Chapters My Little Twisted Sweet Tooth
"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! You can't ever kill me! I'll find you Calypso! I'll fucking find you and fucking kill you! You will fear Sweet Tooth! I will fucking cut your insides out! You will fear me motherfucker! You. Will. Fear me!"
They say your life flashes before your eyes at the time when you die. Mine did. It was like a slideshow of past achievements; perhaps an art gallery showing off splendid masterpieces where spectators try to decipher their existential meaning. Alas, Boys and Girls, most of the memories were not mine. I was fading out like the dying heartbeat of a little girl and here I could only take in memories that are not even mine! In my last moments of life and receiving these memories, I found out that cowardly bitch Marcus was still alive! The motherfucker never left this body! Even worse, among all the memories of our past--his past!--I caught a glimpse of a third being that had inhabited this body...Minion. So, I not only have to share space with that motherfucker, Marcus, but the demon, Minion, too. Fan-fucking-tastic!
I just then noticed I was still alive. An idea popped into my mind with enough illumination to see the coffin's scratched interior once more. Or that could simply be the embers on top of my head breathing their last little sparks from lack of oxygen. It all made sense now. The flaming head, eternal hatred and rage, surviving electrocution, getting stabbed in the eye resulting in no permanent injury, and all the gunfire this body has taken! The demon inside this body has been my trump card all along! For as long as Minion resides within this body, I can make good on my promise to Calypso of not dying. Boys and Girls, I'm so happy I could just hug you all with my now cold and lifeless limbs! Or, perhaps, you all can hug me with yours later on. Demons don’t die and minion’s existence inside me was now my trump card. Calypso’s fate was now sealed. All I need to do now is play the Waiting Game for my opportunity.
Every transpiring second made me crave the murder more and more. It was like I was sleeping with no means of moving my body. I simply continued to stare into the empty darkness of that coffin. Let me wake, dammit! After what seemed like an eternity, I heard muffled noises coming from the world above. In my ‘Unconscious Slumber,’ I heard Marcus’s son visit the grave and swear vengeance for my murder. The naïve little bitch always seemed to think he was my son. No…hahaha…he is Marcus’s son. When I cut him in my first murders, I didn’t stop out of kindness, love, or pity. I used him merely for self-preservation. His false sense of heartfelt love makes the boy endearing to a point I'd like to hold that heart in my hands to feel it losing rhythm.
The boy dug up the grave and I could clearly see the world above again. Fresh air greeted my face like an old friend, but the boy's face disgusted me. The bitch even took my mask in his self-righteous mission! For the first time since letting him live, I wanted him dead. I was absolutely livid on the inside in having my mask taken. It's like his head wasn't even on straight! His head...for my icebox...that's a worthwhile compensation.
I'm not sure how long it took after the boy's visit, but Calypso came by next and started rambling like the freak he is about using someone’s rage to cause pain to the world. His rambling words were nothing short of cowardice and ignorance.
“All that anger. All that fight. All that rage you have inside. You could bring the world so much pain. I just can't let that go to waste. You understand, yes? I had this made just for you. Take your time. The trip back, it can be a bit unnerving.”
What did that bitch truly understand about pain? For a moment, I thought the fool was going to revive (wake) me right there. I was excited!
I am going to kill this motherfucker as soon as he revives me, I thought. The all-consuming joy was overwhelming. If my body was capable of movement, I'd sit right up, shock the freak, have a good laugh, and show him what true rage is all about.
I was wrong.
He revived Marcus’s daughter.
Under different circumstances, I would have been pissed but he simply renewed my desire to have her head in my icebox. The fun was doubled, Boys and Girls! I'll get to hit two bird with one jagged-edge stone.
I don’t know how much time went by but I eventually woke up and climbed up out of that hole. This body was sore all over which doesn't last too long when a demon inhabits your body. I started to walk. It was only a matter of time before I’d reach Calypso and kill him. There was enough time to think about why there was a demon inside me. I could of had these thoughts in the coffin, of course. But the fresh air soothed my mind's rage to allow the deliberation.
As I walked, many thoughts raced across my mind. The remembrance of past events brought to light certain coincidences that could be taken as fact. I came to the realization that I, Sweet Tooth, was a symbiotic being born from Marcus and Minion. Now, hear me out Boys and Girls and you'll get your 'eyes' cream with a sturdy straw for sipping pleasure soon enough. I remembered overhearing back in the World Tour contest that Calypso’s powers were stolen from Minion. Maybe it was just a dream. All that needed to be done was trace the timeline back to when the Twisted Metal contests began to notice an apparent correlation and connection not seen before. Calypso, after a car crash that killed his daughter, must have stolen the demonic powers of Minion. This would have happened at the same time I started clawing my way out of Marcus. Hmm...perchance Minion possessed Marcus so as to exact revenge on Calypso and get his powers back!
I stopped and chuckled. It was just so absurd that I had to laugh. This idea could only be thought of by a lunatic. Perhaps the lack of oxygen in that coffin made me a little more crazier than usual. Well, what's the point in having a theory Boys and Girls if you're not willing to test it out? Let's find out if someone can stop me and the demon within. 'Cause I'm certainly not afraid to laugh in the face of chance and risk.
It wasn’t long after these thoughts I heard some noise on the road – sounds of a demented ice cream truck tune! Almost there Calypso and I’ll get to sink my blade into you. Realizing I didn't have my blade, I figured any blade would do the job nicely. Its not about the tool but experiencing simple pleasure in life's little gifts.
Marcus's son drove up next to me and cried, “Dad! You’re alive! I thought you were dead but I started to feel your presence again so I had to check!”
“Give me my mask, boy. A certain motherfucker needs to die,” I replied not revealing the boy was next on my list.
Marcus’s son wanted to follow me into Calypso’s funhouse but I declined. I’m not a fucking babysitter. Borrowing boy’s pitiful excuse for a knife, I made my way through Calypso’s building savoring every moment. This was the second time that it felt like Christmas – each floor more enjoyable than the one before. All these ready and willing blood-filled meat bags were like presents awaiting one to open them up. When I arrived at the top floor, and kicked in Calypso’s door, he looked like a scared little schoolgirl.
“How the…,” he sputtered. “That box was to be your final resting place, Sweet Tooth. No matter how many times I try to put you down, no matter how many lethal injections I give you, you keep coming back…Why? To kill me? Is that the only reason? Do you really want to do this? I can give you anything you desire. Just make the wish and it is yours.”
I didn’t say a word as I closed the distance between us only to be stopped by Marcus’s daughter.
“A little trophy, you see.” He smiled. “Kill him! And make it quick! We have much more pressing matters to attend to than some deranged clown.”
She lunged at me with feeble strength. I used this to my advantage. Calypso always liked his entertainment. So, I simply put on a show by trading strikes with Marcus’s daughter. What Calypso didn’t realize…I was gradually making my way towards him in the fight. I made a show out of it like some great dramatic play letting the other side think they won.
Oh! You almost got me with that papercut! Oh no, she almost cut my vein.
