Morbid Curiosity

I pant as the sun rises, climbing the long road up to Canterlot, other Ponies would say to use the train, but obviously they would not know where I lived considering I live at the bottom of Canterlot Mountain where nopony actually lives. But I make do since my lifeline consists of traveling up the Mountain every few months.

I never bother with talking to anypony since they do not need to interfere in my business, which some would say is questionable since I have no job but I always seem to have money on me. But they never seem to mind, works for me anyways.

Anyway, I make it to the gate where some guards lie in defense, considering I pose no threat other than the fact that I'm more gangly than the skinniest pony, they pay no mind. I walk on to the marketplace to gather some needed essentials for living in a cabin in the woods. As I wait in line, I hear some of the Upper Class ponies scoff at me, they've always disliked me, since I appear more grotesque than other ponies but I pay them no mind, I have my own reasons for that.

As I gather some vegetables and push the required amount for them towards the shopkeep, I turn around and notice an anvil falling from the sky and hitting what seems to be a young colt that seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and hear a oddly pleasing sound of bones crunching and the clang of metal hitting cobblestone. The anvil, accelerated at what seems to be quite a lethal height, had unfortunately hit the colt square on the head and needless to say killed him instantly. I, unlike the others who are currently clamoring in shock and what seems to be the tear-laden cries of the colt's mother, just stand there with a blank stare, seemingly unresponsive to the world around me. I feel a rushing sense of euphoria flow through me as I witness this brutal and tragic scene. I stand there for what seemed to be 10 minutes before authorities arrived and I came to my senses. I noticed when the Princesses arrived merely seconds after the authorities, Celestia seemed to be giving me a curious glance before looking away, I shrug it off and continue on my way.

I later learned that the situation was just a freak accident and that there was no foul play involved. But I ignore that and focused on the euphoric sense that flowed through me when I watched the scene unfold. Brain matter flowing from the crushed skull and blood seeping through the cobblestones. It was a strange feeling, one I wouldn't mind experiencing again. Strangely enough.

"But how do I exactly achieve that feeling?, The thought resonating from deep within me, from a dark place in me.

I sit with my sister Luna at the breakfast table, eating fabulous pancakes that were just the right amount of fluffiness and with the perfect amount of syrup on it. I sat back when I finished and gave a sigh as I relaxed into my chair.

"S-Sister, I think you might w-want to take a look at th-this" Luna stuttered

I perk my ears at this and look over the table to Luna who was reading the newspaper. She had a look of horror etched across her face. I gave a look of confusion before replying.

"What do you mean, dearest sister of mine?" I replied, dumbfounded at her stuttering. Luna was never one to stutter, this must've been serious if it faltered even her.

She gives no reply and passes the paper to me, ears folded down and avoiding to look at me, a slightly green tinge appeared on her cheeks.

I raise an eyebrow at her before looking down at the paper, I freeze for a moment before retching, almost letting loose before holding it back with a hoof. The article was strangely accurate on the details about the accident.

"The poor dear!", I thought to myself as I look at the picture that was taken of the accident, grimacing at the morbidness of the scene.

I shake my head before regaining my composure and stood up to face Luna.

"Shall we go and comfort the obviously distraught mother of this child Luna? I say to her

"Yes let's, I can only imagine the emotional pain she must be feeling from losing a child so violently" she replied

I nod my head with a frown on my face and walked out, Luna following suit.

As I look onto the scene before me, I notice that a stallion who was grotesquely gangly staring at the body of the recently deceased colt, I was about to head over to question him before stopping myself.

He's probably the colt's father, he must be devastated, the poor dear! I thought to myself, making a mental note to ask him questions later.

I turn to Luna who was staring at the body with a nervousness wracking her body, a hoof covering her mouth as a green tinge appeared on her cheeks. I calm her down with a comforting hug before walking over to the mother who was easily identifiable by her cries of anguish and in the comforting hug of a stallion, I raised an eyebrow at that since the pony I identified as the father was over there clearly traumatized before I looked over at the pony staring at the corpse and noticed that he was gone. I was about to question his disappearance when Luna caught my attention and pointed over to the distraught mother and sighed before making my way over to comfort the poor mare.

As I sit in my comfy cabin at the foot of Canterlot Mountain, I reflect on the scene at the marketplace and evaluated my feelings at the time. I noticed that I didn't feel any remorse at the unfortunate death of the colt and actually felt pleasure. These thoughts haunted me as I slept. It was not a comfortable night, for me or the mother.