“Today, I feel like going outside and enjoying the fresh air. Maybe I could trot through the park and have a happy festive fun time, or go to the shops and mingle with the commoners. Or maybe… I could go and visit my parents and have a nice little meal with them. Shit, the candle is running low, let me go and get another one. Why am I writing out my thoughts in the first place? Anyway. Or maybe…”
“For Bucks Sake!” The author screamed as the ink from his ink pot dribbled onto the paper.
Now I’m going to have to clean it all up.
He grumbled as he trotted into his compact kitchen. He put his forelegs on the counter and pulled a couple of sheets of paper . He walked back to his dimly lit room and began to mop up the split ink.
“Bucking ink pots.” He growled, lifting the ink pot back up with his mouth.
The next bucking day.
“Hoof, Sharp Hoof, that’s my name!” He sang, jumping from his bed.
“ I woke up this morning, got out of my bed,
Looked in the mirror,
And I got myself dressed,
With a new day before me,
And plenty in store,
Let’s go murder some po-oh-nies,
Let’s murder some ponies!”
He skipped down the stairs and pushed the front door up. He breathed in the fresh, cool air deeply and sighed, relaxing his muscles. He trotted down the road to Twilights library, exchanging friendly waves and hellos as he did so.
He knocked on the door before pushing it open.
“Hello Twilight! I’m here to pick up Spike!” He called out, looking around at the magnificent library.
Twilight emerged at the top of the stairs. Her horn began to glow and she disappeared momentarily before reappearing at the bottom on the stairs. He face was serious for a few seconds before you broke into a smile.
“Spike! Sharp is here!” She called out.
The Purple and green baby dragon opened a door and jogged towards her.
“Hey Sharp!” He said, waving a clawed hand in Sharp’s face.
“Hey, Spike, how you doing?” He asked, lifting Spike off the ground by the tail and placing him on his back.
Sharp turned to the door and trotted out, Spike sitting on his back.
“Be back before it’s dark!” Twilight called after them as she magically closed the door with her magic.
A field in the middle of bucking nowhere.
“Urmmm, Sharp, where are we going.” Spike asked nervously as Sharp paused and bent his head down.
Sharp gripped a rope between his teeth and lifted up a trapdoor.
“To my… Gallery.” He replied.
He trotted down the stairs. The door fell shut. The room was lit by about Six candles, illuminating the room. Spike looked around in shock.
“This… place is… amazing!” Spike cried out, jumping off Sharp’s back.
“I knew you would like it.” He replied, walking towards a workbench in the corner of the room.
The entire room was covered in paints and the works of Rarity. Spike, circled the room, rubbing and sniffing the dresses that lined the roomed.
“She gave you all of this when she suddenly left town?” Spike questioned.
“Yeah, she knew I was very into fashion and said she would appreciate it if somepony with such great taste, like myself, would look after them.”
“You’re so lucky!” Spike called out.
Sharp pulled a knife and a meat cleaver off the bench as well as a spoon. Sharp picked up a rope in his mouth and approached Spike.
“Spike… hold still.” Sharp whispered, Spike clearly didn’t hear him but stayed still.
“Ahh! I remember when Rarity made this dress! It’s one of my favourites!” He said, taking hold of the material.
Within seconds, Spikes legs were tied together and his hands were bound behind his back. Sharp shoved a sock in Spikes mouth which caused him to choke and cough viciously. He mouth became dry quickly and he heart began to throb violently. Sweat dribbled down his forehead and stung his eyes.
Sharp, with a grown erection, lifted Spike up and dropped him on the workbench. His member was fully erect and throbbing violently. His eyes were red and bloodshot as he dropped the metal tools next to Spikes head. He repositioned Spike so that his stomach as pointed directly at him. He lifted the knife and began the cut Spikes arm. He slid the knife gracefully across his scaly body, ripping his skin slightly, causing thing lines of blood to dribble out of this arm. Sharp was a master with sharp objects and carefully carved the skin on Spikes arms, careful to hit an artery.
Judging by his size and body weight he’ll pass out from the pain soon. Sharp thought to himself as he continued his course around Spikes body. Sharp moaned loudly as tears dribbled from Spike’s eyes.
