"When Sniffles cuts she rustles guts of those that may look on the secrets of royalty that she keeps she surely will not pawn with every cut or gouge or stab she hide behind the mask her sanity has slipped from her far beyond her grasp if you were to lock eyes it's best to run and not to think not twice because if you sir may hesitate you may find her pointy knife~" -Xaden
I never thought that I would be sitting here in my lab telling a bunch of people and ponies I don't even know my life experiences. Hell, I suck at telling children stories that are already written for me. But, here I am, telling you my life story and trying to convince you that I am not crazy. I'm really not, I'm just a little different, you know? It isn't my fault that I see things other ponies can't see. I just see the world through a different perspective that it's usually seen through is all.
Anyways, I suppose I should get this started, right? The name's Sniffles. I've been through the worst kinds of shit you could hardly begin to imagine. I've walked straight on the middle of battles that were caused by Celestia knows what, and lived.
I guess you need to know what I look like huh? Well, I'll be completely honest with you here (not that I'm a liar or anything) I'm not the prettiest young mare to look at, at least I look way younger than I really am. Anyways, I have a dingy, yellow colored coat, my fur is a bit shaggier than all the other mares. I'm not very fond of having other ponies messing with my coat and mane. My mane is a dark green with lighter green highlights. There isn't a strand of my stringy, stingy mane that isn't wavy. It's always worn down underneath my black and purple knit beanie; which covers part of my different colored eyes. My right eye is blue like the sky, and my left is brown like mud. My cutie mark looks like my version of the bio hazard sign. It's purple, and almost the same as the original except the ends almost curve back into the circle. I know, that's not what a bio hazard sign looks like, so I call it a “sniffle hazard”.
Now to the story, I bet you guys have been waiting on the edge of your seats for this. But first, I will only give one story a “chapter” I guess you could call it. I don't know, like I said; I'm no story teller, or writer, or anything. I'm just your average, everyday,almost crazy scientists. Wait...I'm not crazy. I swear.
I was just a small filly, living with my father in a time where Canterlot was just a small village. My father was the village drunk, he was also insane. He was always wanting to do experiments with me, or rather use me for his crazy experiments. There was a time when my dingy yellow coat was bright and silky soft like my mother's was. My now, green wavy mane was at one point a beautiful, pure white mane that I had kept up in a bun with a bow underneath the bun. I would always wear the pretty summer dress that my mother had bought me.
The dress reminded me of her in every way, the way it made me feel so light, like I could fly; even though I had no wings. It made me feel like I could make bad things magically disappear like she did, even if I didn't have her horn anymore. It was the last thing I had ever gotten from her. That night she bought the dress, my father had gotten too drunk and went on a rampage. He saw the dress that she had bought, we tried to hide it because he didn't think that I was worthy of wearing a dress yet.
He was absolutely furious, he grabbed me by my mane and yelled at me. He told me how worthless I was, how I was given my pathetic name for a good reason; because all I would ever be good for is crying and sniffling in corners like a scared little filly all my life. He then threw me across the room, and my head hit the wall. I guess it knocked me out because when I woke up I was strapped to a chair and saw my mother's body tied to my father's work table. I could tell she wasn't completely alive anymore, but I couldn't help it. I cried out to her with scared little tears running down my cheeks, her head slowly turned to look at me, she had a soft, sad smile on her face. Even in her final moments she was trying to tell me that everything would be alright. She was still trying to make the bad monsters disappear.
When her face was facing me straight on, I could see that both of her eye sockets were empty. Her face was stained with blood, and the smile that had at one time comforted me was stitched onto her face as a forced smile. I could tell that she had been crying from the tear stains on her cheeks that had somewhat lightened the blood on her yellow coat. I can never unsee what I had seen when I regained consciousness. Standing behind my mother's dead body was my father, holding a bottle of his booze.
He took a few long swigs of it and gulped it down, with each swig his swagger became less steady. He had to hold onto the table to keep his balance. When he was finished he slammed his now empty bottle onto the table. He had an evil, crazed smirk on his face as he peered at me with his reddened, cloudy eyes. Even at a first glance you could tell that he wasn't quite all there, that he was missing a few marbles, or off his rocker.
“You don't deserve that precious horn of yours girl. Just as your mother didn't deserve to live and see how pretty you would look in that disgusting dress you two had bought behind my back.” his intentions were clear, as he eyed me with his saw in his hooves that he would use in “experiments”. The smell of alcohol radiated off of him, and he had some sort of white powder under his snout. I couldn't really see him too well, but I had his features memorized. He had a dark purple coat, and his mane was almost non-existent. All of the experiments that he had done on himself over the years had made him go bald, and now his tail was leaving him. Patches of his coat where missing too, and yet he continued with his stupidity.