Boys and Girls, I've been in this business longer than most even knew how to tie their shoes! I'm not about to be cut down by some adolescent teenager barely past her schooling! I do, however, like to toy with those who think they've got a chance. It really makes the inevitable that much sweeter. Why kill right away when you can first take away hope?
Setting my priorities straight in a means of getting out of the half-assed tango, I continued to inch much closer to Calypso. When I was within a few feet of him, I waited for the perfect opportunity to exact revenge. It came when the girl made a downward strike at me. Calypso was a mere few feet to my left. I simply grabbed her right arm as it came down and, with my left hand, took the knife out of her hand. As I grasped the newly acquired knife in my hand, he must have noticed what was about to happen. For, at the time I began a left swing at his throat, he raised his hands and sent me away with powers that were not rightfully his…far away.
His voice echoed in my head,
That was quite unexpected Sweet Tooth. You almost had me at a disadvantage. However, this time I am making sure you will never return.
Author's Note
I hope you guys enjoy the rest of the story. Especially any Twisted Metal fans out there. /)
My Little Twisted Sweet Tooth
I regained my senses rather quickly and found myself standing upright in the exact spot I left my world. Calypso was surprisingly sitting in the same spot I left him – to my left. I wasted no time in taking the horn that was still in my mouth out and jabbing it into that bitch’s throat. The confusion and shock was priceless! He tried to heal himself with his stolen power but, inside me, Minion denied him sanctuary by siphoning it back to myself.
I watched as his eyes quivered in newfound fear.
I simply said, “I’m taking what is rightfully mine. There is nothing you can do about it. Who knows? I might even revive your daughter to have a little fun.”
To this he sputtered, “Sww…ee..T..Too..t..h…Pl….e..a..”
“Shut up and bleed, you motherfucker!”
I twisted the horn, pulled it out, and proceeded to behead and gut him.
Never would I revive Calypso albeit now I had the ability. I was simply returning the favor he offered me.
Twisted Metal was now mine. It became my circus and I was its ringleader. Boys and Girls, there was much fun to be had! I just needed to take care of a few ‘loose ends.’ Marcus’s daughter came back to find Calypso dead and me standing over his disemboweled and headless body all the while watching and admiring my work. Of course, by now, she was not enslaved by the power of Calypso as that power was now mine. She probably headed this way to figure out why she didn't have that power anymore.
She couldn’t escape this time even if she wanted. Her presence immediately caught my attention and I turned my head so fast she looked like she jumped a little.
“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Don’t worry little one – you’ll be one soon enough,” I said as I approached her.
It was strange. Inside I felt like Marcus was screaming. I don’t why because this wasn’t the first time I’ve done this.
Next was Marcus’s boy. Driving up to me with excitement and anticipation as to what happened; he never expected the knife as it slid into his stomach soft and smooth like butter.
“Why!?!,” he sobbed.
“You’re not my son and I don’t need you anymore. Besides, I want the whole set for my icebox!”
I pulled out the knife and beheaded him. That boy sure did struggle. Now, I had the whole set in my icebox. Again, it felt like Marcus was upset or something.
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This year Twisted Metal was going to be different. It was going to be the most exciting event to take place and everyone was going to attend whether they wanted to or not. I found out Calypso didn’t originally have the power to revive people. It was borrowed – given – by Mr. Grimm, the grim reaper, before Calypso enslaved him in later contests. The freak never did have any talents other than thievery and trickery. I could now use that ability for myself and that is what I intended to do.
I, Sweet Tooth, revived all contestants from every Twisted Metal contest except Calypso. He can go fuck himself in the afterlife for all I care. As for the contestants, they were separated into what contest they originally attended. They were then sent to different countries in cross-country combat until one remained the victor. Each remaining contestant from their own country would receive a wish. Many spoke up and did not want to participate because the years spent enslaved raised desire for a return to normalcy. I showed them the alternative choice by making an example out of Agent Stone. Boys and Girls, it is certainly a wonder what hot wax and salt can do!
Not a word was heard from then on.
Calypso, after the first few Tournaments, publicly displayed Twisted Metal less and less for fear of what harm would come to him from the local governments. People can only take so much before they take up arms. I started my contest in my own way without that fear. As each country was getting destroyed from the chaos of battle, each country’s respective military attempted to suppress the violence. They hoped to make it subside but it only intensified. As nukes fell, some contestants were killed which only filled the others with more hope of winning the contest. Of course, I didn't make it that easy as I revived killed contestants a certain amount of times per round for enough rounds to make the contest interesting. This lasted a month until only one rider remained in each country.
I had so much fun with the winners boys and girls! The best one was with Mr. Grimm. Not the grim reaper but the war veteran from the Black contest. He wanted to be reunited with his friend Benny. I laughed and gave him what he wanted. I put him right back in that same hole with his friend. This time though he didn’t eat his friend. Instead he kept apologizing until his dying breath starving for food and repentance. Too bad apologizes don’t grant life!
I was having so much fun! I could do anything I wanted like reviving Grasshopper just to kill her. Or revive Mr. Slam and Auger, force them to make a building, and push them off it. Boys and girls, it was paradise!
However, I kept that unicorn horn from long ago and, every time I looked at it, I wondered what became of my Queen. Was she victorious like me? Did she finally attain what was rightfully hers? These thoughts bothered me increasingly as the days carried time forward. I had to know! I could easily go back with the power I now had…You know what Boys and Girls? I have to go back! I need to know!
With a single thought I transported myself back to that absurdly colorful world.
My Little Twisted Sweet Tooth
Returning to this colorful world took some adjusting. I forgot what it felt like to be a flying horse – zebra. The body was just as I remembered it and didn’t seem to change with time spent away. My wings even retained their metal tips. How much time went by I wondered. My body felt the same but the world seemed a bit different. It was much calmer. I looked around taking in the sickeningly calm surrounding area: A few ponies passed by me giggling in joyous laughter, the birds sung harmonious songs, and the sparse white fluffy clouds high above offered a sense of tranquility. Boys and Girls, I'm in hell!
It took a few moments of experiencing shock for me to remember my rightfully-given new powers. I was so excited to try out those powers in this world! Alas, Boys and Girls, I tried everything to use those powers but ended up stamping a hoof down in absolute frustration. Nothing happened; the powers were gone. Why? Did this world only exhibit its own energies barring and disregarding outside ones? Fuck! Calypso, I can hear you laughing in your grave! I didn’t realize coming here would mean being stranded. Anyways, I knew what I needed to do so I set off to find my Queen. She would set things right remembering that my Queen always knew what was best. I could rely on her as she could on me. Both our worlds rejected us and I knew finding her would be like reuniting with a dependable best friend.
I couldn’t find her.
My Queen, she was nowhere to be found though my search proximity was rather limited. I decided to wait until night as either spotting her in the sky or in my dreams would provide better results. The night came around sooner than I thought it would. I had spent all day searching for my Queen letting time pass by quickly. Seeing the moon rise above the horizon, I scanned the skies for any indication of her presence. Most of the night was spent in this activity of night-sky observation. Finally, after plenty of time waiting, I saw a purplish pony fly across the sky. It was her! At first, excitement rose in me but…something seemed off. If it truly was her, she looked different with a somewhat unfamiliar aura. Not only that but she flew to Canterlot? Was she truly a queen now? That is where I headed curious as to what changes occurred in my absence.
