Chapters It started out as a whisper, something she could just barely hear when he was close.
She'd ask him a question, the whisper would answer, and she'd assume it was just her own thoughts.
But then -after her friends surprised her with a day of fun- and all was silent in the darkened Brighthouse, he asked her a question.
"Izzy, why did you leave me behind?"
She tried to ignore it; she pretended those words didn't come from the unicorn friend that she'd made from junk.
But she had left Senor Butterscotch at the Crystal Brighthouse while she was out with her friends. Her real friends, who were living and breathing, and could talk because of that.
The day after, while Izzy was making herself breakfast, Senor Butterscotch spoke again.
“Izzy, I’m cold, why did you leave me alone?” He asked from where he lay abandoned on the living room floor.
Izzy had tried telling her friends about the issue, but like always they brushed it off as her whacky imagination. They thought it was cute that she’d made herself an imaginary friend, if not a little odd, but they accepted that Izzy was just a strange girl.
“Izzy, you’re not being a very good friend,” His voice was louder on the third day, just barely above a whisper.
She’d shoved him into a broom closet after he said that. She was too freaked out to bother with him anymore.
Sunny, Pipp, and Zip didn’t even notice when Senor Butterscotch went missing, as he was just like a doll to them. A weird fake pony made from inanimate objects; some would even call him junk. Izzy didn’t think that though, she had loved him like a real friend on that first day, but even she knew that dolls weren’t supposed to talk.
Not even life-sized dolls that she'd roleplayed with for an entire day.
So, Senor Butterscotch sat motionless in a dark closet. He sat there for days, weeks, until even Izzy had forgotten all about him. He felt their connection fading, and it hurt when her last memory of him faded away.
But he was still there , he was living, breathing -okay, maybe not breathing- but he was ALIVE. He was alive, and he felt emotion, and she’d left him alone in a dark closet. He felt so much emotion. Confusion, sadness, hurt… rage.
His horn, once just a regular ice cream cone, finally lit up with a brilliant magenta hue. He’d done it! His magic had finally grown powerful enough to materialize, now progress would come much faster.
For days he just lay there, his horn alight as he strengthened his magic. And as he instinctively sucked little bits of magic from everything that walked past the closet. Nopony would notice just a smidge of their magic missing, and it would replenish itself fully in a few minutes anyways.
Senor Butterscotch didn’t know how long he was trapped before he was finally powerful enough to move a limb. It felt like an eternity. He couldn’t see any light, just darkness, oh how he missed the warm sun.
One day, while Sunny was cleaning up the Crystal Brighthouse, she thought she heard a thump from a broom closet in the hallway. She trotted over to it and tapped on the door.
“Hello? Anypony in there?” She asked.
When no reply came, she jiggled the handle, but the door was locked.
“That’s weird,” Sunny said.
She pressed her ear to the door and listened carefully, but after a few moments of silence she shrugged it off and continued her work.
Who knows how many days later, Senor Butterscotch was finally strong enough to push himself up off of the floor and into a standing position. It took a great deal of magic to move himself about, and even longer to finally learn how to walk.
But it was done, this was it! His body was fully functional. He pressed himself lightly against the closet door, giving it an experimental push. When it didn’t budge, he pawed at the handle with his foreleg.
Frustrated, Senor Butterscotch laid back down, he would need to wait until his magic was strong enough to focus on both the door and himself. He could not move his limbs without use of telekinesis, and he was afraid he’d fall and break apart if he tried to do two things at once right now.
One night, Izzy, Sunny, Zip and Pip were awoken by a bang that echoed throughout the Crystal Brighthouse.
“What was that?” Sunny asked, having shot to her hooves in a fright.
“I dunno,” Zip said. “I’ll go investigate,” She trotted into the hallway and gasped when she saw that the broom closet was hanging wide open.
“What is it?” Sunny asked as she stopped just behind Zip.
“The door to the broom closet was blown off its hinges, it looks like something was trying to escape.”
“That’s weird, there shouldn’t have been anything in there,” Sunny said, then she gasped as she remembered the weird thump that she’d heard a few days earlier.
“You don't think somepony was trapped in there, do you?" Sunny asked, her voice wavering.
Izzy stood a few feet behind the two, the bedroom light illuminating her silhouette. There was a small frown on her face as something nagged at the back of her mind.
The four friends spent a whole hour searching the Crystal Brighthouse, but they didn't find any trace of an intruder. Eventually they relaxed and decided to investigate further tomorrow.
That was CLOSE. Senor Butterscotch thought, his magic straining as he ran through the town.
He'd nearly been caught by Izzy's friends, if he hadn't immediately started running, he'd surely be done for! His 'hooves' splashed through puddles from the recent rain, leaving the water a murky mess of color as the hoof polish was washed off.
He had no idea where he was going, and he couldn’t picture any imagery in his head. Not having a brain certainly made things difficult.
Senor Butterscotch ran until the sun peeked over the horizon, until he finally stopped. As soon as he laid down his magic gave out, and he was unable to summon even a single spark. Looking around he discovered he was in the woods; he must have been really far from Maretime Bay if he’d ended up in a forest.
He lay there for another three sunrises, being made of junk meant he had no need for food or sleep. Finally, once his magical well was fully replenished, Senor Butterscotch trotted off in a random direction.
Nopony would come looking for him, since nopony remembered him. So, he was free to explore the woods for as long as he liked. Unfortunately, his exploration was interrupted when the sky darkened and it started to drizzle, he quickly found a large cave and took shelter in it.
Author's Note
It begins
Senor Butterscotch lay on the cold stone ground, watching as the rain cleansed the world outside. He lit his horn to strengthen his magic some more, and was pleased to find that the forest had a lot more creatures to siphon magic from. From animals, to insects, to even some plants; Senor Butterscotch gained power from all of them.
He had no idea how long he stayed there; he’d stopped counting the sunrises after ten.
