I'd Kill You

by IncandescentSolaire

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Princess Celestia, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Original Character
Length: 1370

Princess Celestia confronts a man put in the dungeons, and finds out more than she intended to.

All Humans, either present or arriving, are subject to imprisonment for one full life sentence, and are subject to un-consensual breaches of information, regarding either to oneself or to surroundings.

Princess Celestia meets with a prisoner in the dungeon, intending to find out more about the situation that caused him to be imprisoned. Upon finding out, she enacts the first, and last law about the human race.

Published 2021-07-10 23:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-10 23:20:00 UTC

If I had the chance.

Princess Celestia dismissed her guards at the entrance of the dungeon, wanting full privacy with the man that she was going to question. Despite the objections from the guards, she stood her ground and entered into the viewing hall of the cells, alone. She slowly walked by empty cell after empty cell, her eyes searching for the one that the man would be found in and soon enough, she found him. She stopped in front of the cell, clearing her throat to make herself known.

The man was sitting against the wall, knee's up and arms resting on his knee's and hands splayed out in front of himself. His hair was pure-black, his clothes being ragged, torn remnants of what was to be a grey short-sleeved shirt and denim jeans. His arms and legs were covered in scabs, scrapes and cuts, blood still plaguing his clothing and body, his hair dirty and messed up.

Celestia watched him for a little before clearing her throat again, attempting to make herself known once more.

"I heard you." The man said, his voice low and gravelly, yet still young in its tone.

Celestia knew from prior dealings with the man that he wasn't the most polite prisoner that they've had. In fact, in Equestria, most prisoners despite their criminal history were usually reformed, even in the most severe of cases such as murder or foalnapping. Yet this strange creature was not like them, and proved that to be the case in almost every possible way.

Without her saying anything, the man let out a quick exhale from his nose and sighed. "I'm assuming you're here for something, and I'm not going to like it. So before you waste more of our time, how about you get to the fucking point? Your wasting everybody's time."

Celestia watched the man with a careful eye, taking a few knowing steps close to the cell, aware of the fact that he could lunge and try to grab her through the bars. Yet he hadn't done such a thing thus far, atleast since he's been in the cell. "I want to know why you did it."

This time, the man chuckled, his head rearing up only for a seconds to lock with her eyes. "Really, that's why you came here? To ask my 'why I did it?' That's a dumb fucking reason to come in here because I've already told you."

"What you told me wasn't enough-"

"IT WAS PLENTY ENOUGH!" He yelled, his head now fully up and his eyes locking with hers, a scowl resting on his face. "You fuckin' ponies never listen though, do you? Dainty little fuckin' wonderland, thinking everything will be fine if you huddle up and sing about Jesus or something. Well I've got news for you, Princess, ypu're a fucking idiot with a shitty empire, and it's going to crumble if you treat people like this."

Celestia shook her head. "Murder isn't acceptable-"

"You think I don't know that? You think I'm just some psychopath that kills for fun?" He said, a chuckle coming out of him once again as he steadied himself on the wall, bring himself to his feet. "Yeah, sure, humans are known for some despicable things but I'm no damn monster. She deserved what she got. You expect me to just sit there and die? Fucking idiot."

Despite his aggressive nature, he was sticking to the back wall of the cell.

Celestia watched his movements for a second, her eyes locking onto his once again. They were fierce, and full of conviction. "Your story doesn't line up with witnesses. Witnesses that are very trusted within the court, and very trusted in my own personal life."

"Those five fuckers can say whatever they want. They were probably in on it for all I know. And the fact that I used to trust them..." He scoffed, shaking his head and kicking a pebble in the cell. Celestia stepped closer to the cell.

"Are you to tell me that the rest of the elements are liars? Tell me this, how can the element of honesty lie?"

He took a step towards her. "I don't know, how can they? Or maybe is it that these 'elements' of yours aren't real? That they fall when logic is applied to them? You've never had anything logical in your society until I showed up, and as soon as that happened everything falls apart. I tried my damn best and you know that!"

Celestia nodded. "You tried, from what I was able to see and hear."

"Then you know that I wouldn't have laid a finger on Twilight! But when someone comes barreling towards you with a fucking knife, what the hell do you expect to happen? Me to just cry while I get stabbed to death, or go back to my roots and stab the fucking bitch before I get killed? And then, to top it all off, the other five just sit there crying, calling me the fucking monster."

"Please, tone it down with the aggressive words-"

"FUCK YOU!" He yelled, getting right up to the bars of the cell causing Celestia to back up. "You can't control me."

Celestia stared, her face full of shock before she tried her best to save face and cleared her throat. "I want to talk more about your people back home. Where you come from."

He smiled at that. "You imprison me and falsely accuse me of bullshit and expect me to just tell you everything I know? Fine, fuck it. You won't know if I'm lying or not anyways, why not."

"I can use the truth serum on you." Celestia said.

"My people aren't nice." He started, ignoring what Celestia said. "We started off as apes who couldn't do shit, to making to making an actual civilization. Eventually we all hated eachother and began to fuck eachother up. Wars broke out, and we found even better ways to kill eachother. Guns, bombs, gas, knives, it didn't matter to us. Hell, we even infested blankets with smallpox just to colonize whole lands that were already populated. We made a nuclear weapon, capable of wiping out millions in less than a second."

He gripped the bars, pulling himself closer. "You think I'm a monster? You've never met my people."

Celestia cringed at the thought of the destruction that humans had come up with. "That surely all can't be possible."

"Ask the six million lives that were taken because of a man hellbent on genocide, a term you don't even know exists. Ask the over two hundred thousand that were killed during the nuclear bombings of Japan. Ask the almost one million people that lost their lives in Rwanda. I'm not a fucking monster, but the people who made those weapons and did those acts of terrorism, they are. So let me tell you something, you fucking moron-"

Celestia stared at him, her heart beating faster.

"-if you ever meet another human, don't expect them to be just like me. I went through hell here. Experiments were forced onto me, I was treated like a damn pet and other times like a slave. I didn't have rights in this world, and I stupidly accepted that. But if you come into contact with an actual, true to themself, monster? There's no coming back."

Celestia turned her back to him and began to walk out.

"Yeah. Walk out. Think about what I told you. Loved our little chat. Can't wait till I get guillotined!"

Celestia shut the door behind her, the guards next to her looking at her with concern. Stepping up the stairs and leaving the dungeon with more questions than answers, she forms a new law in her head that she planned to sign that very day. A law that outlawed humans from existing within their world without being imprisoned and questioned.

A law that discriminated, but one that she would hold dearly.

For, as she decided then and there, Humans were truly the most evil of being in the universe.

Author's Note

The story was meant to be open-ended without much detail onto what happened prior to the meeting.