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The sun had risen by the time I reached Canterlot. I wasn’t sure what to expect…or even how I should approach that city. Certainly the ponies there would take offense to my return considering the atrocities I committed. Unless, of course, the freaks realize they should be honored to have their throats cut by my ~~hand~~ hoove. Boys and Girls, why does simply returning back to this colorful world transfigure my body into such a ridiculous form?
A couple more questions on entering the city of Canterlot came to mind. Should I hide my identity? Does subtlety matter? I feel like a lot of time has passed. You know what, Boys and Girls? Fuck this shit! My fine art should not have a need for such secrecy. As I approached the city's gates, I walked by some guards at the entrance who didn’t flinch or recognize me. They merely said I should enjoy my day.
Oh, I will! ...I will! There's enough sweetness to go around for everyone! Even all of you, Boys and Girls! Every. Single. One. Of. You.
I was in the clear. A sizable number of ponies appeared to be gathering in the city center so that is where I went next. There I saw my Queen standing on the palace’s balcony observing the gathering crowd. Her appearance had changed quite a bit. It had returned to the point in time when I first came to this world nearly landing into the side of their moon. I continued watching her elegant movements wanting to speak with her badly. I wanted to be with the only one I could ever call a friend. Continuing to watch, my Queen turned to her left as she made room on the balcony for Celestia…what is this bullshit!?
I didn’t pay any attention to Celestia’s speech. I was absolutely pissed, infuriated, confused, upset, and at a loss for words. Obviously something important happened after I left this world! Something I should have been here to prevent! There was one moment in Celestia's speech when she seemingly caught a glimpse of me among the crowd. Immediately I backed away further into the crowd and saw her eyes shift quickly as if searching for what was momentarily seen. This was not the time or place for anything so I made my way out of the crowd. Just as I was at the the city center's exit, I peered one last time in the balcony’s direction to eye my changed Queen. She took on a look of shock as Celestia whispered something into her ear. For the first time in my life, Boys and Girls, I felt a slight pang in my heart. It was like what I held most dear was taken away much like how many fathers felt in finding what remained of their children.
Aimless walking was my only resolve at this point. I could try and reach my Queen again. However, should I? How much of this world - my Queen - has changed since I left? Walking around Canterlot, I stumbled across a labyrinth and what looked like a sculpture garden. It was here I heard a voice calling to me in a mocking tone.
Well now, this is certainly a treat. Never would have guessed you would return and here of all places…(laughter)…Are you lost? Did you lose something? No. Must be someone, it said as though from inside my head.
Already frustrated I snapped back, “Whoever you are I don’t like your tone! Let your presence be known!” I was not in the mood for games of hide and seek.
It spoke after a moment of silence, My dear confused little colt, you’re standing right before me.
Looking up, I saw a statue of what seemed to be a goat, serpent…something. Its grotesque features made me want to puke. A sudden urge rose up to break the damn thing. Before I could act on these urges, it continued in its own rambling.
Yet another one comes around that doesn’t know who I am. Such a shame Celestia. What are you teaching the ponies these days? I am Discord, lord of all that is chaos and disharmony. You are Twisted Sweet Tooth, confused and lost because your princess is not how you remember her. A lot has changed. How sad. Thing is she is not herself. The elements of harmony saw to that and me as well. Hmm, say, seeing as to your reputation in the past, would you kindly do something for me? I guarantee you will find what you seek after all is said and done.
“How about no and I break some pieces off that statue body? Maybe I should kick that head around in a game of hockey?”
First, no. Violence will get you nowhere as you will still be stranded in this world. Second, stop the rhyming. You are only half zebra. Three, why not listen to what I offer before flying off the handle?
“Fine. I’ll listen. Make it quick before I change my mind.”
There’s a good pony! Now…you remember those six pieces of jewelry used against you long ago? Well, Celestia hasn’t been able to use them these days giving the task to six ponies living in a town called Ponyville each representing the elements of harmony: Generosity, Honesty, Kindness, Laughter, Loyalty, and Magic. What I would like you to do is kill these six ponies. Should be simple for you if the legends and stories still hold true.
“Just kill them?”
Yes, just kill them. Do I have to spell it out? K I L-
“-Sounds like your problem. I think you’re lying to get out of your cage.”
Believe what you want, but you will be forced to stay here forever unless you do it. Besides, it’s your problem too. Breaking up the elements of harmony would release Nightmare Moon, otherwise it will not happen. Doesn't the lonely little zebra want his best friend back to cuddle up next to on starry nights telling stories of past experiences, future goals, and wishful aspirations?
My anger was reaching its peak. If I didn't get a real answer soon, this statue was going to find out how easy it is to grind stone into dust.
“Break up the elements of harmony by killing the holders of them? How so? There is more to it than that! I'm a clown but not a fool! I'll let you know I search the insides of those who hide things from me. And there is something you're definitely not telling me.”
Not really. As cruel and vicious as you are, you will fulfill the second requirement.
“What second requirement?”
The unbreakable friendship bond this is all it has ever been. Much like magnetic attraction, do not make the same mistake again.
”Make sense!”
“Make sense? Oh, what fun is there in making sense? Off with you now. I grow tired of your presence.”
In sudden silence, I couldn't decide whether to go kill the elements of harmony holders or smash this statue into small pieces. Truthfully, it was the first real lead I had. I decided to kill the holders and come back for the statue if it was lying. The most important thing right now was to get my Queen back.
Elements of harmony? So that is what Celestia used against me instead of facing me head on like a cowardly bitch. Make no mistake Boys and Girls they were powerful and I needed to take caution if I were to go through with what that statue was suggesting. My thoughts were consumed with the longing to be reunited with my Queen. She was the only one I felt a connection. The loneliness felt right now needed to change. There was no doubt in my mind. I had to save her from her own ‘Marcus’ no matter the cost or risk. I made my choice. I decided to kill the six ponies. After getting directions from a Canterlot citizen, I headed to Ponyville.
My Little Twisted Sweet Tooth
The Mane 6 vs. Twisted Sweet Tooth
The train of thoughts was going full steam as I got nearer to my destination. What the fuck did that statue mean with his riddle talk? Magnetic attraction? How does that even work? I need to ask a scientist. Fuck that! Wait…I got it! Magnetic attraction is stronger when together but weaker upon separation.
I can’t take them all on.
Each element has to be dealt with on its own otherwise I won’t stand a chance. Well, stalking and killing is an easy task I’ve acquired in many years of experience. This time it’ll just be ponies.
Ponyville was in sight now. I spotted a forest nearby I could find refuge in when needed. What I needed to do was some scouting…but I’m a zebra so I’d stick out like a sore bleeding thumb. I flew into the sky above the town and walked on the clouds watching the citizens below. I needed to identify who exactly these six were but I couldn’t spot anything worthy of interest. I did see a pink pony talking to a purple pony that started shaking in midair. It made me laugh as it was very strange. The only other thing I saw down there were a few ponies attending personal gardens: one that looked like roses and another I think were carrots. It was just one pointless sight after another.
