A bad Doctor

Chapters

Chapter 1: Birth of a Mistake
Chapter 2: The first Mark
Chapter 3: Bloody Feathers
Chapter 4: Pyrophobia pt1
Chapter 5: Pyrophobia pt 2
Chapter 6: Hate
Chapter 7: Pain
Chapter 8: Fear
Chapter 9: Friendship, with the Dead?
Chapter 10: The Laws of Life, against The Freak
Chapter 11: A Monsters Call
Chapter 12: How Generosity Kills
Chapter 13: And I thought, ‘Zombies’ didn't sleep
Chapter 13: It's All in Your Head
Chapter 14: Master, are you there?

Chapter 1: Birth of a Mistake

"What makes a monster in a world of peace, friendship, and harmony. We need to get you caught up, so let us start with the memories of my carrier's mind and how I lead them down my path of what is my rebirth in his Soul, shall we.”

“What am I? I am a being of the slow coming pestilence, the conquer of all, and one of many beings of the coming end, I have many names, but time now is unimportant, yet."

It was late that night within the house of the great noble pony Mr. Stitchings and soon to be a father no less as he paces the hall of the masters’ bedroom where he can hear his wife groaning and screaming in pain as she gives labor. He waits with one of his butlers as he takes slow deep breaths as his butler attempts to calm the pacing soon to be a father with a light cough loud enough to catch his attention, seeing worry and stress on his face.

“Sir with all due respect I would believe that your wife will be fine along with your children, I know it came as a surprise when the doctor spoke of her baring twins, quite the rarity if ask me, sir, you should feel honored.”

"I know Silver Bell, but what I am most worry if I would be a good father better than my own has been, I worry that they would be worse or celestial forbids they don't follow the family business like me or Violet, what if"- With a sudden ear perk, he eyes the door as he no longer hears the agonizing groans or screams of pain as thoughts rushed his mind, not making it or their children making it. He failed not only as a husband but as a father.

With a click on the door lock of the masters' bedroom, one of the maid attendance opens it slowly, poking her head out to the gaze of the panicked Noble pony as his butler patting his shoulder with his hoof gently to ease the stressed noble pony breathing rapidly. He stares up to the maid with the most worried face she might have ever seen on the nobles' look, with a slight smile of joy to ease the noble pony seeing his rapid breathing come to a slow, calm breath as she spoke to him in a calming respected tone.

“Congratulations sir, you are now a father of triplets of two beautiful twin daughter fillies and one questionable colt son, but most honor to your wife for delivering such amazing strong life to your family; your grace, your wife is now ready for you to see the fillies and the colt though he was quite the surprise for your wife sir.”

The earth pony stood wide-eyed, and jaw gaped but recovered quickly with a giant smile as he faced his butler with a large smile and a gaze of a young colt not even excited and wanting to reassure their excitement as his butler smile and nods, letting him know that he too heard the news and wasn't alone hearing that the earth pony noble was a father of triplets instead of twins. One of them was a colt, with the maid holding the door wide for him and his butler as he trots happily proudly in to see his wife a violet purple wine red mane mare holding two fillies both white coat but different as one baring gold yellow and the other a grey steel mane in her hooves as she layers in the bed with sweat dripping off her head and face as she smiles exhaustedly back at her stallion.

He reached down to her and hugged her gently, smiling brighter and prouder than ever, and he retracts himself but looks at the holding his third child and holds his hoof out to the nurse as she walks towards him.

"Violet that one is, is it my colt, my s-son?" He asked in reassurance but surprised as his smile dipped down a little concerned. Still, the daggering snarl stare the mare gave to not the nurse but the young colt in the nurse's hoof as she stood next to the earth pony, he gently takes the colt into his hoof from the nurse, and as he gazes at the colt his smile turned down quickly to disgusted anger and repulsed as he looked at the colt giving it to a nearby maid and backing away to his wife laying in her bed standing in an almost guarding stand.

“That co- 'THING' is an abomination to not only me, my wife, and the twin fillies, but to our bloodline but you will be held accountable for that 'thing.' you damned harlot." He screams out, turning his head to face his mare Violet, shocked, and snarls quickly at him from what he said.

He sees the shock on his wife’s face as she slowly closed her gasping jaw to grit her teeth and snarl back at her husband for not only raising and acclaiming such an accusation as the twin fillies started to cry by the anger raised tone by him rocking them gently in her hooves and using her wings to comforting them as she continues to eye her husband.

“Perhaps if your ‘noble blood line’ weren’t corrupted, then maybe you, the foal, would’ve been more to your liking; indeed, it is not my fault that such an abomination would come from my family as pure as mine.”-

She was interrupted by her enraged husband; she tried to calm the twin fillies in her hooves, to which the maids and butler quickly intervened the two arguing parents as the butler pulled the raging father out of the room with two maids came and helped the butler blocking the view of the pegasus escorting the enraged earth pony as they forced him to leave the bedroom, the last three maids went to her side to calm and take the two fillies from her.

The maid holding the colt with the doctor looked over at the colt. It was a dark blue-coated unicorn with a dark ashy grey mane, examining the colt seeing nothing wrong with him as the mother slowly walked to the mother embed to show her the foal and seeing her same reaction of disgusting hatred towards the colt.

“BY HER MAJESTY BLAZING SUN WHAT IS THIS DISGUSTINGLY FOUL CREATURE DID CRAWLED OUT OF MY?!”

The maids, nurse, and the doctor stood there gazing back and forth to each other, then back to the dark blue colt as the maid slowly backed away with it seeing the mare screaming in anger at the colt, the maid as the doctor begins to pack up his surgical equipment and tools. Pulling out a syringe, inject the angry lashing mare with some numbing medicine in her hoof with the maid's help trying to calm her down out of worry she might injure the colt and twin fillies.

The maid slowly looks over to mare, calming down with her vision going blurry and sideways, snarling at the maid as she rocks the colt in her hoof, confused but staying in her servants’ posture.

“Take that abomination to the basement and give it that zebra; perhaps it would make better use of that abomination with its potions or maybe fix it for Celestia’s sakes, get that burden away from...me.”

As Violet slowly falls under the anti-pain, feeling a bit numb as the maid nods to her order, quietly carrying the colt and leaving the room, she peeks her head through the door and looks down both ends of the hallway to make sure that Mr. Stitchings. She leaves the nobles master bedroom and makes her way down the hall, going right to the far stairs to avoid the office and his private lounge as he’d be most likely be there with his butler to listen to his enraged rambling. The maid’s ears perk up, hearing the fate sound of glass breaking and what could be furniture being tossed around only to double her pace to a fast trot going down the stairs to the grand hall entrance, trotting slowly down the stairs and looking over at the tiny, blue unicorn colt, as it stares up at her. She didn’t understand why would his father but even his mother would despise such a young colt as if they witnessed the most horrific being in their lives.

So many questions, yet for now, she trots from the grand hall's door to enter the kitchen. Seeing all the chefs smiling and nodding their heads over to the maid being on break from their shifts, she moves the far door next to the kitchen pantry only to unlock its heavy bulk lock and slowly open the door, the doors creaking greeted with a faint cold breeze and the stairs leading into the dark, but a faintly lit room of the basement which with one step, she took a slow pace making each step down the stairs. She looks back to see the door closed behind her only to bury her brows in thinking some joke by one of the chefs, which she continues to make her way down feeling the cold grow and the dark engulfing her and the colt. Still, it wasn't permanent as the glow of lantern flames lit small areas trotting over beyond boxes and barrels of storage.

She hears a voice it sounded like a mare speaking in a different language native voice, making the maid stop to listen; she peeked her head behind some old storage boxes and saw the zebra mare sitting in a red chalked circle with various symbols as the zebra mare spoke in a slow. Low toned chant-like tone, the maid slowly walked out from behind the boxes and setting down the young unicorn colt on the ground gently near the red chalk-drawn circle cough lightly catching the zebras attention stopping what her chanting was, she looked at the maid and the colt on the basis confused but making eye contact with the maid seeing her calm herself holding her hoof to her chest and take a breath to regain herself.

“Apologize for disturbing, whatever it is your doing but sir Stitchings has instructed that you are to charge with the care of this foal and for not letting it know that it shares the bloodline with Violet or Stitchings himself, I do hope you understand the task you are ordered with and so I will leave you to your ‘zebra kin rituals’ or what it is your doing miss.”

As the maid finishes glancing at the zebra mares body with the dim light of the lanterns, the zebra mare had scares over her striped black with white stripes coat of what looked like she was taking beatings, whiplashing scars, cuts, and a star branding over three small swirling circles of what looked like her cutie-mark on her both sides of her flanks. Her left fore-hoof poorly wrapped in dirty bandages as it bent inwards more than her other hooves, the maid knew not to ask or question she shook her head, slowly backing away, leaving the colt with the zebra mare and making her way quickly back to the upstairs to the kitchen, and the only sounds ever heard was the creaking sound of the basement door and the heavy clinking of the lock. The young colt looked around as the zebra slowly got up wobbly and limped her way to stand in front of the foal, smiling at it lowering her head down to gently nuzzle the colt's face as it giggled at it.

"Do not fear or threat little one, for your own family sees you as a regret, you will be much more than that soon, all will see you as a tragedy, I shall teach you my kin and peoples ways of calamity, only now for you new destiny to reach, will be too ill and to greet the lost being of all will."

Zara whispers to the dark blue unicorn foal in her native tongue as the colt closes its eyes yawning tiredly and leans up to Zara's bandage hoof curling up into a small ball on her, which Zara gently picks the young colt in her hoof and carries over limply and slowly to her chalk-drawn circle laying down in the center of it and resting the colt next to her, seeing him move closer next to her stomach moving her tail to make a blanket for the colt as it rests quietly and slept easily, Zara lowered her head thinking of how the colt will grow into the being that her ritual saw him grow but she'll think over it at a different time for the future, but all she can do now is teach him to speak and read the common equestrian and other importance of life he will need to be ready maybe some of her zebra native tongue along with alchemy and rituals, now she would have to call the colt to which she leaned her muzzle next to the colts ear and with her same quiet caring tone take a small breath in closing her head before she rests.

”Rest now little one, your time will be on the come to and soon or late, all my rhymes will soon be your rune gift of hate”

Author's Note

Will be better and will our little hate grow to being that Zara will guide to or will something worse bad happen to him, who know give a like and feedback its the first chapter so I'm expected a lot and probably some edits, so yeah have a good day/ evening and thanks for reading folks, cya around in the next chapter.

Chapter 2: The first Mark

“What makes a monster different from a villain?
A villain has a goal, interests, motivation that drives them to make the wrong decisions and choices by perspective.
But what about Monsters? What do they have that's different from a villain?”

Location: ???? : Ruins of The Stitchings Manor

“I don't remember much of my youth, but I do remember one thing, and it was when the ‘Great Noble pony’ of the manor along with his wife and daughters hated me; well, I wouldn't say hate is the most powerful word for how they felt of me but the one pony that 'even though she wasn't a pony' always treated me well and cared for me in that entire manor was Zara, a zebra. Still, enough of this monologuing of unimportance, why not start where it began when I began to take my first steps on my hooves.“

~~~Flashback to the past~~~

POV: Thing

From the moment I was just nothing but foal I remember Zara teaching me to speak at least some equestrian language starting at the simple basic phrases and words that all young foals learn; basic greetings, goodbyes and some numbers along with counting, she wasn't the best teacher persay nor a care taker she was the only one that cared for me but the one thing was her teaching me of her zebra kin tongue and of her ways but the one thing she knew was in order for me to live in that damned manor was to work as a servant for that accursed noble family was to serve them and there biddings, to which she taught me how to walk on all four of my hooves at least to a descent still wobblily but through days I learned to handle to just a light walk and trot but the most challenging thing was holding things with my hooves to balance them on my hooves but blessed by the sun herself, I was a unicorn to which through an extreme amount of hard work and mind numbing patience I learned how to use my magic only simple levitation of small to light objects but it was a moment that I loved and a good memory that I felt like even I thou bastardized and without a mother Zara cherished the moment she spent with her as I loved it thou even if she wasn't my true blooded birthed mother I started to learn to love her as one.

But the same day I learned that in life all good things must come to an end and that joy should never be wasted in poorly moment as I remember the noble pony himself coming down in that dark cold basement hearing the door up the stairs unlocking clang and creaking along the creeks of the stairs with his hoofsteps, he smelled foul and a smell that I never smelled but it was intense and though with a faint fruity smell he reeked of it enough to where it could be his own natural smell along with that burnt ashy smell but it wasn't as strong as that other stinging smell the bothered my nostrils but all I knew being the young foal I was he looked mad or more than that he looked furious enough then that red of his face couldn't be distinguish from either what he was feeling to what was going on with him, he walked in as Zara quickly moved me to hide behind some box or blanket it didn't matter though cause he'd end up finding out anyways and by celestia's horn did that memory still hurts to this moment and I can still make out the very words her spoke even if he was out of it then the words drunkest colts or stallions.

"W-Where is it... where i-s is that damn unicorn thing of yours, I need, to need release some steam of my hooves on it... or y-you thin you, your old hag of a body can take more, damned zebra slave?"

Zara coving her nose from the smell as she stood up, covering my hiding place she hid me in was snarling at him if I knew what the look of almost throwing daggers looked like, it would have been her face alone that made it seem only to piss off that noble colt more than her was drunk to which she replied and with raw anger in her tone to me but still in a respecting voice to him.

"He is but a colt as you reek of fold, if you wish to bring harm and starve him of eating, then I shall be their to take his beat"-

Just like that with one buck right to the chest of the zebra making her stubble back and almost falling to sit on her plot she still stood by a single hoof form Mr. stitching making her move away from her spot of to the side and wobblily walk over to the stop Zara hid me in and for this part I know damn well that not even Celestia her self could help or aid me because it will stay with me for as long as I lived and burned in my own head, as he grabbed me by my own ears pulling me out and to which I obviously panicked by using my own magic to over one of the bottles from the cellar side of the basement and smashed over the the drunk earth pony's head not even realizing that I made not only my situation worse but a benefit for him only have my own head slammed against the wall and feeling his hoof around my horn gripping tightly around it and the force of him pulling on it, the next feeling besides panic was pain and not just the kind that felt like getting slammed head first to a wall the kind of a bone was close to breaking as the only thing I knew doing by instinct was thrash around and try to make him stop but being just a foal I knew that it was utterly useless as I Zara screaming, begging and even trying to make that earth pony noble stop but to slowly to feel tears watering down my face as that loud 'SNAP' came and all was quite.

"There we go but firstly, never put your filthy hooves on my body every again unless you'd get this shoved somewhere where Celestia's sun doesn't show"

I didn't know what to feel; the only thing I felt was lightheaded and a lot of pain on my forehead. Also, a bit light in weight on my head as something slowly rippled down my face and whatever it was coming down hard and fast just when the earth pony kicked off Zara to the ground who desperately crawled to me hugging my body tightly in her embrace snarling those same dagger eyes at Mr. Stitchings. Who looked pleased holding what looked to be a blue half tip of a horn of a unicorn covered in a dark red liquid with a large twisted smile as he eyes down my locking onto his, but that forever stayed with my on my brain was those exact words he sad before leaving up the stairs less wobblily then he entered to be alone with Zara covering my head in her hoof tightly as she hugged my close to her.

"I do believe that this will suffice as an apology for not only ruining my families lives but as well as our bloodline you freak of nature, be glad that this is a mercy to you, who knows what you could've done with this thing, might I saw you look more pony than anything especially better than that zebra that cares so much over you, I believe she can scrounge about some healing-Hebrew or something to stop that."

"HE IS BUT A COLT AND A WOUND LIKE THIS WOULD TAKE HIS LIFE, HAVE YOU NO GUILT OR EVEN SHAME FOR SUCH ACTION EVIL BEAST!"

Hearing Zara say that I felt dazed my vision bury and my head feeling less pain but light and saw the same color of red not only drippling down her hoof and body but on mine as well, as that earth pony only laughed a creepy evil laugh as he left the zebra alone covering my head tightly as I started to feel her tight hoof pressing against my head crying, reaching my own hoof to meet with hers but to what shocked me was was I didn't had my horn only felt the base of it along with tiny points and a cracks around it to which it deemed on me that the horn he had on his own hoofs was my own horn her broke off my head making me look up to Zara crying as she holds my head tightly try to stop the red liquid which I only found out was my own blood as I hugged her tightly and began to cry like the baby I was in her hooves as the pain was not only agonizing but just the most painful feeling I ever felt, I knew that it wouldn't get worse but just think that this was painful to me I only wished that damn pony would've at least given my horn back instead of keeping it for 'a token of my apologize' but from that day I only prayed to Celestia's sun that I would be spared from this pain and this despair of living, 'I just wished I knew it wasn't going to come true' as I cried on Zaras chest in my tight embraced to her I managed to take a few breaths in and finally mustered some words to speak to her but to her surprise in her own zebra kin language but I guess she was more on my head bleeding.

"Z-Zara... i-it get better... b-both us?"

"Save your strength little one, I will do my best to close the wound just keep your eyes open and keep hugging, my child."

After what felt like mostly an hour or a half of lots of tears, blood and tight hugging Zara managed to stop the blood from pour down my face as her hooves and coat was coated in my own blood along with own coat but it didnt matter Zara quickly moved me to rest on her back and slowly limped her way to a corner in the dark of the basement barely lit by the hanging lanterns shelfs of bottles and containers of weird colors shapes and things in them along a small caldron boiling over a small fire as it seemed to be some bizarre basement chimney, always wondered how would that work, but I didnt bothering putting a though or even questioning what she was doing or even the stuff in the bottles, containers or even that small caldron feeling her set me down to lay on the ground moving my hooves to push myself to sit up only to feel Zara's hoof rest on my shoulder almost telling me not to move just lay there watching her move quickly around the tight area opening containers and bottles pouring or sprinkling them within the caldron using a ladle to stir the mixture quickly but careful as much as she could, pulling a small bole from one of the shelves and using the ladle to pour the strange liquid only to see the color of it turning from a weird green to a light purple color she then gently blew on it seeing it was steaming hot, she held the bole carefully limping her way and slowly sat next to me setting the bole down on the ground carefully without spilling it grabbing a small knife resting on top of a box and quickly slices over her hoof making a small cut and hover her hoof over the bole and letting only three drops of her blood drip into the purple liquid chanting words I never heard before but whatever she said almost changing it from the light purple to a darker shad of purple, picking up the bole and moving it close to my muzzle she then speaks in her zebra tongue to me as it was caring, calm and almost felt like it ease the pain with just her words alone.

"Drink my little one though the taste and effect will be slow and painful, it will ease and calm all that wreck and baneful feeling."

Understanding a little of what she says, I had no choice but to drink the dark purple liquid and slowly chugged it down as Zara held the bole for me to drink it, and within moments the taste of it was disgusting. It tasted raw of almost made me vomit it out but hearing Zara voice as she told me what to do, I bared with it and slowly drank it all, coughing and gasping for air; the pain within a moment felt numb but was there faint and then came the dizziness along with the harrowing feeling of exhaustion. I tried to force myself awake only to feel Zara's hoof gently stroke my main and head know that it was ok to rest, letting the exhaustion take hold and slowly falling to sleep. Only to faintly hear her voice as it slowly faded away one last time, almost sounding like a chant she did for the first time but with different words, only to pass out and lay asleep with only the last feeling being Zara's hoof stroking my head and mane uttering my last words as I sleep.

"I hate Mr. Stitchings... I hate noble ponies, of 'all' kinds."

Author's Note

Such a hard thing for our little foal, now seeing Zara as a sort of motherly care taking hopefully she feels the same but will see what happens next to your foal, maybe something good will happen in the next chapter, who knows, till then cya next time folks.

hey, after chapter one thought I'll go in a slight changed perspective of the story it ain't permit just an idea I'd like to try out, also starting up to a slowly start with the red tags expect more or less and will see if the the story goes well or not.

Chapter 3: Bloody Feathers

Location: ???? : basement of The Stitchings Manor

"Memories, a fickle thing to have on the mind wouldn't you say? Especially since some could give either good or bad feelings from them, but you're here for one thing and that's to know what happens next, so I shall give thee my tale till we are caught up, ok? Glad to hear it now let's start a few years after, well his horn was being ripped off his head, shall we?"

