It was ten 'o clock. Everypony was off the streets and inside their homes. Every pony except pinkie pie. The pink party pony was filled with so much energy, she couldn't sleep. Once again, she bounced down the street in search for something fun to do. As she continued down the street, she could see a shadowy figure in the distance. She could tell that it was definitely not a pony. It was standing on two legs. Pinkie considered the possibility that it was a dragon and decided to get closer to find out. As Pinkie got closer, she confirmed that it was not a dragon. It didn't have spikes or scales. In fact, it's entire body was covered with cloth. It was a tall figure wearing a black and red outfit with a hat. He looked like some sort of adventurer. A guy who likes being outside.

"H-hello? Who are you?" Pinkie called out.

The figure quickly turned around and saw the pony and chuckled as he lunged towards her. Before she could react, the creature was right in front of her with a very large knife.

"Ready to meet sharpy? Eahahaha!" the creature laughed.

Seeing the knife didn't really phase Pinkie, in fact, she was more interested in the fact that it was named 'sharpy'.

"Oh, new friends? I've got some friends back at sugar cube corner that sharpy would love to meet.

The creature raised an eyebrow. It seemed interested in what other things the pony claimed to have. Could this possibly a challenge?

"Alright, let's go, mate." The creature said.

As they walked back to the bakery, Pinkie took another look at the thing that just tried to kill her. After giving it a couple looks, she wondered if this thing was one of those humans that Lyra always talks about.

They soon arrived at sugarcube corner and walked in. Pinkie lead the bipedal creature into the kitchen and searched the drawers for knives and other sharp objects and placed them on the counter.

"This is Mr. Pokey," Pinkie held up a fork, "this is McCutty," Pinkie held a meat cleaver, "and this is Colonel Slicer," Pinkie picked up a standard kitchen knife. "Now that I've introduced my friends, why don't you tell me your name?"

"I am Christian."

"Hello Christian, my name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, but my friends call me Pinkie Pie."

Christian picked up the meat cleaver off the table and chuckled.

"Now this is a knife," he swung it around and weighed it in his hand, "yea, this... is a nice weapon." Christian grinned.

"Since our friends are now acquainted, why don't we pay some pony a visit?"

"Okay, mate." Christian nodded.

"Let's go see Twilight." Pinkie smiled. She was very excited to introduce her to a new friend.

Pinkie grabbed a few knives off the table and put them in a saddlebag and threw it on her back. She looked at Christian, who didn't appear to have anything.

The two left the bakery with the same thing in mind. That was to have a killer time with friends. They approached Twilight's tree house and Pinkie Pie peered through the window to see Twilight reading a book, as usual.

"Alright, this is what we're going to do. I'm going to knock on the door so we can get inside, got it?" She looked over to see that Christian had disappeared. She could have sworn that he was right next to her the whole time. She looked back to the window to see Christian standing right behind Twilight with large grin.

"What's up!?" Christian shouted, startling Twilight.

"Gah! Who are you and how did you get in here?" Twilight jumped.

Christian placed a small round radio on the ground and then jammed his fingers into Twilight's eyes and twisted. She immediately fell to the ground screaming in pain. Christian quickly tied her mouth shut so she wouldn't scream. He quickly picked Twilight by her mane and examined the strange, now blind, creature. Christian pulled a bonesaw seemingly out of nowhere and smiled as he muttered,

"It's only gonna get worse, mate." Christian said as he kicked the radio with his heel causing a song to play. He then swung the saw into Twilight's horn and began to cut it off.

Twilight's scream was muffled and she tried to regain her focus to cast a spell, despite the pain. However, it was too late and the saw made it all the way through the horn.

Twilight let out another muffled scream. Christian dropped her on the floor And watched her writhe in an unimaginable amount of pain. Blood poured down her face from where the horn used to be. Christian did a sloppy cut and cut a little too deep and took some skin off her head along with the horn.

Christian examined the horn and noticed how sharp it was and got a gruesome idea. He lowered himself down to Twilight and held the horn so that the sharp end was just hovering over Twilight's side. He plunged the horn into her body three times.

"Stab stab stab." he said, unmoved by the fountains of blood that splashed up against his face. By this point, twilight had gone into shock and was unconscious. Pinkie couldn't believe what she was seeing. This man is a killing machine.

"This isn't what I had in mind." she said to herself, realizing that Christian is just plain brutal.

Christian stood up and examined his handiwork and scratched his chin.

"Let's see how much blood's in ya." Christian said after a brief moment of thinking.

Christian once again pulled a weapon from seemingly nowhere. This time it was a brown machete. It was visciously curved and had a few jagged edges on it. He smiled at the knife and began hacking at the pony. He hacked at the body for roughly twelve seconds before putting the knife down and proceeded to dig inside Twilight with his hands. He pulled out her intestines and said,

"A lil' of the ol' chop chop."

Christian brought his attention to Twilight's cutie mark. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife and flipped it open with a few elegant twirls and began to cut the mark off of Twilight's flank, taking flesh off as well. All that was left was a blood filled hole in place of a Cutie mark.

"'Ain't she a beut?" Christian smiled as he held up the chunk of flesh with the star shaped cutie mark.

He stood up and walked to the door. Pinkie Pie could only stare at the bloody mess of what used to be Twilight Sparkle and didn't notice Christian approach her.

"And that's how it's done." Christian said proudly.

The only think pinkie was able to say was, "You'll never get away with this."

Christian knelt down to the trembling pony and put his bloodied hand on her mane and calmly said with a smile, "Here's a touchin' story. Once upon a time you died and I lived happily ever after."

Pinkie was trembling in fear and the only thing that was going through Pinkie's head was to get as far away from him as possible and began running.

"You're insane!" she yelled back as she ran. She ran until she was out of breath when she noticed se was on the very edge of town. Pinkie breathed a sigh of relief, thinking se was safe. However, her fears were reignited when she heard,

"Heads up!"

She looked up just in time to see an axe hurling towards her. She quickly leaped out of the way but the axe still managed to clip her arm. She immediately reached for the wound and screamed in pain.

"Aaaagh! I thought you were my friend!" Pinkie Pie screamed, tears running down her face.

"Aw, I'm sorry, mate."

"Your idea of fun is just killing? You're sick!"

"Yea, that seems about right." Christian said cheerfully.

Pinkie knew that there was no escaping him. If she wanted to survive, Christian had to die. With this realization, she quickly picked up the axe and swung it at Christian, only just barely grazing his face.

He wiped the blood and frowned,

"This is about as good as you're gonna do." Christian muttered.

"Let's dance!" Pinkie yelled.

The two continued fighting. The loud clanging of blades echoed in the night air. The two exchanged blows for several minutes until Pinkie Pie stumbled and left herself open to an attack. Christian took full advantage of this opening and plunged his knife into the pink pony's chest. She dropped to the ground and began coughing up blood and other fluids that began to fill her lungs. This was it, Pinkie Pie knew her fate was sealed. She looked up to see Christian standing above her with a sledgehammer. He raised it high above his head and said,

"Everything above your neck is gonna be a fine red mist!" he swung the hammer down, smashing Pinkie's skull, killing her instantly. All that was left was a bloody pulp that resembled a ponies' head. He looked up from the corpse to see another pony staring right at him with pure horror.

"Y-y-you monster!" the pony yelled.

"It's just like Christmas mornin'."

Author's Note

I really just wanted to release what I've got. I'm sure there are things that need to be fixed in this, but I'll do that over time. Feel free to leave your thoughts and other things in the comments section. Just don't be mean/overly harsh with your criticism.