Author's Note

Evaelk's Theme
The Little Toy Shop
Makkon

Chapter 1: For Not...

For all who found this note. Congrats. No doubt you found the dead pony
Lying in front of this note as well. This is not a suicide note. It’s a confession. I killed this stallion with my bare hands. Not hooves. I am Human. & I killed my best friend…

A group of three ponies all stood in front of a piece of parchment, floating, gawking at it as one of them read out loud. They were all in the back passenger car of a train heading to Canterlot. The room itself was just a pair of seats with a window at it’s left, busted open from the inside, a door on the right, but it was big enough to house about a dozen ponies, easy. A corpse of a headless pony sat on one side of the room. It had a light gray coat, a crimson red tail, but that could’ve been blood soaked in it, ah, that’s right, blood splatted everywhere from the neck, and from all four limbs that where crush by what can only be hands. Huge hands. Huge human hands. Huge bucking monstrous hands. No way these were from a human.

The three ponies on the other seat staring off into space, speechless but for their own reasons. The one on the left, a rather thin pegasus stallion, green eyes, dirty white fur, spiky cyan mane and tail. He wore a green jumpsuit that really clashed with the rest of him. “We’re going to stop this thing right?” he asked.

The one in the middle, a unicorn mare with orange eyes, pale yellow fur, a straight, long and green mane and tail. Wearing a sloppy brown coat and top hat, shown she might have been rich but either lost it all or done something to it for reasons her own. “All in do time Spirit.” She said blankly. The note had more to say by she felt like she didn’t need to read anymore.

“I just hope we find it before it kills anypony else…” said the stallion on the right. A thick earth pony with green eyes, gold fur and a messy black tail. No mane at all. Only thing he wore were black straps, two on the neck, three on each leg, and then an open black vest. Looked like a bee actually?..

Meet Ritter Spirit, a stallion who can’t seem to stop being so negative, twenty-four seven. Next we have Jigsaw, her skills at puzzle solving are second to none, or so she says. Last we have Pep-on, the one that cares way too much…

“So, we chase it?” Pep-On asked with worry in his eyes.

“Well of course we do idiot!” Jigsaw barked. She then proceeded to make the parchment to vanish in a flash then strolled out the room with a smug like she knew exactly were the killer was. The other two she left behind just shrugged and followed her.

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“Being blind isn’t that bad. But fuck it annoying! Especially when I never been to this Canterlot before!” I mentally yelled out. Hearing neighing, nickering, whinnying all around and hoofs running away from all around me as a walked through the city streets. “Or I think it’s the street. It sure as hell sounds busy enough.” I figured the reason why ponies all over were screaming at me too. I’m huge, scary looking, though... It could be because I’m holding the head of my friend in my left hand… yeah, I think it’s that.”

Walking, with my right hand currently sliding on a wall. A bumped into thing after thing. “Op, chair, op, table, op, my head, sign, op, fur, was that a pony”, ah Fuck.” Finally my hand slid off the wall to an opening, “An alley?” which I then proceeded to turn into. It was slightly colder in here. No one, No pony else would notice I bet. “Op, pile of boxes. Trash? Shit… That means I’m not quite there yet.” I kept moving forward and my hand led off the wall again. I continued to move straight till my hand was back on another wall. This time in front of me. “God damn baCK ALLEYS!”

Suddenly I heard a door open from my left. I just stood there and waited. A few seconds past as I heard some pony gasp. No doubt because of the head of a dead pony, but what I heard after was odd. “Come, you Come yes?” It was male… I turned my head in the direction of the voice just to hear another gasp. I nodded my head and started walking again, however… “No!, You Come now?” the voice franticly yelped. A hand then grabbed my kilt and tried pulling me to wherever it wanted me to go. “A Human?” I question as I let him lead. “Wait, I can understand you?” I thought to myself. “Wait… horse sounds… Not screams like usual?” As we walked I raised the pony head I was holding. “Welp, looks like without you. I can’t understand shit.”

