Simply to die for

by DiscordantStorm

Rating: mature
Tags: Violence, Gore, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Carrot Top, Horror, Profanity
Length: 3652

Carrot Top is getting ready to rid herself of everypony that hates her, while still turning a profit

She'd always been bullied as a filly. Everypony would say how she won't amount to anything, that carrots were a stupid thing to have as a cutie mark. She showed them all how foolish they were. Within a year of leaving school she became the leading producer of carrots for all of equestria. Now, these bullies have turned to jealousy. They have destroyed her garden countless times. Broke windows, greenhouses, stores. Anything to do with her, they destroyed. Now, she has grown tired of these antics, and is planning on ridding herself of these pains. Forever.

(sidenote: This is my first attempt at writing a grimdark so go easy on me)

Published 2018-07-21 23:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-21 23:50:01 UTC

Let the killing commence

Much to the each others surprise, the outside of the shack turned into a twisted highschool reunion. Everypony was there, Colgate, Berry Punch, Amethyst Star, Lucky Clover, Time Turner, and her parents, who are known as purely as Mr and Mrs Top.

Colgate was the first to speak up "So, you all still want her gone too?", nods surrounded her,

"and you all saw the same flier in town so you came here?" Another round of nods, every mare and stallion present more eager to get to the meeting than sitting around engaging in meaningless chit chat.

"SO," the strong voice belonging to Mr Top bellowed "are we going in or are we going to sit here like a bunch of school fillies? This is my chance to plan my disgusting daughters removal from this world and I am NOT missing it for you lot!"

He bucked the door open and stormed in, a cry of surprise upon his entry "What the hell!?"

All present crowded into the room to see a large carrot cake positioned in the centre of the room with a banner saying "WELCOME TO THE FUCK CARROT TOP COMMITTEE". Gasps echo from all of them, followed by screams as the door slams shut. Amethyst is the first to react, running up to the door and using her magic to attempt to open it

"I-I can't open it!" she exclaimed in ill-disguised horror. Both Colgate and Mrs Top take turns opening the door but are met by the same result.

"It-It's been warded. We can't open it by any means," Mrs Top exclaimed

"We're trapped!" Screams echoed throughout the house before a distinct chuckle was heard from the cake.

"I see you've all arrived. That's good. I didn't want anypony to be left out of my little fun house" Upon that statement Carrot Top burst forth from the cake, knife in hoof, and slashed her fathers throat in one swift gesture.

Screams once again filled the house as the ponies watched on in horror as Mr Top stared at them wide eyed, blood spurting from his neck before collapsing. "Listen up!" Carrot Top cried from atop her father's corpse,

"You have all been gathered here for the same reason. Every single one of you have harmed me, abused me, caused me to be near suicidal my entire life. Now, it's payback time. I know that my father was the strongest of you all so he died immediately. The rest of you have 20 minutes to go hide. No magic, no break out attempts. No one can hear you. Good luck~" At that, Carrot Top ran off and disappeared into the darkness, leaving panic and outrage in her wake.

Mrs Top was the first to stop screaming, making a break for the door in the far wall "Fuck all of you. I'm living through this shit!" She declared before bucking the door open, only to be met by her own daughter, a demented grin plastered over her muzzle.

"Sorry mother, you can't escape this way. Also, wasn't it you that taught me never to swear? Guess I'll have to make sure you remember that lesson." At that, Carrot Top forced the blade of her knife between her mothers teeth and slowly applied pressure,

"Let's cut that foul tongue out so you can't swear again, eh mother?" laughter follows as she manages to get the other mares muzzle open and saws away at her tongue. Gargled screaming fill the ears of everypony present as Mrs Top's tongue was finally severed, the mare herself collapsing on the floor in a retching heap of blood and excrement. Carrot Top laughed sadistically as her mother slowly died at her hooves, the smell of bodily fluids stinging the eyes and nostrils of the others.

"YOU ONLY HAVE 10 MORE MINUTES MY LITTLE PONIES! RUN, RUN, RUN AWAY~" Carrot Top once again disappeared into who knows where, leaving her old classmates to huddle together and plan how they'll survive.

Author's Note

I'm running off the assumption that an average classroom in equestria houses 9 children.

The Plan

Crying ensued as many of those still alive had a combined mental breakdown, only Time Turner seemed to still be sane. “Listen up Everypony,” he said confidently, having designed a plan that he was certain would prove fruitful,

“We just need to stick together through this hell house. She’s one mare, there’s no way she can take on all of us if we stick together. All we need to do is wait for her to attack and neutralize her. Hopefully, once the owner is knocked out cold, the house’s enchantments will cease and we can escape and get this crazy bitch arrested!”