~~~flashback~~~
POV: Thing
Location: library of Stitchings Manor

I was wearing an old dirty white collared shirt with some grey stains of what I believed to be dust stains but didn't bother to care for it as over it was a simple dark vest to cover the white-collared shirt underneath. Still, I like this attire, the white-collar though simple and plain, ignoring those grey stains over it was a dark vest with a chest pocket that held a handkerchief, the color-matched my dark ashy mane and slightly complimented my dark blue coat. It was simple yet felt natural to me yet similar to a strange perfect for me a well, hornless unicorn remembering the 'incident' I call always brought me the light pain to my head but thankfully, by Celestia's blessing, I still could use magic. However, Zara told me that I should only stick to the basics as she doesn't know what the outcome would be if I used magic that I didn't know or could handle, so I only stuck to simple levitation magic and short teleportation spells. With the help from Zara, she taught me only those she knew from the books down in the basements storage who knew rummaging through rich ponies old stuff that they probably didn't even care for or remembering to learn from, nobles sometimes the same and sometimes just Plain predictable, pathetic yet what can you do.

However, though I managed to 'prove' myself to the nobles of the Manor that I could be 'useful' to them from with being their stress buck-bag when they're pissed off, they force me to work as their servant of the Manor for not only a roof over my head but for food even if that roof was just the ground floor and the food usually scraps of meals it was hard, but you bare with the problems, no matter how cold, painful or starving they were. But looking past that, I was tasked with cleaning chores and only given rules; 'Don't interact with any pony unless instructed to.' 'Obey Mr.Stitchings and Ms. Violet and address them by "sir" or "ma'am".' and probably the worst one 'Don't cause problems for any of the staff or nobles of any kind.' All that boring piles of minitour shit.

Though I was my current chore was to un-dust the library shelves, I sometimes, when no pony is looking, take a read of what kind of books the nobles own, and sure enough. It was interesting readings; they had books of history, mathematics, current engineering, medical health, science, and some newspapers reports of the past and current, along with some holding pictures of lands far away from the land of Equestria, which I was home too. From what I read, Equestria had opened its first railroad track system and train engine named; ‘The Friendship Express,’ though the weirdest name, but I was more fascinated on the train engine itself more than the name connecting to some major cities far from where I was, but the short amazement quickly faded as I heard the giggle of what I could deem the two most annoying mares that I could have ever forced to be working for.

The twin daughters of ‘The Stitchings’ noble family and the two most painfully mares to ever breath on this land, ‘Silver String’ a golden mane and her twin sister ‘Golden Thread’ with silver-grey mane and both share the same pearl white color coat. Oh, anything but these mares makes the beatings of Mr. Stichings hooves feel soft. The verbal threats of Ms. Violet feel like complaints as to why these two mares do to me making my life a living Tartarus, but being forced to work and the fact that they were the children of my noble ‘masters, I had to grant their request and obey their orders as they giggled at me for reading putting away the books and newspapers as Silver String spoke in that annoying pitched voice of a spoiled brat.

Then I heard a voice, a voice that I'm familiar with ever since the 'incident' which every time I hear that annoying, but it was always faint, like a whisper behind the back of my head as it was always those exact words that seemed only to irritate me "Hate, pain, Fear." I pushed the thoughts away and ignored them as I focused on the two damned twin shiny brats without knowing the personalities of these two salt-licking mares; they could be passed as beautiful stuck-up noble mares.

“Hey Hornless what you reading there didn't daddy order you not to read his books in the library, you wouldn't want something to get I'm angry again wouldn't you hornless?”

“Yeah, especially since we all know you can't read or speak it would be ashamed if some pony were to relay this situation to him wouldn't it?”

Golden Thread added hearing my head begging to just walk away and leave but pushing that voice out I sighed quietly and gave the ‘servent stare’ that sir Silver Bell taught me when I started.

“It bad, yes his graces...kin, I has faith, that this would be give anger...his grace, from busy days.”

I was only replied with laughter for the way I spoke to them; they laughed at my poor equestrian tongue because it sounded how Zara spoke. But I let it sail and awaited for whatever scheme they had planned for me to either humility myself or make me more foolish for even the nobles to laugh what shame I had, to which standing there waiting as their laughter slowly died down to giggles they both took a breath calming themselves and spoke their order or request.

“Oh don't worry hornless we promise not to tell our father for a small tiny winy little thing we need for you to get for us.”

“And that be, young misses?” I ask Golden Thread in a dead tone as they tried to hold their giggles again.

“We need you to get us some ink from mothers office along with a few pieces of parchment, along with going into town to get a basket we ordered from the local bakery.”

She ended with both of them having that mischievous smile on their faces as they giggle, to which I remember Mr. Stitching that I wasn't permitted to leave the manor by any means in case to 'disgrace the family' as I sighed quietly in my mind.

“Young Miss Golden thread and Young Miss Silver String, I am not allowed outside, Manor...his Grace sta”-

With a hoof point up at me keeping me from finishing both their smiles turned to quick snarls at me as they both locked eyes with mine and I stood there ‘servent staring past them. As they both spoke in unison.

“You are ordered to obey nobles' requests or orders even ours, are you saying you can’t follow our orders Hornless?”

As much as my body and mind screamed for me to say no, I ended with a sigh internally and shaking my head as I started to walk off to the library door opening it with my sparking and turning my head to face them.

“I obey request, I bringing your ink and paper and baked goods from town Young Misses.”

I left, closing the door behind me with fading. It hurt to use my magic since, without my horn channeling, it makes it harder and heavier on my mind, and that was just levitation spells. I gently rubbed my head and walked down the hall, walking past other maids and staff of the manor all looking at me with either worry, disgust, hate, or not even noticing me at all moving to the grand hall seeing all the family paintings, paintings of far lands and some décor that looked like trophies and other strange things climbing up the stairs as I looked at one painting of a family tree of the nobles and their ancestors.

I didn't care or bother with it one part of it was off-putting that it was all pegasi and earth ponies, no unicorns at all, and one branch of the family tree seemed to be missing or ripped off as if somepony didn't want somepony to see it but brushing it off I went to Mr. Stitchings office knocking on the wooden door to be greeted with no reply, shortly I opened and peeked my head in and which by 'Celestia's grace' he wasn't there quickly walking in to grab both ink and parchments to turn back to the door and see only the pegasus Ms. Violet there standing in the door frame, quickly making me snap to attention out of instinctual fear as I only see the burning hatred in her eyes as she gives me that dead stare practically looking to my soul as I felt my body tense up and almost start to sweat, only to watch her enter the office and using her wings to close the door behind her and only to be utter silence in the room as I could hear my heart beating in my chest as she stands there eyeing me up and down with that blank dead stare.

“What are you doing?” she asked in that tone of emotionless tone as she slowly walked keeping a distance of six hooves away from me and circling me as I just stood there staring straight ahead.

WARNING

Just a heads up if ya got a weak stomach or a bit sensitive to gore might want to skip this part to the green, if not then go and “see” for yourself.

Ye be warned lad

“Granting request of Young Misses”- she stopped standing to my right side with quick speed interrupting me and her face practically a snarl that I could feel her eyes burning on the side of my head.

“What are you doing here in this office, in this manor even.” she spoke in a more enraged tone to me, only remembering how she easily gets enraged just by the mere presence of me as I stood there doing my best to stop myself from shaking as I see her moving to the desk of the office and picking up a feathered pen quill as she looks at the pointed metal tip of it.

“I-I, no excuse, no reason h-here... ma’am.” I felt the shaking in my voice as I uttered out those words feeling sweat slowly dripped down my head as she walked over, holding the quill in her hoof, and stopped to stand right in front of me as she looked into my eyes as I kept my stare holding the best I can to continue to stare past her and see the metal tip of the quill point at my right eye.

“No reason or excuse huh, you are a terrible abomination in my eyes, you ruin this household, and even the staff here. WHY SHOULD SUCH A DISGRACE TO LIFE BE BLESSED TO BREATH THE SAME AIR AS I AND HER MAJESTY CELESTIA!”

With those words thrown at me, I then felt her hoof grab my head, and before I could even react, the quills pointed metal tip gets trusted into my eye, and as she used her wings to hold my mouth shut as all I did was stand there and took the thrust crying out of both eyes blood from my right starts to drip and mix with the tears.

Feeling her hoof twist, push, pull and move around in my socket made me drop the ink and papers on the ground as I groaned and breathed fast and quick as she pulled the quill back slowly, only to feel a pulling my socket. I felt nothing but pain as the pegasus slowly pulled my eye out from its socket and turned the quill making the eye and socket make a ‘POP’ sound as now from my right eye, all I saw was red. The feeling of both blood and tears dripping my face and eye, to which I breathed hard and shallow seeing the pegasus then pull on my eye once again with her hoof dropping the quill as she pulled hard and with a light fleshy tearing ‘SNAP’ the pain became more eminence as she holds my bare eyeball in her hoof and holds out for me.

“Swallow it, or be blind for life and not to see that zebra thing you call a mother creature.”

Tightly covering my bleeding eye socket only and falling on my flank out of pure pain, looking up at my eye in her hoof weakly raising my own to take she retracted her hoof and looked at me with more of her anger disgusted face.

“No, use your magic of what's left of that broken stub you call a unicorn horn,” She commanded, hitting the stub of my horn, causing a shape pain as my vision of my left eye almost faded and obeyingly her order, my horn started to spark out and using the magic to painfully grab my eyeball from her hoof and put it into my mouth as she then in the same voice commanded.

“Slowly.” I began to chew my eye in my mouth, crying, holding my bleeding socket, feeling only a hole where the eye and eyelids should be, and giving most of my strength to hold back from passing out and crying harder. Feeling my teeth tear my eyeball to a mushy paste as I swallowed it down my throat and came to a shive up my spin as I sit there realizing what I have down and only looking up at her in pure fear and sorrow with only one final command from her as it was back into her calm, collected voices she used to speak with guests or other nobles.

SAFE ZONE

Hey if Ya made it here by reading hope it your ok or you are just a twisted person like me, if ya skipped it then my apologies to you and sorry for making it “hard to see” it.

ok I'll stop

“Leave this office, crawl back to that dark hole you came from I don't want to waste my air in your presence again.”

With that said, my horn generated its sparks of magic. With a light teal blue light, I vanished teleport to the manor's basement. I fell flat on the floor, with mother Zara hearing my teleportation and seeing the light quickly rushed to me and said my face as she knew what happened, not even bothering to ask and only dragging me back to her small alchemy work area and performing her healing chants and tonic. My vision started to fade and left me to pass out into sleep from the blood leaking down my face and my mind only echoing in my mind repeating repeatedly, but it wasn't in my voice.

"The princess can't help you, Zara can't help you, no one can.
But theirs no need to fear, your time will come and all the pain, the hate, and the fear will be marked on those who wronged you for what they done, all you have to do is wait, and only remember these words forever on your soul.

"Hate, pain, fear."

Author's Note

Enjoy this chapter folks I bet you got a real “eye” kicker in this one ~~that was the last one I promise~~ but anyway hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading it and have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Cya ya in the next chapter folks

Chapter 4: Pyrophobia pt1

POV: Zara
Location: Basement of Stitchings Manor

The young unicorn's eye was removed barbarically and bleeding heavily along with his eyelids on his right eye. I would believe that it was either the colts' father or mother. However, I'd suspect this type of injury was the fathers' responsibility, I thank the ancients that I was talented in the art of alchemy, but I only know little of healing brews, but all I could give this unicorn's pain and help him rest at ease, ever since he was brought to me I know I sense something within his body. Dark yet destructive force that I knew too well, the curse of my people was within him this colt we a vassal of one of the brings of pain and torment of the forbidden realm of the dead only given the name the Overlord, and I must keep this colt alive must continue the rituals time will tell when the Overlord rises. Still, I must try to contact the spirit within the colts soul.

Zara limped her way slowly to the red chalked circle sitting in its center and exhaled softly, almost in a mediational motion taking a slow breath in. Uttering in a chanting tone which slowly echoed around in the dark, dim-lit basement as the fires of the lanterns blew out as the darkness engulfed the cellar and the coldness grew, soon the red chalked drawn circle glowed in a bright red tint illuminating where Zara was. She opened her eyes to the blue broken horned unicorn colt who was standing hunched over on his hind hooves with his head facing the ground, only to hear his chuckling eerily echoing around Zara. She sat calmly, staring blankly at the colt, watching it slowly move its head up where Zara looked and felt her face twitch, wanting to look away as she forced herself to keep the blank face dead stare as she locked eyes with the colt.

His face had stretched excessively to have a large smile, and his right eyes bandages were dark crimson red as blood bled through and slowly began to small trials' of blood down his stretched-out face. His left eye was completely red except a white glowing pupil with a black center staring locked with hers as the colts smiles seemed to stretch out to the base of his ears and the smile slowly opening a gape as it continued it's echoing shallow chuckling as it spoke in a toneless voice as if a spirit of limbo.

"You wish to speak with the cursed spirit within this colt, your kin place the curse on, so I shall grant thee the honor of not only speaking but being in my presence with me Zara of the Alvaran tribe, so speak what you wish to say to me."

Zara felt fear and anxiety grow as her breath grew rapid. Still, she knew that she couldn't leave the circle as her peoples, teachers, and elders told that dealing with the art of spirits of black magic told to communicate with beings of unknown powers, from the dead, or the forbidden realms but with a quick breath she calmed her emotions and body as she stared at the possessed colt calling her nerves as it stared back still smiling its stretched out face speaking in her native tongue.

"I want to know your plans with the young colt, I remember the curse was to affect the lineage of that criminal stallion by since you are now rebirth to this young colt's body, what will you do, what is it that you're planning."

She asked in a cold tone continuing her blank dead stare as the possessed colt only chuckled, which made Zara's fur on her coat stand up a bit as faint voices from the heard in the dark speaking in a language she isn't aware of but continues to focus on the possessed.

"I can't speak of my plans, but all I will say for you is to continue to care and monitor with this colt. My power is coming by the days, and all I will tell you is that on the day of the black sun, 'two gods of this world will clash.' I will truly awaken, my power and soul will combine with the colts, and along with my being to be one and when the day comes he will be the monster that the curse was meant to be, till then, continue your care for him, bond with him treat him as if one of your kin or even next of kin till the time comes, your wish along with your peoples will come true and the price of which will be marked and taken, you remember this don't you?"

Zara glances to the ground for a bit, having remembered not only the wish when they placed the curse but along with the price and holds a hoof to her chest as she feels her heartbeat was rapid but returns her glance at the possessed, nodding at it as it chuckled and its head twisting around as it limped around her and the circle twitching rapidly yet still had that heavy presence on it.

"As you wish then, I shall treat the young colt as if it were my own blood, but what of the its 'blood family' what of they and there treatment to the colt seeing how they plan to slowly kill him that is."

It stopped behind her, and with the sounds of bone-cracking, she stood frozen in place as she could feel its breathing from its muzzles on her ear right, making it flick as it whispers silently to her with a shivering feeling as if an actual centipede was crawling up her spin as Zara takes the words it tells her.

"Don't worry over them, there time is marked as yours, but they will be punished severely for their torment and be the first to be part of my new family, for now you have your task as only time will be for now our friend, understand Zara?"

She nods as the red circles light goes out. The whispers faded, only the sounds of the possessed echoing in the cold darkness as the flame of the lantern lit up dimly, revealing the basement and the colt still asleep laying on the ground normal again and making Zara fall on her knees with a wave of anxiety but exhaustion as she breathed deep, slow breaths as she looks around making sure everything was back to normal. After a few moments to calm her nerves and recollect herself, she slowly got up, feeling her right bandage hoof was less painful to stand on, and walked her way over to the hornless unicorn colt as she placed her hoof over his head and let out a sigh of relief and somewhat contentment. She knew that the colt was not hers nor of her blood or even kind, but she knew that she would have to bond and gain the colt's trust in his eyes as his mother, even if she knew her time was limited, so his was.

Suddenly the door up the basement stairs to the manor was thrown open, and multiply hoof steps came down as Zara got up standing up as she watched Mr. Stitchings. Ms. Violet came in with disgusts in the eyes mixed with anger as Ms. Violet was holding a branding iron, and from the look of it is was burning a hot, bright yellow glow, and the heat of it was seen. Mr. Stitchings held a brown leather whip as it dragged nine tail hooked ends. She knew what she did and was prepared for it, walking over the resting unicorn colt and standing in front of Mr. Stitchings and his wife Ms. Violet, blocking their way as they smiled at her with a statistic and crooked smile as for a moment they stood staring down each other as Zara took a breath in to speak.

"If you wish who to bring this young colt harm , though I alone will be in to disarm you."

She says dead staring them as she did when the colt was possessed as the earth pony and pegasus smile turned to a frown of displeasure from her words as Mr. Stitching took the first step and raising his hoof with the whip, lashes out and striking the zebras scared body making five new cuts on over her face and neck, as she stood strong taking the whip only to whine at the stinging pain and hold out after Mr. Stitchings lashes for seven times only to fall on to the ground with her body traced in whip lashes and blood leaking out even opening some of her scars as she lay their panting heavily and groaning quietly as she tried to get up again only to have Mr. Stitchings slams his hooves down onto her back as she lets out a loud groan as the pain hits her spin almost breaking under his slam as she lays there being pinned by the earth pony, she looks up watching the pegasus walk up to the sleeping colt dragging him by the tail to have him right infront of her face and ripping off his white collared shit dark ashy vest and red tie flipping him over on his back and holds the hot glowing branding iron right over his chest as Zara can see that it was the same shape that she received the star shaped brand as it hovered over his chest.

She attempts to struggle, shaking her body as much as possible, only to be halted by Mr. Stitchings earth pony strength as she feels him twisting his hooves over her back and stinging bleeding lashes, causing her to barely even move, looking up to Mr. Violet. Staring down at her in the eyes in that crocked smug sadistic smile on her face as she chuckles nobles laugh as she holds the branding iron in her hoof as the colt slowly woke up dizzy but looks up to see the pegasus over him with the brand and looking around a bit intoxicated as he looked around.

"I'm surprised zebra, to think you'd try to protect this thing as if it were you own, but seeing how he looks it only makes sense only a zebra would treat such an abomination as if it were were their own colt. 'hahaha'"

This might be a bit hard for some sensitive folks, but its more of a heads up less of a warning, take it how you feel about it, don't quote me on that.

She laughs and slams the star shape branding iron on to the colts chest with a loud 'hiss' sound followed a sizzling sound as the young hornless unicorn colt awaken from his daze only to screaming in agonizing pain screaming over the sizzling of the branding iron burn the star shape brand to his chest as smoke can be seen from the sizzling Zara horrified by watching it all play out before her eyes as she closed them and looked away knowing the exact feeling but the truth that the colt didn't which she kept hidden for not only her life but for his, suddenly the colt's screams slowly started to turn to, 'laughter' she thought to herself looking back and seeing a smile appearing on the colts one eyed face as he laughed but it wasn't the kind of laughter that you feel when over joyed or happy it was they twisted kind that would even give those of madness fear and he just laughed, he looked at the pegasus branding the burning hot iron on his chest as looked shocked and pure horror, she tried to push the brand down harder but he just kept laughing harder the more she went event seeing his hoof reach up to grab her and the brand and push it seem to pull her and the branding iron down on himself harder and laughed out the most twisted broken words he could have ever said.

"HAHAHAHA Hurt, Hurt, HURT, HURT ME MORE, more, more, MAKE ME FEEL PAIN, MORE PAIN HAHAHAHA!"