“Hey there, mister! What’re you doing? You look new. Are you new here? I know almost everypony, but I’ve never seen you before.”
Caught by surprise, I whipped my head around to find a gray mare with blonde hair staring at me with one straight eye and the other lazy.
“Yes, I’m new in town and just taking in the sight. Figured I’d relax here until the fall of night.”
“Well, that sounds like fun! Wish I could join you but I have mail to deliver. It won’t deliver itself ya know! It’s so interesting we have a new visitor and a zebra too like Zecora! It’s almost as interesting as when Twilight came here.”
“Who?”
“Oh! Silly me! She’s the purple unicorn down there talking to Pinkie Pie. She’s Celestia’s student ya know! She’s very special because I don’t think Celestia would choose just anypony to be her student. She and her friends saved us many times to keep count so you might want to meet her. Would you look at the time! I’ve got a schedule to follow and here I am talking your ears off.”
She pulled out a muffin in her bag, insisted I take it, and flew away. I looked down at the muffin and named it Max. It would be a little sweet at first but become nothing but a hard shell as time passes.
Looking down again I discovered that the purple and pink mares were heading to the forest so I followed them flying high above. Four other ponies joined them. These must be the six. Following them into the forest, I found them walking into a hut only to come out with a zebra carrying a bag that bulged as though full of items. They walked all the way to a tree house in the town with me following unseen behind. Well…I think I was unseen. I could swear the pink one glanced in my direction every now and then.
I was rather tired so I decided to get some sleep in the forest. My dreams consisted not of my world but my Queen. I saw her as she once was – my Nightmare Moon. Overjoyed I raced towards her longing to be reunited with my best friend. In advancing my approach she turned into Marcus. I was so pissed but I couldn’t manage to say anything. I then saw my Queen a second time side-by-side next to the first. However, her appearance was not that of Nightmare Moon but whom I saw back in Canterlot. Disregarding the change in appearance, I was ecstatic to find she was real! I could talk now so I called out to her. A noticeable amount of sadness flashed across her face for what exact reason I could not determine its cause. She was going to say something but stopped herself. I ran towards her but she disappeared leaving me in darkness and completely alone.
Waking up, I found myself in the forest once more. I would have felt sadness too but had no time for it. I needed to save my Queen from that fucking 'Marcus!’ I went back to town and spent the day following each of the six so as to find which element they represented. There was the pink one which obviously represented Laughter. The purple mare read a lot of spell books in her library so I assumed she was Magic. The yellow one with pink hair attended small creatures with a caring nature that could only be Kindness. The other three were hard to tell apart. I tracked down that gray mare who offered me Max, the muffin, to ask her about it while making her mail routes and she told me. As they say, loose lips sink ships. I went back to the forest to come up with a plan and went to sleep with so much excitement and anticipation. It wasn't completely necessary to find out which element each pony represented, but the fun I had in mind required it.
That night brought certain nightmares to light. I felt like Marcus was fighting for control, dead ones I had killed laughing and beckoning me to join them in hell, and my Queen in the distance with much sadness on her face not able to voice something she needed to say. Boys and Girls, I felt like everything was working against me. What felt so right suddenly became wrong. In that a certain façade was coming to light. Something was not quite right but I needed to do what had to be done.
I ignored the dream's warning.
Jolting out of my nightmarish slumber, I started out long before day break and got to work. First would be that clothing store with the white-coated mare. I walked up to and knocked on the door to which the white mare answered it still half-asleep.
“Well, hello darling! I didn’t expect anypony to come around this early. I was just finishing up a big order. Oh, where are my manners? I’m Rarity. What might this pony do for you?”
I responded with a sly smile.
“Generosity, a giving attitude to those who want and need. Beware, though, those that take and make you bleed.”
With that said I abruptly turned around and kicked her hard in the face with my hind legs. She didn’t expect it. I could hear some bones snap when I did it too.
Boys and Girls, you could say I 'kickstarted' the fun!
Returning to town after disposal, I noticed the flying light blue mare in the sky. It seemed like she was practicing flight runs. I flew up to a neighboring cloud and called out to her. She came over.
“Hey there. What’s up? I’m kinda in the middle of something. Practicing some awesome new moves and stuff,” she said.
“I wanted to race you.”
She laughed for what seemed like a whole minute.
“You? I think you’d eat my dust! Maybe another time but, sure, I’ll take you on.”
“How about now?”
“Well, I really need to get back to training,” she said looking around trying to get out of it.
“It is an offer you can’t refuse. See that mountain in the distance?” I said pointing to a snow-covered mountain far away. “I buried one of your friends there in the snow and if you don’t hurry she’ll be dead. If I get there first, I'll make sure that happens right away. Better be fast and dig her up. Got all that?”
Her look was priceless. “Wha…?”
“On your mark, get ready, set, Go!”
With that said I started flying toward the mountain. When she came to her senses, she easily flew past me in a panic as she was the quickest flyer I’d ever seen. I was only half way there when she reached the mountain. She frantically dug at the ground looking for any sign of life. When I landed a few feet from her she laughed a little while panting to catch her breath.
“Ok, you got me. You know that is a totally awful and uncool joke!”
“It’s not a joke. You were too late.”
I nodded my head towards a patch of recently disturbed snow.
While eyeing me suspiciously, she trotted over to it and dug up the remains of her friend.
I said in a clear voice, “Loyalty does not take fate into account. Sometimes a friend will inevitably contribute to the body count.”
She stood motionless staring down at her frozen friend. Almost immediately she became quite pissed and came at me with tears in her eyes. It was quick but I saw it coming. I used one of my wing's metal tips to cut hers disabling flight. Speed doesn't guarantee escape from a knife's edge. As she lay on the ground begging and crying for mercy, I smiled in response and violently snapped her neck.
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Next would be the apple farm. I found the red stallion working the early hours as I thought he would. He wasn’t one of the six but was a means to an end. I dive-bombed as hard as I could into his neck for he looked like only so much force would bring him down. Despite the toughened muscle tissue, he was dead on impact. Now I just needed to find the orange-coated mare that, after walking not so far, was coming in my direction.
“Well, howdy there pardner! Did ya hear a noise jus’ now like a crash or somethin’? It was awfully loud!” she said.
“I’ll tell you but need to ask a question first.”
“Well, alright. But ay have a busy day ahead as its almost apple-buckin’ season.”
“Do you promise never to hit me?”
“What kind of a question is that?! Of course ay wouldn’t hit ya. What would make ya ask such a silly thing?”
“Go over there and you’ll see for yourself.” I pointed to where I just came from.
When she saw her dead brother, she became frantic to see if he still drew breath.
“WHAT PONY WOULD DO THIS!?”
I calmly replied with an answer scheming to upset her immensely.
“Me. I hate apples. I guess I got carried away. You know? He whimpered and called out your name right before I finished it. Just thought I’d let you know.”