I tried and tried to squirm out of the chair, my magic wasn't very strong and couldn't help me at all. The more I squirmed the harder it got, I was sobbing uncontrollably, I was so scared I was shaking, he had the most sick, sadistic, evil grin on his face as he walked towards me. His steps were unsteady, so he was very slow getting to me, and each moment made me want to to be dead just as my mother was on the table.
“This will be much more painful for you if you keep squirming like that girl. We don't want you losing an ear, do we?” his speech was slurred and he had grabbed me by my mane once again. He held the saw to the base of my horn, and I whimpered, feeling the cold, sharp steel against my horn. The long, sharp, agonizing pain that shot through me as he dug the saw through was so immense I let loud long, painful shrieks and screams escape me. More tears poured from my eyes, along with blood that ran down my face from where he was sawing. He was far too close to my actual forehead, which made the pain even greater than it could have been.
The pain never stopped, he was sawing as slowly as he could, making sure I could feel every long, painful stroke. I eventually lost consciousness once again from the pain, but right before I had, I vowed to make him pay for what he was doing. He wasn't going to get away with this and live, I would be crazy to let him live after this.
I regained consciousness, everything looked blurry. My eyes stung and my throat felt like it was burning. There was something else that was wrong, everything looked different from before. I tried to blink, and only my left eye blinked. I tried to scream, only a small squeak escaped my throat as I realized my right eye was missing. The old stallion was passed out on his haystack, he looked as though he had been carelessly thrown there. He was snoring loudly, and a mixture of drool and barf was running out of his mouth and across his cheeks.
The leather straps that had me tied to the chair were loose, they were too loose to tighten back up with my every move again. I slowly squirmed out of the straps and looked around. Before I could give that bastard his just desserts I had to get my eye back. I was bumping into things as I walked around, no matter how loud the crash was the old drunkard stayed fast asleep.
I walked past the counter with the jars he had kept adjacent to the work table that he had murdered other ponies for the simple reason of science. I had watched every single one of the murders, their screams of agony and fear meant nothing to me anymore, it was almost like a lullaby for me that father would play at night.
As I looked on the counter I saw his jars that were stuffed with the different organs and other parts of ponies. There were stomachs, hearts, brains, kidneys, livers, tongues, and finally, the eyeballs. I didn't know what would happen when I put the freshest one in my socket, but I was going try anyways. I grabbed the jar and popped off the lid, looking down at the eyes, it was funny, it was like they were looking back at me.
The freshest eye in the jar at the very top, was my mothers sky blue eye. I teared up as I picked it up, I examined my mother's eye, it wasn't filled with the same life as when it was in her pretty head. I slowly stuck the eye into my socket, afraid it would hurt, it felt strange, but it didn't exactly hurt. I couldn't see out of it, but I felt a bit more...normal without the empty socket. I grabbed my fathers bag of surgical tools, including some ropes to make sure he wouldn't escape while I “experimented” on him.
He stayed asleep the whole time I was bumping and rusting around, he didn't even flinch when I was tying him up. If I hadn't know my father well enough I would have thought he had choked on his barf and died while he was asleep.
I slowly dug one of his surgical knifes into the stallions belly. As I dragged the knife down He began to wake, well, he didn't begin too. He actually awoke, screaming and trying to thrash around. His panicking made me giggle for some reason.
“Don't you want to help me with an experiment father?” I said sweetly, with a grin on my face as I continued slicing open his flesh. He screamed once again as he looked me, calling me a monster, a freak, and he continued to try and get free. But, his back legs were tied together, and his front legs tied to a nearby pillar that held up the roof. Eventually, he passed out from the pain, I assume, and I stared at his organs and muscles, I even saw some bone. I was fascinated, I had never actually seen them in a pony. But, compared to all of the organs his looked strange, like they had been abused and damaged for many, many years. I rummaged through his slimy insides, it smelled absolutely horrid, if you've ever had to do a dissection of any kind, and you know what a dead person smells like you have an idea of how rotten he smelled.
I wasn't sure on how to stitch him back up, I barely knew how to sew using my magic, I couldn't possibly do it with my hooves. I examined him, my hooves resting on top of him stomach, thinking of what to do. I wanted him to die slowly and agonizingly, but I wouldn't be around to see it. I could have removed his lungs, but I wouldn't want him to die from suffocation, I imagined that would be a bit too painful, then I got an idea. I grinned as I grabbed his heart with my hoof and ripped it out, hearing a loud scream of pain and watched him writhe in pain for a few moments before he lied still, the life leaving his eyes.
“Oops, looks like daddy's heart got ripped out by his little monster.” I giggled and kissed his heart, barely tasting the blood on my lips and watched the red, flowing liquid run down my hooves, I couldn't help but wear this biggest grin I'd ever grinned.