Both the pegasus and earth pony nobles were shocked to see the one eyed hornless unicorn laugh madly to which the pegasus fearing the unicorn used tried to push herself away from is madly laughter pulling her hooves away and stomping down on his left forehoof hit on his shoulder breaking it making his forehoof go limp as he just continued his laughter grabbing the sizzling hot iron brand pulling it off his chest and pushing off the pegasus to the ground as he quickly gets up with that large twisted smile and his eye locking with the pegasus, Zara felt the earth pony's grip of his hoof get off her and tried to whip the mad blue unicorn using his whip to lash on the unicorns back making three lash marks as Zara reach out her forehooves to grab the earth pony's hind hooves and with all the strength she muster used her own mouth to bite down on his right hindhoof and bite down hard sinking her teeth into his coat then his skin as he dropping the whip making the mad laughing unicorn turn to the earth pony hearing his scream in pain and seeing Zara biting the earth pony's hoof, the pegasus managed to quickly crawl away getting up on her hooves and running up the stairs, as the earth pony bucks the zebra off his hindhoof as it left a mark that slowly started to bleed and quickly runs up the stairs leaving the now laughing died down unicorn to a madly giggling colt with the zebra watching them run up the stairs and with a loud 'THUD' the door closed and locked along with other loud sounds of things being tossed at the door.

But she didn't care as she got up and quickly embraced the giggling colt in her hooves as she hugged him tightly and gently stroked his mane as his giggles slowly turned to cries feeling him hug her body tightly and cry into her chest as she could only do his try to calm him down from what he was feeling. She knew that it was the influence of the spirit that made him retaliate, but the after-effects of it might have been trendies on the colt young mind still holding him tightly in her hooves and slowly rocked his body side to side and calmly hummed a lullaby as she stroked mane softly calming him down.

Zara, hurt, so much hurt... why?

She gently nuzzled the colt as she weakened her hug for him to look up at her as she spoke calmly to him in her zebra tongue as it was easier for him.

"I'm sorry my little one, the equestrians, most too many of them are not as kind and loving as the books say they are and sometimes to get 'their' peace, love and harmony is by doing dirty things like this or worse."

She said to him as he slowly wiped the tears off his eye and looked at the burnt brand make that made a star right in the center of his chest as the blood was hardened. It was a perfect star as he winced at the burning pain and glasses at Zara's, who had two of them over both sides of her flank. He looked up to her with anger and concern for her and spoke, his eye blood-shooted from the crying.

"Z-Za- Zara, escape, we leave damned place, go far... burn place, ground we need with all in."

Author's Note

Damn not sure if I got 'hot' headed or just 'heated' up in the moment, but I got nothing here for these notes except; thanks for reading and have a good day along with a reminder for a Happy New Years.

Cya in part 2 folks : )

Chapter 5: Pyrophobia pt 2

“Just like the fire of hate that grows in us all, so does the hearts of those who care so much, only to become more heartless.”

POV: Thing

After telling Zara that, I felt different the branded star on my chest burning with pain with my shoulder being broken and the whip lashes on me, it all hurt every part of my body hurt it all hurt, and yet no matter how much I try to think ‘it will be better in the end, just wait and see’ I slowly learned it wasn't coming nor was going to get better as I try to think differently from that day after I and Zara stood up to the noble family they only kept us locked in their basement, feeding us barely scraps of meals to just plain garbage but it was enough for Zara to use in her alchemy and even bothered to teach me some of her kens ways form tonics, brew, and even potions that can be thrown and more. I looked up to her more by days to weeks and slowly months she taught me how to read the common equestrian language though my speaking need a little more work I managed to start speaking fluently as she even taught me all to most of her zebra languages along with chants mainly for luck, blessings, and just the chance to make life a little easy even if it never came true, sometimes I thank nobles at times for having really old books and tomes that keep in storage along with odd-looking trinkets and weird items even some books on medical studies and some scrolls of mechanics, it was hard to grasp but by days of messing with stuff breaking down and putting together, I got the gist of it.

After that, I managed to get a full grasp on the medical side of things and I started with dissecting rats, small rodents even, even some large insects that were found in this dark hole Zara told me that some of the organs and limbs can be great for making brews and potions for poisons, illnesses and even curing, though she told me that I must first master the art of making cures before making them.

‘It was weird but made sense once she explained the process of it.’

She never like me dissecting small things but I made it a weird hobby that I got into, pun intended, but sooner from us eating garbage and leftovers by the noble family above it started to come to me that our bodies were changing, not in the health muscle building or even aging change but odd changes. It was after when Zara helped me make a sort of hoof splint on my left forehoof, the pain of my felt like that damn pegasus bitch shattered my damn shoulder to which after applying the splint I was able to walk again limply but better than being three-legged.

That's when I and Zara noticed something strange mainly of my body and how I grew I got bigger and very big to where I had to crouch down just for my head to still touch the ceiling and if I had my horn it would've gotten caught on the support of the basement ceiling.

‘Or did Zara get smaller?’

She would then tell me that my body grew bigger but skinnier along with hers when eating nobles scraps and garbage there wasn't much for eating only for use of making brews and tonics, still, no matter how taller or bigger my body grew I looked up to Zara and started to see her in a kind of mother way of guiding me through and teaching me ways, she did her best with teaching me about ‘unicorn’ magic but being a zebra she only told me that the magic must be something I had to discover and looking along with helping me visuals it, I started to get a grasp at it. It was hard because unicorn horns are like a conductor to generate and allow the magic to be controlled but since my horn was broken it was harder cause my magic instead of controlled waves only came out as wild sparks but frankly, I learn to deal with it and levitation and teleporting only very short distances though and places I either seen or remember.

Which wasn't much besides this damned manors halls and rooms or the one time I went outside to the small village of the manor but that memory only ended with me getting better in an alley by other ponies as they called me some sort of freak and telling the noble family I gotten out and beaten me more for there entertainment, that day I only hated others and especially those of royal or noble titles they were all just the same but with either money, a face name, or flat out just more things than anypony else.

’Buck to me a pony was a pony as a donkey was an ass, thank Tartarus for those dictionaries and language books for my new verse of cursing’

I don't curse around Zara or do it a lot without her snapping at me for saying such things even a giant like me was afraid of her when she got pissy.

But the one day I enjoined and appreciated Zara for taking care of me almost my who life was when she was teaching me about chants and how some brews can affect then I ended up calling her mother by accident and felt shame, but she didn't bother with it and still, I remembered what she said to me which changed from me calling her Zara to calling her mom.

“Well ok, little one if you see me as is that, then I'm glad to call you my colt and son as you call me your mother, but since you have grown from a colt now a stallion, it might be best to tell you something important.”

And that's when I learned about myself, all my life I never asked or even thought about how I was born or about my true parents it was only beatings, being a servant, and having only all the bad be taken away by spending time with Zara, the basement felt darker as she told me about me and the nobles of how they were my family, my ‘true blood’ family as to how when I was just a mere baby of a colt they gave me to Zara and have her take care of me as they didn't hate me they never wanted me all cause I was seen to them as some burden, some bad mark on their family, no wonder the family tree had that missing branch ripped off, or how the staff of the manor reacted to me or anything, they despised me, my existence and only just abused me as a relief to them.

My hate for nobles and ponies grew that day and Zara knew of it, but yet I didn't blame her or the ponies of this damned land or even the nobles that after years of nothing but grueling work just to live and keep not only me but Zara breathing only to be rewarded with beatings and abuse, I didn't blame them yes I hated them but yet I could only blame myself of all of it as it was my existence, in a sense, everything all of it was all because I breathed and I even told Zara this, she didn't take it well after a few smacks to the face and a hard scrolling of how it wasn't my fault just because I was born their burden doesn't mean I was anypony’s else as she reminded me of all that I did was for not me but for her as well and she repaid it in teaching me how to live and survive, allowing me to call her mother even if we weren't related at all I loved her as one and will treat her as one, as she treated me like own her son.

But still the realization of how I came to be only made my hatred grow along with some doubt of how it wasn't my fault, there was a time when the noble family finally open the door to the basement and stood up on my hooves prepared for anything, either it is more beatings or them asking me if I wanted to go back to working as there slave for them in the manor, I not wanted but need to protect not only me but my mother Zara, from these evil ponies, the door open and there was both Mr. Switching and Ms. Violet the two ponies that I hated, the two ponies that in slaved me and only repaid by living in the dark coldness and abusing me, my very own blood father and mother staring down at me as I stood there staring back at them from the bottom of the stairs seeing the shocked looks at my new size but quickly regain themselves as they eye my body up and down.

“Tomorrow we are having important guests come for a dinner and staying the night you will be working at the night to clean and prepare the guest rooms as we are a bit understaffed for the event, you will be monitored and watched over so you don't pull anything, do try not to embarrass us with your hideous presence.”

Ms. Violet said in that annoying khaki snooty tone of hers as Mr. Switching stares me down watching my body for anything before closing the door with a loud slam and the clicking sound of the locks, I felt my heart burned hot as I stood there still staring at the door with thoughts of just running up to them and attacking like a feral animal the pain hurt as my heart rapidly beat in my chest almost if I could have a heart attack at any second as the heat of it grew all around my body this feeling I knew well, it was hate raw hatred and all I could ever say

‘buck me, did it ever hurt and feel good’

It burned me almost like that brand of the stair on my chest, and yet I felt my lips curled up words into a smile, a large big twisty smile on my cheeks but yet I had a plan, a plan in my head to get out of here with mother Zara, and finally give what theses ponies of this manor should’ve gotten long ago. The same burning feeling in my body be brought to theirs as the only words in that same voice played in my head played out like a projectors film role;

“Burn them, burn them all, burn them in this damned manor, let their coat and skin melt to the bone, hear their cries for mercy and forgiveness be heard as all you do is, laugh and turn your back on them, just as they did you.”

Suddenly with a shake of my head and some deep breaths, I calmed and buried those thoughts away from looking at Zara behind me hold up my old torn up white-collard grey stained shirt and black vest, they were in pieces holding them out to me, she gave me a small needle and two thread wheels colored gray and white and taught me how to sew and stitch up my suit along with resizing and fitting me to have it big enough for my giant body size.

At the same time, my flanks sides started d to glow, and the image of a grey sewing thread with a sewing needle crossed over it appeared on both sides of my flank as mother Zara gasped in surprise seeing it saying she thought I would have my flanks blanked forever of having a cutie mark only or hug my chest as it was as large as her head in joy.

‘Huh, who knew out of all the things my cutie mark as she called it, be from sewing an old dirty ripped up suit, instead of taking abuse and slave work to heart’

I find any specialty from it but it made mother Zara happy so it made me happy as hugged her body gently in my hooves, after still feeling the hate heating my body, finding out my real family was, and all the abuse and self-hatred, I loved Zara and only cared to protect her as she does to protect me from these ponies as I uttered from my mouth in the zebra language I was more fluent and easily spoken in.

” I love mother, I will do my best to protect you from anything that brings harm to us.”

Hearing her giggle lightly as I looked down to see her eyes tearing up a bit and with a smile on her face, as she places her head on mine minding the shape points of my broken horn.

” I love you too my son, even if in your wrath, self-doubt, or moments of dress I will be here for you to bring you back and see you smile again my son.”

Author's Note

Thought I might make it end on a good note for the not so little one eye, hornless, three-legged blue unicorn.

Let's just see if this moment will last long enough for what will happen next my friends.

Thanks for reading now that it is on the new stories of this site I hope to find more readers and people that like it Happy New Years and a good day, evening or night to you.

Cya in the next chapter folks : )

Chapter 6: Hate

Location: ???? : basement of The Stitchings Manor

”Ah, we're getting close to the end of thy past and almost caught up with current events, but don't be glum about that after all the death of a pony can ‘always’ come back but this brings an important question I asked you once long ago.

What makes somepo- being a monster? not just by looking at their characteristics or how they look or even act, speak, and do events, etc. I'm asking what's makes them in your eyes and thoughts that being a monster, shall we find out?”

POV: ‘Thing’
Location: residents hall of Stitchings Manor

Today was the day I finally did it where they will know my pain feel the rage that burned within my body, and beg for mercy, 'MY' mercy, only to turn my back and laugh at their pleads and cries. I knew the pony to start first, or ponies that I knew were my siblings, but they didn't. If I remember correctly, those two foals-of-bitches Pegasus Silver Thread and earth pony Golden strings were spending the majority of the day in their room getting ready for this Very Important Pony guest to come while Mr. Stitchings and Ms. Violet were out of the manor to go finish up some tasks they needed to be done.

‘This was the day, it was perfect and it can be done and all will be at my sides,’

I thought to myself, smiling as I finished straightening out the very large bed, fluffing the pillows, and dusting the room as it sparkled at the sun raze of light that poured through the window. The butler Silver Bell watched, ignoring the creepy smile on my face and checking all I did when I was done with the tasks as he coughed, making a look in his direction as he spoke in a calm, respectful manner, though still with a stern, commanding tone with it.

“Well, I must say for a pony of your... ‘Size’ and for not having a horn you can still clean and organized like a proper staff here, now the next tasks will require you to head to the kitchen and delivery the lunch of the two draughts of the noble family and do it with haste.”

“They are easy to agitate like their mother and father.”

I nodded as he whispered that last part, and I knew what he meant by that, exactly or even say I paid for it holding a hoof to my bandaged eye as the butler walks out of the room leaving me there, I thought of the plan on who to get rid of those two salt-licking bastards, I could poison their food, chock them, beat, or hell even torment them. Thoughts rushed in my head as I got up and walked out of the guest room and walked limply slowly to the stairs of the grand hall, walking past other staff workers as they were trotting back and forth all over the manor doing tasks similar to my own. Ms. Violet was right; the staff looked less as many as their usual were, but that could work on my end no eyewitnesses or anypony to get in the way as I made it to the stairs, I gaze at one thing in that grand hall as it was not only the one eye-catcher but the very thing that made my burning hate of my body grow at every look of it.

That portrait, that stupid portrait of the family and their faces of joy and happiness, I stared at all their faces on that portrait as I walked downstairs, memorizing every detail about them and imagining the looks when they die by my hooves. After a short while of staring at that portrait and walking by more staff, I came to the kitchen, opened it, and saw all the chefs hard at work cooking various meals, desserts, appetizers, and so much more along with this big cake, and it had a dark red dough. It was topped with pink and red frosting.

’ probably a “rose chocolate” cake but by my flank, it's bucking huge who in the world would eat such a thing!’

I thought as I stared at the cake, it was a simple three-layer, but each layer was three maybe four hooves tall but all and all it was practically up to my chin if I were standing next to it I looked around from the giant cake in the room and saw the head chef walked up to me holding two trays as he was distracted by a list levitating in his magic reading and looking over the other chefs. I glanced around and saw a large knife using my magic to quietly teleport it into the under pockets of my vest, though only getting a few weird glances after the spark show of my broken horn, I grabbed the trays from the head chef and left the kitchen hearing him scream out loud at the other chefs.

‘Something some meal being raw and having to do with hay-sauce.’

I didn't bother to pay much thought into it as I held the two trays in my magic hold, feeling my horn spark crazily. Still, thanks to my mother Zara's help and teaching, along with some years of practice, I managed to make only the sparks in my horn calm down and be tamed, still sparking around like but minorly, walking back through the grand hall and going back up the stairs some staff walking by or stationed we're whispering about the guest coming and some even excited but thought. Still, I mainly was paid more attention to his those two bitches will be snuffed out like candles as my lips curled up to a small creepy smile, making some staff walking by me move away quickly, seeing a giant limping one-eyed hornless unicorn. With a smile that twisted on my cheeks, making my way down the manor's halls, finally making it the two asses of Equestria, I calmed myself as I heard their faint voices and laughing, talking to probably each other and their staff appointed to them.

Gently knocking on the door and taking a breath to speak in a dead tone as I did my best to keep the servant's blank face.

” Young Ms. Thread, Young Ms. Strong I have come and brought your meals for the midday.”

Only to be replied with silence was all I heard hoof steps faintly again as it came close to the door and making a quiet unlocking sound it opens to one of the twos staff appointed to them, a soundproof room oh my did noble ponies make some things way too easy and fun.

My heart was beating fast as the maid held open the door for me as I crouched down to get through the door and be treated with another maid and the two bitches sitting side by side looking at a mirror over their cabinet. Another maid was standing behind them holding various making up over a towel as she stared at me in concern but stand-by at attention and the other maid closing the door behind me as I levitated the trays over to them, only staring at the backs of the twin pegasus and earth pony holding a hoof out pointing at a nightstand. The maids set the trays in as they two looked at each other.

“Leave us, we wish to be alone with the big three-legged hornless cyclops here.” They both said in unison as both made nodded their heads and quickly trotted away past me as my eye was locked on the two sisters backs, hearing their annoying giggles as the door sounded of an unlocking opening to a quick closing as I got my lips curled up again to my smile, this was, perfect soundproof room, second-story room, practical might as will do it now and be down with it.

Their giggling continued as they turned and stopped that rasping giggles to the looks of a giant blue one eye hornless three-legged unicorn, staring them down with a sinister smile almost as if they were starting at Ms.Violets face herself, with my magic sparking from my horn pulling out the knife seeing it the blade being 10 inches long. The sound of their door locking clicks their faces do surprised slowly turn to them shaking the heads and their eyes widening, and then quickly to fear, oh have I loved their faces, the fear in their eyes as they leaned back on the cabinet as I held the blade in my magic as it all came to play.

” Here’s big Brother!”

The two quickly went separate ways from me to their door; the earth pony Silver String bolted over only to have her legs boned by my magic and dragging her up to be pinned on the wall with her all four hooves spread out, the pegasi Golden Thread quickly flying her way only to feel her wings stopped in mid-air and with a loud snap bending her wings to hear their bones breaking as she screamed out in pure, painful horror as her sister pinned to the walk struggle.

“Resistance is futile you foals-of-bitches, might as well be asking me to dissect you both and play with your organs.”

Walking over to the broken-winged pegasi towering over her and holding the knife's blade up to her neck as her eyes locked in with mine and whimpering as the sounds of her whimpers made my smile grow bigger.

“You beast, animal, freak of nature one thing for striking at us like the barbaric creature you are but to we are related, I would rather be tormented than hear such lies coming from you, thing!”

Silver Thread screamed as she continued to struggle in the tight levitation grip that bound her to the wall as she slowly stopped and saw my face, the fear of horror only grew as she realized, which made me laugh as I towered over the pegasi.

“You expect me, somepony of my background and experience to simply ‘torture’ the both of you as you did with me through my life... no, I'm not going to torture you both, what would I need to gain from you two that I needed?”

I said giggling to myself as I looked back down placing my hooves to hold down Golden String flipping over to show her broken wings as they turned purple and a deep red mixed with it.

” No... I'm not going to torture you, I'm just going to slowly kill you.”

WARNING

The following contains: Gore, violence and uncomfortable material, view discretion is advised

After saying that and a quick thrust of the blade piercing the back of the pegasus, she screamed in pain and cried out, shaking and thrashing about only to feel my hooves push down harder on back, holding her tightly as the earth pony watches in true horror and fear, seeing the blade cut around the base of the pegasi’s wing and same going for the other, tears formed and poured down both of their faces as a poorly cut circle was made on one wing. Now for the other, with a quick time, it was finished as my magic enveloped both wings and then pulled on them. Her screams grew as loud as she could barely breathe, seeing her face swell up from crying and turning red as the twin earth pony struggled in her bindings and watched, twisting and turning from the sounds of flesh tearing apart to the slow crackling sounds of the pegasi’s wings bones made till with a quick and simple ‘SNAP’ both of the pegasus’s wings were successful ripped off and thrown to the side.

