown more accustomed to it, having lived in the area for so long, but he couldn't stand seeing her this way.

Getting fed up with meeting very little positive results, he made one final attempt to spare her from the harsh weather conditions. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he pulled it up over his head before tossing the article aside.

"What are y-you doing?" Pinkie asked, staring at his now topless form as a small amount of blood rushed to her cheeks.

"Just trust me." Matthew responded, sitting next to her in front of the fire before patting his lap. "Come here."

"O-okay?" Crawling out of her blanket, Pinkie climbed onto the human's lap. She sat with her front facing the fire and her back facing him.

With Pinkie in place, Matthew grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around both of them. He then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him to share his body heat.

At first, Pinkie felt weird about what he was doing, but the second she felt the heat from his body, she melted into him. Adjusting herself, she rest her side against him, laying her head on his chest as she basked in the newfound warmth. A smile appeared on her face as she instinctively started to nuzzle him, her trembling now completely gone as her core temperature started to rise.

"Not that I'm complaining, but I would have been fine until morning." She began, "You really didn't have to go this far just to keep me warm."

"I really did." He replied, placing a hand to her head and running his fingers through her mane. "It was driving me nuts watching you freeze like that."

Pinkie nodded, pulling away from him to look him in the eye. "Why?"

Confused by her question, he responded with one of his own. "Why, what?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked, genuinely curious about his behavior. "We've only known each other for like two weeks, yet you keep going out of you way to make sure I'm okay. Ponies I've known for years haven't show me kindness like this in a long time."

"So why are you, almost a total stranger, trying so hard?" She finished.

"As I've said before, I know how it feels to be the way you are. It's like tonight; Cold, dark, and unforgiving. You constantly look over your shoulder, not knowing who you can trust. You're all alone in this world and any other you may come across." Pinkie's expression became something less-than-pleasing, like she had just watched a puppy die.

Matthew placed a hand to her cheek, offering her a warm, comforting smile. "Not anymore though." He said, "Since you've arrived, I no longer feel isolated, I no longer feel alone. I want to return that favor by being there for you and making sure that you never feel that way again."

Pinkie felt as though her heart had skipped a beat, a strange warmth building up in her chest as she stared into the windows of his dark, twisted, yet genuine soul. She wanted to say something, anything, but couldn't find the words. In the end, she resorted to hugging him; Wrapping her hooves tightly around his torso and burying her face into his neck.

Matthew's smile remained as he returned the gesture, holding her gently in his arms.

Matthew placed Pinkie at the table, setting her down delicately in the wooden chair. She watched him walk to the other side of the table and take his seat before looking over everything. Her eyes eventually wandered to her plate once the scent of the meal reached her nose.

It smelled nice, and it probably looked better than it should have. All of the excitement downstairs, she hadn't realized that she worked up an appetite.

The two ate in peace, silently enjoying their meals. Once they had finished, Matthew collected the plates and took them into the kitchen so he could wash them in the morning. Right now though, he was ready to call it a night. Going back to the dining room, he spotted Pinkie trying to walk without the use of her back leg. Needless to say, she was struggling.

Rolling his eyes, he walked over to her, picking her up again while wearing that never-faltering smile of his. With her secured in his arms, he walked her to the second floor of the house and dropped her off in the bedroom next to his. During renovations, he had considered making it a storage room, but had no need of one. So, instead, he created a spare bedroom; should he ever need one. For a while, he thought he never would.

Thoughts of times past aside, he set Pinkie on the bed, doing his best to keep her from doing too much movement on her own.

Pinkie found a comfortable position shortly after being put to bed, looking up at the human with a certain amount of gratitude. "Thanks, Matthew."

"Anytime." He said, making his way back to the hall. Making one final stop, he looked back at her. "Good night, Pinks."

"Good night." She said as he closed the door behind him, leaving her to rest on her own until morning.

Author's Note

Been a hot minute, huh? No shit!
First off; A round of applause to my buddy,

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