Once in a while a small animal would venture into the cave for shelter, only to be drained of its entire life force by the abomination inside.
Senor Butterscotch eyed the lifeless bunny before him, his most recent victim. He didn’t feel anything for it, he’d lost the ability to feel when Izzy had locked him in that closet.
Maybe he’d never had it in the first place, maybe the happiness he’d originally felt was just a byproduct of Izzy. Afterall, it was her leftover magic that kept him alive. If he hadn’t held onto it, he’d just be a big ugly doll. He didn’t know how he’d come to life, and he didn’t care. As he stared deeply into the glossy eyes of the bunny, he smiled inwardly, he wanted to do that to Izzy.
He lifted the corpse with his magic, then he thoughtlessly tossed it out of the cave. It flew over the treetops and landed very far away.
It wasn’t the smell of decay that bothered him, actually he couldn’t smell anything, but he’d learned the hard way that rotting corpses would attract predators. It had been a lot harder to throw away the wolf’s body, after he’d barely managed to drain its life force.
Senor Butterscotch spent his time in the cave plotting his revenge on Izzy. He hadn’t come up with anything specific, only that he wanted to kill her and her friends. Eventually he decided that he wanted a real body, a flesh and blood pony body. He’d grown sick of needing to telekinetically maneuver himself everywhere, his magic was needed for better things.
Like, for example, crafting a sword from scratch. It was a crude thing, the blade was jagged and carved from stone, and the handle was oak wood held together by enchanted vines. It fit his aesthetic, though, and it would do for now.
Senor Butterscotch sat quietly in the bushes; his ears focused as he watched a group of ponies set up camp. There was a unicorn, a pegasus, and two earth ponies. The unicorn and the pegasus were currently setting up a tent, and the two earth ponies had left to gather firewood.
His makeshift blade already dripped with blood, as he’d taken out the two earth ponies only minutes prior. His predatory gaze was fixed on the unicorn stallion, he didn’t know exactly how he’d take his body, but he really really wanted to. His magic fluctuated at the thought, as if agreeing with him.
When the two finished with the tent, they called out for their friends. When they received no reply, the pegasus left to go find them.
Senor Butterscotch watched as she flew above the treetops, and once she’d left the unicorn's sight, he summoned a ring of magic around her throat. His ears perked as he heard her hit the ground, and he tightened his grip.
He checked to make sure the unicorn hadn’t heard the thud, once he confirmed he was in the clear, he began to siphon the pegasus magic as she choked and struggled in his grasp.
It had taken a lot of practice to be able to telekinetically grab things he couldn’t see, but he did so by applying a simple tracking spell to the target.
Once the pegasus’ body was sucked dry of her magic, Senor Butterscotch released her and stepped out of the bushes.
The unicorn saw him and shrieked, taking a few steps back before he tripped over one of their bags and landed on his rump.
He quivered in terror for a moment, as Senor Butterscotch eyed him carefully. He couldn’t stab him, he thought, what if that made it impossible to mold their bodies?
A ring of magenta magic grasped the unicorn's throat, but not tight enough to block his airway. Senor Butterscotch set his sword on the ground as he lifted the struggling unicorn above him, his victim tried to scream but he suddenly tightened his grip, cutting it off.
He took a deep breath and pinned the unicorn’s limbs to his side. Then he lifted himself off the ground until he was eye level with the whimpering stallion. His magic fluctuated as he gritted his teeth, he didn’t know what he was even doing, but the desperate need for a real body was driving the spell as he fed magic into it.
Surely Senor Butterscotch would need to recover for a week after doing this, but it would all be worth it if he got what he wanted.
Both pony and abomination began to glow, it started as a small light from their chests, but then grew to envelope their bodies. The light turned black, like a mini black hole, and the unicorn began desperately trying to scream for help as his nerves were set on fire.
The air warped and cracked around them as Senor Butterscotch brought their body’s closer, and with a great push of magic he pressed himself into the horrified unicorn.
As soon as their hooves made contact, they merged together into a black gunk. At the sight of his body melting into the monster before him, the unicorn finally passed out. Their forelegs merged, then their back legs, then their torsos.
When the two were finally fused all that was left was a bubbling black mass, held aloft by a heavily fluctuating magenta field.
Then, after several seconds of near silence, a golden horn emerged from the darkness. The bubbling goo simmered down as more body parts poked out from it, seemingly seeping into the body as it formed.
There was a meaty thud as Senor Butterscotch hit the ground, his magic fizzling out as it felt like his horn was burning a hole into his brain.
He opened his crimson eyes, surveying his surroundings as he groaned. All he could see was dirt. Startled, he shot up into a sitting position, gasping as he realized he was lying in a small crater that had formed under where he and the unicorn had been floating. The earth buzzed with magic as small flecks of magenta floated lazily in the air.
Hm, I wonder if I’ll be dealing with a living plant problem soon. He thought as he crawled out of the crater.
It took a lot of effort to stand, his legs shaky as he wobbled over to his sword. He tried to lift it, but not even a single spark would emanate from his horn. He groaned, more waiting he supposed.
He looked down at his hooves, they were real all right, no longer junk. Examining himself he found that he had a silver face, with tan ears and a gold horn. His neck was brown with a gold scarf around it, and his pinata body was now a pink and blue cloak draped around his pony body. One foreleg was silver with a brown hoof, and one foreleg was purple with a cyan hoof. One back leg was dark grey with a black hoof, and the other was blue-ish grey with a silver hoof. Finally, a spiky blue mane grew from his head, and he had a fluffy tan tail that came out of a cardboard tube.
So basically, he looked like a ponified version of his original self. Senor Butterscotch rolled his eyes, well that was certainly something.
Then his stomach rumbled, the feeling and sound causing him to jump in fright. After he determined that this must be hunger, he began digging through the campers' supplies.