She had to take a double-take looking at me and her brother before realizing that I had indeed murdered her brother. She became furious and attacked hitting me repeatedly with intentions of serious harm. For a moment, she backed off having run out of energy and it took me a while to regain my senses. She recuperated her lost energy and started to scream at me until she was out of breath. I took this moment to say what was on my mind with a growing smile.
“See? You hit me.”
“Ya darn buckin’ right I hit ya!! Ya buckin’ lunatic!! My brother’s dead and it’s yer entire fault and don’t even look like ya care!”
“I don’t. In fact, I showed this to you to prove a point before making you join him. Honesty is useless to an unpredictable future foretold. A promise, dealing, or word could just as soon be cheaply sold. Having hit me after promising not to you made yourself a liar. And liars need to be burned.”
I have to say she put up quite a fight. Back home, country folk are known for their hardness. But, anything that bleeds can be killed, Boys and Girls. It can be burned quite easily too. How did I start the fire, Boys and Girls? Well, let's just say a certain fire has been burning since my world's been turning.
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I knocked on the yellow pony’s door but had to knock a second time to get an answer. She answered it rather meekly.
“Y-Yes? H-Hello. Y-You’re a new pony. H-H-Haven’t seen you around before.”
“Kindness sometimes cannot be easily divided. Between multiple parties of interest, this disparity depends on the situation provided.”
“W-Wha…? I-I-I don’t understand.”
I smiled. “You care for many creatures, yes? Given the choice of two separated groups, which one would you save if only one could have the luxury? In the forest, I have trapped and taken your precious creatures. Find one group and save them. I’ll kill the other. Refuse and I kill both.”
She made what sounded like a squeak and said, “W-Why? The Everfree Forest? They must be so scared.”
In a hurry, she ran off to the forest. I spotted a rabbit in the doorway giving me an angry look. Still smiling I seized the ball of fur. It struggled and bit at my hoof to which I responded with a tightening grip from both.
She wasn’t too fast so I knew which group of animals she found and killed the others. When I came upon her in the forest, she was reassuring those she saved that everything would be fine. Too bad they couldn’t say the same for her. I threw the bunny’s head in front of her that I had encountered in the doorway.
“Angel Bunny!!” she screamed.
“As I said before, kindness will inevitably leave some behind. Justice does not see as it is always blind,” I replied with a bright smile. "I'm the one that cut out its eyes to make Eyes Cream! Do you want to know what that tastes like little filly? Let me show you!"
She wasn’t much of a fighter though the animals fought me tooth and claw. They attacked and scratched me but I continued my work of art unperturbed. I drowned out her screams by scooping out each eye, then feeding them to her. I killed the animals as she drew her last breath and choked to death. Eyes Cream always had a killer aftertaste.
As I came out of the forest, the pink pony came bouncing up the road to the yellowed one’s house. She spoke very fast when she saw me.
“Hi, my name's Pinkie Pie! You’re new here, huh?! I know everypony and everypony knows me but I’ve never met you before! Too bad I have a lot to do today or I would show you my party wagon! Do you know if Fluttershy is home?! She’s a shy pony and lives in that house right there! I needed her to watch Gummy for a bit!”
“No, she’s in the forest taking a walk and enjoying a sweet treat. C’mon, I’ll show you.”
I led her into the forest and to her friend with blood everywhere. She screamed and raced around checking all their pulses.
“I told her the Everfree Forest was a dangerous place! Maybe she’s just sleeping?! No! She isn’t! Ohh…this is bad! This is bad! Quick we need to get her to the emergency room! Stat!”
I stomped my hoof to grab her short-attention span.
“Laughter can serve well but sometimes it’ll cover up the truth with lies. Nothing can drown out a woeful cry or someone’s demise.”
“What’re you talking about!?! This isn’t the time for rhyming!!”
“You’re right!” I started to wear a wide grin across my face. “But do you really think it was the forest that got her? There is nothing more dangerous in this forest than the one you're standing before! I'll show you a danger no forest can hold within!”
Unexpectedly, she was quite the fighter. We must had been rolling around for thirty-minutes straight with her kicking and biting. I eventually got the upper hand and watched her lifeless body on the ground while I caught my breath. The strangest part is that she once in a while had gone for my throat like she, herself, knew how to kill.
I took hold of my muffin companion, Max, to ask him about her but he was silent. An idea came to me to place the muffin next to her body. Perhaps all she needed was some company. Max was perfectly suited for it and I knew the two would get along just fine. Boys and Girls, I'm not entirely cold-hearted. And I still want to give or receive that hug from you all - I haven't forgotten.
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Saved for last was the purple mare and my Queen would be set free. It was a little after dark by the time I got to the tree-looking house. She was predictably in her library reading some books when I flew in though her window. I stood behind her for a while but never caught her attention.
“Hey, um, Twilight? I think there is somepony here to see you.”
A baby dragon appeared to my side but my focus remained on the unicorn.
“Huh? What? Oh! Silly me. I was just reading a book on the different psyche of pony personality.”
She turned around and faced me with a shocked face.
“A zebra? Wow! I only met Zecora and didn’t expect to meet another one anytime soon. Your stripes are different too like backwards or something…almost like going for the opposite visual representation. A Pegasus too! So different but quite fascinating!” She said clapping her hooves together in excitement.
“Twilight!” the baby dragon snapped.
“Oh! I’m sorry! Where's my manners? My name is Twilight Sparkle. You came by for something?”
My patience was wearing thin so I simply said, “Magic, in my world, is nothing more than an illusion. Much like an imaginary friend it is for those seeking delusion.”
“Well, I suppose so but here it envelops everything. It essentially influences all aspects of our life.”
“I wonder if it ‘enveloped’ your friends after I killed them.”
She tilted her head to the side voicing suspicion, “…I would say you’re joking but…that was said with a straight face…Spike! Run!”
The dragon did a startled hop. He then tried to run up the stairs but it was too late as I slammed his body into the wall. It didn’t kill him but he was unconscious from the hit. My main prey was the purple one. She had enough time to run out the door and a little ways down the street. It wasn't enough distance as I headed her off for a confrontation. I can honestly say her magic was similar to Celestia’s student from long ago. Her teleportation and ranged attacks were like deja vu. Even though it was not so far as developed it stung quite a bit. In fact, given continual practice, I think she could easily best the former student in a year or so even while being so young. She was also resourceful which caught me off guard like using the dirt as a shield. It took longer than the former student but, all the same, she grew tired. I took the opportunity, grabbed her horn with my teeth, and broke it clean off. The scream was so audible that lights in neighboring houses came on, but I dragged her to the forest before anypony could see what occurred.
Dragging the body to a clearing in the forest, I realized I had no real means of contacting my Queen. I suppose I could wait for the moon to rise and hope fate shines its grace on me. I waited with the unconscious filly next to me for what seemed like an eternity. The moon shined full and bright high above to which I watched with hopeful enthusiasm. There was a rustle in the bushes opposite of where we were.
It was my Queen! She found me!
She didn’t say anything – only stared at me with sorrowful eyes. I was the first to break the silence.
