The organization assembled its members: killers. They all were about to be assigned tasks. Cut up, chop up, slice, and dice some meat, gutting, or gather new victims. Torture and kill them. The place smells that of an old factory, this place is designed to make a living of the organs of the victims, also other things to be found out later. The killers were assigned their tasks, they would be started immediately if they are incomplete, you might lose a limb, if they aren’t nearly completed, you might lose your life, that would depend on what part of the body is going to be affected and what is going to be removed. How is that decided? It’s quite simple really. They hand the killer’s enemy the dart and they would throw it at the target, whatever part of the body it lands on, they would grab the other target, which has the part of the body the dart landed on, then throw it at the target, then, harvest time! Normally, the killer would be highly anxious and scared. Some turn into babies. If they attempted to run, they would be sacrificed, after being tortured of course. Moral of the warning: Complete your task on time... Or else!...

“Don’t you just hate this place?”

A killer asked his partners, pulling a stomach out of a corpse and placing it in its container. They were a group of friends, they trusted each other. They became friends by working together at this job. They really don’t know why they are here? They just are. They know why they are there.

“How are you so fast at gutting Cupcakes? Seriously, I’m only just started, and halfway finished!”

She knew Cupcakes was a natural at gutting, killing, and torturing, how did she become so good at doing that. The killer was lost in thought.

“You better accelerate your gutting process, or...!

“I know Simon, don’t have to re... Mind!...

The killer ripped out the relentless liver. The veins were stretched, being torn from the organ, a little bit of blood splattered on the killer.

“Disgusting.”

“Keep at the pace, Yurin. Don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Usually, the killers in the organization adore others’ pain, yes, even their peers; some enjoyed causing the pain, sometimes going too far and accidentally killing their victim, which then they would join them. The killer Cupcakes had red eyes that resembled blood, a dark pink mane, and a tail, that looked dreaded and old, it was medium in size and length. some ponies Would say her mane and tail were a little dirty. Yurin was a red-coated pegasus. Her wings had injuries due to working in this, not so pleasant establishment. Her mane and tail were dark blue; and also short and size and length. Her eyes were red. Simon had a black coat, green mane, and tail, both were medium in length and size; His eyes were light black. Most of the killers had short tails. Cupcakes pushed a container full of lungs into storage, she put the container in its marked spot. She wiped her hoof on the blood on the ground then pressed it up against the container, marking it with her hoof print. There have been times when other killers took the credit for their peer’s work and got to punish the innocent killer. Cupcakes take precaution against that with “proof of hoof.” The gloomy killer made her way back to the room labeled: “Gutting.” Her friends were nearly done with their first job.

“Hey Cupcakes, how are you so darn fast at, killing.”

Yurin chimed in. As Simon followed. They really wanted to know how she could finish 10-12 corpses in the time it took them to at least finished 2.

Cupcakes didn’t respond to her friends, instead, she took the next container into storage. It contained the corpse’s hearts. She repeated the process. A black Unicorn came in, his mane flaming red, the tail corresponding to the main, they were both short. His tone normally is very deep and scary. Yurin and Simon bowed to the Unicorn, knowing he’s the absolute leader of the organization. Why is he in this room, there’s 100’s of rooms in this place, each one housing a killer currently. It can’t be good.

“Saw you two asking questions and not working, but since this unit provides me with too many organs, my bad, tasks. I’ll allow it.

The leader teleported behind them, holding a slip to both of their heads, he faced the storage room. Simon and Yurin were frightened, was he going to instantly kill them? No, he said he allow it. They frighteningly turned to the leader, relieved to only see two pieces of paper, and a smirk on the leader’s face.

“Are these our...”

They both gulped with fear, afraid it is an order form to strike fear into the killer’s soul. Letting them know they will die from the stampeding killers at the end of the day. They grabbed the forms, relieved and confused, it’s an invitation to the party outside of the Organization at midnight. Only 10 units received these forms. They couldn’t believe they were one of them. It had to be because of Cupcakes. She finished marking her containers. She faced the leader along with her group.

“I didn’t forget you.”

The leader waved his hoof in the air, creating a new form. Simon and Yurin were shocked, he literally just created the form from the air! How!? He teleported behind Cupcakes, repeating the same action he did with the two shocked killers. Cupcakes weren’t frightened, she reached behind her head and grabbed it smoothly, reading it.

“Thanks for the generosity sir.”

Cupcakes said respectively. Nopony wanted to enrage the leader, for reasons they saw with terror.

“Yes, thanks for the generosity sir!”

You’re welcome, now make sure to finish up and go home for some rest. The fearful leader exited the unit, letting the killers catch their breath. They instantly began working on their tasks, they were almost finished. This Unit is only required to finish 15 corpses, 5 each. Cupcakes literally just did 12. She was sitting in the broken wooden chair, sharping her knife on the metal window, the squeaking was very annoying. She stopped after 10 swipes.

“To your question from earlier. I’ve been doing this since I was a filly.”

The others just finished their final corpses, preparing to push the organs into storage. They didn’t believe Cupcakes. No killer here started since filly hood, There’s no way she did. If this is true, maybe that’ll explain why she’s so good at this job. They finished their tasks, sitting down in chairs they pulled out. The dismissal time is in 10 minutes. They wanted to question Cupcake’s answer. They still disbelieved her.

“So you said you learned when you were a filly?”

Expressing confusion with a hoof. Yurin also wanted to know. If she did learn when she was a filly, then... Who taught her? Do they work here? If so, who!?