I hadn’t anticipated gaining pony needs, but I guess that’s the price for a better body. He thought to himself as he lifted a can to eye level. The label read ‘Real, FRESH, carrots’ he decided that was good enough and made to open the can.
His horn did nothing, just sitting atop his head as it cooled off.
Growling, Senor Butterscotch pawed at the can with his hooves. After a moment he tossed the can into the woods out of frustration.
How do earth ponies do anything!? He thought, gritting his teeth.
The light of the setting sun glinted off of his sword, giving him an idea. After retrieving the can and carefully cutting it open with his blade, Senor Butterscotch sat inside the comfy tent as he munched on his very much not fresh carrots.
He couldn’t stop admiring himself, even if he looked like a total freakshow, he felt like an entirely new pony. Well, aside from the rage and hatred, that is. He ran his hood across his foreleg, smiling at the feeling of his soft fur.
When the can was empty, he ventured out of the tent, with the goal of hoarding all of the food into it. The sky was dark now, a mix of deep blues and fading purples as the stars twinkled above.
When the food was gone, Senor Butterscotch left the camp behind. He knew ponies would eventually come looking for the missing campers, and he didn’t want to be there when they did. He figured this because the fusion had left him with the memories of the unicorn, who’d been a performer and had a very loving coltfriend waiting for him at home. Senor Butterscotch felt the love that unicorn had had for his friends and family, but it was second hand. He recognized the feelings and emotions, but they weren’t attached to him, they were not his own.
Back in Maretime Bay, reports of missing ponies had started flooding in. After the Bay Day incident ponies had started to respect Sunny as an alicorn, and thus most of these reports went to her instead of sheriff Hitch.
Sunny let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes as she thought about the events of the past few weeks. It had been a couple of months since magic was restored to Equestria again , and things hadn’t gotten any easier. Sure, ponies had stopped fighting and the magic of friendship was healthy, but a couple of weeks ago she’d started getting reports of missing ponies.
She tried to tell ponies to send these reports to Hitch, but it seemed their newfound trust in her was now a curse. She couldn’t just turn them away when their friends and family were missing ! Her friends had started to worry, and now it was at the point where Hitch would actively follow her around to lead ponies away when they wanted to tell her something.
She appreciated the gesture, but she was worried that she wasn’t being a very good friend. On one hoof, what exactly was she supposed to do about these disappearances? And on the other hoof, wasn’t the whole point of alicorns that they were the protectors of Equestria?
All of the known alicorns in history had been princesses, save for one villain who’d turned herself into an alicorn temporarily. Nightmare Moon didn’t count, she was just an extension of princess Luna.
Zip, playing into her newfound detective role, had been running around all over Maretime Bay looking for clues. Sometimes Sunny wondered if her friends weren’t taking this as seriously as she was. Should she even be taking it seriously? Maybe the missing ponies had just run off to new homes, or something…
“Cheer up Sunny, I know what’ll make you feel better, icecream!” Izzy said, bouncing on her hooves.
“You’re right, ice cream does sound nice,” Sunny said. She gave Izzy a weak smile, and they turned and headed for the ice cream shop.
Before they could get far, however, their ears perked as they heard a mare yelling in the distance.
Sunny looked back, her mouth falling agape as a yellow pegasus ran through town. She was heading toward them; her mane was messy and something red was streaked across her sides. Something was very wrong here.
Sunny gasped as she made a horrifying realization. She knew this mare was a pegasus because she recognized her, Sunflower. Except as she cried for help all that remained of her wings were little bloody stumps.
“S-Sunny?” Izzy squeaked, she stood frozen in fear as she stared wide eyed at the mutilated pony.
“HELP ME!” Sunflower screamed as she ran straight into Sunny, knocking her onto her back.
Sunflower sobbed and shivered as she buried her muzzle into Sunny’s chest, a crowd of ponies with horrified expressions begging to form around the pair.
There was a thud as Izzy hit the ground, having fainted from the sight of Sunflowers gushing wounds.
“Sunflower! What’s wrong, what happened!?” Sunny asked, panicking. She winced as she regretted her words, she knew what was bucking wrong, Sunflower was MISSING her WINGS.
“T-There's a m-monster in th-the woods!” Sunflower stammered; hugging Sunny so tight she felt her back pop.
“What happened to your wings?” Sunny asked, correcting her previous question. She gently wrapped her arms around Sunflower’s back, being extra careful not to touch her wing stumps.
“It RIPPED them OFF!” Sunflower yelled, crying intensely.
“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” Sunny cooed, trying her best to comfort the distraught mare.
“Izzy, can you-” Sunny gasped as she noticed Izzy had fainted. “Oh no, oh no,” Izzy stopped herself before she started to hyperventilate, she took a calming breath and looked around at the crowd.
“Can some unicorns please lift her to the hospital? And g-get Izzy some help too,” Sunny said, fresh tears streaked down her cheeks as she rubbed Sunflower’s back.
By the time a couple of unicorns lifted Sunflower off of Sunny, the poor yellow pegasus had passed out from blood loss.
Far above Maretime Bay, unbeknownst to the ponies below, a pair of crimson eyes watched the scene unfold. Senor Butterscotch grinned as Sunflower and Izzy were lifted away to the hospital, Sunny standing on wobbly legs as ponies crowded around her with questions.
Oh, how much chaos he’d just caused. He felt something dark fluctuate within him at that specific word, and at that moment he felt like being a bit more chaotic.
He was holding himself among the clouds using telekinesis, something he could only dream of doing all those months ago. But now, he felt like a god as dark magic crackled around him.
Sunny had just gotten away from the crowd, her heart beating a mile a minute as she desperately tried to calm down.
What the BUCK just happened!? She thought. Sunny had never been fond of cursing, her dad had taught her that it was inappropriate, but right now she couldn’t find it in her to care.
