The truth about the Wendigo
Pinkie revealed a table of knives. Organized formally and wickedly sharp.
"Pinkie? PINKIE!?!?!?"
-Bake Time-
A ding could be heard from the kitchen. The cupcakes were ready. Pinkie pulled them out of the oven. They looked like red velvet with little chips of meat. It tasted like sweet jerky and bread. Pinkie was pleased with how the sweets came out, considering how much work she put into them. She had one and there was a nausea-like tugging pain after she ate it. Her throat was tight for the rest of the day. The more she ate, the more she changed. She ate the entire batch in a day. Let's do some math together. It took here a week to eat one of Gilda's batches. One and a half for Twist... so in conclusion, she's rapidly eating more.
She Needed more and more. She stopped baking her friend into sweets and eventually, ate her raw, but then she ran out. She felt horrible nausea when she wasn't eating any meat, so she took a long look at her front leg and bit into it. Skin peeled off as she took out the chunk of meat. She found herself with bloody, exposed bones when she was finished. She was then on the floor, not breathing, but not dead, neither.
"I... need.... What?" her voice grew deeper the first question she had was "how long was I sleeping?" Millions more filled her broken brain. She was in a cacoon-like mass of flesh which she pulled apart and walked out of. Her fur was black. She had nothing covering her now deer-like skull. She stood bipedally and felt a strange sense of strength.
"Go, my child, wreak havoc on Ponyville, you must grow stronger,"
-Ponyville High-
"Ya'll are kiddin' me. He asked you out?" asked Applebloom.
"Yeah, he was blinded by my awesomeness," Said Scootaloo
"I was kind of betting the odds weren't in your favor," said Sweetie Belle.
"Well, this just proves you were wrong," said Scootaloo with a smug look on her face. Years had passed, six years. The CMC is in 10th grade. None of them have any idea what the want to do in the future, Apple and Sweetie are being pressured by their sisters to be successors and Scootaloo doesn't have anypony, her dad doesn't pay much attention to her and all she ever does is watch videos, play video games like Call of Cutie and Fallout: Equestria Online, or go on her scooter. She can fly now, but she prefers to go on her scooter. It's Heart's Warming Eve and the ground is littered with snow. An ice storm has taken down a few trees, freezing most objects to whatever they were on. "I bet you won't lick the metal pole,"
"What?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"I said I don't think you got the guts to lick the frozen pole,"
"Scootaloo, if she does that, she'll be stuck here and we'll need to call somepony," said Apple Bloom.
"Not if she's fast, just five seconds,"
"Fine, But if my tongue gets stuck to the pole, I'm blaming you Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle went up to the pole and hesitated.
"Are you gonna do it or not!?"
"I'm going!" She placed her tongue on the pole and was stuck immediately because of the ice storm. Her tongue changed color and ice crystals began to penetrate through the soft surface. Scootaloo heard her scream and attempted to pull her off. The ice was working like a cold patch of spikes. It started with a few pricks and turned into repeated stabbing. blood dropped onto the floor as she attempted to tug away.
"Fuck..."
"DAMMIT, SCOOTALOO THIS IS YOUR FAULT. YOU KEEP GETTING US INTO THIS SHIT,"
"I know... I'm sorry. Sweetie Belle, we can pull you off now and you might lose your tongue or we can get help," Sweetie Belle just screamed. "We have to do it,"
"No, we have to get somepony!" said Apple Bloom.
"Fine," Scootaloo sighed. "We'll be back," Sweetie Belle's screams grew louder as they ran away, she was reaching towards them, so close, yet so far.
-Sugar Cube Corner-
Pinkie was preparing for all out slaughter. Sharpening her knives, grabbing her bat, etc. She had a unique power that under other circumstances would be impossible. Nopony could stop her, not even the elements. Dash was dead and Pinkie was a monster. What are your options? She was able to travel through time and teleport to her victims. She Spent so much time killing Dash in unspeakable ways. Over and over again. She choked her with barbed wire, stalked like a predator, shot at her and even psychologically tortured her. She was more than insane at this point. Every time she killed Dash she said.
"This isn't the first time," Sometimes she found a strange pleasure for brutality. It was orgasmic to her. She also enjoyed her own suffering. She cut herself so much and felt a huge rush of adrenaline when she did. She was ready to see the innocent looks on their faces disappear after she tore through.
