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