With that last note of confidence, he looked over the snivelling band in front of him, meek nods meeting his gaze. Being the self-assigned leader of the group, Time Turner organised the group into a safe formation. “I’ll be at the front and lead the way, obviously, CLOVER,” he motions to the stallion in question, who shied away from the hoof,

“You’ll be at the back, keeping watch behind us. You are never to look where we are going, only where we came from. Got it?” A meek nod answered his question

“Good. Now, Berry and Colgate, you two cover our left and right, if she attacks you buck or hit her with magic. Understand?” The two looked up at him, eyes red from crying but both give confident nods. Finally, he turns to amethyst doe eyed

“Babe, you’re staying in the middle. If that psychotic fuck attacks I want you to be as safe as possible.”

he plants a kiss on her muzzle “I love you and I’ll do everything in my power to save you” After a mumbled “I love you too” and some more tears, amethyst got up and everypony surrounded her as detailed by Time Turners plan.

“We have 2 more minute’s everypony. Be on your guard. We have no idea what she is capable of. Especially not now.” With that, they embarked deeper into the house, wary of their surroundings and every dark hallway they walked down.

A life lesson

As the group trudged deeper into the hell house, they all decided to take a break. Berry Punch pulled out a large flask of apple cider and started taking massive gulps from it. “Oh cider, even in this shitty nightmare of a house, you are always here to calm my heart and make me happy.” At that, she started gulping it down, not pausing for a breath till it was empty.

“Aww at least I have more.” Whipping out another flask, she started drinking again while the group looked at her in disgust.

“Ok Berry? I know that we’ve witnessed three murders today and have to survive in a hell house of horror but please, stop drinking. It’s bad for you.” Clover begged, not wanting to see another pony in pain, even if they’re inebriated.

“Look, we should get moving. Last time we stayed still psycho killed Amethyst and look how that turned out.” Clover motioned over to Turner, who had given up his leader role and taken to being the back, holding his deceased marefriend’s corpse on his back in a morbid display of affection. Sighing, they started to move again, Berry Punch swaying around while singing some drunken rendition.

The group froze as a cackle echoed off the walls. “I think it’s adorable you’re carrying her corpse Turner. They say chivalry is dead but you’re evidence it is very much alive!” another cackle echoed

“Oh and Berry, I do so love how you’re singing my song. Didn’t know you were a fan. But, unfortunately for you, Clover is right. Drinking is very bad for you. Too much of it can kill ya know.” At those words, a box rose from the ground, encapsulating Berry Punch and making sure no one can get to her.

“W-What’s going on?” She was far past sober by now, fright causing all influence to leave her body.

“Why am I in a box?” A table rose up and she was forced onto it, metallic straps holding her down as pipes came out the ground.

“Now, don’t be scared. I’m just using you to display the, well let’s just say terrors, of too much alcohol consumption” The pipes continued to rise and go to their allocated positions, one going far up her ass so it reached her stomach and the other doing deep down her throat. Muffled groans of pain came from Berry as she struggled in vain to break free as a liquid started to fill the pipes.

“Now, as you can all see, there are pumps under the floorboards attached to tanks full to the brim of apple cider. Just about, say, 80 litres of alcohol. Way above the limit that any mammal can handle within their body at one time. Let’s see what happens shall we?”

A loud hiss echoed as the pumps sped up to max and the cider started flowing in, Berry getting noticeably more inflated as it pumped, the mare herself unable to do anything except cry out in pain. “20, 30, 40, 50- OH MY GOD!” At the utterance of the number 50, to signify 50 litres had been pumped into the poor mare, she exploded. Cider and organs splattered the walls of the box as the remaining 30 litres trickled onto the table.

“Well would ya look at that. If ya drink more than 50 litres you explode. Well that was a fun experiment, see you fillies again soon~” the sing-song tone echoed as the box and other contraptions lowered to leave the very few remains of Berry Punch to sprawl onto the floor. Clover was the first to respond, racing over and crying over the remains.

“I-I Loved you Berry Punch. I was too afraid to mention it but now I realise it’s too late. I wish I was able to spend some time with you. I-I’M S-SO SORRY!”

He cried over her, refusing to move until the final tear was wept. “L-Let’s go. We still need to hunt her down and kill her. For Amethyst, For Berry and For carrot top's parents. We need to avenge them.” With that, the other shaken ponies nodded and hobbled onward. Even more scared than before.

