The Tales of Insanity

by xCrossx

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Dark, Random
Length: 420

Insanity controls ponies who don't know Friendship.

Ponies. There are those who study, those who showoff, those who party, those who work, those who care, and those who dress-up. Friendship unites each of them together.

But what if Friendship missed a pony? Or a dozen? What would happen to them? Would they play twisted games? Would they go on a rampage? Would they- Would they be claimed by Insanity?

These are the tales of such ponies, lost to Friendship but in the hooves of Insanity. These are the tales of murderous, crazy, strange ponies. But, be warned, you may be disturbed by what you learn exists in the land of Magic and Friendship.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-03 15:20:56 UTC

Madness

He walks around the chair, a pony tied down to it and gagged, in the darkness. He grins at the scared pony, eyes wide, speaking of the madness contained under his skill. His is frazzled, obviously uncontrolled while his face is scrunched in madness. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he begins a monologue with his victim.

"You are afraid," he starts with scary charm. "You have every right to be." Smiles at victim. "You are in a dark room, tied down, unable to scream. With a pony like me." Chuckles. "Ponies like me are what you fear in the shadows; we are your boogiemares." Turns around, back to victim. "And there aren't many of us." Soft whisper, only a roar in the silence of the blackened room.

"Oh, my name is Cross, and Insanity is my game." Spins around and grins insanely at victim. "The things I will do, the pain and horror and dread you will feel!" Gleeful cackle. "This will be so much fun! Yes!" Face-in-face, wretched breath on face, grin still on face. "You and I will have great fun! It will be the most fun you and I have ever had." Pulls back and bounces around the chair.

Victim watches him as best she can, eyes wide as the crazy stallion's eyes glimmer with twisted thoughts. She starts to struggle against the bonds furtively, the chair rocking slightly with her struggles. The stallion freezes and stares at the poor mare with his insane grin. Tilt of the head. "Oh, is the poor girl trying to escape?" Mock pity.

She struggles more, sounds coming through the cloth that gags her. He cackles. "Oh, yes, they all try to fight! And it's fun to watch your useless fight. And to see the realization strike you. And the fear of no escape crossing your face!" She tips the chair and it falls onto it's side, taking her with it. She let's out and "Oof!" and realizes the bindings are as tight as ever. As he just predicted, her face twists in realization, then into a deeper fear than before. He cackles. "Just as I said!"

He cranes his neck down over her, face inches away again. "Your time is up. Time for the games to begin." He licks along her cheek, making her scream into the gag. He laughs wickedly with madness as she continues her faint screaming. His games began when she regained consciousness. And they may not end for many days to come.