She glances behind her slowly; her eyes were bloodshot red, her face puffy and red from screaming and tears trailing down her face as she looked at her back and saw what was meant to be two feather wings now just two bloody stubs twitching and spewed out blood quickly and rapidly. She then looked up to hear the sounds of only me laughing, truly laughing like a madpony; at this moment, I felt true happiness, as I smiled a genuine smile and laughed my heart out like a happy young filly.

Looking back down at the now wingless pegasus getting off her as she lay there shocked and frozen in fear reaching my hooves to grab her face and hold it up almost pressing my muzzle against hers.

“ What's the matter wingless, can't talk now without your pretty little chicken wings! hehehehahaHAHAHA ”

She just laid there terrified, staring into my eye her mouth was gaped her eyes widened her pupils almost shrank it was true fear she only saw and only to be ended with a thrust if the blade to the right side of her was once and soon the light within her eyes faded as tippy g the blade out from her head and several thrusts straight to her chest and sides of her body a stabbing her relentlessly as I even got my hooves on to some of the cuts and spread them open making them grow larger till I was able to rip her torso in perfect half tosing both sides across separate sides of the room as the earth pony Silver Thread screamed in horror at the sight of being torn in half as my face, hooves and even my suit coated in a deep dark shade of blood.

She screamed, cried, and thrashed around in her magic binds like a filly having a temper tantrum only to stop with my blood-soaked hoof covering her muzzle quickly, and her eyes were locked in with mine and held the bloodied knife right over her right eye, stared deep into her eyes she had grey silver eye color. It almost matched her mane to pull the knife back and aimed its blade over her chest where she started to muffled words and shook her head as I stood there holding her muzzle closed smiling that big happy smile. With a simple thrust straight to her chest, seeing the pain horror in her eyes, I slowly sliced down from her chest down straight clean to her stomach and pulled my hoof off her muzzle and ripped open her body, seeing her intestines slowly pour and spill out to the ground. She looked down, seeing her insides now poured out and on the floor as tears trailed her face and the look of terror was on her face, same as her sister.

“Please no more, I beg you for your mercy.”

She whispered out only for me to ignore and reach in my hooves in her body and her watching wincing at the feeling and pain of it I slid my hooves under her rib cage sliding between her lungs and felt something squishy but beating fast as it made a ‘ba-dump ba-dump ’ sound and we both know what it was. She looked up weakly, seeing blood oozing out of her and me smiling like as if a colt finally got a mare-friend and with a tight grip and some groans as she tried to breathe, only gasping out losing all the breath she had from screaming and with a single but strong move I ripped it out from her body. Looking at it, it was her very heart; it made one last beat in my hooves before blood poured out of it and dropped it to the floor as I stared right into her eyes and watched the light of life slowly fade and her head go limp she was dead, they were dead.

SAFE ZONE

Both twin bitch if sisters that shared blood with me were dead and I did it, I felt happy, light, and even giggled like a school filly jumping around happily and laughing at their corpses, slapping their limp limbs around and even picking them up and dancing with them around the room making blood pour out be thrown around the whole room. Taking in my fill of joy, before finally coming to a slow stop as I take both bodies, placing them on the bed holding each other's hooves and kissing their foreheads, lighting up a candle with my magic taking it and slowly setting the corners of their beds blanket to ablaze as it quickly engulfed their bodies slowly spreading to the bed and roof as I watch happily.

Suddenly my bandage right eye felt weird as stepping up to the mirror of their cabinet removing the bandage I came at a surprise, I not only got my right back within it but my eye socket was back I say the sclera of it was a bright red shade color, the iris was a deep black almost as staring into shadow, and finally, the pupil was white and with a faint glow with it. I didn't know how or when it formed or even appeared, but it didn't bother me; though still missing my eyelids, I could still see and even see better as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a bloody mess, but I still smile and with my blood hoof taking it on the mirror and started to write letters on it but in the native zebra tongue as I giggle before finishing and rereading the words aloud to myself as the sounds of crackling flames on wood can be heard.

” Hate, Pain, Fear. “

Turning away walking slowly limp to the door unlocking it and the feel of the heat of the flames as the flames slowly engulfed the room started at the burning bodies of the twin sisters, smiling again, licking my lips of any blood wat was on them and giggling softly to myself and spoke in a cheery mood of contentment.

“ Good night my little sisters, sweet dreams, and don't let those bed bugs bite, I love you hehe. “

Finally closing the door and with my magic spark in about making the door ‘click’ with it locking from the inside before making it spark up more and wild teleporting back to the basement before falling on the ground exhausted but still happy and cheerful, regaining myself and looking to see Zara but nowhere in the basement as my smile slowly turned to the frown of concern and then to worry.

Author's Note

And that was the end of the sisters, but yet the question still asked:

“ What does it take to make a being, now matter who or what they are, a monster? “

Maybe in the next chapter will find out, we're getting close to cutting the story before we get to modern times.

till then We will see next time my friends.

Hey folks thanks for reading hope you enjoyed it and enjoy tor day or night either or have a good one and cya in the next chapter :)

Chapter 7: Pain

POV: Thing

He looked around; the basement looked more trashed than it was, just organized piles of the nobles' old storage, but it was off-putting. There was a struggle and an immense struggle there were bottles, jars smashed into pieces all over the floor looked to be thrown, and the small cauldron torn from it's held from the fireplace, and liquid I thing looked to be dumped as a large puddle of dark red and green mixed in a pool. It was Dumped on something or somepony continuing to look around; the mess boxes were flipped or tossed around along with barrels. Some even smashed open my eyes met with what could be the worst thing that would scar his memories for as long as I lived; it was my mother Zara on the ground, her stomach breathing slowly and deeply, and as she exhaled and inhaled. Her body was bleeding from various cuts, punctures, and large bruises all across her body as her left hoof bent in backward and twisted around broken as she laid there with her head pouring blood under her.

She has been beaten again but left barely alive or even breathing. Getting a closer look to see glass shards and wood splinters sticking out of her body, He stood there horrified as He galloped to her but stopped when my ears perked up, hearing another set of hooves from the dark. He wasn't alone, nor was the hoof steps were behind in front anywhere but around me, echoing from the darkness. The voice of those hoof steps made the worrying concern turn to pure anxiety and, worst of all, fear.

“She did her best against them just to let you know; she had a lot of tricks and weres in the fight, but in the end, six against one was enough, and look at her now just a bleeding zebra on the ground ready to watch the very colt she raised die beside her, I give her respect on the fight, but now it will only be just a fleeting memory once I tell this to my husband and dau”-

With a giggling interruption, she stopped and stared at the giant blue three-legged hornless unicorn. One ey- her eyes widened as her mouth went agape in shock as she saw the same eye in his eye socket she tore out, replaced with something different, staring in the pupil glow slightly in the dark. As the rest around, the black iris was deep light dark red. The smile on the hornless unicorn's face as she then saw blood splatters over his face as bloodstains were all across his vest Suit and hooves and taking a step back to realize what it might have done and she spoke in a shallow shaky breath but still firmed trying to keep her Compos.

“What d-did you do too, them.”

” You'll have to be specific, Ms. Violet, or better yet, Mother?”

The noble pegasus mare back away, pressing her flank to a wall as she stares at the giant hornless unicorn, slowly limping his way, hunching his head low not to touch the ceiling as it stayed in level with her eyes as she started to shake her head and her eyes going almost to a near pinpoint shrink. She was not just afraid. She was breaking down after hearing it called her that. Thoughts of what it did to her two fillies as she sat on the ground, she placed her hooves on her head. She was holding it up as her eyes became watery as the big unicorn approaching spoke but in a rough tone like sandpaper to her ears and intimidating.

” They screamed for mercy, you know, they cried and begged me to stop both of them; I started with the chicken winged one first as she tried to flyway, so I cut her wings off ’SLOWLY’ only to end up ripping them off her body to being now little cute stubs on her back.”

The Violet mare felt her wings clutch tightly to her sides as she slowly fell to the ground covering her eyes and ears as it spoke to her; she shook her head side to side, trying to ignore it, talking as she felt light tears drip from her eyes.

“Silence... Please.”

” Oh, how did she cry only get her heart then repeatedly filled by this blade I ‘borrowed’ by the head chef, nice colt, I must say.”

“Stop.”

” But wow, did the earth pony was fun; you should've seen her struggle pinned on the wall as I made her watch her poor sister get dewinged in front of her very eyes; she was a bitch to keep quiet but at the end of it all she only stared into my eyes and felt the blade slowly gut her insides out. Right before I ripped her small beating heart out.”

The violet pegasus screamed out, hearing about her daughter's death as she lays on the ground, eyes tearing down her face as the unicorn towers over her body, only placing a hoof over her back before feeling his weight crushing over her spine as she stopped looking up at the unicorn.

His horn glowed as sparks wildly as he levitated over a branding iron, put it in the fireplace's fire, and watched it slowly heat up as she stared at it in horror and glared up at the unicorn, snarling and wincing in pain as it was crushing her back.

“You'll pay for this; if my husband doesn't put you to your end, then princess Celestia will throw you into the deepest darkest pits of Tartarus for you to rot in your damned bea-AAA”-

Cutting her sentence screaming with the sounds of spine cracking as the unicorns put more weight onto her back as; he watched the branding iron slowly heated up as it started to glow red faintly, Violet attempted to struggle. Still, she couldn't feel her hooves only to feel the weight of the giant unicorn get off and felt he broken her spine; she tried to move. Still, her body didn't react; she couldn't even speak as she laid on the ground feeling drops of tears dripped down her face, watching the blue unicorn walk over to the fireplace staring into the flames.

"Darkest pits of Tartarus by her Majesty, I begged for her to get me out of this hell, but no rescue came, I cried for mercy from you and father, but no pony listened, no I won't be sent there again just to be spat out, no, I will bring you and this damned Bucking Family their and walk out with a smile on my face as hell follows with me to this land now do me the biggest favor would you, mother."

Watching the unicorn as he heat the Branding iron and watching his magic taking half a broken glass bottle and filling it with a green spilled liquid from the ground and start taking what's left of Zara's containers and start mixing recipes slowly, steering and mushing ingredients around pouring them one at a time before pouring them into the half-broken bottle and sloshing it around as the green changed color to a light red then into a tangerine color sludge as the Branding iron started to glow a burning hot red, levitating both bottle and branding iron slowly walking limping his way before sitting in front of her, lowering the branding iron to hover over her right eye she could feel the heat radiating off the iron as she look at the shape as it was her star brand shape she used him and the zebra.

"Take a deep breath and hold it."

His voice echoed in her mind and around them, only to feel the sharp burning pain of a red hot burning branding iron onto her eye; feeling her eyelid burn shut, she slowly bowled away slowly she screamed in agonizing pain. She Cried out for her husband as she tried to call out for her husband's help only to hear her speaking in a screaming gamble of words. She couldn't even move the jaw and slowly stop screaming and wincing at the pain; she felt the branding iron slowly pulled off her air before being poured on the tangerine sludge over her body and the ground leaving a trail to a pile of boxes and barrels near a support beam before throwing the bottle at it she looks down levitating the branding iron over her as she looked up at him seeing the anger fad to fear as he smiled.

"Now, BURN"

Letting his magic fade dropping the branding iron on her as she instantly ignites into flames as she screams, slowly being consumed as the giant blue hornless three-legged unicorn levitates Zara, carefully placing her on his back and cares her out of the basement. Walking up the stairs using his magic to med her wounds and hold her on his back, pulling out the knife from the pocket of his vest with his magic, slicing all the chefs and staffs of the manor, making sure they all stay in the mansion blinded by madding rage as his eye bloodshot with anger.

"three down, the staff half gone, one remains."

"The one, lonely Father"

POV: Mr. Stitchings

The earth pony trotting please back home with his saddling bag holding a long decorated thin box topped with a crown emblem imbued on the center of it, it was a gift from her highness, as he walked, he held an open letter in his hoof, reading it.

“Mr. Stitchings.

Due to unpredictable notice, the princess is absent at the time, and the meeting will be postponed till further information regarding her highness on the reason for the postponement due to a royal family dec”-

He got distracted by the smells of smoke, dropping the letter and looking up to see the dark black smoke only to be suddenly the sky turning dark the as night and gazing to the sun to be Blackened by the moon eclipsing itself over the sun, two bright lights soring through the sky like shooting stars, one being a bright pink light and the other a blue but darker only to collied with the pink and bouncing off in a very off-putting sky dance of hitting with each other and bouncing off repeatedly, he then saw an orange glow from the horizon turning to see it was his manor set in a flaming blaze and galloping towards home.

He sees the manor's second floor was ablaze as the sounds of windows breaking open and flames burning out. The first floor looked to soon go in flames seeing remanence of the second-floor collapsing down through windows only for his nostrils to burn with the smell of something rotting in the smoke as he makes for the door with a swift buck of his forehoofs kicking the door open only greeted with a sight that only filled his mind and body; rage.

There stood the root Of his Anger, his Problems very Being of All his Frustrations that ‘thing’ he thought to himself as he stared at the giant blue unicorn looking down at him see his bloodshot eye red, his other eye being just a red blur centered by a white blur and his horn dripping with blood, carrying that zebra on his back as his old vest suit, hooves and coat was stain with smears of blood. He didn't put much thought to know what happened to his manor of how it was ser a blaze or how that hornless unicorn was covered in blood from head to hoof as he stares standing their snarling at it and slowly spreadings his hooves out to get into charging stances as the two had a staredown.

“Where are they, Violet, Golden Thread, Silver String, Silver Bell, everyone Celestia damn it, what have toy done, you vile cursed beast!”

He screams over the blazing flames cracking around them as they stand staring at each other in the grand hall fire burning around them, feeling the heat as sweat drips from his head and body as the unicorn levitates the zebra behind him fare from the flames before speaking in a tone that causing a shiver to roll up the earth ponies spine but not getting a flinch from it.

” Their dead, burning in the very flames around us, the very same flames that will consume you too, you will die here with them, and your staff did, I will only watch till this manor is nothing more than ash and rubble with only black bones within it, so roll over like a good dog and die, father.”

The word the thing said made his eyes widen. His mouth gaped but not in fear intended by it but instead to be felt with anger as the earth pony dropped the decorated box embued with the crown logo on it, opening it using his muzzle, grabbing a small hoof mount, and only pulling out a short sword with a silver blade and golden grip handle, it had some text that wasn’t in the equestrian writing as it glowed a light blue and soon followed the silver blade to do the same. It was one of Celestias' elite guard's blades who knew she kept it, but it didn't matter. Now he was ready to face the giant pony that dared call him that title.

“You were a mistake when Violet pushed you out into the world. First, you took me home; then you took my staff and title, now you take my family, what do you want now before I cut you down like the being of Tartarus you are?”

Mr. Stitchings says, holding the blade out, ready to slash the pony that destroyed all around him and only stood there before chuckling softly to little menacing laughter as it spreads its hooves apart and lowers its head, mimicking the stance as the earth pony’s as it stares eye to eye locked on.

” Simple father... Your name, Stitching Needle”

POV: Thing

He watched his blood father, holding the blue, glowing silver blade, snarling at him as he smiled, locked with his father's eye contact before the earth pony charged at the giant unicorn letting out a raging cry as the unicorn teleported the knife used the same knife the unicorn used to slaughter the staff, twin mare daughter, mother noble and now the father, the unicorn quickly levitate a burning chair leg from some burning using both to block the pony's right slash only to take a swift hind leg buck getting thrown back by the giant unicorn as he levitated debris as some were still burning using his magic as his horn sparked as cracks slowly formed causing his horn to bleed as his magic envelopes the burning debris sharping them to wooden stakes and lunches them one by one shooting them in a wooden stake barrage as the earth pony gallop left to dodge the first shoots of the shower only to groan in pain as two stakes hit his side and the second cutting his back but still galloping as the unicorn plays with the earth pony laughing madly. Watching the earth pony circle around and charge again, striking behind the unicorn as he uses the knife to counter and slice Mr. Stitchings left cheek to his eye but only to feel this right forehoof get cut off as the giant unicorn screams only to then giggle. His magic sparks out from his broken horn, teleporting away and staring back at the earth pony, only to feel his smile drop to a snarl at the noble pony standing over Zara, the injured zebra holding the silver blue-lit blade to her neck. He stares at the earth pony snarling, keeping his head low, ignoring his missing forehoof as blood pours down on the ground as the grand hall burns, crackling the wood with smoke filling the hall as the ceiling crumbles down over them.

"Dare cut a single hair off her coat and I'll skin you alive before the fire can burn it off you."

The earth pony looked down at the zebra snarling at her shaking his head and looking back at the giant unicorn.

"You took my family, you took my home, and now you want my name and life. You deserve nothing but a slow death with her if you want it."

The noble earth pony Mr. Stitchings thrust the blade of the short sword into Zara's neck as he heard the gasp of air and her final breath as she slowly exhales; his eye widened, and mouth dropped to a frown of sorrow as he felt his eyes watery the one only pony that wasn't a pony that cared for him the one only being that loved him as a son even if his blood family abandoned him. She taught him how to live, only to see her take her final breath right in front of his own eyes; as he stood there, his horn sparked wild as he stared at Mr. Stitchings as the fire of the manor burned brighter, the heat grew hotter as the fires burned wild. His face snarled at the earth pony as he let out a deep tone but not filled with anger, but only sorrow as his magic sparked more uncontrollable whit the sounds of cracking from it and blood trailing down as his magic aura surrounded the earth pony, levitating him off the ground and spreading his hooves out as both of the eyes of the unicorn blacken out with white pupils with red irises.

"I only did this for her, and for myself to find the peace and joy we longed for, and yet you took that way from us, ripped us of who we were to nothing but servent slaves for you, your family, and this damned mansion, I'm only returning the favor that was now long overdue, you want me to die then I'll die, I'LL DIE SENDING YOU TO HELL WITH MY OWN HOOF IN PIECES."

The unicorns aura around the earth pony focused on his hooves and neck, slowly twisting them all around as he screamed out in agonizing pain but overcame, as the unicorn was on the verge of crying as he was letting a crying roar out as the sounds of flesh and bone before with a quick fleshy 'SNAP'. Mr. Stitching's screams were cutout as his body butchered with all his limbs ripped apart as blood spilled out of his body as the unicorn squeezed the limbs, draining every drop of blood as it poured out to the floor and dropping his limbs, leaving his head on the ground frozen with the face of shock. The unicorn galloped over to Zara's body and held her to his chest; he felt a tear drip down his cheek as he held on to her body, hugging her tight as the voice from his head returned to speak to him but no longer in his mind but behind him as it spoke over the blazing flames burned around him almost seeming silences as the voice spoke.

"I'm sorry little one, I truly am, but she knew the price of what was to come to give you the last gift along with myself, for this, I shall alter her, and her kins wish."

The unicorn still sat there holding the zebra in his hoof as he felt his body lighten, his head dazed, and his vision was fading as he listened.

"I can off you the revenge you need, the power, the knowledge of life and death, and the ability to no longer fear death. You must swear to me by giving me your name and your allegiance, little one. You will have the freedom, the peace, and the desire of joy you want that I can promise that."

"It wouldn't be the same without her I only did this for her and now shes gone I have nothing.'

The unicorn slowly laid down next to the zebra holding her hoof as he slowly looked up at the burning ceiling as it slowly cracked, getting ready to crumble over him.

"It may not be the same as you wanted, but you will have everything you need, even bring back the dead or make a new life, this I can promise you, little one, she and her kin gave their lives to have you be born, so now I ask, serve me be gifted to no longer fear death and gifted with knowledge and power to make or bring life as well as take it, or die here with your blood family and rot in hell."

The unicorn feels his conscience fade as he closes his eye, he then uttered, feeling his final breath leaving his body.

"I, Stitchings, Dr. S-Stitchings will... serve, thee."

"Then by the power of my crown and name, I coquet, and pestilence put you; Dr. Stitchings under my banner now sleep for now once awaken your Hatred will be untamable except by me, all will feel your Pain as you walk these lands and now they will Fear you, My Little Monster."