Cupcakes grabbed her knife, slicing the air with it. She still seemed gloomy. Like somepony, she loved died. She looked at the knife with her face in it.

"I did learn as a filly, I can confirm that. Who taught me, I can’t remember her name or who she was, but she was insanely good at torturing her victims, before killing them. Before you ask, she basically did the same jobs as we do, but for entertainment."

“Did she give you that knife you use?”

Cupcakes looked at her knife, she felt sorrow for the action. She didn’t express it, however, she definitely felt it. Yes, her teacher did indeed give her that knife, but who was she?

“Wait, she did this for fun!? What so fun about this horrifying job? It's nasty and I believe useless.”

Simon said with frustration. Who in the Equestria would do this job for entertainment?

“She did work for the organization, But she did it on her own time.”

Cupcakes stopped staring at her blinding blade. Turning her attention up. If he would’ve spoken as he did to her, She’ll have his tongue.

“I tell you, if you would speak to her as you just did, she would rip your tongue out of your mouth, then torture you even more.”

Cupcake's words scared the colt. Was she threatening him? Or just throwing a fun fact out, it wouldn’t be very fun tho.

“Wait, she actually did that?”

“To a couple of ponies with profanity language, she did.”

“She must’ve been in...!”

Yurin was sliced off the sound of the bell which sounds lacerating. The killers got up and put their chairs back, deciding to leave the room. They made sure it was spotless. They all left the unit, Simon, Yurin, and Cupcakes. They were good friends, usually, killers don’t have friends that actually cared about each other, this unit was common then. The killers ran past them, they were not going to enter the herd, it was too rough and stampeding. The leader was at the front door, being handed their task documents. The killers made their way down the hall, making sure not to be stamped. They made their way down the stairs, latching on to the railing. They already planed on their social activity. They made it downstairs, having a Friday feeling. They were near the exit when a killer was stopped by the leader.

“Hey, Domin... Do you remember the conversation you had with your so-called friends?”

Domain felt his heart dropped, did he hear how he was going to leave this trash, resurrect his best friend that was killed in this place if he could? He would differently try. The other killers backed up, afraid of what was about to happen.

“I-we were joking around, I wouldn’t really do all that stuff. I mean come on, I’m a pathetic unicorn who do nothing but rant all day.”

The leader didn’t believe him, he was lying to avoid dying. He grabbed his weapon which was a dagger, it was as sharp as saw, the blade had teeth going down its back. The point would penetrate even metal, which has been proven.

“Turn to your peers and say I’m going to die because I’m will be a betrayer.”

The killer grabbed his weapons, he attacked the leader, he teleport instantly and stabbed him in the chest, his heart flew out, in front of Simon hoofs, he jumped back, as well as the other killers. The unicorn was brought into the air, it wasn’t magic, it was some type of dark magic, well... That’s what it seemed like? The leader’s horn wasn’t illuminating. He had a hoof raised, the knife illuminated with darkness, it looked so dark that no killer could see it. He named the knife into the Unicorn abdominal cavity, his organs blew out like a cannonball, landing on the ground, catching flames for no reason. All killers were shocked and scared. The body also burned, as did some of the air. The leader swung his knife back into its pouch. He didn’t need to clean it because the blood evaporated. He moved from the exit.

“You all may leave now.”

How could he act as nothing happened? Simon remembered reading that action, he wanted to know if he was truly that being.

Cupcakes left, Yurin left. All the killers left. Simon decided to stay and talk to the leader. Sure his fearful, but he has no reason to slaughter him like that.

“I have a question sir, if I may ask?”

It was obvious Simon was frightened. The leader could see it in his soul.

“I read about a being who’s in charge of deaths, are you that being?”

The leader was confused, what being is he talking about?

“Well, the air looked like it burned, but was it really air, or a soul?”

“Are you spiritual?”

“No, not really... I heard that killer talk about resurrection, is that even possible? If so, legal?”

“It’s possible, but shouldn’t be done under any circumstances ever. If it’s committed, In mythology, the gods would strike that individual down without a second thought.”

“But that’s only mythology though, it could also be fake?”

“From what I can see, it’s not. Trust me, don’t commit that action.”

The leader warned Simon not to commit resurrection, for his and every pony’s sake.

“Is that why you killed him?”

“Partly, him being a traitor and lying is the ultimate reason. Now go with your friends, your unit is the only unit in this establishment that possesses true friendship, now, see you at the party.”

Simon smiled at the leader, giving him a formal goodbye. He left the facility, the doors silently shut behind him; the sound wasn’t the same as it was very loud. Simon jumped at the noise, before seeing his friends waiting for him, he rejoined the group. A little anxious because of the sound, but calm.

“Why’d you stopped?”

Yurin asked, did the leader stop him and spare him? That doesn’t make sense, he was on time with his task. He must’ve asked questions.

“I remembered reading that kill in a book of mythology. So I asked questions about that horrific slaughtering.”

He was the type to asked questions. Hopefully, he knows curiosity killed the cat?

“Okay. Weren’t you afraid?”

“Yes, I was.”

“You know curiosity killed the cat right?”

“Alright, I get it, I slowed us down.”

They were going to go to a bakery, pick out pastries and maybe bring one to the party tonight.

“Exactly! Now, let’s go before more time is lost.”

She complained about him asking questions, but she did? She’s got some nerve. The group made their way to their destination, Cupcakes were a little too fast for the group, she had to slow down for them. They haven’t forgotten about the conversation they were having; they would pick it back up on the way there. Usually, Cupcakes is the silent one, so maybe not.

Author's Note

Bloody hell is what it sounds like.