“My Queen, I have come to set you free so as to help you attain what is rightfully yours. I offer this purple one as my offering in remembered service of you! I want everything to be as it once was so my Nightmare Moon will return. My Queen - my friend - I need you now more than ever.”
With that said I snapped the filly’s neck and wore the biggest smile for my Queen…and waited for her to change back into Nightmare Moon. We stared at each other for a while in a most awkward way. My smile was met with her frown. Nothing was happening! She wasn't changing back!
“I-You…what the hell is going on here!? My Queen, you should be returning to me! That damned statue said you would!”
She finally spoke.
“’That statue’? Dost thou mean the statue of Discord? He hast lied to thee Twisted Sweet Tooth. We are Nightmare Moon no more. What thou seek dost not exist. Discord was only seeking his own escape which would be all that would happen if thou had succeeded.”
“’If’ I succeeded? But my Queen, I did succeed. I have killed the six that entrapped your true self!!”
“My little Twisted Sweet Tooth…” she said this with much sadness. “We were trapped when we were Nightmare Moon. The six set us free from that torment. This is very similar to how you have trapped Marcus within yourself. We…wish we could have saved thou long ago but we were lost too. Now is the time for us to correct that mistake. I'm sorry, my friend. There is no other way for this to end.”
Behind me much rustling was heard in the bushes to which seven ponies stepped out (the six and the red stallion) and one zebra.
“They’re alive!?! How? I killed them all with my bare hooves!”
“No, my little Twisted Sweet Tooth look down at your latest victim.”
I looked down and saw a pumpkin. A fucking pumpkin!
“What the fuck is this shit!?!”
“In Cantelot, our sister spotted you in the crowd. She can never forget a face such as yours and let me know of your return. Immediately, I set out to warn all ponies of a dangerous zebra in their midst. What I didn’t tell them is that you were my best friend from long ago…That's what makes this so much harder to carry through...”
A few tears came to her eyes.
Twilight spoke up. “When I heard the news from Princess Luna, I naturally started researching zebras just in case. Pinkie Pie came by the library shaking all over and let me know that a doozy was coming. I then sent a letter to Princess Celestia to ask her how dangerous this zebra was to which Luna responded instead. We listened to her tales of the one she called Twisted Sweet Tooth – the violence he used everywhere he went. In being the holders of the elements of harmony, she thought you might get revenge on those who took Nightmare Moon away. She feared greatly for our safety and asked us to go see Zecora for more information. It was there we learned the story of the ‘Unspoken’ zebra ruling under Nightmare Moon. This zebra murdered many without mercy. To face such a dangerous equine would reassure one's own end. Zecora had an idea that, should anything harmful come our way, we would transform pumpkins to take the places of the ponies in town while they took shelter in Canterlot. These pumpkins, through use of powerful magic and potion use, would almost perfectly replicate the characteristics of their host for a week or so. Good thing too for what we witnessed today! However, my transformation spells are not perfect yet so I needed help with Zecora’s potions.”
I never saw this irritation coming, but I wasn't going to be lectured on pumpkins, Boys and Girls!
“So what now? You all just going to fucking stare at me all night telling me stories!?”
My Queen responded, “No, my little Twisted Sweet Tooth. We are going to set thou free.”
“You keep saying you’ll set ‘thou free!’ Who!? Marcus!? I’m the one that serves you not fucking Marcus!! That bastard could give a shit about my Queen as much as I do.”
“We know…” She started to tear up. “We know thou won’t be the same...but the one you've enslaved will be released. Don’t make killing my best friend any harder! We don't want to do this for we remember how much you cared for us! We'll always love you as a friend, my little Twisted Sweet Tooth.”
My anger kept rising. My Queen didn't realize what she was saying.
“You say what I did to the six wouldn’t help but I think it will!! You all may have tricked me once with the fucking pumpkin shit! However, I’ll simply kill those six right now and see the truth for myself!!”
“ENOUGH!!” My queen bellowed so hard the ground beneath shook uncontrollably. “DOST THOU NOT THINK THERE HAS BEEN ENOUGH KILLING!?! WE UNDERSTAND THOU WILLINGNESS TO HELP THY PRINCESS. BUT EVERY TIME THOU DOST KILL, OUR HEART BREAKS A LITTLE!! IS THAT WHAT THOU TRULY WANT!?! TO CAUSE YOUR BEST FRIEND AND QUEEN EVERLASTING GRIEF!?”
Regaining my senses and balance, I couldn’t maintain eye contact with my Queen.
“You want what you want and I want what I want. You say you want to set me free but I feel the same way. Look away if you want my Queen for there is only one way to settle this confusion.”
I turned and faced the six ponies who I hated more and more with each passing second. They saw what was coming but it was too late as I closed the distance to a few feet in between us. That is until the red stallion that came with them knocked me hard on my side.
“Nope!”
Enraged I tackled him to the ground trying to rip his fucking throat out but he was rather strong when faced directly. What I didn’t see coming in my blind rage was the six readying their attack with the elements of harmony.
The stallion jumped out of the fight just in time for the blast of rainbow light to hit me. I thought the visual spectacle was ridiculous until it hit my skin. It was much more powerful than the ritual those zebras performed on me. Every cell in my body felt like it caught on fire. Resounding howls of fury escaped my lungs. Then, everything went black.
The last thing I heard was that zebra say, “In the end, life returns to which it began. Full circle irony is its master plan.”
My Little Twisted Sweet Tooth
Not So Far From Equestria
There I was hurtling through time or space not knowing how to get myself out of this predicament. Sure, Minion would keep me alive through this but I have no means of getting back to Calypso's funhouse. Once again, I can barely move my body. Boys and Girls, do you still want that cold and lifeless hug? I still want yours.
I’m not sure how much time went by but it must have been short. I noticed a fast approaching light. It was a moon! A bright fucking moon next to a planet!
I really am in space, I thought.
This was the same damn thing Calypso did to those Outlaw siblings that won the first two contests. All I could was continue thinking due my inability to move. I could only await a rough impact with the bright sphere.
…Either I’m not going to survive this crash landing or this is going to really fucking hurt!
Boys and girls, would you believe me if I said a purplish cartoon-like horse came out of nowhere and saved me? I’m a crazy clown so it doesn’t matter either way. I'll be a good sport about it and not kill the thing right away.
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The world was vibrant with so much color disregarding the darkness of its own night. It was enough to make me puke. As she set me on the ground with some ethereal influence...magic?...she nearly yelled in a planet-shaking voice.
“WE DEMAND TO KNOW HOW A PEGASUS FLEW OUTSIDE THE LANDS OF EQUESTRIA! WHAT SAYEST THOU!?”
The resounding noise of its voice delayed my response in an attempt to regain focus.
“Pegasus? I’m nothing like…whatever the fuck you are. My presence has come from a distant star,” I replied.
…Did I just fucking rhyme?
She stared back at me coldly for quite a while then simply said, “We are going to assume thy insanity is from a lack of oxygen! Think twice about committing such a foolish act again! Next time, thou might not be so lucky as to have the aid of thy Princess!”
