My little werewolf

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I heard a collective gasp. Yep. A collective one. Everypony(who was still awake) gasped. At the same time. How does shit like that happen? I don’t know, but it did. “Now, don’t get me wrong, there are good people in my world, people who give to the poor, people who help without a second thought, and try to see the good in everyone. These people, however, are a dieing breed, and usually end up as the victims of robberies and other crimes, simply because of their nature. I tried to be one of those people once, and it didn’t really work out all to well. I ended up with a few years worth of bloody noses, split lips, and missing teeth, while the system just sat back and watched, like it was a UFC match. After that, I changed into what I thought would get people to leave me alone. It did, but not in the way I was hoping for. I ended up with only a few friends, and everyone else thinking I was completely insane, just because I didn’t care about anything anymore. The thing about humanity….. You can’t really describe us as a whole. You can’t say “Humans are completely insane.” because not all of us are. You can’t say “Humans are kind, caring, peaceful creatures.” because most of us aren’t. All you can do is look at the human world, and make your own assumptions. Sorry, I get really philosophical sometimes. Anyone else hungry?” I said, standing up and looking around for food. Everypony seemed dumbfounded, and even sober. I guess my rants have that effect on people… or ponies in this case. Then Pinkie(of course.) Broke the awkward silence.

“I AM!” she said, pulling a tray of cupcakes out of nowhere. It’s Pinkie, so I’m not asking any questions, and neither should you.

“Where’d you get the cupcakes Pinkie?” Twilight asked.

“I’m gonna take a random guess, and say you got them from beyond the fourth wall. Am I right?” I said, causing everypony to look at me like I was crazy. Again. Except Pinkie.

“How’d you know? Are you a psychic? You know what Christian? You need to give me better lines. And stop making me break the fourth wall, because if I keep breaking the fourth wall, all of this reality will collapse around us, and you’ll have to start this story again from scratch, which would be a major pain in the flank, especially for me, cause then I’d have to repeat everything I just said all over again]!! And that just wouldn-” shut up Pinkie, please. “Ok!” thank you…. Wait a minute….

“Uh, Pinkie? Jus’ what the hay’re ya talkin’ bout?” asked Applejack. Time for an epic fourth wall explanation evasion maneuver.

“Don’t ask…. It will only end in major confusion and rants about the fourth wall. And tears. Most likely mine.” I explained.

“Ya know what? Ah don’t wanna know anymore.” YES! Maneuver successful. “w-” I swear to Celestia Pinkie, if you break the fourth wall again, I’m writing you out of this story……. Good. Now, where was I? oh yeah.

“To answer you’re question Pinkie, no I’m not. I just read a lot of fan fiction, including ones where you break the fourth wall.”

“Psshhh, I don’t break it! That would be mean! I go through it!” she said, suddenly appearing behind me. I nearly pissed myself. If Pinkie was behind you, you would to. Unless you’re one of those bronies. You know who you are.

“JEsus Christ, Pinkie! Don’t do that!” I yelled, scared shitless(metaphorically, of course.). And then, to make matters worse, somepony picked that moment to burst through the door on the other side of the room(Wait… there was a door there?) snatch up the unconscious Rarity, and make a bolt for the other door. The one behind me. Needless to say, I bitch smacked the shit out of them. They fell to the ground, Rarity rolling a bit away(still out cold…… I’m starting to think she died of alcohol poisoning), but the attempted… foalnapper? I guess that would be the term. Anyway, the attempted foalnapper landed right on his plot, right in front of me, looking scared, as if he had just read cupcakes….. With Pinkie standing over his shoulder…. Yeah. That scared. He was a black unicorn, with a white tail and rainbow mane… how the fuck does that happen? Seriously?

“Who are you?” he asked me. I laughed a deep, evil sounding laugh, just to scare the shit out of him. I found this to be the perfect time to use an epic quote from one of my favorite bands.