The voice then was back into his mind as Stitchings, the last of his blood family, rolled to sleep as the manor burns around him, the floor collapsing him to the basement and the mansion coming down over him, entombing him in the basement with the zebra in his hoof as his coat and flesh burns, around the right side of his face, and his hind legs. As he rests, the time came now, tombed by the burnt remains of the mansion but with power spilling out as the voice of conquest pestilence's laughter echos around him.

Author's Note

Happy New Years my friends!

Let us have faith that the year will be better and brighter as we travel in the dark but never alone. It's always better to have a friend around even if ya need it or not; nothing more important the spending the time with the folks ya like and like ya for you too.

Prithee, be careful; best not want you to get a scratch while you're off on an adventure.

See you space cowboy... ; )

Chapter 8: Fear

"Looks like we are now caught up from the past events to present day, and all I can say that my little monster, will bring this land, this world to a new light all in my name, that I promise you my friend, so I ask wont you join me and watch as a world of peace, harmony and friendship slowly but steadily rots and decays as plagues and dead conquer the lands all by just a simple dead pony?"

Location: ???? Basement of the Ruins Stitchings Manor POV: Dr. Stitching

What was his abusive blood family knew as Thing, Hornless, or Big blue one-eye, slowly awakened letting out a loud groan snapping his eyes wide open only to be engulfed by the darkness around him. His eyes glowed both different colors as he had a hard time adjusting his to the dim light from his eyes as he tried to stand up only to feel the weight of fallen debris over his body, his body didn't feel normal self than his, well 'normal' usual self, he felt a lot heavier. Wait, no, it can be Stitchings didn't feel anything or can't feel anything entirely, not the coat on his skin, not his only hoof touching his body or the debris or even the magic that flowed through his horn or anything, touching his face only the right side was burned down to the bone, feeling both his jaw as it was attached to his skull, but luckily his right red-eye was undamaged by the fire now just an eyeball in a hole, at least he had depth perception, both his ears were burned off but still heard some sounds just fine, placing his hoof over his chest and held his breath for a moment but what shocked him was not feeling the need to breathe as having his hoof over his chest.

He waited calmly, but he didn't feel even his heartbeat in his chest-beating anymore; thoughts rushed into his mind placing a hoof on the debris to push off the debris slowly. With several attempts and groans, he managed to push the rubble off his torso and see that his legs were charred, blacked, burnt down to the bone. He looked over his body closer; his legs were severely injured. Still, no blood leaking from the wounds or even the feeling of the burning pain his body would feel coming from such injuries, but it didn't bother him the fact he can still move his hind hooves though without the attachments of muscles, skin, or even joints holding them, yet they were held in place as if they were still connected and intact. Shaking his head and slowly getting to his hooves with the sounds of cracking joints and groans, looking around his only to see that he was trapped in the basement that his colthood spent in only for his memories to come back to him as if his skull has gotten hit in the head, hard, with a mallet, He remembered what happened, how he killed his blood sisters, his blood mother, and his blood father.

He remembered everything, which made him smile his large eerie smile; even if he couldn't feel it, Stitchings very well knew well he was smiling. Only for the smile to fade as he remembers Zara the zebra or what he would call his mother and how she died, he looked to his hooves as if he could almost feel her body as he hugged her corpse tightly before butchering his fathers body into pieces. Down on the very ground Stitchings awaken under rubble was a pile of ash a few charred bones blacked by burning.

'Well, at least she's gotten a Cremation burial.’

Stitching thought to himself how he took the spirits deal out of joy of being granted revenge, immortality, knowledge of all and to be able to bring back or create new life in hope to get back Zara from death, but seeing her body no just charred bones and ash he sigh disappointed and sorrow as the deal for this would only take the not only her soul but her body as now she cant be brought back, sitting down and picking up her burnt skull only for it to crumble in his hoof, and closed his eye clenching his teeth as he now felt a feeling in body, it was the same feeling as he used to kill his blood family, the sense of rage in what was to be his dead cold body only to feel the burning warmth of it as red and white eye glowed bright as he snarls at the dark coldness of the basement.

He the saw his broken horn glowed a teal blue light to illuminate the darkness around him as he looked around and saw the burnt remains of his blood mother, her spine was broken in two as she looked like she made little movant before being consumed by the flames, with his magic engulfing her charred bones mending them into different shapes almost into being similar to a four clawed dragon talion and arm just like what he read in the private library and with a grunt jammed the bone armed into his right shoulder the sliced forehoof using his magic to mend his bone to attach with the arm, slowly restoring his shoulder muscles connecting with the claw, within what felt like hours to several days Stitchings managed get not only full feeling but even function over his new forehoof or fore claw arm.

"A new hoo- 'claw', I guess the charred bones of my blood mother had a purpose then being just a dead foal-of-a-bitch collecting dust."

He Said to himself, glazing over his new appendage and smiled a small crooked half smile as he looked at the dust bone dust and ashes of his loved mother Zara, grabbing the dust in his hoof and hand only to rub the ashes in the wounds of his hind hooves and his shoulder of his right clawed arm in believing that he would still have her with him or what's left of her as he rubbed the ashes on his body making his dark blue blood stained coat making areas of it look ash grey and other areas having smears of his blue dark coat mixed with dried blood, after his ash bath he looked around the basement seeing the main stair entrance was caved in by debris he tried to remove it with both hoof and claw and his magic, only for it to be either continue to collapse in on itself or to not bulge entirely.

'Great not only am I trapped and entombed but in the place of both my birth and death, might as well as try to conjure my magic but nothing to extreme just as mother Zara said.'

With himself talking to his own mind he sat down and closed his only normal eye as his horn glowed and waited patiently with only one question he thought to himself.

'how long was I dead for?'

POV:Twilight Sparkle
Location: Castle of Friendship ~~Absolutely the most dumbest castle in all of Equestria~~

"NO NO NO! THIS IS TERRIBLE!"

Princess Twilight Sparkle looking over her map of Equestria and seeing it was blank empty all almost looking similar to a simple round table with the distorted purple alicorn looking over it terrified.

"THE MAP IS BROKEN?! WHERE DID THE REST OF EQUESTRIA GO?!"

She screamed out to herself scrambling over the table map and see nothing all but except an open clear area part of the everfree deep within named 'Froggy Bottom Bog' as she crawled over and looked it over snarling confused staring at the bog seeing the whole swamp was shown glowing.

"Only the bog of the everfree forest remains vexing...SPIKE!"

She looked over to the sounds of crystals breaking and crunching sound to see her small baby dragon assistant spike the green and purple dragon eating broken shards of crystals he chewed off a near pillar and breaking pieces off as he stuffed his mouth and glance at her surprised.

"SPIKE! Stop eating the castle and come help me pack up!"

"Mmft-mf-mnf dwff ght!" He responded with his mouth stuffed in crystals has he quickly chewed and swallowed handfuls before getting up and ran going over to a bookshelf and helps twilight grabbing books of survival guides and specific scenarios handlers as twilight levitated her saddle bag and some books from spike's hands as he grabbed and held them for her.

"So What do you think is going on at the swamps, somepony needing help with friendship problem maybe?"

"I can't even begin to guess. But I know It's not a problem friendship can't fix this time, showed up with there cutie marks glowing. This means all hooves need to be on deck who knows what kind of creature or even monster awaits us to face us there."

She remarks as she began to fill her saddlebag with her guide books as she held a book of 'how to travel in swamps and boggy areas guide for ponies' as she leaves her castle hall to go get the other elements of harmony as she levitate her crown the element of magic into her bag with the books as spike climbs on her back with her as she trotted out.

Location: ???? Basement of the Ruins Stitchings Manor
POV: Dr. Stitching

Dr. Stitchings sneezed regaining his smell and scowled at the scent of a decaying rot smell only to weakly raise his left forehoof sniffing himself and whipped his head back at the not only the site but smell of rot coming from his left side under his shoulder as it was a small infestation of maggots' eating away his decaying body as that was a good sign he was not alive no even knew they were there but he lowered his hoof and focused conjuring his magic to see if he could try to heal and med what's left of his dead body to feel things again.

'I guess those tales of terror and horrors were partly true, Zombies and ghouls can exists but I wonder could I control this infestation and am I a ghoul or a zombie? looks like I will have to do medical examination and probably a surgical for this infestation.'

He thought to himself as her walked over moving debris and sees that Zara's alchemy set and half of her items were still intact most looked boiled, decayed and even just burnt but it was a good site as he sat down grabbing a small rusted knife and slowly raised his left hoof and uses the knifes blade to cut off come corroded skin that the maggots didnt eat yet circling his side and saw that the infestation went inside his body seeing part of his rib cage, he quickly used his claw to hold up his weak left hoof and with his broken horn sparking lightly to hold the knife in his magic aura, slicing his chest enough to open and see in his own body. his eyebrows raised at the sight and smelled of pure decaying rot seeing that most of his organs muscles looked in various rotting colors seeing his left lung had been infested with maggots, his kidneys more dried and shriveled up than raisins, his liver was half rotted and his stomach was no were then just a shiviled broken sack in his body as his intestine looked still intact as he sighed to himself.

'Definitely a zombie pony, a big one at that well for once I'll thank that spiri'-

He stopped gripping his open chest and head falling on his back groaning in pain, he was confused and worried as he patted his body all over and even inside his body as the pain felt like a a cutting pain as he then heard the voice of the spirit that made him this way as it spoke almost as if it was around him and in his head.

"I am no simple spirit pony, I am your master, the being that the zebra cursed me to be bonded with your soul as you were born, remember that as you did swore your loyalty and allegiance to me in your name you choice to have, I gave you these gifts and I can easily take them away though it will be painful and very agonizing so remember your place or die the most slowest and painful death that a soul could bare, do you understand pony."

Hearing his voice finish talking and seeing his blue ashy coat wrinkled quickly as his body felt weaker as he screamed out a cracked shattered voice coughing blood.

"Y-Yes, My mass... Master, I 'cough cough' serve thee till... true d-death." being close to barely being able to speak he saw his body slowly recovered to his average state as Stitchings laided there rubbing his body and feeling the star brand on his chest glowed a disgusting lime green color as his masters voice spoke again.

"you will bare this mark as your sign of allegiance to me, you will mark it on any rune, mural, ore life you make and worship me as if a god, if not that day will be not only your last but your most agonizing day to breath your last breath pony, do I make self clear!

It lashed out at him making him flinch standing up to his hooves and slowly lowered his head bowing to the dark around him "I will follow your instructions to my bone and will obey your command, master I swear not to fail O' great one of conquest and decay."

"You will soon be receiving guests that will unearth you remember to mind your tongue as you've be dead for nearly over a thousands years, the lands have changed your home is gone and you are alone, I can't tell who, what or when you will be face by unknown faces, but keep in mind that this will be challenges for you to face and suffer from alone, I expect nothing but your own perfection and your prays to me, I might even grant only a few of them, and if you obey my order I may bring you back her if you be a good boy that is."

Dr. Stitchings master says as he looked at the bone remains of his mother Zara as his eyes widen and joy as he bowed his head with a small feeling of hope and faith to his master now for this. "I promise to follow your command to the last letter master, if you wish for me to kill then I shall kill again."

'I know you will Dr. Stitchings, I know you will." with that final said his master laughs echoing around Stitchings as he look around and sat down looking at the bone remains of Zara as he frowns sorely but fuel now with a goal to work for under his new masters order.

'This was and still is all for her, all of it, if the world or anypony wouldn't let me have her back then no pony can have this damned cursed bucking world not even the princess of the sun and moon themselves.'

Author's Note

Looks like a new light as be brought to the giant zombie pony, lets just hope that he knows what he's doing before twilight or the others wouldn't do anything too crazy.

thank you for reading be sure to like and or leave a comment on what ya think, if ya have an idea or suggestion im open to hear it same for thoughts, have a good day and cya in the next chapter folks : )

Chapter 9: Friendship, with the Dead?

Location: Froggy Bottom Bog

POV: Twilight Sparkle

Twilight Sparkle and her friends Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash bearers of the elements of Harmony trotting down what little dry patch of the swamp deep in the everfree as twilight was reading 'How to travel in swamps guide' with her head stuck in it followed by Rarity watching her step as she carefully places a hoof on what little dry steps. She knows not to filth her coat disgusted by the swamp or being there entirely as Applejack and Fluttershy trot slowly behind her and pinkie pie bouncing around giggling and rainbow dash above them fly looking around concerned as being in the gave them all an anxious feeling before Rarity spoke up.

"Twilight darling, are you sure that were heading in the right path at all, as much as I don't like the boggy scenery I rather not spend any moment in the everfree for long."

"I have to agree with Rarity on this one twi', even if we traveled far in the everforest before this place is still a dangerous place, even though Zecora lives here we never traveled this far in or deep.

Applejack adds looking around in the dark of the forest around them the feeling of being watched by something in the trees and dark around them as twilight looks back away from her guide to see the her friends looking around with their guard up anxious as she sighed to feel the same way as they all looked to her.

"Look girls the map brought us here and where ever the map shines theirs a problem that somepony needs help or a problem that friendship cant fix.

twilight says as it seems not to ease the anxiety as rainbow dash swooped in with a cocky smile as she but twilight could see she's trying to hid it as she hovers over the group. "Maybe is somepony stuck here or just lost I'm sure that we will be in and out of this forest before you can sa- AAAAAA"

Rainbow Dash screamed, bumping her back onto something behind her and quickly zooming straight behind Applejack shaking scared. Twilight uses her magic to illuminate and reveal what she bumped into, only to be a moss and vined covered statue. As and they looked back at Rainbow Dash, she chuckles to herself, getting a small giggle out of the others as they all went to examine the statue removing the vines and moss, revealing a cracked but still standing morel of four ponies, two being pegasi and two earth ponies a family morel and next to them more stones aligned side by side some cracked or broken by time and others covered in moss and vines. Twilight looks at the four statues, and the others go around looking around at the other stones aligned near the statues, seeing some words carved into the stone moral reading aloud 'In honor and memory of the Noble family of The Great Stitchings along with there house hold staff thou there live lost they will be missed greatly.' Twilight gasped as she looked at the others a bit worried as they all looked to be sharing the same emotions as she had.

"What's is this place twilight?" Fluttershy asked quietly as all the girls looked over at twilight seeing her ears go down to a fold as she her face had a small frown on it making there anxiety raise a bit.

""This is a grave and not just for theses four but for all the stones around, its a cemetery for an old noble family and their staff. But I never heard or read anything about this noble family under the name 'Stitchings' before.

The other five ponies looked at themselves just as confused, fused, and concerned as Twilight before Pinkie being behind the four statues talked out, grabbing the attention of the five ponies as she points her hoof over to a part of the stone moral. Right before Twilight could speak to stop her.""Hey, there's something written here reading; "Rise the forgotten one of this cursed family, by order of the 'Great lord' your slumber is over, and your work is not over by his command."

Pinkie read aloud, and a cold wind blows as the dark around them seems to darken eating the light that as they all quickly stood together, as a low deep tone laughter echo's around them and the wind causing them to shiver in as the eyes of the statue glowed red before fiery flames burned out of them and faint but echoing screams let out from the statues. Screams of pain and sorrow as even words of begging for the pain to stop before the statue moral started to make the ground shake only for it to stop as the laughter muffled sounding from the statues or under them. Twilight looks at pinkie angrily as Pinkie giggles nervously before saying "Oopsie." Looking back, Twilight slowly followed by her friends, walked up to the muffled laughter of the moral and leaned over to hear the laughing more clear only to instantly gag and walk retreated at what she and her friends call the worst smell they ever smelled. Rarity fainted pinkie's face turning a sickly green Fluttershy and Applejack holding Rarity while covering their noises as Twilight used her and rainbow used their wings to cover their faces at the rotting smell. Only for a giant clawed hand broke out from the dirt, making Twilight and the other four screams as came crawling from the mud was a big hornless half-burnt unicorn head emerged groaning as it crawls out from the dirt under the statue.

Location: Froggy Bottom Bog

POV: Dr. Stitchings

Dr. Stitchings laid there stitching up the large slice he made on his chest with s sewing needle and some thread he found along with what remained of his white-collared shirt and black vested suit, seeing the white shirts sleeves damage he slowly folded the hoof cuffs up to hid the damaged sleeves while still keeping the style, looked at his claw smiling at the gift of having it being able to properly garbing things and have a really tight grip as he sat there fixing his body and attire, before a small flame light and glowed across the room as he slowly gotten on his hooves and claw staring at the tiny flame, it reminded him of how it ended, the site of his blood sisters as he teared them apart, his blood mother who he burned and left in the dark he was raised in, and his father butchering into pieces, he slowly walked over to the flame, as soon as he go closer to it he could see it grow larger and brighter and revealed four shadow figures standing in front of the fire, he couldn't see there faces but by there bodies shapes he knew not only where he was but who was facing him and all he did was smiled lowering his head and gallops at them charging straight forward.

The four ponies tried to block him, grabbing his giant body. Still, thanks to his massive size, he galloped, knocking one of the ponies to the ground as three held on to him, barely able to slow the giant blue unicorn still gallops to the flame, it grew larger and larger, knocking off the shadow ponies as the screamed in pain as he reached out his claw to grab the fire finally looking back at the shadow ponies. He saw their faces only making him laugh and seeing the faces of his dead blood family, seeing their eyes gouged out from their sockets and all their bodies still having their injuries seeing his blood family, his sisters, mother and father burnt and in pieces all of them as Stitchings laughed before being engulfed in the flame and teleported in a coffin waking up to the a muffled female voice speaking "Rise the forgotten one of this cursed family, by order of the 'Great lord' your slumber is over, and your work is not over by his command."

He laughed and started to bang on the lid of the coffin with his claw and hoof as dirt slowly filled in, and he began to dig through the dirt, laughing, shoveling dirt, pulling and worming his way through the earth, finally punching through the dirt with his claw as he feels the open surface along with feminine screams as his claw was surface.

'Must have been some grave digger pony or some fillies playing dare at the grave"

Stitchings thought to himself as he pulls his head through the dirt groaning as his head slides out from the earth and slowly crawling out hearing the females screams were loud and behind him, crawling from the dirt and slowly standing on his hooves and claws before turning his head and snarl at the loud screams only to be quickly surprised to see a group of six tiny mares, five screaming at him as one was fainted over with two holding her, looking at them before snarling back and inhaling slowly and letting out a growling his at them making them silent quick and followed by him heavily coughing they held each other in their hooves looking at him as he stared them down standing upright and shaking the dirty of his coat and vest suit, he looked over himself before looking back at the group of six tiny ponies seeing them shaking in fear lowering his head to get a closer look at them, only to see them back away and holding their breath as a pink ones face was turning to a sickly shade of green.

"Ok, now that all the needless screaming is over, might I-" "Hold it right there buster just who the filly tails think you- oh you smell jeez."

Seeing the blue rainbowed mane pegasus zoomed surprising him at such a level speed getting up to his face snarling only to quickly fly a few hooves back gaging but still getting close to his face snarling at him, but he knows she was afraid staring into his eyes, he stared into her eyes. 'so much colors, so much life, and yet the a faint of hatred in her, interesting.' He thought to himself as he stared into before smiling eerily as he then snarls back at blue pegasus as she then retreated behind the orange, blond earth pony as they were all shriving in fear which made him chuckle, as the purple alicorn slowly and shakily stepping forward looking up at him.

"S-s-s-sor-rry s-sir...I-" She stuttered as her eyes went almost pinpoint dot as she stared at the giant pony as he sighs shaking his head only to slowly turn and limply walk away from the groaning before looking around at his surroundings seeing the manor was no longer around and seeing the statue of his blood family only to slowly chuckling before turning to slow deep tone laughter before using his claw to striking the heads of the four making them crumble into pieces as he laughs as more manically echoing in the forest as the five ponies watch in pure terrifying fear.