He moved onto his next arm, removing the skin from his body. Spike’s screams where muffled by the sock that had completely dried his mouth. Sharp’s knife dipped deeper into his skin, removing larger chunks of his skin.
Spike passed out soon after he saw his left hand being severed him his body.
Spike opened an eye, allowing the crust from his eye lashes to fall to the ground. He was still in the room. His eyes widened as he looked at his arms. They were completely bandaged, not a drop of blood visible on the white linen cloth. He screamed into the sock as he saw his left hand wasn’t attached to his body. Tears tumbled down the side of his face. Sharp was in a small room at the back of the horrific hideout.
Sharp turned towards Spikes trembling body and he trotted back over to him. He was wearing a white lab coat with a lamp strapped to his head. He wore a mask over his mouth and his eyes grew wide with glee as he bent over and examined Spike. He shone the light into his eyes. Spike winced at the sudden light and attempted to clamp his eyes shut. Sharp leaned over Spike and picked up a hammer and four nails.
“Now, Spike, you can open your eyes or I can hammer nails into your forehead to keep them open.” He said impatiently.
Spike panicked and opened his eyes quickly.
“Good.” Sharp mused.
He reached for the spoon and a short, sharp knife which he spun around in his hoof masterfully.
He smiled at Spike and lowered the knife to his lower eyelid. Spike began to sweat again and he stared into Sharps violent eyes. The knife dug into his lower eyelid, slicing the soft, tender skin of his face. Spike yelled out in pain as Sharp dug the knife deeper into his eyelid. He began to carve an arc under Spike’s eye and the tender skin dropped away from his eye.
“St… Ple…se!” Spike managed to beg through the sock.
Sharp shook his head slowly.
“Now Spike, I must apologise, I cannot stop. You see, my… father was an… incredible unicorn many years ago. You see, we didn’t really get on too well, he used to… hurt me, a lot, too much. He nearly killed me many times. Eventually, inflicting pain upon a small colt didn’t… please him enough. So…” Sharp swallowed hard, remembering the tragic events of his colthood. “He… cursed me. He put a curse on me that meant I couldn’t ejaculate. The only way I could, was by causing others pain. You see, I became a sadist after that, you know what a sadist is; somepony who obtains pleasure from inflicting pain on others. It was my only form of pleasure. I was a perfectionist, as well. I enjoy keeping the remains of my targets. Now then, I think we should continue.”
He began to remove Spike’s over eyelid.
“I must say, you’re doing pretty well. Rarity didn’t last this long.” He said, with genuine respect.
The skin of his over eyelid fell to the floor. He moaned with pleasure as Spike’s body began to quake with fear and pain. Sharp lifted the spoon and began to remove Spike’s left eye. He began to scoop Spike’s left eye out, and with the knife, he sliced the Optic Nerve. His eye tumbled onto the spoon. He repeated the steps with his right eye.
Spike screamed into the sock and passed out from the pain. Sharp came quickly after the second eye was removed and he growled with pleasure. He dumped both eyes into a pot and began to operate on them both. He cut a cube into the back of his eye and flicked it open. He moved the Knife around his eye, cutting the sclera and examining his yellow spot.
“Let’s see… I need some more lenses.” He mumbled to himself and he turned both eyeballs around. He quickly removed the aqueous humour and carefully and skilfully removed the lens. He dropped both lenses into a pot filled with other lenses. He walked other to Spike’s unconscious body and sighed before raising the butchers nice and amputating Spike’s head from his neck. He turned and trotted to the room he was in and flicked a light switch. The room was filled with various pelts from various ponies he had murdered and tortured over the years. He had labelled each hook with names. Spike’s hook was empty. Next to Spike’s hook the albino white coat of Rarity.
“Well, Spike, you’ll be next to Rarity… forever.” He whispered as he returned to the mutilated body of Spike. He began to skin Spike carefully.
“No one will ever know.”
A horrible little One-Shot. If you haven't already read it... http://www.fimfiction.net/story/57891/PewDiePie-vs-Toby-In-Equestria#comment/1685515 My greatest piece.