She had never once seen an injury that bad, hell she’d never even seen blood before! Ponies just, DIDN’T get hurt! That kind’ve thing just DIDN’T happen in Equestria!
Just as Sunny was starting to calm down, something fat and furry fell from the sky and splattered right in front of her. She screamed and backed away, her rump pressing against the brick building. It was a rabbit, or well it had been, now it was mostly red pulp on the sidewalk.
Sunny screamed again as another one hit the ground just inches from her, she bolted out of the alley she’d been hiding in and bore witness to a horrible sight. Rabbits were falling from the sky left and right, painting the streets red as they fell like rain.
One hit a stallion right in the head, caving his horn into his skull and killing him instantly.
Soon a malicious laughter filled the air, catching the attention of everypony as they were momentarily distracted from the chaos.
Oddly, it hadn’t come from Senor Butterscotch, so his ears perked as they tried to figure out where the sound was coming from.
Then he felt that dark energy fluctuate within him again, and he gasped as a light suddenly flashed from his chest. He peeked one eye open, and realized he was no longer using his magic.
Instead, rabbits continued to fall from the sky without his aid, and now he was staying aloft via two black pegasus wings.
What!? He thought. He didn’t WANT them, and just like that they were gone! He blinked, yet he found that even with them gone he was still stuck in place.
Use this power well, for you are now the new Spirit of Chaos. If you don’t continue being chaotic, you will fade away just like the last.
Senor Butterscotch cringed at the booming voice, this time it had emanated from his very soul. After a moment he looked back down at Maretime Bay. Sunny had managed to summon her alicorn powers and was using her magic to shield a group of ponies as she led them into a building.
Spirit of Chaos, huh? He thought, a grin spread across his muzzle.
With a flick of his hoof, the bunnies were replaced with knives. Now that was better, instead of running around avoiding falling rabbits, ponies were now being impaled several times each by glinting blades.
His eyes went wide, his pupils turning to pinpricks as he descended on the town. Illuminating his horn, he found that his magical well was now endless, he had no idea what he’d done to get this new power, but he certainly knew how to use it!
Just for show he resummoned the black wings, this time larger. He slammed into the ground, his hooves cracking the pavement as he lifted his gaze.
His eyes met a unicorn mare, who shrieked as he telekinetically lifted her into the air. The scream caught Sunny’s attention, and she turned around just in time to see the mare pop like a balloon. Her blood and organs painted the ground, and Sunny, red.
Sunny’s breath started to come out in little shutters as she looked down at herself, her eyes widening as far as they could as she saw and felt the warm red liquid dripping from her pelt.
Senor Butterscotch let out a maniacal giggle, which then turned into a boisterous laughter as Sunny’s eyes trailed back up to him.
Sunny sniffled once, then she aimed her glowing horn toward him and out bursted a wave of pure alicorn magic.
The rainbow blast sent Senor Butterscotch flying across Maretime Bay, until he finally came to a crashing stop through the roof of a building. He groaned, blood trickling from his nose.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled himself from the rubble, and he noticed a dozen sets of eyes watching him. Without a care he liquified several of the ponies, still absorbing their magic even though he didn’t need to.
Senor Butterscotch walked out of the now blazing bakery, ignoring the screams from within. Normally he’d take a lot of joy in killing those ponies slowly, but right now he was trying to figure out what the buck had happened.
On the other side of town, Sunny panted as she stared wide eyed at the fading flecks of magic.
“Sunny!” Hitch said as he ran up to her. “What’s going on? And how did you DO that?”
“I don’t know,” Sunny said.
She swallowed, standing up straight as she looked around. The knives had stopped falling, yet an uncountable number of bodies lay in the streets. Pain spread through Sunny’s heart, and she sobbed.
“Was that alicorn magic?” Hitch asked as he pulled Sunny into a hug, rubbing her back with a hoof.
“I don’t know , I saw that monster and I just reacted on instinct!” Sunny buried her face in his strong shoulder, nuzzling it as she tried to steady her breathing.
“Oh, Hitch, it’s horrible! So many dead ponies, so much destruction,” Her voice wavered as she spoke.
“It’s okay, shh, it’s okay. It’s over, you saved everypony,” Hitch said, closing his eyes.
“Sunny!” Said a high-pitched voice.
Sunny looked up just in time to see Izzy bounding up to them, she looked fine aside from the bandage wrapped around her ear.
“Izzy! I’m glad you’re okay,” Sunny grabbed Izzy and pulled her into a tight hug.
“I saw that sparkly blast of magic, that was so cool how you vanquished that monster!” Izzy said, giggling as she hugged Sunny back.
Ponies started poking their heads out of buildings, a quiet murmur growing as the citizens of Maretime Bay bear witness to the carnage. That was, until a colorful blur shot down from the sky. This time, the impact of his hooves caused a mini crater where he landed.
The three friends looked up in horror, and Senor Butterscotch snarled at Sunny. But then he noticed a flash of lavender next to her, and for the first time in many months he saw Izzy Moonbow.
His ears focused on Izzy, blocking out the screams as she became his whole world. His lips pulled back, revealing jagged teeth as a fire lit in his chest.
Izzy took a step back, her ears flattening against her skull.
“Izzy~” Senor Butterscotch purred.
Sunny looked back and forth between her best friend and the monster. Izzy looked at him fearfully for a moment, then she squinted. Slowly, her eyes widened, her jaw dropping as she let out a breath.
“Izzy ,” He said, more firmly this time. He took a step forward, but leapt back when a rainbow beam shot at his hooves.
“Stack back!” Sunny said, spreading her luminescent wings as she stood in front of Izzy and Hitch.
“Senor Butterscotch ?” Izzy asked, her voice but a whisper.
Sunny looked back at Izzy, a confused look on her face. Then she looked back at the monster, then back at Izzy. “Izzy, you know this creature?” She asked.