"I'm free, freedom from that dark pit of hell, finally now time to get my work ya fucking buckheads." he turn to face the five ponies as the white purple maned unicorn slowly gotten up and looks around seeing her friends staring at the giant zombie looking pony smiling manically at them only and gasping dramatically at him, standing up right and regaining his posture and stares down at the six tiny mare ponies and stares specifically staring down the violet purple alicorn and spoke in a rough deep tone in his voice.

"Now that my 'excitement' is contained how about an introductions would be an important matter, shall we? you shall call me Dr. Stitchings, curse blood of the noble family of 'what was' the great stitchings the one and rightfully only living dead pony in this land, this is still equestrian golden age correct?"

He watches the tiny alicon shakes her head, regaining herself, and stutters to talk as she looks up and down the giant pony seeing his burnt dark blue ashy coat, his rear hooves being skeletal, and the right forehoof replaced with what looked like a black dragons claw made of bones and then his face, she stares at his right side of his face being burnt do the bone and his right eye now being up close to him seeing that it had a pure pale white center surrounded in a dark pupil and then just red all around in the socket itself as it glowed faintly as it was partly covered by his black charcoal mane along with both of his ears burnt down to his head and finally was his horn, as he watched her examine him before finally speaking.

"H-hello s-ir I MEAN Dr. Stitchings, when you s-say 'living dead' you mean like a z-zombie correct?"

He nodded his head and curled his lips to form a smile at the tiny alicorn as he stared into her eyes before staring away. He could practically see the sun of life in her eyes but yet see curiosity to a very dangerous extent, wondering how far for knowledge she will go to, maybe she would along with her entourage could be of use, after all, he thought to himself as she talks ignoring any stuttering rambles she made. Only caring to listen to the names of all six ponies and them being something of 'elements of harmony' or some ridiculous name of a club, the urge to use his magic and squeeze the very light from her eye was strong along with butchering her companions. Still, being a zombie, he couldn't feel it only except snarl at the alicorn, which made her stutter more as she was backup by her other companions; he lets out a sigh before turning his back at her as she watches, scared.

Twilight Sparkle a purple mane and coat alicorn and bearer of the element of Magic a companied by; Rainbow Dash a sky blue-coated rainbow mane pegasus bearer of the element of Loyalty, Pinkie Pie a bright pink coated earth pony with a bright pink poofy mane bearer of the element of Laughter, Rarity a white-coated with a dark purple curvy mane unicorn and bearer of the element of Generosity, Applejack an orange and yellow blond maned earth pony topped with a brown country hat, bearer of the element of Honesty, and Fluttershy a shy yellow with a long pink mane pegasus bearer of the element of Kindness.

"Twilight, Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends the helements of armoury or whatever you little gaggle fuck is, I don't care even if your the very goddess sun and moon themselves, just leave me alone to my work or ill have six new blank canvases or patients to take care of, hehehe, do you understand my tiny pony?"

"A-and if we don't? Rainbow Dash added as he lowered his head down to their eye level hold on of his sisters statues head in his clawed hand and with a slow crackling sound crushing the stone head in his claw before smiling and dropping dust and pebbles to the ground.

"I beg, dare, and even ask you to doing it without a second thought, Hell spat me out in to Tartarus as, Tartarus didn't want me, what makes you think that some mare-toruage of six tiny little pathetic ponies do anything let alone shoot me with a rainbow or even beat me to my knees?" He snarles a sinister smile at them all as the backed up away from the giant zombie as he chuckles to himself. "Though I jest being dead is not fun let alone dying again, so ill place nice for now my dear... 'friends'."

Author's Note

woosh the mane six found a being from the dead and now its calling them friends, this may go out well as they believe but everyone and everypony knows the rules; never trust the dead even if they maybe caring still heartless as ever.

thanks for reading leave a like comment or thoughts and feedback, hope ya have a good day and cya in the next chapter dead loving friends

Chapter 10: The Laws of Life, against The Freak

Location: Everfree Forest

Twilight Sparkle princess of friendship and her five friends, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash, walking several hooves ahead what was their 'new friend' if they could call him. who wreaked incredibly severely for being a walking corpse or a 'zombie' as the giant ashy blue pony put it, Twilight was lost entirely in thought questioning how a zombie or even a pony can come back from the dead.' She had so many questions as thinking to herself as her friends muttered quietly to themselves with the zombie himself following the six ponies behind with the smell of rot following him, Applejack and Rainbow Dash slowly trots next to Twilight, calling to her to catch her attention with both of them having worried looks on their faces.

"Twi, can we can talk sugar cube?" Applejack leaning close to her while keeping an eye the giant dead pony only to see him staring at all of them individually with a vacant blankly stare only a corpse would make and then stare off out in the dark forest almost as if there were somepony there.

"I don't like him Twilight not one bit, even without that disgusting smell; look at him; he's a giant ugly zombie for celestial sake.

“ How can even a pony come back from the dead? I thought that when ponies are 'dead,' they stay 'dead dead,' right Twilight?"

Rainbow Dash added as she and Applejack stared at Stitchings making sure he heard them, only to no longer see the giant rot, smelly dead pony following them as they all stopped looking around for him in the forest's dark. The rotten smell is still around, only to follow the scent leading off-path traversing through a rough patch in the shrubs and giant hoof prints following his smell as Twilight and her friends follow the broken path leading deeper into the forest. Only to see the trail lead to an open semi-flatten area and a large stone area seeming to be ruins of a housing foundation, large house foundations to be exact, with the giant dead pony standing overlooking the old crack stone foundation ruins. The six ponies look over, staring at Stitchings, only to hear him chuckle lightly before making all six-stop in their place, staring at him as he chuckles his rough patchy chuckle.

"I was born here, and this very place was the mansion of the Stitchings, my blood family right, oh how I missed this place, my birth and now death home almost cliché but yet at least my family died with me, resting in Blazing pieces hehe."

He said and turns his head to a complete his entire head completely around one hundred and eighty degree as he stares at the six ponies making Twilight, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rarity, AppleJack and Rainbow stop and flinch at not only the harsh tone he said but how his head faced the completely opposite direction it was meant to be as they all stared horrified at the site of the pony as he smiles at them making a weird growling noise only to end it with a light chuckle that made Fluttershy hid behind Twilight with Pinkie and Rarity stare shaking in fear and Rainbow dash holding Applejack before Twilight turned her head keeping her eye on the giant zombie.

"Haha-ha I... don't... get it. I think he's a bit of a loosie-goosie"

Pinkie crossed her eyes gesturing her hoof in a circle next to her head as she made sticking her tongue out, with rarity nodding as she stares at the giant zombies clothing of choice disgusted by it

"Indeed darling, and have you seen his attire, though its stylish, the past could used a remolding its certainly very outdated and looks as if its been burnt along with his awkward figure."

"I have a real bad feeling girls"

"I may have been dead and rotting for over nearly over a millennium and though my ears are burnt off, my senses are more shaper then a scalpel gutting a stallion."

All the Mares stare at the giant dead pony as they watch his body move to face them as he lowered his head to tower over their heads, walking over to them as his smile turned snarl and staring directly over their heads as they lowered their bodies over the towering dead with his smell growing stronger. He watched the six ponies wince at his 'unique' body traits, which made rarity gag heavily, Pinkie's face turning green and vomiting, Rainbow and Fluttershy covering their faces with their wings as Twilight and Applejack held their breath from not and shaking in fear as the dead pony towers over them. Now getting a closer look at him, he was more than just a giant. He was taller than even princess Celestia by a couple of hooves, maybe even more as Twilight stares more eye to eye with Stitchings; Twilight could see on his body had small bulges crawling under his coat and what little skin was on the part of his burnt, rotted and decayed skin only to see maggots' crawling out and from the skin making her disgusted by sight.

"E-Excuse me D-Dr. Stitchings, I would like k-know how you came back f-from the dead, if you wouldn't mind?

He raised his head back up and sighed as he sat down on the cracked stone floor foundation and sighed frowning as he stares at the six and then his clawed hand then gently touching the right side of his head before gazing back at them as his frown went to a sadistic crooked smile taking a breath.

"Well tiny ponies share with me your ears and hear the tale of how a pony died and came back awakening from not only death but having the very darkest pits of Tartarus and hell that I had to crawl out and be spat out from."

A few hours of lies mean words, angry ramblings and a few crying questioning mares

"And to which that is when I climbed from that coffin unearthing myself and to how we met up to this moment.

Pinkie was crying waterfalls of tears along with Rarity and Fluttershy with tears dripping down her face as Applejack took her hat off holding her it to her chest looking away along with Rainbow Dash looking away empathetic the undead hornless unicorn as he sit there blanked face staring at six mares as they wiped the tears of there eyes and faces as Twilight with her ears folded down looking up at Stitchings with curiousity and empathy at him.

"So all that rage, that pain and fear mixing the dark magic, no wonder you managed to come back to life, I, I'm so sorry for you and for your loss.

"Don't be, evil died with this house and yet though I maybe a dead pony that, seen and was blamed for the problem I still had Zara or what's left of her, her body burned but her ashes now forever par of my coat as her kin would say 'it was a sign of a loved family member, guarding and guiding their souls' if that makes sense.

He tells the purple alicorn in thought not even believing how he managed to lie to a princess of friendship but also how he managed to altered most of his past life to them, Pinkie some how suprising the unicorn hugging his left forehoof ignoring the rotten smell and maggots with all four of her hoofs wrapped around his crying her eyes out, to which lifting his hoof seeing her still clinging on to it as he tried to shake her off his hoof.

"You, you must have felt so sad and horrible, I'm so sorry for you."

"Pinkie is right, to think a family of nobility would just not only abandon a baby but even enslave him to be a servant living in the dark cold filthy underground is horrid."

”And you were alone, for most of your life no pony could bare with that type life."

The mares added, finishing crying and wiping the tears off their face; they all came close to Stitchings mind, the smell stopping as he stood up, looking down at them blank facing them, remembering his past how he murdered and killed his family and their staff along with burning the manor only to end it dying holding his dead adopted zebra mother in his hoof. Even how he was no longer himself but just a giant undead hornless pony and how the thoughts of his masters' commands and orders for him only to make the land he walked on felt his pain and rage, the only way for him to accomplish was to make sure that any sign of hope and resistant's would stop him, these six mares, making the 'elements of harmony' seemed to be one of many problems and obstacles for him. He thought to himself how he would kill each of them individually, and by his judgment, the weakest was the yellow-coated and pink mane pegasus being the weakest and apathetically cowardly. Yet, he could sense different animals and a hint of a draconequus; looking at them all, and they reeked of other species on their bodies. These ponies would be a challenging obstacle to overcome at his state and even power. He might have to play this friendly lie a bit longer.

"Well, I wasn't alone through the beginning of it, just life more hatefully towards mother Zara and me, but we managed then after the fires and her sacrifice, I was and now am still alone bucking cursed be an damn undead forever to live and rot, the magic of life surely does know to be kind and caring with other ponies and giving a royal horn up ones ass, imagine having my minitour-shit-for-luck and life 'heh' guess one could say its graving with joy."

Pinkie chuckles at his joke with the other five look away wincing slightly at his language as he let out a light chuckle and looks back at the foundation and shake his head and then look at the forest around them as he looks back down at them keeping his smile on what's left of his burnt face with a few cracks from his body as he got up.

"Well lets just hope the equestrian folk are more kinder if not the same."

"I'm sure for a pony of your 'physic' even the princess might agree just need, a sprucing up a bit here and their."

Rarity says keeping her distance as she examines the giant ponies body and attire along with rainbow dash hovering in the air, applejack leans close to Twilight seeing Fluttershy looking his wounds with Pinkie still hugging his forehoof, Twilight leaning to applejack as she hears her whisper.

"Twi' I reckon that nopony sees him, I mean it no offence but look at him he's not bigger than apple cart full of cider, but he reeks more then fertilizer left in the sun after a rainy day, and just look at him an actually zombie pony, I feel sorry for him I do but I don trust him."

"I understand what you mean look at him, sure he's big, could be clean and a new face plus a body but I'm sure he's more nice than he looks or even with his behavior and language, but maybe that might be from his experience I'm sure if we try to befriend him he might tell as about the past or better maybe he might tells us about how he became a zombie."

Twilight and applejack looking at the Stitchings, still not believing how a pony comes back from the dead, let alone know or have influenced by this 'dark magic' she heard and seen most types of magic, even the magic. Tirek magic of taking others, Discords chaotic mischief or what else they faced, but this dark magic he spoke about that had influenced him not only body and life but also how it managed to bring him from the dead, and by his story, he told them how it was by zebras spiritual magic. Twilight remembers how Celestia's teachings how the different types of magic from what her majesties to control the sun and moon, Cadence's and The Changeling love magic and her and her friends magic binding with the elements, but never studied anything much over dark magic maybe this is why Stitchings said that only zebra kin could access to it. How he called it 'Forbidden magic arts' Twilight thought this to herself in-depth, but she wanted to know more of the magic over and might even get a better understanding safely without breaking the rules and in the safe testing area.

"Excuse me Dr. Stitchings for asking about this, but you think you could take tests so I could further understand that 'dark magic' you mentioned, but with some conditions overseeing if that is ok?"

He looked down at the purple alicorn seeing her curiosity and nods making the the purple alicorn smile, he knew that he could use her curiosity to gain information of the land that changed from long ago and most importantly new information of possible new leaders, species such as the draconequus and many more, perhaps maybe even teach these little ponies the true meaning of sin and true pain that they will feel, smiling and nodding slightly at her.

“That is fine, but I must warn you, few can barely learn of it, those who want to pay a heavy price for it, but we’re ‘friends’ are we not, surely we can trade knowledge for knowledge, correct?”

Chapter 11: A Monsters Call

The mane six Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, And Rainbow Dash were now at the main road to Ponyville with the sounds of extra hoof steps a few hooves away behind them only for them to stop Rainbow Dash's ears perked up at the sound and stops to turn and follow. Still, her friends see their new "Friend," Mr. Stitchings, the giant towering tall hornless unicorn pony only to be undead with the smell of rot following him. Standing in the shadow of a tree in the everfree forest staring at the ground where the sun shined over, he stared at the light and the shadow only to look up and see the six mares looking back at him with confusions to him this would be instead be feeling the sun for the first time. However, when he was alive, he did attempt to go outside only to be beaten back in and again for doing so, to the mares they thought Stitcihngs would burn up as soon as he touches the light, but with on step with his hoof, they watch the sunlight show more of his body.

The burned scars covered was what made up most of his body, his coat or what remains of it was a dark blue almost as if it were Princess Luna's night sky but had smears of grey dust and rubbed ash on to it thankfully he wore his suit attire to cover up the maggot nest under his forehoof shoulder. There his mane was a simple long dried dark grey mane with a short tail to complement it, but what made it hard for even the six mares was his face; now, seeing it in the light, they could see that it was a mix of charred red and black scared burn down to his skull that could see his jaw, left eye socket that held his red and white left eye along with what little muscle that kept both his mouth and eye and the insides of his mouth and teeth. If they were to look up 'Burnt zombie pony,' Stitchings would've won that definition and had a picture.

The girls looked away, horrified and disgusted, only to see Rainbow Dash and Pinkie still staring at him as Pinkie's mouth was open in gasp and Rainbow dash only turned her head side was at the now show sight of Stitchings.

"Yeah, you'd be better looking in the dark instead, could used a bath an"-

She was cut off by Twilights magic pulling her behind her and keeping her mouth shut as she smiled nervously at Stitchings, seeing him only take a deep breath of the fresh air and roll of the rainbowed mane pegasi's comment.

"S-sorry about that she means well and doesn't mean to insult you in anyway."

"I know my Physic and 'smell' is horrific to gaze at and be disgusted with it; I don't care if you tell me or keep it behind my back, but at least have some decency to keep it to oneself instead if you do not dare share it to my face." He said in a dead tone as he slowly walked towards them and then saw a small cottage surrounded by birdhouses on trees, a small pond, and what looked like an animal pin. He stops in his places and stares at it more only to the senses of that draconequus again, strange to him that he could sense it and why a being of its kind would be here. Fluttershy slowly comes behind him, looking at him as he stares at her home."Draconequus interesting, to think such a being to be present here, disgusting yet still interesting."

He continues slowly walking past the six mares as Fluttershy's ears fold back, leaving both her and the others both confused and concerned as he steps forward ahead of them. How does he know about discord? What else did he know? The thoughts of mares rushed to their heads only to quickly follow him as he headed to Ponyville. They knew that if anypony saw him, they would be afraid, almost like the first time with Zecora, Twilight and her friends quickly galloped to be ahead of him, realizing for a slow giant zombie he can walk fast as they keep up in front of him at a trotting pace to show the ponies of Ponyville is with them. Making the way, they all expected the same reactions, shock, and fear as the Stitchings walked following twilight and her friends through town to her castle of friendship in the distance.

"So much has changed, to think one moment I was their during the black sun and the next I'm burning to death and buried alive, blessed tartarus for making me a zombie."

A pony heard and screamed "ZOMBIE!?" making the other ponies panic and run away, screaming into their homes with the sounds of doors and windows slamming shut as the scream and town became silent with only the laughter of Stitchings as Twilight and her friends cringed and stared at him with annoyance except for pinkie giggling along with him and rainbow trying to hold in her laughter as twilight shakes her head letting out a sigh. "And here I thought Ponyville didn't believe in scary foal stories.

”Can you blame these tiny ponies, hell your one to talk as if when I came crawling out of the grave all of you were like little babies left in the dark.” Twilight cringes at that description Stitchings and only to hear the laughter of pinkie as all the other ponies of Ponyville stares at them and the giant zombie.

Within a walking and Stitchings looking around wanting to wonder they make it to the castle of Friendship, to Stitchings he’d never seen a castle that was made of crystals shaped of a tree, he remembered reading books about crystal trees in his fathers private library but they were from some empire in the far north, but it looked stupid as all thing he seen and he’s a zombie.

They open the door and trotted in with stitching looking around seeing the grand hall is a large open round room with a table in the middle of it and six chairs that had the six mares cutie marks on them, he then takes notice of a baby purple and green dragon eating one of the crystal pillars as it glanced at him from the corner of its eye before screaming and running to get behind Twilight.

”W-who, what is that thing, and why does it look like it crawled from the grave.

”Spike this is our new friend Stitchings at least I hope he’s a zombie from the evergreen forest”

“A ZOMBIE!” spike quickly climbed on to Twilight back and stared at Stitchings as he looks down at the baby dragon smiling what he thought was a friendly smile only to scare the dragon more and make Twilight flinch back at it, before pulling out a small green glowing maggot from his mane and offers it to the dragon in his black claw making all six mares disgusted at the site of it.

”Yes ‘AH a giant zombie’ look little dragon I know my looks aren’t up in standards but that doesn’t mean I can be friendly”

Spike looks at the maggot and his black claw comparing it to his own then back up at Stitchings before shakily taking the maggot and slurping it in his mouth as his eyes widen at such a sweet taste, and looks at Stitchings with a curious smile making the six mares more disgusted.

”Goodness spike to think you’d think before you eat anything disgustingly horrid.”

”Yeah I’m going have to side with Rarity on this one spike gross and it’s from a zombies mane.”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes lock with Stitchings as he frowns pulling a hand full from the top of his head and holds it out for the young dragon as he starts to slurp up one by one, Twilight grossed out but uses her magic to grab one and examines it as it floated in front of her face, the green glow illuminated its body seeing two black eyes a dark green head and two tiny mandibles with Fluttershy next to her and examines it with her.

”Ive never seen such larva before but they almost look similar to hornet larva.” she spoke softly to Twilight as she noted it did look similar to it from both seeing books and pictures along with the actually thing, as spike continues to chow down his fill.

”who cares these taste amazing almost better than crystals, almost.”

”Spike would ya please stop stuffin’ them bugs in ya mouth, it’s getting hard to watch and talk.”