With that she flew off without further notice. Did she not take heed of anything out of the ordinary about me like maybe my head being on fire? Then again, I didn’t feel the burn but instead it was like I felt actual hair or nothing at all! I raised a limb up placing it on top of my head to make sure not feeling anything at first. Almost on cue my head and rear quarters were again set on fire burning my raised limb in the process. Boys and Girls, why the fuck is there a hoof where my hand should have been!?
The flying pony mentioned something about 'Pegasus'. The fuck does that mean? ...Pegasus? Noticing I was on all fours, I looked down and saw hooves had replaced my feet and hands. Calypso and his sick fucking jokes! I'll be glad once I kill the fucking freak! This is the last time that motherfucker humiliates me. If I ever get back, I will waste no time in taking his life!
It also seemed like I could flap something on my sides like extra appendages or something to which wings caught the corner of my eyes. I must be dreaming for this to be happening. Admittedly, it’s not the first time something strange happened to me…well, first time for this . Taking in the surroundings, I noticed a town behind me so that is where I headed. No talking horses were going about town at this time of night so I had some time to think about what occurred.
I almost had him! I almost had that motherfucker! I just need to find a way back. , I thought while wandering the streets. There was a chair next to a nearby park in which I decided to sit down in. The sun rose long before my mind settled down. Talking horses began filling the street referring to themselves as ponies. Their mindless gossip was making me edgy. They were talking about some Princess of the Night speaking out against some other pony. I got those familiar urges but, seeing as I didn’t know what this place was, I didn’t act on them. So, I walked out of that town and headed into what looked like a forest. The way I figured it, I could always kill them later.
Over the next few days, I would walk into town gathering any useful information to help my cause and learn more about the world I was now in. It struck me odd to find that these talking ponies were so humanlike. Damn were these things talkative too! Always commenting on how I was a fucking zebra! I had to hold back sudden urges every now and then. I did find out some useful information, though. Apparently, two princess ponies, Celestia and Luna, share the task of setting/raising the sun and moon. I had met the moon princess that night. There were also three major breeds of ponies: Earth, Pegasus, and Unicorn. Unicorns could perform that magic I had seen. So, that is what I needed to do; I needed to find a powerful unicorn to send me back to my world to kill Calypso for sending me here.
The task was easier said than done. All the unicorns in that town lacked the ability I desired and thought long-distance transportation was an impossible feat. Well, at least in the time I spent in this world I learned how to fly. It was rather well too. The bumps and scrapes in failed attempts was laughable. In the nights, my dreams made me feel like someone was watching me. It was as though my mind was open to this entity and it studied everything. Being a lucid dreamer, I called out to the darkness to challenge this entity's authority. I'm not going to sleep every night just be fucking watched! The days and nights passed in this manner with no progress made. My window of opportunity seemed to be closing. That is until a certain fated night – a Nightmare Night.
I must have been in that world for months by now seeking refuge in a clearing of the forest next to that village eating the critters that inhabited it for sustenance. I wasn’t a veggie freak like them! I wasn’t even supposed to be here! This one night I caught myself staring at a full moon - I had almost crashed into a while back - for the longest time. It was then I noticed a shadow creep along its surface in an almost foreboding way. In one particular moment, the shadow seemed to catch sight of me and disappear. Next, a purple puff of cloud swirled around me and seemed to be whispering something. I listened.
“Hear us traveler from a distant star. We didn’t believe thou at first, but we have seen thy dreams. Both consisting of violence and a longing to return. We can grant that request if thou are willing to repay the favor.”
I found it odd to be granting favors from clouds but needed a solution to get back to killing Calypso.
“I hear your soliciting and am now listening.”
“She and they have mocked us for the last time. Open war is inevitable. If thou dost join us, I will return thou to where thy came from. What sayest thou?”
Having held back my urges for so long, and given promise of this reward, I more than willingly accepted the offer.
“What must I do my queen? Whom shall I make for you scream?”
Serving as Nightmare Moon’s ‘Unspoken One’ was an enjoyable sport. She even gave me light sharp metal tips on my wings since I lacked hands. Her enemies feared my presence and few lived to tell the tale. Soon they caught onto my name from survivors and inside informants. They then began to call me ‘Twisted Sweet Tooth.’ Most of the time, however, this name was shortened to ‘Twisted Sweet.’ Only death followed in my wake. Boys and Girls it was glorious! Her enemies’ screams were my passion – their flowing blood my conviction. My Queen looked upon me with favor and I returned it tenfold. Not because I fucking cared for who she was in particular but I must had seen some of my own ambitions in her like a reflection of some sort. It came to the point where I would do anything for her. Me! Fucking Sweet Tooth! The irony!
What began as a military service turned into private conversations held with my Queen. She felt her cowardly and nicer side had been locked away so as to get revenge against those who trespassed her. I provided my own sympathies in detailing the event of clawing my way out of Marcus. These private conversations continued with me feeling some sort of reflective friendship with my Queen. Boys and Girls, the many stories I told her of my past acts had her rolling in fits of laughter! It is strange to say I felt good being around her. She, in turn, told me of her dreams and aspirations similar in respects to mine. We both would get revenge, take control, and exercise our deserved freedoms! It was the first time I've ever had a true friend, Boys and Girls. I'm sure she felt the same way. Hmm, a friend I'm not willing to kill at the moment...maybe never.
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After butchering a squadron of pegasi in midflight, my queen whispered in my ear.
“Canterlot is within our reach. However, many unicorns guard its walls. There is a gift I can give but only thou are able to receive it for the task in obtaining it is very trying.”
She guided me to some far away village to perform a ritual. The village was inhabited by zebra. It was here I learned about a dangerous ritual that seared the body’s flesh with magic so as to provide a tougher skin to it in the future. I thought it was silly to resort to some ancient ritual created by paranoid zebra that, at the time, didn’t understand and feared unicorn magic. I agreed to have it done seeing as how a permanent flame on my cranium was no different.
I was wrong.
It was a little worse than a flame on the cranium. As these zebra performed the ritual – searing my skin – I writhed in pain and screamed. It took a while for the ritual to complete as it was a process that took time…a whole day I think. I couldn’t scream anymore after the first hour and laid there roasting like a Thanksgiving turkey. Soon did I realize that the initial pain subsided as time went on. By the eighth hour - I’m just taking a wild guess as to the time that went by - it felt like nothing more than a first-degree burn. When the ritual completed, I lay on the ground for a long time re-gaining my energy. The surrounding zebra were ecstatic to find I survived it as many do not. They enjoy this? Who am I kidding? I did too.
Just then I noticed the full moon high above and simply smiled happy to do my Queen's bidding and earn her friendship.
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The battle at Canterlot raged long before I got there. Many were dead but just as many were still alive. My Queen and Princess Celestia were also in attendance engaged in their own fight. As I flew closer, I saw the enemy take notice of my presence.
“The Devil Pony, itself, is coming! Fight back against the Unspoken One! Take revenge for those fallen at its hooves!”
