The Perfect Plan

It was a normal day in Ponyville. The sun was shining brightly in the summer afternoon as ponies were filling the paths around the small town. I was going for my daily stroll around the town that day. Too much time indoors can tend to have negative effects, and I knew that from first hand experience. It had been a while since I had last been outside, and it was taking my eyes much longer than they should, to adjust to the light.

You see, I spend most of my time indoors. I sit down whether thinking, reading, or talking to myself. I never really had many friends, despite my greatest efforts. Pinkiepie was constantly pestering me about it. Because of this, I have decided to spend my time alone with nothing but my thoughts to keep me occupied. It isn't the healthiest thing to do, but it is what I chose to do with my time. The time I spent thinking, the weirder my thoughts were, and the weirder they would become. I, of course, didn't realize it until I was too far gone. I had thoughts about killing and what not but that was expected. One that really stood out was my thoughts of kidnapping. It was odd, but I felt like it was something that I could easily pull off. It wouldn't be too hard to find somepony that no one really knew about. I myself am not very well known so no one would ever suspect me. I had all the right ideas just nowhere that I could keep the point that I took. After more and more time this thought kept coming into my head so I decided it would be time that I took this thought and turned it into a reality. The first problem was who I would take and where I would keep them.

After a few hours of thinking about who it'd be the easiest to lure into my trap and not cause to much distress in the process, I figured Scootaloo would be the best choice. Now where to keep her... I have a fairly small house and it isn't like I could just ask somepony to expand it in some way. That would bring too much attention to me. No, if I wanted a place to keep her I would have to make it myself. after a few more hours of thinking, as the sun began to set, I had a perfect idea. I trotted down to the closest hardware store and got everything that I would need. As soon as I got back home I dropped everything in the main room and got to work. I grabbed my shovel and started to dig out back. I continued digging until it was a ramp that went down about ten feet leading under my house I grabbed some of the wood I had and started putting up supports, as I started to make a full and complete basement from scratch. After a few weeks of working almost nonstop, taking breaks only to eat and sleep, it was finally done. I had made a basement complete with concrete walls, floor, and ceiling with one single light hanging in the center of the room. It was perfect. Now that this was done, all that I had to figure out is how to get Scootaloo. With Nightmare Night just around the corner, it would be almost too easy.

Every year I would do the same thing. Turn off all my lights and sleep, mainly because I didn't have candy or I didn't want to talk to people that I didn't know. This year would be different. I went out and bought candy so my plan could come into action. I got assorted candy but nothing that couldn't be tampered with, without looking like it was brand new. All that it would take a little bit of Temazepam, so that's exactly what I got. I carved it into the size and shape of a smartie and put it in a package in place of a normal one. I twisted it back up and made sure that you couldn't tell I did anything to it. I set the candy down, next to a full bowl of candy, as to not look inconspicuous. It was all coming together. Now I just needed a costume. I went down to the store and looked at what was still left. With tomorrow being Nightmare Night there wasn't much left, however, they had exactly what I needed. An adult ninja costume. As soon as the Cutie Mark Crusaders come by to get their candy, I could leave and have a reason to be sneaky without looking suspicious. Also, no one would know who I am because my whole body and face would be covered. I got back home and waited till the next night. I will go through with this. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to do it. I was going to have my own little filly that I could do whatever I wanted with. It will happen. I won't be found out. This is perfect.