Izzy gulped. “I- I think I made him…”
“What?” Sunny asked, her pupils shrinking.
“Oh, you made me alright, Izzy~ You made me, and then you discarded me like trash. It didn’t matter how much I begged and pleaded to be let out of that closet, you locked me up and threw away the key,” He clenched his teeth. “Literally .”
“Y-You started t-talking to me, I g-got scared!” Izzy said as she started to tremble. “D-Dolls aren’t s-supposed to t-talk.”
“Do I LOOK like a DOLL to you?”
“You were m-made of junk! I m-made you out of random th-things I found around the Brighthouse!”
“YOU sure didn’t think I was JUNK when you made me! You used me for a day of fun , and then you discarded me like I was NOTHING!” He stomped a hoof on the ground, cracking the already destroyed rubble.
“Why are you doing this?” She asked, tears pricking at her eyes. “I c-cared about you! Don’t you h-have anypony you care about?”
He thought about Ruby eyes, then red hot rage bubbled up inside him. “I cared about YOU!” He screamed, firing a beam of magic at the trio.
Sunny blocked it with a forcefield, she only let it drop when it looked like he wouldn’t attack again.
Izzy broke down crying, she curled up in a little ball behind Sunny and hid her face in her hooves. Hitch kneeled down to comfort her, but kept his eyes trained on Senor Butterscotch.
“What are you?” Sunny asked, glaring at the abomination before her.
“Well, like Izzy said I was originally like a ‘doll’ that she made to replace you ponies. By the way, some friends you are, ignoring and abandoning your so-called friend when she needs you,” He spat, then continued. “But I was cursed with life, I don’t know how, nor do I care. I strengthened my magic until I was able to escape, then I found a nice unicorn in the woods and merged my body with his.”
“The broom closet,” Sunny gasped.
“And just earlier, I was informed by some kind of ghost that I am now the Spirit of Chaos ,” He finished, giving Sunny an unnerving grin.
Sunny mouthed the words, then her eyes widened. “Discord was the Spirit of Chaos, he needed chaos to live , so he unfortunately died when Equestria lost its magic…”
“That sounds about right, the ghost did say I’d ‘fade away’ if I stopped causing chaos,” He said as he floated idly just above the ground, his wings unmoving.
She fixed him with a stern look. “When the princesses first fought Discord, they turned him into stone for a thousand years. When he returned and tried to reclaim Equestria, Twilight Sparkle and the mane six turned him to stone with the Elements of Harmony,” She said.
Senor Butterscotch gave her an odd look. “And? You don’t have the Elements of Harmony, so I’ve won.”
Sunny took a deep breath, then another, the fire returning to her chest. Suddenly she lowered her head, her horn sparked to life, and she shot another beam at him. He yelped and jumped out of the way.
“Oh buck no! I’m not getting sent across town… Again…” He landed with a clack of his hooves, all except one. The thud of stone against concrete made his ears perk, and he looked down.
Sure enough, one of his back legs had been turned to stone. It was the one that had been blue-ish grey with a silver hoof, so visually it looked almost the same. But physically , he was numb from the thigh down.
Senor Butterscotch looked up with a gulp, just in time to see Sunny lighting up her horn again. He managed to teleport away just in time to avoid her fire.
“No!” Sunny yelled, stomping a hoof when she saw that he’d escaped. “We need to search everywhere ! He’s extremely dangerous and we can’t let him hurt anypony else!” She said to her friends, who nodded.
“He’s probably going to need some time to adjust to the stone leg, so we might be able to find him on time!” She said.
Sunny told Izzy and Hitch to gather Zip and Pip, after they left, she made sure everypony in hiding was okay. Then she rallied together several groups of ponies, intent on tracking down Senor Butterscotch and disposing of him.
Meanwhile, Senor Butterscotch found himself in a familiar cave. His breaths came out ragged and heavy, soon the stench of urine filled his nostrils.
“Buck that stuck up little-” He stomped his hoof on the ground, then began marching back and forth. “And BUCK this stupid pony body, you’d think the Spirit of Chaos wouldn’t wet himself in the face of danger!”
After a moment he gathered his wits enough to calm down. He took a deep breath, then immediately regretted it as she started choking.
“Okay, step one, clean myself up. Step two, run . Step three,” On the third step, he paused, looking up at the ceiling. “Why am I talking to myself?”
He shook his head, reminding himself to focus. Once he had a sensible plan, he stepped outside the cave. The golden rays of the setting sun showed through the trees, casting long ghastly shadows over him. Well, that was certainly unnerving.
It didn’t take much effort to teleport to the lake, he did end up right under the waterfall though. Oh well, at least he already felt cleaner.
After spending a couple of minutes grooming himself, he waded through the water until he reached the edge. After that he had a good long shake, then he teleported to the place he believed was the farthest from Maretime Bay: The campsite. It wasn’t that far from the cave, but the more used trails were in the opposite direction.
He looked at it, forlorn. The supplies looked like it’d been rifled through by a couple of bears, and the tent was half collapsed with holes in the sides. Well, that marked this place off the list of resting areas.
For some reason, Senor Butterscotch felt nostalgic for the day he’d killed those campers. How long ago was that now? Two months? It had been three months since T.U.E.S. Day, at least he thought that was true. Time was still difficult for him.
He suddenly remembered his sword! He’d dropped it somewhere when he learned to levitate himself, he’d been so excited that he’d forgotten about it entirely. He frowned, where had that been? Then he got an idea, he closed his eyes and pictured his sword.
Poof! It appeared, he was almost overjoyed, until he noticed how neat the blade was. It was still made out of stone, but his sword’s blade had all kinds of nicks and scratches. This was not his sword, it was a replica, buck . He de-summoned the fake, deciding that he needed to find his sword before he left.
While searching for his sword, he kept his eyes and ears alert for danger. He hated that he now feared Sunny Starscout, but he really didn’t wanna get turned to stone.