It was slow going, not for the lack of trying. At first the human tried pulling me hard to move me faster but soon learn that wasn’t happening. Making me crash into a coatrack, a few wall corners the first few steps on a staircase. By that point he just let me walk my own pace. Walking up the stairs a hear a whiney. “His owner?” I thought. “Ok, being led by a human I wasn’t able to understand till now, to a pony I once understood till now, and no fathomable way to talk to either one of them.” I groaned as I reached the top of the stairs. A deafening whiney soon followed. “And there it be, I’m an Idiot…”

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As Jigsaw ran through the streets of Canterlot following a trail a blood Evaelk clearly left behind. If that was deliberate or not, Jigsaw didn’t know. The other two slowly gaining ground on her. All of them saw ponies hiding all over the place as they ran past store after store. Some behind tables knocked over, more were seen on the inside edges of windows, one in a bush, another in a tree, more scattered from here and there. Finally the trail of blood turned in an alleyway. Jigsaw stopped, letting Ritter and Pep-On catch up. “Damn it Jigsaw” Ritter said out of breath. “I know we need to step up, but we, need a plan…”

“All ready have one.” Jigsaw said with a little annoyance. “Aren’t you a bucking pegasus? You should’ve been here way before me!”

“Hay now!” Pep-On stepped in before Ritter replied. “I know both you just gonna keep yelling at each other no matter what.” He yelled. “But if you two could hold out on that till we go in the dark alleyway and catch the monster that may or may not be waiting to kill us when we do?” He ended with a face of severe impatience.

“Buck.” Jigsaw sighed. “ok, let’s think for a tick.” The other two sighed but then went right in the alley without her. Remembering backwards what she saw from here to them. She clearly didn’t notice the others leaving. “Swinging sign, about 7 feet, a mess on just one side of the street, leaning on the wall, hurt maybe?” going back further showed. “ foot-print, big, left, missing pinky-toe… Human.” She glared at nothing. “Got caught on the glass after braking it. Headless pony, crushed legs, broken window from inside, then the note…” a purple glow around surrounded her horn and the parchment popped out of nothing. “Did it really write this?” Jigsaw just nodded at that. “Must of been it’s owner.” A Scream snapped Jigsaw out of her thoughts.

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“What a bucked up mare” Ritter said as the pair of them entered the alleyway.

“Yup” Pep-On agreed. The pair were following the trail of blood from the train to here but at the same time, it was greatly reduced before they even ended up in the back alley. To the point where it just up and ended midway through. Meaning neither of them knew where to go from the fork in the back, left or right?

The pair looked at each other once they reached the fork. “So which way you think. I don’t know. Why ask me?” both said simultaneously. “Hay! Quit that! Stop it. Ah Buck it.”

“Left!” Ritter said.

“Right!” Pep-on said.

The pair glared at each other. Suddenly both jumped at a scream that came to the left of them. “Damn it” Pep-on said as Ritter looked at him with victory in his eyes, only to realize a second later, some pony just screamed. Something blurred right past the two then turned to the left.

“Are You Two Really That Dense?!” Hurry the buck up.” Yelled Jigsaw from ahead of them. The two stallions shook there heads and followed suit.

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“ok, so there’s this mare, Valley Bijou. She’s getting ready for a party right, but she needs help you know. Oh right, she’s a unicorn that can’t use magic. Oh don’t worry, she haves like a horde of humans in her house. How many? I don’t know, got to ask her. Anyways she was getting ready for a party when suddenly she heard a crash just outside her back door, downstairs. So she asked one of her helpers to go check it out. But what she didn’t expect was her human bringing in a stray but it wasn’t a normal human you know, like it was huge and deformed kinda and scarred up from head to toe.”

“Ok no!, let me stop you right there kid” Jigsaw said, clearly losing what ever patience she had with whoever this pony was. “You’re high off your flank, shut up.” She said turning away, headed inside the house, up the stairs and to her partners.

Pep-On and Ritter were questioning Valley Bijou, a unicorn with glazed eyes, pale green fur and a dead black mane and tail, long and disheveled. Most of it hanging in front of her face, and her horn was indeed broken. Looked as if it cracked over it’s own weight and fell off. The pair of stallions where trying to talk about what happened to her. “Oh no no, gentlemen. I only have three.” She said with a hardly legible accent.

