A Waltz for Trixie

by Wiggle master65

Rating: teen
Tags: Trixie, Tragedy, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad
Length: 1291

This is the story of why Trixie is the way she is.

Have you ever been curious as to why Trixie is the way she is? Well all I am allowed to share with you ponies the truth. For if I lie there will be consiquences that shall not be good. Trust me in dear time you will come to accept this poor pony the way she is and you will look at her life as a blessing..

Published 2012-07-28 07:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-28 07:54:02 UTC

The start

This is the tale of the pony not many of you may know. Trixie, Trixie is know for her...Certain behavior  and not many people like it. But I am here to tell all you ponies that she was not always like this, in fact Trixie was well brought up in this world. She was graceful and beautiful, she had manners and talent. But as a young  filly she would be teased and harassed by all the others in her class. All the fillies in her town. She didn't know why, perhaps the flank that was blank? No because you see many other young ponies had the same issue, yes what I say is the truth and you all know it to be true for at one point in time you were blank flanks as well. Trixie was teased because she was a unicorn...Weird to hear it? Well it was the truth for you see there were not many Unicorns in her town, she was surrounded by Earth ponies, which meant not very many pegasi either. Before Trixie had been a magician she was a beautiful ballroom dancer..Wait you didn't know that? My apologies but it's true. She was like no other, the pure grace and beauty she delivered in her dances made ponies look at her in that moment and just see her beauty. Nothing else. As if the horn on her head had disappeared. But sadly after the show people had not even complimented her...Her spotlight had dimmed into her usual darkness. Well years later she had gotten her cutie mark. This had made things worse for the blue pony. It was a wand and a swirl of magic. The ponies around like I said were not so used to magic and having Trixies special skill be magic made things just terrible. Trixie would have to hang her head in shame while doing the simplest of things, like going to the market where ponies would shoot up their product prices just for Trixie, and were people would trow things at her and laugh. She was only Ten by this time. No pony should go threw this, her parents took her out of school and made her quit doing what she loved most, the thing that made her feel free from her life of shame, her ballroom dancing shows. So the pony was a shut in now, her parents making her stay in her room everyday and night. Trixie cried herself to sleep most of the nights and kept a journal of all the things that went through her mind. To be honest she was going insane. She began to cut herself and use spells to heal the wounds, after the blood stopped gushing out of course. But the thing is she would wander the halls of her house aimlessly at night talking to herself, Trixie of course lived in a fairly large house. While talking to herself she would conjure a spell where only she could see other ponies that liked her and would be her friend, no one else saw these ponies nor the horn on her head glowing, just her talking with a twisted smile on her  face. Her parents were quite worried about her and sent her away to get help for her...problems and they didn't get to see her once for the Ten years she had been there.

The day she got out it was her Twentieth birthday.. She had left the Mental institution with nothing but a cape and hat she had made while stationed there. She had taught herself even more magic spells and had grown more powerful. She had left for her home town with a grin slowly trotting down the dirt road. As she had walked down this road she could be herd humming the song she would have played at her single ballroom dances in the institution “A Waltz For Trixie” she had called it. Not a single pony knew the song for she had used magic to make the instruments play on their own. “Hmm hmm hm hmmm hmm hm.” She would hum in a low voice Smiling and giving the occasional giggle for what she had done at the mental institution, she was proud of her work slowly killing everypony and filly that had worked and or lived there. “What a magnificent way to start my birthday is it not?” a moment  of silent had passed with her “Of course it is Great and Powerful Trixie only you deserve the best.” It turns out that she had never conjured the spell where she had seen other ponies...it was her merely talking to herself and her imagination. Horrid things have been going through her head for the last Ten years Things not even I could share with you ponies. It had taken what seemed like days to a sane pony to reach her home town but to Trixie it was merely hours. “Home...Looks the same to me, I think this place could use touching up don't you?” The ponies she had been seeing had all nodded their heads  eagerly. Trixie smiled with a sick twisted feel and started reeking mayhem. Buildings were quickly catching aflame and ponies were screaming in agony. Smiled humming her tune once more and saw nothing but beauty around her. Slowly killing off remaining ponies to watch them cry and suffer. Making them choke their loved ones, she had no sympathy for any of them “they all must die” she repeated to herself. Killing even the youngest of the ponies with a smile and all her friends would laugh with her.

She had finally reached her old home sitting on top of a big hill, with the tune she made it to the top in a matter of minutes. Knocking at the door with her bloodied hooves and waited for one of her families butlers to answer, eventually one did. “W-w-w-wel-l-ll-c-come h-h-home M-miss Trixie.” Said the pony shaking frantically. She cast a spell which caused him to burn to ashes in a second. Every encounter she had with a worker of the house she would brutally murder. For example she ripped the eyes out of one of her favorite cooks, forcing him to then eat his eyes while she sliced open his stomach then his stomach organ and watched as his food and acid spilled out onto his other intestines. Back to the point though she was on a mission. To find those who put her in that prison for Ten years, and when she found them....it was terrible. She had  pinned them to a wall with huge nails and smiled. “Mommy, Daddy so nice of you two to spend time with your only DAUGHTER!” She yelled in fury and used her magic to stick the hot fire poker into her dads stomach, and as he gave a body shaking scream of agony she laughed at the noise of him screaming and his insides sizzling. “T-Trixie why ARE YOU DOING THIS! We sent you there to help you!” “The Great and Powerful Trixie does not need your reasoning you terrible BITCH! You sent your only daughter to that evil place!!” She used her magic to make the piano in the room play A Waltz for Trixie and smiled. “One good thing came from those Ten years of being alone. I see the world for what it is, and I see that I am better then Any pony. Those people that were in the mental hospital got what they deserved and both of you will too.” She trotted outside as the house was burning to the ground, while this happened all that was herd was a Piano in the background. Trixie trotted off smiling and once again humming her song.