Before she went out there was one more thing she wanted to do. She enjoyed watching the dripping of blood. This is more related to autistic stemming. Ponies with autism sometimes enjoy watching water fall, or a certain noise, or putting their hooves on a certain surface. She just loved the dripping and just cut Dash and watched her bleed... and bleed... and bleed... The splatters on the floor were just so soothing to her. It like medatation. Just a soothing constant drop of blood. It made her feel so... calm.
Author's Note
DON'T TELL ME, I ALREADY KNOW THIS IS OVERDUE!!! Happy Heart's Warming if you're watching this in 2017!
The truth about the Wendigo
A victim of the unavoidable
Sweetie Belle was still at the pole. It had gotten dark and she had given up struggling and was just standing there crying and thinking. She wondered why she didn't say no and if she would die stuck the pole. The clock was ticking and her bleeding had stopped. Her entire tongue was frozen and hardened. Moving even an inch caused pain to the part that didn't have severe nerve damage. Then she heard ice crunching behind her. She thought
"Oh, my Celestia... they came," That was not what happened. She felt something firmly grab both of her shoulders and a blunt object hit her in the ribcage. It launched her across the ground and she slid across the snow, hitting a building lightly. Her tongue was severed and her ribs were broken, alas adrenaline is an amazing substance. She limped over to a tree still having no clue what happened. and another voice came into Pinkie's head.
"No blood, let's see how long it takes for her friends to find her buried in snow," Pinkie enjoyed the sadistic idea and began to gag her with her own shirt, but she was still breathing. Pinkie then buried her face in the snow. Every breath Sweetie took filled her lungs with crystals. She had a downing like sensation despite taking in oxygen. Her breathing was getting slower and slower. The average temperature of an earth pony's body if roughly 100 degrees Fahrenheit. So the ice crystals are cutting holes in her lungs and melting. She's drowning, to put it bluntly. Death was just a few seconds later.
"So cute..." said Pinkie and she stopped breathing. She began to bury the body in the snow. She felt warmer. She felt more powerful. She chose not to devour the body. It was bait. She wanted to see the reaction of the others when it melted.
-One hour later-
"Oh my... no, no SHE WAS HERE, I SWEAR," said Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle wasn't there. Just a pole and a small frozen bit of blood. It was impossible to her. She wondered if she forced herself off, then more evidence appeared. Drag marks in the snow, two frozen puddles an uneven patch of ground.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't have time for this game. Are you trying to scare me?"
"No, I swear... use your magic to melt that little bit of snow," The body was revealed. marks on her neck and wide eyes. Blood was covering the place.
"What is this?"
"I..." Scootaloo was silent. What was this? Who would killed Sweetie Belle, the most innocent pony Scootaloo knew. "This can't be happening,"
"What can't be happening? Trixie demands to know!"
"She can't be dead," Trixie's confusion turned to shock. She started backing away and backing away turned to running. Scootaloo dragged her freezing lifeless body out of the new ditch and began to scream "SWEETIE BELLE," and shaking her.
"Scootaloo?"
"Yeah, yeah it's me!" Scootaloo had tears coming from her eyes.
"Monsters," said Sweetie Belle, going into cardiac arrest.
"NO, NO, NO, STAY WITH ME PLEASE!!!" Scootaloo walked home that night crying. She had lost another friend. She used to have a boyfriend with asthma, but one day... he forgot his inhaler. She new Sweetie Belle for six years. She wasn't going to just forget her. Platonically, she loved Sweetie and Apple Bloom. That word she said, though... "monsters".
-CMC clubhouse-
Five years ago... thunder and lightning came from outside. It was a summer storm and they were right in the middle. There was nowhere to run and no safe place. Timberwolves seized this opportunity one began scratching at the door.
"Monsters..." squealed Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo held Sweetie Belle tight.
"They can't get in, we have a stronger frame just stay-" before Scootaloo could finish, lightning hit a tree and, as most of us know, when lightning hits a tree, it explodes. Burning embers littered the ground and were immediately put out, but luckily for sweetie, the wolves were scared.
Author's Note
Sorry for doing short chapters, I just got a lot of new games and I NEED TO TRY THE ALL.