Disclaimer: Toothpaste does not protect against dismemberment

As they trudged further inside the house, tensions were frayed. Turner and Clover were giving each other evil looks while Colgate tried to cool them both down as best she could. “Guys, come on. If you continue to give each other the stink eye, we’ll never find Carrot Top, never kill her and we’ll never escape. Do you not want that?” Both stallions looked toward her, equally depressed.

“What’s the point Colgate? My marefriend is dead. There’s no reason.” Turner replied, ears flattened against his head. Clover nodded in confirmation

“There’s no point. We’ve lost everything. Nothing is left to go back to.” Both stallions trudged onward before collapsing on the floor in a heap. Landing on top of each other causing a scuffle.

“Get off me Lucky. Ironic how you have that name and yet your crush DIED!” Clover tackled him and they started to scuffle

“FUCK YOU DUDE. YOU FAILED TO EVEN DEFEND YOUR MAREFRIEND!” The scuffle broke into blood as the stallions fought.

Colgate tried to break it up “GUYS! YOU NEED TO STOP THIS! We can’t continue with this,” she attempted to grab Clovers hoof and got punched brutally

“W-Why?” She began to cry as Clover switched and began pummelling her
”Why should you live? The other two are dead so why shouldn’t you be as well!?” He continued to beat her till she was barely conscious.

“W-Why? What have I ever done to you?” Clover didn’t dignify that with a response and finished her off, leaving a shrivelled husk behind. Turner sat there stupefied,

“W-WHAT THE HELL? Clover the fuck is wrong with you?” A round of laughter was heard around the room as they looked around.

“Well done Clover! I was gonna off her using some toothpaste and a cheesy joke about dental care but you saved me the trouble. Thanks sweetheart, much more brutal than my plan. Only two left? Oh time flies doesn’t it? You’re so close as well. Only another few steps and you can avenge poor poor bewwy punch and amythwyst.” With a click the mic cut out and left the two stallions alone.

Time flies when suffocating

After a few minutes of conversing, the two stallions came to a general understanding. Carrot Top must be stopped. No matter the method, no matter the sacrifice. This sadistic practice went on long enough, it was time to end it all. They trudged on in determined silence, no need for communication anymore.

*click* “I see you’ve made it. That door in front of you leads right to me. Unfortunately, you can’t both enter. It’s a personal philosophy of mine that no more than one stallion may be with one mare at any given time. So, this door doesn’t open unless there are only one of you. Just remember, I can hear you~” Carrot Top declared happily

“Oh and you have one minute. Decide now.” *click* Once again the stallions were left alone, grimly looking at each other.

“So,” Turner began, “who gets their revenge? Me or you?” the question hung in the air before a click sounded

“Oh dear. You’re out of time. Sorry Turner, but it seems you need to go.” *click* The mentioned stallion instantly freaked out, running away from the door screaming for his life and praying to every holy deity he knew, begging for it to just be a sick joke.

The stallion didn’t get far before glass descended over him. He began banging against the glass but it was too late, it kept descending until his head was being crushed within the tight neck of it. “Do you like the design? It’s an hourglass just like your cutie mark. It’s missing something don’t ya think?”

Sand slowly began to rise from the floor and fall from the roof. “There ya go, it was missing the sand. Well, let’s speed this up I’m not waiting for my date with Clover.”

An audible click was followed by more sadistic laughter as sand came pouring from the ceiling and pumped up from the ground. Within mere moments the suffocating form of Turner was no more than a full hourglass, shocked silence followed and was only broken by a click. “I’m still here Clover. Don’t keep me waiting~” *click* Clover was left by himself for a while. To contemplate what just happened to get him to this point.

Lucky Lucky

With a deep breath, Clover opened the door. Silence followed as the door creaked open and the stallion gawked in awe. An entire control panel was laid out, complete with cameras, buttons and a standing microphone. In the centre of it all was a distinct orange mane sitting in a chair, back to him.

Taking his chance, Clover slowly crept up to his torturer and made a lunge for her, only to be stopped when the chair spins around and the mare disappears. His momentum carried him into the chair and before the stallion could react, he was secured into the chair so he could not move a muscle. A slight clip clop of hooves echoed throughout the command centre as Carrot Top walked up to her final victim.

“Hello Clover. You should be honoured. You get to be killed by me personally, lucky you~ seems your name is fitting after all” Another laugh echoed throughout the room as she walked round to be muzzle to muzzle.

“You do look oh so cute like that. You know I’ve always loved you Clover. Despite the abuse you always drew my allure. So, I figured I’d send you out in the most pleasant way I can.”

Despite the stallion’s struggles, he was held fast in the chair as his tormentor bent down and kissed his muzzle passionately, getting her tongue in and holding it for a while before pulling away. “I’m sorry Clover, but you shouldn’t have decided to fuck with me and choose an alcoholic over me. Goodbye.”