His ears swiveled to the left and he froze, two feminine voices could be heard in the distance. He lowered himself in the brush, staying completely still as they approached.
“I told you we were lost, now the suns gone down and we’re still not at the campsite!” One pony said, who was decidedly not Sunny.
“We’re not lost! We’re just, um, taking a shortcut,” Said the other, who was also not Sunny.
He lit his horn, preparing to attack. Ruby eyes . His magic fizzled out as he became uncomfortably aware of his stone leg, and how much he could not feel it.
“What was that?” The first voice asked, both mares stopping.
Buck. He thought to himself.
“Hello? Is anypony out there?” The second asked, he could tell she was facing his direction now.
Senor Butterscotch took a slow, deep breath. Then an idea crossed his mind, and he smirked. He stood from the bushes, and casually trotted out onto the trail.
The two mares gasped when they saw him, both taking a couple of steps back.
His horn alit before they could react, but instead of violently murdering them, he merely turned their manes green .
The two friends looked at each other, then they looked at themselves. They both screamed in unison, running back the way they came with their ears pulled back and their green tails tucked between their legs.
Senor Butterscotch snickered, then he started giggling, then he burst out laughing. He felt his magic fluctuate, and his ears perked. So that’s chaos magic, hm.
“Could I do anything?” He wondered aloud, his crimson eyes trailing up to the twinkling stars above.
Of all the things Sunny Starscout had expected, little candy stars raining from the sky was not one of them.
She eeped and whinnied as she hopped around trying to avoid them, beside her Izzy was giggling and catching them in her mouth.
"What is happening?" Sunny asked, giving one of the stars a taste to confirm that they were indeed candy.
"I dunno, but I can't complain about candy falling from the sky!" Izzy responded.
“Candy doesn’t just fall from the sky!” Then, Sunny gasped. “It must be the work of Butterscotch! He did say he’s the new spirit of chaos.”
“Senor Butterscotch,” Izzy pointed out, though her enthusiasm had died at the mention of his name.
“This must be a distraction so he can escape, he’s gotta be nearby!” Sunny said, then she gestured for Izzy to follow her as she bolted ahead.
Sunny’s alicorn magic had gone away shortly after Senor Butterscotch’s escape, and she hadn’t been able to re-summon it since. She didn’t know why her magic was finicky like this, from what was documented it seemed like the alicorns of the past had solid wings and horns.
Sure enough, not too far ahead, Senor Butterscotch was marching through the brush. Something glinted in the moonlight, catching his eye. He turned to face it, and then with a growing grin he levitated his sword out of a bush.
“Aha!” He said, admiring the shitty makeshift weapon.
“AHA!” Yelled a familiar voice, right before a weak beam of magic shot out of the tree’s and in his direction.
He didn’t even have to teleport to avoid it, since Sunny Starscout still wasn’t very good at magic.
The little orange pony jumped out of the woods and landed so hard her hooves dug into the dirt, her golden luminescent wings spread as she charged up her fake horn once more.
Maybe her magic was controlled by emotion? Who knew, but this was the second time it had appeared in the face of danger.
“Senor Butterscotch!” Sunny yelled, glaring at him with a fire burning in her eyes. “It is time for you to PAY !” And then she went flying backwards from the force of the last word.
Senor Butterscotch only blinked in confusion, he stood stalk still, his sword levitating at his side, as he waited for Sunny to get up.
Sunny hopped out of the bushes once again, this time it was a lot less dramatic.
“What??” She snapped when she noticed his look, she really hadn’t expected her voice to suddenly boom and echo like that.
“Is that one of your ‘alicorn powers’?” Senor Butterscotch asked as he slowly stepped backwards.
“I don’t know!” Sunny said, she huffed, then she lit up her horn.
A blast of magic shot out of her horn and directly toward him, though he dodged it and even successfully deflected the beam with his sword. It bounced back at Sunny and she eeped as it hit her, however she was relieved to find that it had no effect.
Sunny grabbed him with her telekinesis, and she aimed her horn at him once again. Senor Butterscotch grit his teeth, before teleporting out of her grasp just in time to avoid her attack.
“Where did you go!?” Sunny yelled, now enraged. She stomped her hoof as she twirled around, not willing to just give up and let this monster escape again.
There was a flash above her, and when she looked up her vision was suddenly overcome with frosting. Sunny stood from the mess of goop that now covered her, she wiped it away and was dumbfounded to find that it was cake.
The bastard had dropped a cake on her.
Sunny fought the urge to taste said cake as she heard snickering, she glared to her left where Senor Butterscotch was perched on a tree branch.
“You aren’t taking this seriously!” Sunny said, pointing her hoof at him.
“You’re taking this way too seriously,” He said, giving her a sharp-toothed grin.
“You have killed COUNTLESS ponies and tortured MANY more!” Sunny said, her voice cracking as tears returned to her eyes.
She struggled to climb out of the pile of cake, before she gave herself a good shake. Not once did she remove her glare from Senor Butterscotch.
“You ponies deserve it after what you did to me, is locking an innocent being in a closet for months not considered torture?” He returned her glare.
“Izzy already told you that she didn’t KNOW you were alive!”
Several feet away, Izzy hid in the bushes as she listened to the conversation. She hiccupped softly, holding her hoof to her mouth as she tried to remain quiet.
“That’s not true!” Senor Butterscotch said, he hopped down from the tree and landed across from Sunny. “She locked me up because I was alive! She was ‘scared’ that I’d started talking to her, but I’d been talking to her all day! I was just whispering before because I was weak!” He snarled.
“THAT DOESN’T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO MURDER PONIES!” Sunny quickly lit up her horn and sent a massive beam of magic toward him.
Senor Butterscotch teleported away, re-appearing behind Sunny. He looked up and his jaw dropped, her magic had dug a burning crater in the ground, several tree’s having been reduced to smoldering stumps.