”Oh oh what do they taste like are they sweeter than candy, cake, pudding fudge?” Pinkie jumps up as she grabs a maggot in her hoof only to with out hesitation plop it in her mouth and then gag spitting it out on the floor wiping her tongue with her hooves as if she ate a bad batch of cupcakes shocking all her friends.

”Nether mind, Dey don taste theet.”

”You forget that ponies are only plant eaters pink one, unlike this young child drake dragon, he can eat not only crystals but also certain insect's and other foods common with reptilians and some amphibians, just when he is of age he’ll lose the taste of it, and go back to crystallizing diet.” Stitch’s says, taking the last maggot and plopping it into his mouth, seeing the glow through his damaged face go down his throat and disappear going down, making Twilight cringe in disgusts but her mind itching with questions, how does he know of dragons, what with those maggots, and so much more.

”Then why can you eat this one without gagging or feeling weird by it, is that a ‘zombie thing’ or the black magic, can you eat anything else or can you even it or”-

She was cut off with her muzzle closed and held shut by Stitchings holding it close with just his clawed finger and thumb as he looks at her with his blank stare.

”Hows about we just take a break from this eventful day and go for maybe a nice cup of tea or in this case something that would help you mares forget what has happen and load off.”

Twilight looks at her friends as she knew they felt disturbed and sick from him getting used to his smell was one thing but now maggots in his body and him snacking on them with spike, she could understand and nods feeling his claw let go of her muzzle as she then looks to her friends sighing tiredly.

”Girls we should probably rest now, seeing that he’s mostly friendly and very…interesting I’ll just conduct some test and then report my findings to the princess we can meet back here tomorrow and see what to do and help him with what ever the map brought us to him.

Twilight looks at her friends as they all nod at her with Applejack looking at Stitchings concerned but trusts in Twilight’s that she’ll be fine she is an alicorn and was powerful magic. Rarity walks up to Stitchings staring at his vest suit seeing it up close, he wore a grey stained tattered white collared shirt with a red dirty tie around it and what was a black vest that was more of a light grey with dust and ash covering it.

”Pardon me Dr. Stitchings but if you’d excuse my curiosity how did you acquire this tattered attire from?”

”my blood father gave it to me in pieces along with sewing equipment, after Mother Zara teaches me how to sow basic fabrics and cloths, I started to fix this old suit and now though not stylish it’s the kinda perfect that I appreciate, along with how I got this.” he points to his chitin mark as it was a grey thread wheel with a sewing needle crossed over it, Rarity glances at it and back at his suit, what was probably an amazing piece of attire ruined by some insufferable noble pony to give not to a child to fix by make it look horrendous.

She uses her magic to adjust his collar to straighten it out but also redo his tie as he watches seeing her straighten out and do a more better job then how he did it when he was alive.

”if you wouldn’t mind I’d love for you to come to my boutique and come for a repair or maybe even a new suit seeing… size I would love to make you something if you wouldn’t be so kind that is.”

Stitchings looks down at the white unicorn, he chuckles in his mind of how easy he’d be along and she will be the first, seeing she only cares for his attire he’d not only benefit but also gain the chance to take the life of this pony, staring at her reminds him of his two twin sisters and his memory flashed in his eyes as how he torn them apart and held ones heart in his hooves, the memory made himself smile his creepy giant smile and thoughts of how to take this beautiful mare into a perfect and better pony.

His own perfection in his eyes, he can see it now, strings her coat off, sawing her horn, stitching her eyes and muzzle shut, maybe ‘borrowing a few of her limbs to replace his own, he just smiles and nods accepting her invitation as she trots away with him following behind slowly with his limp and jittery body Twilight watches but keeps her focus at the maggot as she takes it to her study to do a further examination of it as all the mares live staring at Stitchings following Rarity.

”One down five to go, who will be next on this quest of the dead to rise and walk again?”

Author's Note

Sorry for the late publish Been busy with some things lately but I’ll do my best to post at most weekly so due bare with it and thank you for reading

Cya in the next chapter : )

Chapter 12: How Generosity Kills

POV: Dr. Stitchings

It was so perfect, and she was right there, just hooves away from what twisted, demented disgusting thoughts replied in the giant zombie’s decaying mind, and yet there he was standing there like one of her foal of a bitch’s mannequins. Stitchings thought to himself; how he would take this unicorn's life in his claw and hoof, the thought of it replayed in his mind over and over again and again, he held in his emotions as he kept his blank face, practically looking like a stood up old corpse on display.

His eyes gazed around the room, seeing that he was standing on a podium with a new suit on that looked identical to his old vest suit, just the white-collar shirt was pure white and refixed his black vest covering it was shiny and felt silky smooth, complemented with his old red tie now cleaner and the white coat unicorn, what was her name again, well it didn't matter, seeing her work on an oversized grey coat over a mannequin, as much as he liked his attire, he admittedly appreciated this mares eye for fashion along with reworking on his old suit as he stood there looking at himself in the mirror.

” I must say darling, for a ‘zombie,’ you do have a good look and choice in your attire, even keeping it in style for so long, how do you do it?”

He hears the unicorn ask as he turns to look at her and sees a pair of scissors on a shelf, he uses his magic to levitate over to his claw holding and gripping it tightly, holding it like a dagger locking his sites with her neck.

” My mother, Zara, taught me how to sow and care for my clothes; without her help, I probably would've looked much worse than when we met, Miss...”

” Rarity, darling.”

He looked at her watching her every move and slowly stepped off the podium, quietly approaching her from behind, seeing her fix and sow the sleeves to an oversized grey jacket.

” I must say clothing for your large physic is a challenge, yet I do love the new styles that it could bring, even your old attire brought out a sort of 'large yet rustic professional style,’ like a doctor such as yourself, but those burns, stitching, and tears, along with your 'deformities' almost make you look quite monstrous, not to mention that rotting smell.”

Stitchings stood behind Rarity, towering over her ignoring every word she says; he could almost feel her ego as it only brought the memories of two ponies he despised From birth. He could still see their faces, their devious smiles, their obnoxious giggles, and rants as he saw the faces of his two twin blood sisters in his mind laughing at him and making a fool out of him.

He wasn't even consciously knowing he was raising the scissors in his claw, gripping them tightly over his head, and without a thought he struck the unicorn mare's neck piercing her white coat straight through as the scissor's blades stabbed into her neck and piercing out from the other side. He used his hoof to grip her muzzle shut from screaming out, seeing her eyes widen and glisten as tears form, she tried to flay out her hooves and thrash around in Stitching's grip holding her tightly and using his claw to press down on the scissors, pushing them more down to there handle.

” That's because ‘Little Miss Rarity.’ I am, and always will be. A Monster.

He whispers into her ear as they both drop folds down, only to feel him let go of her muzzle to hold it open as she feels his claw gripping her jaw and keep it open and a big sadistic smile on his as she tried to scream out for her friends or at least her sister sweetie bell, only to make gargling gibberish feeling blood go down her throat and seeing her workrooms curtains drop darkening a bit.

” Do not threat over your kin and friends; they too will be next, but in the meantime, this will hurt, and I promise you it will sting just for a moment, and by the end of it, you'll look beautiful just as you did with my attire; ill let you keep your magic for your sowing technic, at least appreciate my generosity for that dear Little Miss Rarity.”

He laughs as she gargles and lashes her hooves around, trying to break free from his claw and hoof grips only to feel her jaw be widened more. Sudden stiffing pain of her jaws joints only to feel the slow tearing pain of her cheeks being ripped apart as she gargles out more and hits his claw and hoof to break free or stop him as he chuckles with that smile turning to a grin, watching her flay about ripping her cheeks apart from her stiffened joint and muscle of her skull and jaw before he stops and holds her, their feeling blood and tears trail down her ripped open muzzle and face as she looks at him.

Her eyes widened and were watery as she felt the scissors from her neck get ripped off and her tongue sticking out as long as it could; she saw a magic aura gripping her tongue and the scissors and saw the sparkling magic of Stitching's broken horn. He levitates the scissors-blooded blades to the side of her tongue as she weakly shakes her head, feeling her jaw was looser than it should be, and gargles out, pleading for him to stop and mercy or someone to come and get her away from him.

” Mind if I borrow this, Miss Rarity, I promise I'll give it back once I'm down with your little sister.”.

She gargles weakly, feeling her throat filled with blood coughing blood out over his claw, as she weakly hits his claw and hoof with hers just by what he said, not even wanting to think about what he would do to her sister as she desperately attempts to break free from his grip only to feel her tongue getting cut out from her mouth. The sounds of a loud cracking snapping sound as her vision become blurry, only seeing Stitchings put her blood dripping tongue into his mouth and his broken horn sparkling more brightly and holding her by his hoof and her jaw in his blooded claw as she slowly closes her eyes feeling her body go limp.

” I must say darling thank you and your generosity for lending me your tongue; I promise you that once I'm done, you and your sister will be together as you were meant to be, Muah.”

Her eyes weakly widened slightly at the perfect imitation of her voice as he spoke in. Still, that fact he gave a small kiss on her head before he could see the life and color in her eyes fade as her body goes full limp, making Stitchings chuckle in her voice dropping her body onto a table, as he looked over the oversized grey jacket on the mannequin and putting it on, it fitted him perfectly. It matched the style of his new vest suit as he looked over at her body, fixing the jacket's collar to have it stand up and look back at himself In the mirror, it was a large grey jacket that reached over and covered his flank along with half of his bone skeletal charred hen hooves with black laces that outlined the jacket, He thought of it as a trench coat as he stares himself up and down the mirror.

” Huh, well she was right about me; I do look rather nice and have that, what was it she said, large and professional physic.”

He said to himself before shaking his head, walking over to the workroom door, and glancing back at Rarity’s body before levitating the scissors opening the blades stabbing straight into her eyes, and slicing them in their sockets before leaving them stuck in her as he let off a sigh ‘for good measures.’ he thought to himself, finally opening the door slightly and speaks out loudly.

” Sweetie bell, could you be a dear and bring me some tea for my ‘guest’ in my workroom, please.”

He hears a set of hoof steps from upstairs as he smiles. A loud "OK SIS" in response as he closes the door and looks around, levitating the body into a changing room as he goes into hiding with it as a grey coat cat comes and claws onto his hoof, he looks down at it, grabbing the cat by its head and quickly crushes it in the palm of his claw, before tossing it to the side of the changing room as he peaks out and waits for Sweetie Bell to come out. The sounds of metal clanging something and fragile breaking can be heard just before moments a small filly white coat unicorn with a pink swirly mane holding a small try with three cups and a kettle in her green magical aura, walking into the work room only to react wincing back at not only the darken room and the smell of a stench she never smelled before along with the smell of , wait is that blood.

She looked around a concerned and set the tea tray on a table and, with her horn still lit, using it to look around the dark workroom, she covered her nose with her hoof as she navigated the darkness around her as Stitchings watched her smiling, she's scared, confused, worried, her anxiety growing it was cute, like a filly in a cave alone lost and abandoned, almost like. Wait, I-I couldn't do it; it's just a filly, a mere kid like he was in the beginning; he reflects by looking at his bloodied claw and hoof, realizing what he has done to this filly and looks at the eyeless jawless white dead unicorn he just killed shaking his head as he realized she probably had a family, friends and loved ones only to take something from them as he jerks his head and holds it tightly.

He slowly feels his body stop panicking and his mind shutting down his thoughts and memories. The only thing that was in his head now was just three words in his voice as it repeated over and over in his mind, "Hate, Pain, Fear." he pulled his head back, his face straight and blanked voided of any or barely showing a slimmer of any emotions except one that made him feel the heat in his body. It only grew hotter and hotter; his face snarled up as his teeth clenched tightly and spitting out Rarity's tongue at her dead body, making it land into her bleeding eye as with a slam on the ground with is claw and hoof, making Sweetie jump as she stares at the source of the slamming sound. He wasn't mad or enraged, and he felt a smile grow on his snarling face as he watched the small unicorn filly shakily comes close to the changing room, only stopping at the feeling of something wet under her hooves, she stopped and held her a hoof up to look at what she stepped in shining her horn at it.

" Rarity what happen, why is it so dark and what is this weird wet gooey stu"- Sweetie Gasps as her magic shines lighting her hoof as she looked at it eyes widen as only to look at the ground and backs away breathing fast and rapidly, what she stepped in was blood, thick, red, fresh, blood, she fell on to her flank and quickly scooted back fast having her back to the wall as she panics shining her horn brighter seeing a trail that leads to the changing room. As she looks at it with her pupils going pinpoint as her magic glowed brightly and brighter before zapping out as the darkroom surrounds her, She was there panicking, with the smell of blood and something rotten in the air she sticks to the wall feeling herself breathing quickly as she stared blindly around in the dark for anything.

" R-Rarity are you, ok"- Her voice trembled at the sight of two glowing eyes, one teal color and one red with a white center that towered over her. She gags at the sickly smell as the pair of eyes got closer to her and slowly lowered to be just over her head as she looked up at it in pure fear, feeling her body shake petrified as the few glowing sparks above the eyes slowly started only to spark more wildly as it glowed and showed a face that Sweetie locked gaze to the eye within fear as she couldn't even feel the tears running down her cheeks as she sees the half-giant blue coat smile. A half dark red, burnt face staring into her face as she felt her breath stop at the horrifying sight of this giant monster in front of her.

" This isn't a dream or a Nightmare, this is real as I am little filly. He grabbed her by the throat, wrapping his claws around her neck, and could even feel a pulse in his palm as he held her up, holding her, leaving enough to breathe; he could see the pure fear in her eyes; her anxiety was all over the place as she placed both of her tiny hooves onto his claws not even attempting to try to break free from his grip as she stares at him in horror.

" Just like your sister you'll be with her soon, but first you have a surgery to go to, and out of my generosity and Rarity's you both will keep your magic. I promise that it will only be 'VERY' painful for the whole thing, and you better not pass out on me or I'll just force you awake and kill you with my very own claw and hoof, my dear little filly." He chuckles and gently squeezed her throat, making her gargle and cough as she tried to scream only to be pinned onto a table by his magic; her body spread out as he held a pair of blooded scissors over her torso in his hoof, his broken horn sparked as he levitated Rarity's body into his claw and held it up for Sweetie to see as she screams out a coughing gag at the sight of her sister seeing her jaw was missing and her eyes sliced off in their sockets.

" You're going to die here little filly, but you won't be alone, you'll have your sister to keep you company and you'll both be reborn as one and more beautiful than every, maybe even more than the two royal twin rulers." He chuckles to himself as using his magic to lock the front door of Rarity's boutique and uses his magic to flip the "open" sign to reading "closed," chuckling as he held the scissors up before lowering it slowly and the only sounds heard was his chuckles and gargling gags, lots and "LOTS" of gargling gags.

Author's Note

Monke, mmm Monke

Chapter 13: And I thought, ‘Zombies’ didn't sleep

And there he was, sitting in the dark again, wondering what had happened after he saw that filly with the look of how it would see something in the dark, literally but in the end, it didn't matter for a simple looking around Stitchings knew where he was. All that was in front of him, surrounded by the empty void, was a mirror, the same mirror that was in his dead twin sisters room, the one that they looked at to ready for themselves for outings, dinners, or events, the same mirror now cracked but with writing on the glass in its the exact place he wrote in blood, their blood, he reads over it over and over to himself." Hate, Fear, Pain." looking past that. He saw himself, a reflection, but he was different. He was wearing his suit correctly, but his body looked younger; his face didn't have any scarring, burns, or even maggots crawling underneath his very skin. He even had his horn and eye, but even with all that he knows, it's just a reflection, an image of a fake, a dead face that he grew out off and now sitting there, reading the blood written words over and over again and again, he ignores the reflection staring right back at himself.

'Once again, entombed here, but this is a relatively new pit in that hell-scape of Tartarus, to think they would just put me in avoided plain with only a mirror to gaze at myself and what I... What I have... Wait, this doesn't seem right; no, it doesn't. What is this place? What the hell is happening; I was supposed to be... Supposed to... be...' Thoughts rushed to his mind only to fade quickly and soon return his gazing blank deadeye stare at the mirror again only to see his reflection again. Still, with something trailing down his cheeks, he had his eyes closed, and yet he was blanked of expression, and was that water, it trailed down his face from his eyes to his cheeks.

This place is wrong. Stitchings doesn't belong here yet at the same time; it feels familiar; why was Stitchings reflection crying like a child, why was there a mirror, just what the hell is happening? His thoughts instantly suppressed to silence, the silence that would drive any thinking being to madness, all while he could hear the mirrors sobbing and gasps as it screams in agonizing pain. He stares blankly at the mirror, with the same dead stare that only a corpse could perfect.

” Why, we were meant to kill our family and not them, no-pony else, so tell me Why...WHY!?” The reflection screams out at him as he only stares blankly, remaining silent. Now he remembers this void of color, even of the color black wasn't here in his mind, the very same place that he spent when rotting in Tartarus with only this mirror to look back onto himself and the blooded words. Stitchings didn't bother to engage in the mirror, only to raise his claw, ready to strike down the mirror for his final task that he should've done from the very beginning.

With a quick swing using his claw to break the glass, the mirror hitting the crack, making it slowly grow, he continued to hit the cracking glass, letting his rage slowly cloud his mind as he watched his reflection sit there, with his held eyes shut tight. Tears trailed down his cheeks. It only made Stitchings hit harder and swung his claw faster, tightly curled up into a fist as he punches the mirror, one hit, two, five, he counted each blow he felt his claw getting sore and with one final pullback of his claw. Finally beats through the glass, grabbing his reflection by his neck, pulling him throw the broken mirror, and throwing him behind him, sending him straight to the ground as he looks up to see what grabbing him with such violence, only to see the monster that was no longer him in his own body. It wasn't meant to be alive or even real, just a scary reflection now, just anything more than an undead blind enraged beast towering over him as it looked down at him with his eyes glowing of red and black pupils with the sound of a low rough bellow.

"Why you ask, because this is our new destiny, our new path we are no longer walking with the living; the living are walking with us, and this world is full of untried sins, unique desires, more anger. Our master gave us the order to bring him and bring new life, the life of death, the seeds of his crimson corruption." Stitching's slowly walked over, looking down at his reflection, grabbing him by his throat, digging his claws into his neck, feeling his clawed fingers buried. With ease, he had his reflection's esophagus in between his palm and claws and pulled him up, holding him by it in the air. He was crying heavily, his eyes red and puffy, his cheeks swollen with the prints of trails from his tears that now were pouring down from his eyes, all while staring back at was the enraged beast holding him by his literal throat coughing and wheezing with his claws squeezing it.

Then came the sharp slam to the floor as Stitching's used his body's dead weight to throw and hold his reflection on the grown, hearing him groan out and cough as he gripped his claw with both of his hooves, feeling the pain of his neck and throat being squeezed chocking. By not his actual body or even the real him anymore but now just an undead monster that only wants blood, and will do anything for it no longer mad nor sane, deranged or normal, Stitchings what was a foal born to a family of hate and regret, murderer and butcherer of Equestria, died by burning his family, his home and himself. A pony no longer that stolen his blood family's name now a monster fueled by the rage of not just the living and the dead, but by himself, seeing the source of all that hate, pain, fear, and wrath, was looking into a mirror.

" No more will I have to hear your cowardly pathetic worm voice of yours, always wanting to remember Mother Zara's teachings and words; why can't you bare her death, it was our fault, we failed to protect her, and now this world will bear the brutal curl justice it deserves, EVEN IF THE TWO ROYAL HORSES HAVE TO COME AND STOP ME, THEY CAN KILL ME A THOUSAND TENFOLD, AND I WILL BUTCHER THEIR BODIES AND SKEWER THEM OFF THE REMAINS OF THE MOUNTAIN FACING SOUTH SO THEY MAY WATCH THEIR WHOLE WOLRD"-

Then with a loud 'SNAP,' Stitchings came out of his rage and looked at now a dead reflection of himself that he ripped out of the mirror, the very same him that wanted to disobey their master, the- or what left of his normality, conscious or whatever he was, he was dead in his claw and his body pinned on the ground from the looks of it he crushed his esophagus from his grip. Giving him a slow and painful death after the slam and his body crushing his throat into a thin mush paste, it snapped his neck, killing him in a second instant. He felt pain, and it was the last and only thing all the good that was in his decaying, rotting mind would ever feel.