“Fine, good, three humans, but mam, we’re not…” Ritter started to say, clearly just as frustrated by her as much as Jigsaw to the other pony. Pep-On just smiling at his discomfort.

“You saw the Beast with your own eyes then?” Jigsaw interrupted stopping in front of the trio. Bijou just nodded. “I was getting ready for a party and…”

“Nope… move past that. Where you see it?” Jigsaw interrupted again.

“Right there miss.” Bijou said pointing a hoof at the top of her stairway. “it was big and covered with…”

“bup bup bup.” Jigsaw interrupted yet again. “Tell me what happen after you screamed your pretty little head off.” She said with righteous discontent.

As Jigsaw spoke the other two thought it best to look around, mainly because they knew not to annoy their paycheck. Ritter skimmed the walls as Pep-On sniffed around, like a dog… Both ended up glancing at two humans standing in the middle of the hallway. One male, one female, both dressed up like butlers, both pretty fit looking. For some reason both covered there faces up with their hands and they just stood like statues. Not moving an inch. “Well that’s not creepy at all.” Pep-On stated.

“Where’s the third?” Ritter asked Pep, moving to his side.

“You want to ask?” Pep-on replied, giving Ritter the (I Don’t) look.

“No…” Ritter said glancing at Jigsaw and Bijou. “She's going to tell us to look for it anyways.” The pair then proceeded with the search.

“Right then folks…” Jigsaw started before she heard a “On it!” from the two stallions. Jigsaw just sneered. “Then search faster!” She barked. Suddenly, a sound of something squishy being popped and crushed emanated from a door at the end of the hallway they were in.

“What the Buck!” Pep-On said with a jump. Ritter just gawked in the direction.

Jigsaw glared at Bijou for a moment before. “Well, Have at it boys” she said as she darted down the hall. The other two just ran after her. Rapping the door handle with her magic, swung it open, nearly tearing the door right off it’s hinges. There sat in the back of a closet was a monster. However Ritter turned on the light for it to show it was human, huge, scars everywhere. Blood all over him as if he smashed something squishy in his hand, which was shaking a little Jigsaw noticed. There was bone, fur, skin, and brain matter splattered on a part of him and part of the wall next to him.

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After the scream. “I assume it was supposed to be” and a few whinnies later the human leading me started pushing me backwards. He wanted me to move but he pushed me to the floor instead. A nicker later and a female showed up. “Again I just assumed. It sounded the part.”

“Hurry hurry!” she said as she grabbed my arm and tried pulling me up. I helped with that. As I did the male pushed me along. We ended up just what felt like a few feet away of where I fucking started. A sound and a gust of wind told me one of them opened a door. “In, yes…” the female told me. I then proceeded to do so, bumping my head in the process. Hearing the door shut behind me I slowly walked forward reaching in the air for the back wall. Finding it a few steps further I turned and slid down. I heard the front door to this place crash open, followed by whinnies, nickers and a bunch of other pony noises I can’t name.

Sitting there I tried to ignore them. I sighed. “Well, here I am in eternal darkness, all alone, awaiting my fate. Fuck…” I thought as I heard hooves trotting up the stairs. Lifting my left hand, still holding Orphan’s head, “On one hand you’re free so long as your head stays intact.” I thought bobbing it a little. “But it turns out we share more to this link then we thought before. I can’t understand ponies no more. Side note, humans here are intelligible. Not by much but still.” I hung my left hand and raised my right. “on the other hand. It’s more or less likely I’m going to be killed, which means your head right here is going to go elsewhere, and eventually your coming back anyways.” I slouched at that. “And I guess the pony that I just so happen to run into, takes in stray humans… yeah, she’s going to prison.” I chuckled under my breath. “Only reason why I killed you here was do to you saying ‘Living wasn’t all that bad’ to me. Thought that might have been it.” I heard another pony gallop up the stairs and started making noises as if it was really annoyed at life itself. “Huh… Apologies my friend, looks like the experiment is over.” My last thought waved a little as I crush Orphan’s head. “What the Buck!” I heard feeling the oozing remains of Orphan

I awaited my fate as I heard “Well, Have at it boys”

“HA!” I thought. “Looks like I was right…”