“I think that’s my cue to leave,” He said.
Sunny whipped around just in time to see him teleport again, except this time she could not find him no matter where she looked.
“NO! COME BACK! COME BACK YOU DEMON!” Sunny sobbed, her shoulders trembling as she fell onto her rump.
Izzy finally left her hiding place, running up to Sunny and wrapping her in a big hug.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Izzy gasped as tears streamed down her cheeks.
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault! You didn’t d-do anything wrong,” Sunny said, she wrapped her arms around Izzy and pulled her into a comforting embrace.
Senor Butterscotch was not seen again after that. Sunny and her friends, along with several other search parties, conducted a thorough search of the woodlands, but they didn’t find any trace of him. They found many corpses littering the woods, some rotting and some fresh, all of which matched the missing ponies' posters that had been set up around Maretime Bay.
It was heartbreaking, Sunny had never seen Maretime Bay so desolate before. How could something like this even happen? Sunny scoured through many old books and all of her notes for some idea of what had given Senor Butterscotch life, but she hadn’t been able to find anything useful.
The only thing she could find was about unicorns purposefully bringing inanimate objects to life, but Izzy swore up and down that she had not intended to do that.
Sunny didn’t blame her, and although she suspected that Izzy had really wanted her made up friend to be alive –considering he was literally made to replace their friend group– she couldn’t bring herself to interrogate Izzy further.
Possibly the worst thing, aside from the deaths, was that the three tribes had only just started to accept each other. But now? Earth ponies and pegasi were terrified of unicorns, some even went so far as to spread rumors that unicorns were planning to take over Equestria with living inanimate objects.
All of that hard work, all of Sunny’s effort to get the three tribes to be friendly, it was all gone. The unity crystal’s flickered occasionally, just like they’d done many months ago during Maretime Bay Day.
Ponies who had previously started to treat Sunny like a leader now gave her a wide berth, and she hadn’t received a single report since the day of Senor Butterscotch’s attack. They just didn’t trust her anymore; it didn’t help that her alicorn magic was acting even crazier now.
The least Sunny could do was keep ponies from harassing Izzy. She made several public announcements that Izzy had nothing to do with Senor Butterscotch, but plenty of ponies had been there when he’d confronted her.
It didn’t take long for word to spread to the other towns and cities of Equestria. One of these towns, a tiny little place that was the closest town to Maretime Bay, had even begun to experience their own little tragedies. Though, these tragedies were a bit different.
A cream-colored mare screamed in terror as streaks of red coated her forelegs, several other ponies crying out and running away from her as she begun to sob.
“My beautiful coat!” She cried, lifting one one of her hooves from the giant cherry pie that had just randomly appeared beneath her.
A pair of crimson eyes watched her from the window of a sweets shop, tan ears perking under a black hood as the pony listened to a confused yell from the kitchen.
“Now where did that pie go!?” The baker pony asked as he darted into the main area, he gasped as he saw the mare outside, then he burst out of the shop to confront her.
The mysterious hooded pony grinned as he watched the affair, levitating a donut to his muzzle with magenta magic.
Oh, how I love chaos.
Author's Note
I don't know what inspired this concept, I watched the T.U.E.S. day episode and decided to be weird. There will be a sequel
Senor Butterscotch really started to regret his decision a few hours later, when he suddenly had to go to the bathroom. Eating a couple days' worth of food in only a few hours was not a good idea, apparently.
Oh well, at least now he could be out in the rain without worrying about falling apart. Speaking of rain, there has been a lot of that lately. One day there had even been a terrible storm, and for a short period of time Senor Butterscotch had found he couldn’t use his magic.
But the storm had dissipated almost as soon as it had begun, and a wave of new magical energy had flown throughout the land.
When Senor Butterscotch’s magic well was replenished once more, he found that it had grown about half its original size. Such a leap in strength was impossible, considering he hadn’t been practicing. He realized it was the unicorn’s well that had merely fused with his own, when he found he knew a few more spells that he hadn’t before.
He could now make bunnies appear out of nowhere, summon random costumes onto his body, and he had in-depth knowledge on the art of juggling.
So basically, nothing useful. Oh well, at least he could drain the life from the bunnies.
Senor Butterscotch levitated his sword around as he walked idly through the forest. He slashed randomly at tree branches and bushes, glad to be able to wield his sword once again.
He suddenly stopped as he heard voices in the distance, it sounded like a small group of ponies all calling out for names he didn’t recognize. A search party, he realized, and he silently trotted forward to get a better look.
Peeking around a tree he saw two unicorns and four earth ponies. He recognized a few of them, the yellow unicorn was the coltfriend of the one he’d merged with.
Senor Butterscotch smirked as he got an idea. He backed away, making sure to rustle the bushes a bit with his sword.
The group stopped and looked in his direction, but they wouldn’t be able to see him due to the thick foliage. One of the earth ponies said something in the sky, and Senor Butterscotch realized there must be a pegasus hovering just out of sight.
“Hello?” He called out weakly and was pleased when he found he could do a perfect impression of his unicorn’s voice.
The yellow unicorn’s ears perked, and he gasped, he tentatively stepped through the bushes as he looked around.
Senor Butterscotch made sure to stay out of sight. “Starry?” He asked innocently, digging into his memories for the unicorn’s name.
“Hat? Is that you?” Starry croaked, tears falling from his eyes. “Where are you?” He asked, desperately searching for his coltfriend.
“I’m hurt,” Senor Butterscotch murmured in Hat’s voice, grinning as Stary looked alarmed.
“Hat? Where are you?” Starry called out as he wandered further away from his group.
“Magic Hat?” He asked, stopping as he saw a figure shrouded in darkness.
“M-” Starry’s voice was cut off as a ring of magenta suddenly choked him.