“I am the shadow…. And the smoke, in your eyes…. I am the ghost…. That hides in the night….” I said, his face looking more and more like a kid who was just told that everyone he knew would die someday with every sentence.

“R-Really?” he asked. I almost pissed myself laughing.

“Fuck no! I am the guy who’s going to bash your head in if you don’t tell me what the fuck you were just doing, though.” I said, getting serious. He wasn’t sure if I was or not though, so he tried to make a break for it. I grabbed one of his hind legs. “I don’t fuckin’ think so.” I said, dragging him back until his head was within reach. Yeah. I was actually gonna do it. I grabbed his head, and then smashed it into the ground. When I pulled it back, his face was a little flatter, and had bits of marble sticking to it. “Not gonna do that again, are ya?” I asked. I did feel bad about smashing a ponies face into the floor, but he tried to kidnap(or foalnap, whichever you prefer, I don’t really care) one of the mane six. My least favorite member of the mane six, but still a member of the mane six.

“I’ll tell you anything, just don’t kill me!” he yelled.

“Alright then. Just what the hell was the purpose of taking Rarity? For one, she’s about as useless as navi, and for two, she’s completely trashed! so unless you had certain….. Plans, I don’t see the purpose of it. In fact, even if you did, I wouldn’t see the purpose of it, why not just wait ‘till Applejack passes out, she’s shit tons cooler than Rarity. Not that I condone rape or anything, I’m just saying, why her!?” I said…. And then I realized I was in the company of: Applejack, a Rainbow Dash who was very upset with me for rejecting her, Twilight, a now conscious Rarity(though she didn’t hear a damn word I said, which is good), Pinkie, and Fluttershy. Most of which were glaring at me. Especially Rainbow Dash. I have a bad feeling I’m going to get my ass whooped later.

“We’ll be talking later.” yep, I’m getting my ass whooped. Awesome.

“Well, I-I… my name is Spectrum, a-a-a-and Discord told me that if I could get him one of the elements of harmony, any one of them, he’d let me see my fillyfriend again…. Please…… Please don’t kill me….” he said wincing back as if I was going to. I felt for him… actually, that’s a lie, I didn’t. I had no idea what it was like to have someone close to you held captive, so I couldn’t sympathize. But I knew I should help him… somehow.

“Well, I would say I know how it is, but I don’t. But I can pose a question to you….. Would you rather have your fillyfriend remember you as a stallion who would help end the world for her, or as a stallion who would stand up and spit in the face of evil, doing whatever you could to set the world right again?” I asked him. Another philosophical nugget from the Christians text book of random shit.

“I…… I don’t know…..” he said, after an awkward silence.

“Let me put it to you this way then. Would you rather her be alive, yet probably hate you for the rest of her life, or run the risk of her dieing, but know she died loving you for standing up to those who sought to force you against your own kind?” I said. This time, he answered immediately.

“I’d rather her be alive… even if she hates me, at least she’d be safe.” I sighed. I was gonna have nightmares that night.

“Then God have mercy on you, Spectrum, for you shall find none from me.” I said sadly. I was sad because he was a pony. Furthermore a pony doing what he thought was right. I couldn’t hate him for that. I grabbed him by the face yet again. “Anyone got anything sharp? I’d rather this be painless.” I was answered by the sound of breaking glass, and a broken bottle levitating over to me.

“Make him pay for trying to foalnap me.” said Rarity. She obviously holds grudges. Remind me not to piss her off, alright? Anyway, I grabbed the bottle.

“I’m sorry bro. I probably would have done the same in your shoes.” I said. And then I drove the jagged glass into his chest with all my strength. I could feel bones break and bend as my hand made contact with it. It was sickening. I know it’s a cliché….. But I could see the life just….. Fade from his eyes….. The light that had been there just…. Drain away. I’d never killed anything before then, so to have my first kill be a pony who was willing to die for his girl? I….. I need a minute……..