With that, the poison reacted with Clovers blood and he died instantly. “Right then!” she clapped her hooves together happily, “time to move on to phase 2”

Pressing the sole button left on her command centre, she set about gathering all the remains of those she has killed. “I needed new fertilizer anyway.”

So it begins

It was finally the day. The day where everything bad in the world would leave her alone, forever. Carrot Top has always been a pony of ridicule, ever since she was a filly she had been bullied, tormented by her her peers. She had no one to go to, no one to help her, so she endured. All the abuse from her parents, the bullies constant beratement to be stuck with a dead end job growing carrots for everypony in equestria and yet, even after all this pain, she can't even do her job in peace. Those fillies and colts from the past stayed around, continuing to berate her and hinder her businesses progress. Inevitably, she snapped. Enough was enough, her livelihood was at stake and something had to be done. A plan began to formulate over the years and finally, it was time for it to be put in motion.

The fliers were talk of the town. Everypony knew about Carrot Top and her abuse, but never did anything to stop it. Hence why the were so surpirised to see a meeting for everyone that hates the mare being advertised so openly. Much to the surprise of many of the population, near enough every, single one of Carrot Tops' old classmates were found picking up the flier and making their way to the everfree forest. Even her very own parents were making their way over.

Carrot Top was giddy. Never had she been so excited to do something before. All her years of torment and agony, finally being avenged. Final preparations were complete, door set to lock as soon as the targets were gathered inside. No windows, sound proofing all around so not a sound could be heard. It was perfect. A knock echoed through the building sending a shiver down her spine. The words "It's time" echoed throughout the building in an eerily sing song manner as she bounded off, setting up for her grand reveal.

One down, four to go

Back in her command centre, Carrot Top was laughing maniacally. “Pathetic ponies. You can’t stop me that way.” Shaking her head, she pressed a button on her board and a claw shot down from the roof and picked up Amethyst from the middle of the group. Upon seeing the groups’ reaction, she cackled and pressed the activation button on her microphone.

“Hello again My Little Ponies!” She said ecstatically, enjoying the groups’ reactions

“as you can see,” the claw began to crush Amethyst

“your little plan doesn’t work. This entire house is under my control. There are things everywhere that I can use to kill all of you. I’ll enjoy watching you lot suffer!”

With one last cackle the claw crushed Amethyst completely and dropped her to the ground with a wet thud “Awwwww I thought you were meant to protect her Turner, Oh well, YOU FAILED. HOW’S IT FEEL TO BE PUT THROUGH PAIN MOTHER FUCKER!!” With that, Carrot Top laughed maniacally again and turned off her mic.

“Well that was fun, let’s watch how this pans out. I do so enjoy this. Maybe it’s why they always did it to me.”

Time Turner instantly ran to Amethyst as she hit the floor, grabbing her in both hooves and sobbing “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He screamed in anguish and held her tight

“No….no….no……” He held her and wept silently. All the group huddled and mourned their loss for a few minutes before Turner got up.

“Ok Carrot Top, you are definitely gonna die now. No one is safe once they murder my fucking marefriend you psychotic bitch” With that cry, he stormed away. Dead set on hunting down Amethysts killer and ending this nightmare. The rest of the group followed after, attempting to keep their formation around the avenging stallion.

Epilogue

“Hey there Carrot Top!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed,

“Got another batch of carrot related products for me today?” The mare just chuckled while unhinging herself from the wagon.

“Of course I do Pinkie Pie. I hope you enjoy them. I used this new fertilizer to grow them.” The tarp was pulled off to show a collection of carrot confectionary. The sight elicited gasps of joy from the pink pony,

“Oh. My. GOSH Carrot Top! These look amazing. May I have a taste?” The yellow mare just chuckled again and handed her a carrot cupcake,

“Here ya go, I hope you like it.”

A squee of joy was followed by the excited eating of the given confection.

“This is simply to DIE for Carrot!” The pink mare exclaimed,

“I’ll take the whole lot. How many bits you want?” Carrot Top laughed to herself quietly at the indirect pun, finding the wording ironic.

“Just the usual 300 bits Pinkie” The transaction was made and Carrot Top walked back to her home.

“How much do I have left of that fertilizer anyway?” Walking down to her basement she opens up a refrigerator full of the body parts of her victims.

“Oh we have enough for a looooooooong time.”

Another cackle followed as she walked away, holding a wad of leaflets stating “Come try Carrot Tops new delicacies. They’re simply to DIE for!”