Chapter 1: Take your best shot!

A few taps were heard behind the door and at the same time, the creaking from the elder mare's chair stopped and stood still in place. She grabbed her glasses that were on the table before adjusting them properly, then carefully pulls herself off her chair and galloped towards the door. The knocking continued till she reached for the door and pulled it open just enough to poke her head out. Standing outside her door was a pink-ish earth pony her mane big & poofy, she wore a nice business suit from top to bottom and of course her favorite purple tie. Her eyes were field with so much joy & happiness even while she was smiling at the elderly earth-pony.

"Good morning Mrs pickle!" She greeted the elder-mare in a slow sentence.

"Um... good morning?" She greeted back.

"Why're you still inside your house ma'am? Come on out it's nice and sunny out here!"

Mrs pickle opened her mouth as to say something but shuts it after. A part of her wanted this pink-mare to leave while another part of her hoped she stayed for a bit longer, just a bit longer for her sake and sanity. "Oh that's fine sweetheart," she said. "But I can't right now I'm sick."

The pink mare raised her brow at the elder-pony not convinced by her reply: This wasn't the first time she heard those words from her, in fact, she heard them many times through the week. Long ago, she was at one of her parties with all of her dearest friends, having the best time of her life. A few days later, she became odd, unsociable. "Huh, that's funny," she said. "That's the fifth time I've heard you say that this week."

"Oh really? Wow, silly me." The old mare let out a giggle. But this giggle didn't sound like anything like the party pony remembered, not like, the real one. An idea came to the party pony's mind, if her theory is true she has to be sure.

"Mrs Pickle." She called.

"Um, yes?" she responded.

"I'm gonna ask you a super, duper, important question, and you have to answer with full honesty." The party pony announces while pointing at the elderly mare with her hoof.

"Alright, I'm listening."

The air was silent between the both of them. The pink mare's smile disappeared, her brows were furrowed, the look on her face was making the elder nervous. Cold sweat ran down her forehead, as she stood there waiting for her to ask the question. As time moved, it moved slowly: two birds flying high in the sky, fillies playing hopscotch with their friends, a DJ pony carrying her radio while bopping her head to the music. The pink mare finally ended the silence by asking those few words. "Are you a changeling..?"

The old mare was quiet for a moment before bursting out laughing by her question, taking it as a joke. After a few minutes, she calmed down while wiping her tears away with her hooves, "Oh Pinkie. That has to be the most hilarious thing you've ever ask me." She pointed out.

"That wasn't a joke..."

"You're right, it wasn't. So please, allow me to try again this time..." Her voice got deeper as she finished her last sentence. A white flash blinded the pink mare when it vanishes, she saw before her, was a very tall red changeling. Its eyes burned into hers, deep holes from its hooves to its back and its skin was as dark as charcoal. It licked its tongue viciously. It was hungry and it found its next meal. "Well well, my little pony friend. I congratulate you for figuring it out the moment you laid eyes on me." It complemented her, taking slow steps towards her. "So, what will you do now? throw salt at me? Destroy me?"

The pink mare stayed silent. She glared at the tall changeling then was replaced by her bright smile. "Nope." She replied. "She is!" The party pony rolled her body around, pointing her hoof at another fellow mare. She wore what looked like a uniform ponies wear to go to school with yellow buttons going down in a straight line down her chest plate.

Her hair was short but matched with her purple eyebrows, and her face looked calm and collective. She reached down her pocket and pulled out a small pebble. The changeling stared in disbelief. Did this mare actually believe she was going to execute him, with a rock? How brainless does she think she is? "Oh I see: you're gonna destroy me with your little rock right?"

"You could say that." The gray mare answered, in a monotone.

The red changeling didn't take her word seriously, instead, it laughed. Laughed at it as another one of her jokes. "You can't be serious right? You ponies really are such idiots, the lot of you! Go ahead throw it! Take your best shot!" It stood up putting its hooves in the air, revealing its chest to her. The grey mare stared at its target takes her little pebble to her hoof, readying herself.

She slowly closed her eyes, inhales the air then breathed it out: In one quick thrust she threw the pebble at the changeling's forehead. It penetrated through its skull and came out so fast it levitated in the air before coming back to her hooves. She wiped the blood off her pebble while not taking her eyes off her kill. The changeling's pupils shrunk, it didn't move, it didn't make a noise, it didn't even have time to react. Its breath was shaking, its body was trembling. It could feel all of its nerves shutting down slowly along with its heart. With the last of its remaining breath, it asked in a slow sentence.

"Who... are you..?"

The changeling burst like an egg exploding. Leaving behind a puddle of blood on the wooden floor. She watched as the blood reached for her hoof, not even faze as to what happened.

"Maud. Maud Pie."

Author's Note

This is my first story that I’ve ever made! Sorry the chapter’s a bit short, I’ve been spending all night on this and it could be hard trying to put things into words in stories like these.

For now, for every chapter I post would be either short or very long. If you guys have any questions I’ll try to answer them as much as I can!