He looked at his reflection's face seeing his eyes were half-closed and bloodshot, with only the final bits of tears to trail downside of his face as he laid their dead with his neck still in Stitchings grip, now the family of Stitchings is dead, now he was no longer held back, and now Stitchings were alone in his mind, hearing no more cries, whimpers, or even a simple beg, just silence, he hated it but at the same time liked it. It would be like that forever till his master makes him draw his final breath. The only thing he will want is if it could be painless, till then, he as a job to do as a small smile curled up in his half lips, and he came to reality from his mind. Looking at his grip, he was holding a dead pink flat maned pony he had in his claw; he felt the spine of her neck split in two as the smell of fire from somewhere was near along with... was that music, whatever it played it sounded as if it played on a record player that broke and on a repeat of the same tone over and over. With a slight glance around his surrounding, the hell is that, is that cake and... Oh, and that's a body, OK? There are many bodies, blood splatters, confetti, streamers, and... glitter? Along with the sounds of a mare crying somewhere, but where?

He looked around his surroundings; it was a party in a pastry bakery of some sort, decorated as if it were a fillies party as he used his magic to shut off the broken looping record player to stop that terrible loop tempo of the same note over and over. he sees balloons, simple childish party games, a snack table with assorted cupcakes, a bottle of this 'pop' and other snacks. Then there was the dead alligator pinned to a picture of a tailless-drawn pony on the wall through its snout, with stitchings claw fist printed on both the gator's head and the wall with the nail pinning it. He saw the bodies, a grey coat and blond mane pegasus with their wings ripped off, a brown coat and mane stallion hanging by a chandler by his tie, two ponies hugging each other, a mint color mane and light green unicorn with a yellow coat and blue-ish pink mane. 'lovers, cute' he thought as the most of other bodies were heavily drenched in blood or missing body parts, hell one even had their face skinned off there body. "My work... Not a true beauty of art, but the eye in the beholder or however that dead pony said it."

He looked back at the pink pony in his claw he held by the neck; she was a mare by the look and an earth pony but, familiar to him somehow, pulling her head with his hoof to hold it up, he sees it was that Pinkie Pie pony, one of the friends with the purple alicorn, the childish one, now dead with a broken neck in his claw along with some blood splatters here and there and with a cake server cutter stabbed into her stomach. Stitchings dropped her limp corpse to the ground into a puddle of blood, seeing, hell, whatever happened here was a blood bath only for him to kneel in pain, exhaustion, and... glitter again? He looked at his body, seeing he had some glitter blasted on him with some confetti and streamers all over his body with new stains of blood, looking around again at the bodies Stitchings saw. He misjudges there were many bodies everywhere, and dead ones to be exact, some butchered into pieces, dismembered, decapitated, gutted, burned even; he even sees one missing half their skull, almost like a big animal bitten it off. Looking at that, he felt an awful taste in his mouth. He only counted a rough estimate of twelve to maybe twenty or more, a party of ponies.

He looked at his body again, but as caught off guard seeing his claw and hoof was drenched in the blood, even his mouth as he looked at the bloodied mess and pieced it all together, it made him chuckle a bit before the sounds of a mare crying somewhere near, he looks around to find the source of the crying. He follows the sounds; slowly getting up, feeling his body was sore and aching to stand, he knew he fought for this blood bath and limply making his way to a pair of swinging doors peaking over to see a blue chubby looking pink maned earth pony mare, she was curled up against the wall, she had tears trailing down as she was staring at the kitchen oven as thick black smoke was pouring out of the close door. Stitchings couldn't see what was burning in the oven, but his eyes were more on the decapitated boiling pony head in a pot over the smoking oven. Did he do that, or was it... He looked over at the chubby blue mare, now seeing she had a force-cut smile cut through her cheeks, she had blood smeared across her face, and her flanks looked as if they had gotten pealed off her rump and her hooves. All four of them were dripping in blood, and her eyes were pinpoints as she was crying or probably giggling in her case with that forced smile on her cheeks.

He smiled at her; she was lost and broken, whaling like a restrained caged animal; whatever Stitchings did to this mare, he thought his work might have gone overboard or didn't do enough at his most whole, he'll have to remember this mare to continue with some new ideas. He'll keep her as a test pony for him when he wants to play new ways of murdering other creatures or just for entertainment, seeing her body twitch and tremble around. Stitchings couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing as he opened the smoking oven like a vast black cloud leaves the stove. He used his claw to reach in and grab the oven-tray, sliding it out, and he then was greeted by two black burnt tiny bodies.

" Babies, twins nonetheless, and looking at the broken mare, she must have been the mother and the boiling pot on the stove boiling must have been some remains of the father, a small tiny little family, cute, adorable and disgusting."

He was then distracted by the sounds of distant steps trotting simultaneously in a.. marching cadence with... metal? Must be armored, wait. Oh, buck me with the Tartarus pike through my ass and mouth, it was the guards, and by the sounds of the marching gallops, there are a lot of them. His thoughts rushed as he stared at the scene around him, realizing he's the only culprit as; he sighs before taking his claw to pull out his right red-eye from his skulls socket and holding it up close to a window to see outside. He was right, making sure not to have his giant figure be seen. It was the guards, the royal guards armed with spears and swords in there shiny goldish armor, this can only mean one thing. 'She' or 'They' both were here for him, his murdering spree to capture, contain and question him; or this mass murder was going to be a monstrous genocide and 'She' or maybe 'They both' will be his first blood shed for it. By Celestia's and Luna's royal foal makers, this will be fun for him, his small smile slowly turned to a snarling grin and he stares at the blue chubby broken blood soaked mare getting an idea of a plan as he puts his red eye back into its socket of his skull.

Author's Note

Sorry for the late publication; if you like the story, I haven't set up a good or decent schedule, so I want to apologize for that and for being late on it. The story is still being worked, edited, and more to come, so don't worry about our little monster. We're barely hip-deep in this pool of bloody rage.

Tomorrow I'll do the necessary edits and fix any punctuations, if any, thanks to some tips, and that might go from this one to the other chapters. Thank you, and have a good day, friends.

cya in the next chapter : )

(Also, give the read-aloud option try; it may not be yours, but it sounds better if it was read aloud, but that's just my thoughts, I'm sure most of you might enjoy it a bit.)

Chapter 13: It's All in Your Head

Author's Note

I'm sorry that this chapter felt rushed. It will go under appropriately editing and contain the feeling it holds till tomorrow. Thank you for your support and understanding, friends. I hope you enjoyed the story of our monster and got to see a new light shine on him, yet like all monsters, there are all the same.

Horror.
noun;
An intense feeling of fear, disgust or shock.

"Good horror is quite frail and won't even bother killing you. You can kill it just because it creeps you out, but here's what makes an absolute good horror terrifying."

"It. Never. DIES."

"No matter how hare you try."

Chapter 13: It's All in Your Head

Twilight sits in front of a small observation tank looking at the glowing maggot that Dr. Stitching not only gave to "offer" but also fed to her baby dragon spike, who is now lying on the ground feeling a bit nauseous. He lays on the floor, looking a bit greener and gently rubbing his belly, gowning sickly as Twilight levitates books of larva spices and insectoids, seeing what could this new maggot be as it crawled around in the tank.

" What did I told you spike about taking food from strange ponies, or in this case zombies no less."

" I'm sorry, Twilight; it was just so weird but looked so tasty, but like he said, dragons are like lizards and other stuff he mentioned."

Twilight recalls what stitching said about how young dragons would eat incest and small light gems. How does he know about a dragon diet, let alone know anything? How was he even alive? What was that dark magic he spoke of when he told them his story? Was he even dead or alive? There were so many questions yet barely any answers. Due to calamity, much of the knowledge about dark magic was either forgotten, destroyed, or locked away by Celestia for reasons far from understanding. Twilight vividly remembers stories and records of how some ponies long before princess Luna's banishment that they had special powers to peer into the dark magic, to raise the dead, summon beings of pure evil and monstrous abilities. Like how King Sombra used the magic of shadows, hate, and fear as his magic or how the dark alicorn amulet corrupted Trixie.

Twilight lets out a sighing grunt as she lays her head on the desk as the maggot stops moving with its head pointing towards spike as he groans, gripping his belly, the larva started to glow its green light a bit brighter as it slowly raised its head to a lifting stand with its rear legs, spikes eyes widen with a sudden grip of his neck with his claw, he was choking but choking on what, he tried to crawl towards Twilight. Still, her being too oblivious in her studies, thoughts, and questions her mind was asking, she was unaware of the situations around her, let alone anything, as her curiosity takes the best of her.

Spikes tried to crawl towards her but slowly felt his eyes roll to the back of his head and felt his claw grip tighter around his neck. The feeling of something crawling up his neck from the inside started to make him choke more and gag as it then slowly started to feel like it was spreading inside him, first up to his neck, then in his chest, and down from his stomach. At this point, his gags made him drool as he shut his eyes tight from pain from the feeling of something in his head letting go of his neck. He held his head tightly and tried to claw it out the sides of his head and face a bit, till finally, he saw... a maggot, the same one he ate from Stitchings, the same grub that was glowing green, the same one that was in the... the observation tank... seeing it slither out from his nose only to quickly jab its head into the corner of his eye and force its way slithering under his eyeball into his socket.

" Spike I'll be back I need to get some copies of Equestrias history before Lunas banishment keep an eye on this thing and don't eat it please, I need to know what it could be and run some tests on it.

Twilight, without even facing the choking, gagging baby dragon drake, her attention was on the books that were levitating around her about insectoids and larva, leaves the laboratory, leaving the baby dragon drake she hatched from her time in the school of gifted unicorns, leaving her number one assistant her closest... friend alone. The sounds of spikes, gags, and chokes were ignored by her entirely curiosity in a topic she barely touched or seen yet needed to know. As she closed the door, Spike quickly crawled over to her desk out of desperation where the maggot watched spiked crawl, his body fighting himself getting up on his knees reaching to grab a quill and paper, accidentally knocking over the observation tank to the ground smashing the glass case as he falls and lays on the floor and shakily writes with his claw clenching the quill tightly as the maggot from the broken case crawls over towards his body barely writing two large words on the paper;

" Help me "

Using the last bits of himself to roll up the paper, cough out a smoky green flame at the roll burning it to smoke as the smoke flies out of an open window above the laboratory and spike lays there on the floor his slit eye going wide, and half-closed the maggot crawled to his body crawling under his scales into his body and burrows itself into his tiny body.

Minutes turned to almost an hour, but soon Twilight opens the door of her laboratory, levitating her books and a hefty dust tome and some medical equipment for dissection as she slowly walks he her face still in the book of insectoids. " Ok spike I think I know what this creature is it appears have similar features of a fly maggot and a wasp larva but yet it was long to be extinct apparently it was named something "Neuraxin" or "Brain Worm" as it was call-" her sentence cut off by what could be a stench that rival or even be practically similar to Stitchings and soon stopped in her place dropping all her equipment and books to the floor from her magical aura to see the observation tank smashed onto the floor as she scrunches her face angrily letting out a sigh of stress as she looks around for the young dragon.

" Spike I understand that Stitchings said that baby dragons would sometimes eat worms as a diet of sort, but I specifically told you not to-

She stopped in a mid-sentence again at the sight that made her jaw drop and eyes widen in pure terror; her ears pinned to the back of her head as he body started to shake, and her breath grew rampant as she slowly felt her body move backward on its own. Here he was, her trusted assistant baby dragon she hatched from an egg, hunched over owl Twilight's pet owl Owlowiscious's body part of a gruesome scene as her pet was being eaten and ripped apart by Spike with his body missing some chunks of his scales and what looked like significantly large skin infection starting from his stomach up against his torso and around to his back. Only the sounds heard of a low, deep, gargling groan, the owl's body torn apart, and blood splashes.

He then stopped at the echoing sound of Twilight dropping her books and equipment and slowly turned to look at her face; his green slit eyes widened as he had a dead snarling thousand-yard stare with a slight green glow to them, his claws and mouth drenched and smeared dripping with blood as he stared straight Twilight locked onto her. He slowly and wobbly got up to his feet and took slow steps towards her. His body looked half limped as he took one step at a time in unknowing steps as if he lost his balance to stand for moments moving side to side; his head leaned a bit to the side as he continued to stare at Twilight, letting out a loud hissing below she quickly turned around and runs through the lab doors slamming them shut and locking them and slowly felt tears start to form in her eyes.

She slowly fell to the ground with tears trailing down her cheeks as the only sounds she heard were Spike banging on the door and hissing and groaning; Twilight slowly sat up and leaned her back on the door as Spike continued to knock on the door and bellowing, she didn't know what was going on or what was happing. But what she saw Spike doing to Owlowiscious wasn't him, he was no longer himself, and she was afraid only to be frightened by a bright flashing light. She quickly covered her eyes with her hoof facing away from the flash and looked up slowly to see princess Celestia herself standing over to her from teleporting herself. Celestia quickly trotted over to Twilight and hugged her crying student in her hooves and wings, pulling her away from the locked doors. Twilight tightly hugs Celestia as she hears spikes stop banging on the door as silence engulfs the two and a tight grip from her teacher around her body.

" H-he...t-then...I just... is... is h-he?"

Celestia holds Twilight tightly in her hooves and wings, hugging her with the silence was filled with nothing but whaling cries of the purple alicorn crying into Celestia's chest like a child to its mother as if it were troubled. The crying lasted from minutes to hours as she slowly calmed herself, facing the loss of not only her assistant but her first and closest friend that felt as like a baby brother to her gone within just a span of a moment. She looked up at Celestia, who smiled her caring, kind smile at her and gently nuzzled her, making her feel better.

" I'm sorry, Twilight, I'm so sorry. I know he meant so much to you and many, and you have many questions, but his mind was gone; his body was under the control of something that's not meant to exist. I wish to tell you, my dear student, I do, but this is something that should never be able to live or even roam this world. Tell me what brought such a dangerous entity to these lands."

POV: Princess Celestia

Location: Sugar Cube Corner

Celestia sat sitting across a table seated with the pony that started all this chaos. She tried her best to keep her blank princess mask on. Still, the smell of his rotting body, the site of his maggots crawling under and across his flesh, along with his abnormally large figure, it was hard for her to keep looking at him. He just sat there staring, locked into her eyes, looking into them. She could feel through that fake smirk on the 'clean' half of his face if you could call it, his teal blue eye almost looked whited out as if he was blind, but deep in them, she could see something of pure sadistic sinister evil, even his intimating aura of his physic was making even her guards that surrounded them both break their baring as they aimed all there spears blades at the giant zombie.

"Princess Celestia I understand that the scene around us is a bit... he looks around seeing the bodies of the ponies he killed in the bakery lined up and covered in cloth with their cutie marks over the sheets as the guards watch his every moment he made. "Messy but please were in a public area and I assure you, there is no need for such hosti-"

" Messy, you call this murderous killing spree "A messy" and even the death of one of the proud, heroic elements of harmony a 'messy,' I was hoping for peacefully negotiations, but this, this is no longer a time to talk, but a time for judging, so I ask you, by royal decree explain yourself and prepare to be judged accordingly." Celestia, Princess of Equestria, Idol of peace and friendship and one of the immortal alicorn goddesses of the lands stood up promptly staring crossly at Stitchings as he drops his smirk and lowered his head slightly staring down at Celestia.

" Just as I expected, only you still have held that boldness that all these ponies lost a millennia ago. I'm going to be clean and honest with you, your highness. This wasn't my first kill, nor will it be the last. I promise you that you will be the last one along with your younger sister, and not even these guards would or could even stop me from breaking this table and choking you in my claw." He raised his claw, curling it up as all the guards around him moved their spears, aiming right at his neck and chest as he still maintained his locked eyes on the princess. Her eyes widened a bit as she stared at his claw then back at his eyes. He wasn't lying, threatening, or even promising, and his tone made it enough for her to know he would guarantee that it would happen, but she still stood bold and held her head high, ignoring his physic.

" Why are you so driven to his murderous rampage? What purpose does this, any of this service? Is it some sick pleasure, vengeance, or just a blind power obsession? What made you so enraged?" She ask noticing something within his eye she looked at his red deformed eye seeing only a flaming hatred that was similar to how Lord Tirek's rage and lust for power. but within his normal teal eye she could see the same fire but something of a pain, a pain of...loss.

Stitchings lowered his claw and looked away from Celestia. His broken horn sparked as he levitated a severed ponies forehoof from one of the covered bodies into his hoof and slowly raised it only to take a bite from it and eat it. All the guards reacted in disgust at the sight of Stitching not only eating meat but cannibalizing on another pony. They all turned away in disgusts or sickness, even making Celestia look away sickly with the sound of his chewing can be heard.

" My Vengeance was fulfilled a thousand years ago, now... I'm just doing this out of service to another, I apologize your majesty, but I serve a new immortal being that made me the way I am." He looks around at the guards that slowly regained their compositor and baring as they locked eyes with him, making a few of them back away out of intimidation. " My goal is to bring back a loved one that I loss long ago, but her body is gone to ashes and now, now I'm no longer a pony but an undead abomination that gift new life and and plague. I will rot these lands and have your body hanging south from that mountain, so you may watch your whole world die."

Celestia watched the giant zombie unicorn slowly stand up, finishing consuming the dad ponies forehoof, even eating the bone. As the guard tried to stop him, he only impaled himself onto one of their spears. Stitchings looked down as the guard let go of the spear and backed away. Stitchings horn sparked furiously as he levitated the covered dead ponies to have them laying on his back. He turned his head, looking back at Celestia as he used his hoof to grip the spear and rip it out from his chest, dropping it to the floor; not even a drop or smear of blood was on the blade of the spear or even an oozing spot of blood from his suited attire.

" The next time we talk will be only be me giving you a warning for your surrender and death, knowing you it wouldn't be necessary, but I am not sorry for my actions, I'm not sorry for what I have and will do." A large sinister smile curled up on his cheek and lips as he looks around at all the guards. " You all will be dead, reborn into my family serving me and my master "The Conquering Pestilence," and you this I will promise this is only the first step to a road of pain, rot and pure sweet blood hell from Tartarus, if you fear death and wish to join a family that no longer knows pain, or even death then go to the forest, and sleep, a hunderd years of service to me and my master in extange of peace from the painful death."

He Celestia stands up, mouth gaped in shock, breaking her princess mask, and watches the unicorn laugh a low, rough, coughing before grabbing the guard that impaled his spear to his chest. Sinking his claws into his head as he screams in pain as Stitchings jams his thumb into the guard's eye, causing blood to trail and pour down his claw and onto the floor, the guard using his hooves to smack, kick and thrash around Stitchings grip only to see his body go limp. His coat turned to a sickly shade of green and grey, his veins turning purple as parts of his coat decayed, falling off, and soon he wasn't moving and fell to the floor with a loud thud as Stitchings laughed his bellowing laugh.

" I am already dead for you all to know, and if you wish to attempt to take my head, then I accept all challenges if any wish to part take in, my offer stands and if you choose not to, well, let this be an example for all to witness."

He raises his hoof and slams it down on the dead guard's head, caving the skull in as a spore cloud of the rotting smell to form as he teleports away with the cloth-covered bodies. Celestia bubbles the cloud in a magic seal before it can spread as Stitchings disappeared as one of her guards rushed to her said.

"Your highness shall we track him down and prepare for what he will bring?"

" Prepare the guards and army, this my require more than what we are facing, hire mercenaries if you have too, and alert my sister to the throne room, we have a lot than what were about to face for, I only hope the remaining elements or something else will be able to stop this new threat of chaos."

Chapter 14: Master, are you there?

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