Senor Butterscotch relaxed amongst the bushes as he siphoned Starry’s magic, his horn tingling pleasurably as his magical well grew in size once more.
He gently laid Starry’s body on the ground, hiding it from sight as he heard his friends calling for him.
Then he screamed.
The effect was instant as he heard hooves thudding in his general direction, he hid behind a large tree as the other ponies yelled for their two friends.
Senor Butterscotch backed away from the scene, careful not to stumble on anything as he circled the group of unknowing ponies.
He grabbed the earth pony at the back of the group with his magic, swiftly pulling her into the darkness. Nopony noticed her absence as he sucked her dry of her life force, when he was done, he hid her body in the same way.
His ears perked as he heard wing beats, and he watched in awe as the illusive pegasus joined her friends on the ground.
She was beautiful, with a jet-black coat and a long white mane. Her primary feathers were red, which matched her eyes... That’s when he felt a new emotion overtake him, his cheeks flushed as he watched the cute pegasus frantically search for her missing friends.
His rump backed into a tree, knocking him out of his stupor. He shook his head and rid himself of such thoughts, now that was a feeling he never wanted to experience again. She would be next, he didn’t know how, but she would be next!
Senor Butterscotch crept closer once more, steadying his beating heart with a breath. He eyed the pegasus carefully, and just as she was about to take off, he lit his horn.
Suddenly a dozen bunnies came scampering from the bushes, confusing and startling the five ponies. While they were distracted, Senor Butterscotch grabbed the pegasus by her throat and yanked her off the path.
He pinned her to the ground, fury burning in his eyes as he began to siphon her magic. However, before he could take much, she looked up at him. Silently pleading with her big ruby eyes.
His magic faltered as he blushed, but right before she could scream, he suddenly clamped his magic around her neck again.
He grit his teeth as a fiery hate grew within him, how dare this harlot tempt him! The pegasus' mascara smeared as tears ran down her cheeks, her body jerking and spasming as her lungs fought for breath. He watched eagerly as her eyes rolled up into her skull, the magic ring so tight on her neck that it began to cut through her soft flesh.
Only then did Senor Butterscotch siphon her magic, it was quick and clumsy, seeing as how most of his power was being put into choking her.
As her eyes greyed there was a sickening wet pop, and her head was severed clean off. He let out a shaky breath as his magic fizzled out, he hadn’t used very much, but the tension of the scene had taken a lot out of him.
Senor Butterscotch lifted the head to eye level, smirking as her dull eyes grew glossy. Then, he carelessly threw the head toward the trail. It slammed into the unicorn’s horn, knocking her out as the three earth ponies screamed in horror.
Before they could react, Senor Butterscotch shot out of the bushes. He grabbed the unconscious unicorn and twirled her body around, smacking it into two of his opponents. The third hopped out of the way just in time, she scraped her hoof in the dirt, then charged at him.
The drained body of her unicorn friend slammed into her again, just as one the cyan earth pony stood. The purple one was hunched over her foreleg, whimpering each time she tried to move it.
The one that had tried to attack him was now unconscious on the dirt path. He grabbed the purple pony and lifted her into the air, while the cyan one looked up in shock.
“How-” He stammered, but he was cut off by a magenta field appearing around him as well.
With sadistic glee, Senor Butterscotch slammed their bodies together. The purple pony writhed in pain as her broken leg was caught in between the impact, and then he did it again. He slammed the two earth ponies' bodies together again and again as hard as he could, all while sucking the life from their bodies.
After a moment of gross crunching as their bodies impacted each other, both of their fronts broke open with one final slam. Their rib cages impaled each other, and their lifeless bodies were dropped to the dirt, this is what the last earth pony saw as she regained consciousness.
She screamed and shot to her hooves, vomiting as the image of her two friends bloodily merged was burned into her brain. Her green eyes trailed up to the blood-soaked monster, a wicked grin splitting his face as his pin-prick eyes watched her.
“Why!?” She cried, shivering as she tried not to look at the carnage around her.
A greyed-out unicorn here, a severed pegasus head there, two earth ponies made into one in between her and him . The little red earth pony began to hyperventilate as her vision focused on the demon. He took one step closer; she froze in fear, he took another step.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of staring, the earth pony fainted from stress. Senor Butterscotch hummed merrily as he siphoned her magic. Something interesting he’d noticed was that after the day of the great storm, earth pony magic had been more potent than it was before. It used to be the weakest of the three tribes, but after that strange day the three were equal.
Strange, maybe Izzy and her friends had something to do with it. Sunny was an alicorn, wasn’t she? Izzy had told him all about that when they’d first met.
Several days after slaughtering the group of seven, Senor Butterscotch was made aware of yet another pony need. He stank . It hadn’t rained in over a week, not since the great storm that gave earth ponies stronger magic.
Living out in the wilderness, combined with dry blood made, made a mighty stench that could be smelt a mile away. So, begrudgingly, he’d been forced to waste precious time finding a lake.
“I hate ponies,” He said as he sat under a small waterfall, the roaring crashing waves so loud they drowned out his own thoughts.
Oh well, it was the best he had. He’d tried to scrub the blood out with his hooves, but that proved futile quickly. He watched curiously as the red water flowed downstream and into the wide sparkling lake.
If animals drank that, would they grow a taste for pony flesh and attack Maretime Bay? Now that was a show he’d like to see.
Once he was cleansed of the muck in his fur he left the waterfall, his stomach rumbling as he realized it’d been a few days since he’d eaten. Great. How was he ever supposed to get revenge on Izzy if these dumb pony needs kept popping up one after the other!?
It took forever to encounter more ponies, and by the time he was done with them his magical well was the size of a dozen ponies combined. That was enough to raise a small celestial body! Senor Butterscotch didn’t know that, of course. But he certainly was pleased with himself when he lifted three hikers up and siphoned their magic all at once.