A group of unicorns answered the call with blasts from their horns only to be surprised when it had little effect. I could still feel something but only in blasts of stronger magic. As I drew closer, their shocked faces now beamed with fear. I remember the faces clearly as I snapped their necks and slashed their bodies with the metal tips on my wings given by my queen. They weren’t all helpless. So many of them tried to fight. I think they wanted to make it fun for me. Some screamed when I started to disembowel their fellow soldiers. Then came forth Celestia’s most favored student.
She had a blonde mane, sizable horn, and green eyes glistening like emeralds. Her stride carried an air of importance that demanded respect. Her countenance displayed reassurance in her abilities to stop me. I must kill her! Make no mistake she hurt me Boys and Girls with that magic she wielded. On top of that, I couldn’t catch the teleporting bitch.
Until she got tired.
Not everyone can keep certain levels of activity up forever, Boys and Girls. Sooner or later, fatigue will take its toll. Minion provides me with limitless energy so this is not an issue with myself. In one fell swoop I ripped that horn from her head with my bare teeth. She let out such a terrible scream that even Celestia took notice as I finished the job in snapping the student's neck. This is what threw her into a frenzy I suppose as she forgot her fight with my queen and headed straight towards me.
I was ready for it.
I was anxious.
She stopped midway, though, with six pieces of jewelry appearing around her. The blast hurtled me once again into space and back to my own world.
My Little Twisted Sweet Tooth
No More Needle in the Haystack
Waking up brought on many painful sensations as my body regained consciousness. It ached all over. Was I awake? I raised both hands to my face to make sure finding that my hands were hooves. With no energy or motivation to ponder this change, I lowered them both to rest on the ground. I must still be dreaming. It still feels like it. Lying on my back, I watched the clouds move along across a quiet morning sky. If this were some kind of dream, it was a bit relaxing considering all the chaos and torture my other side had put me through.
When I’m dreaming he’s awake, and when he’s awake I’m dreaming. To have a split personality such as mine would drive anyone to madness. The monster kills anything he can. All I can do is watch while my body commits atrocities one would only see in their worst nightmares. Rolling over to my side, I opened my own eyes to the colorful world before me. It appeared as though I was in some sort of clearing.
“W-Where am I...Wait, I remember all this through his eyes. All the horrible things he’s done. Why does he enjoy murdering so much?”
I shifted my legs in an effort to stand up and realized there were ponies staring at me from a fair distance. I knew what he did and didn’t know what to say. For now, I painfully got up to my feet.
The purple pony that I suppose he was calling his ‘Queen’ looked at me with much sadness in her eyes. Maybe she understood that he was gone forever just like I was now realizing it. I certainly didn't feel his presence inside me anymore. He may have been a killer...but he was her best friend…now he was gone forever. It was silly of me to be thinking about him like this as he took everything from me. Still, much sadness seemed to weigh heavily in the air. Can a killer really be loved? I didn’t want to think about; it made me sick to my stomach knowing all too well who he was...but still.
My eyes locked with hers and I watched as one tear after another fell from her eyes softly hitting the ground. The steady stream of sadness reminded me of the time I finally realized my inability to hold him back from harming my family. Many times I stared into our house's bathroom mirrors trying to hold back his advance. His intentions in harming my family were clear so I tried to drive them away for their safety. Regrettably, they stayed offering support but also in time to see the change. On the day he took full control, I could only weep and let it happen. I lost everything that day.
Nobody said anything for the longest time until…I suppose her name is Twilight spoke,
“Are you Marcus?”
I nodded.
There were a few minutes of silence after that but I felt like I had to say something before the silence drives me crazy. I turned to his ‘Queen’ and spoke what I felt to be the right words.
“I saw everything through his eyes. I know all there is to know about him. He never cared about anything or anyone. I can guarantee that. That is...until he met you. There was…something he saw in you like himself…maybe that was Nightmare Moon…but he did care very deeply about you. I've never seen that monster ever care about having a friend. But he found one in you. I'm very sorry that he's gone. Not for myself, you see, but for you. From your many tears, I'm assuming you feel the same way about him.”
“I know. He was always there in our darkest hour,” her eyes once again filled up with tears when she said this. “Many times have we been betrayed in our life. He stood by our side through the worst of it. Our relatable afflictions provided comfort in each other's company. Many joyful nights were spent in sharing stories, laughter, and sympathy. Those occurrences will remain but a memory; a keepsake of good times never to return. It is a loss that will weigh heavily on our shoulders for many years to come. We think it is time to take our leave-”
“-Wait! I really have to say something…to everyone here. I’m really sorry for everything he’s done - was going to do - to you all. I…really just want it to be clear I am not him. He took everything from me: my family, my life, my dignity, my very existence! He might have been there for you in those long lost nights, but I don't feel the same way due to how he cruelly took my family away. I will never get my family back only to carry memories of something gone forever. Due to all the murder and mayhem caused by him, I can’t truly tell if I’m dreaming right now. Every time I’m ‘awake’ I’m confused and lost like it is all still a dream. I'm sorry about what he was going to do - and has done. Blame me for everything he did. I’ll accept it gladly. I…am just so sorry and want to thank you all for doing what I couldn’t do…getting rid of the demon. If there is ever anything I can do let me know - anything at all. Maybe, in a different life, things could be different. Maybe my family would still be with me! Maybe you all could have been my friends…maybe I could have been your friends...maybe...maybe not...”
I started crying and walked away trying to leave the mess behind. I've had enough of losing everything to him.
I walked for a good hour or so into the forest which was pretty scary to say the least. There seemed to be eyes everywhere watching my movements. If I were to die right now it wouldn’t matter. I had nothing – all taken. What good is life when you have nothing to live for having it all taken away? Soon I came upon a pond and saw my reflection in it…well, that strange zebra was looking back and not my own two eyes. I started to miss my daughter, son, and wife so much. They were the only thing in the world (my world) that ever mattered. The cruelty of life knows no bounds I suppose. Slapping a hoof against the water, I watched as ripples distorted the reflection.
Just then, I heard rustling behind me and expected the worse.
It was the pink pony. I’m not sure what she wanted. However, I figured it wouldn’t hurt anything to hear her out.
“Your name is Marcus, huh? I knew a Marcus once but he’s not here anymore. He left…a long time ago without saying goodbye. I-I don’t want that to happen again. Is it okay if I sit down?”
“Yes. I’m not sure why you would want to sit next to a killer though.”
I slapped the water again to watch the ripples distort the reflection once again. She sat down next to me and stared at the pond and I did the same.
“You’re not a killer! You said it yourself! It was him doing the killing with you trapped inside. Did you really see everything he did?”
“When he first took over, no, I did not. Though I did witness him murdering my wife, brainwashing my son, and trying to kill my daughter. Over time, our minds melded I guess. I saw every atrocious thing he did from that point forward. There are so many images I will never be able to get out of my mind. I don't even need to dream in order to recall those agonizing screams crying out for mercy only to brutally silenced.”
“That’s terrible but, you know, now that he’s gone you can start over!”
“Not really. I have nothing. No family…no close ones…no friends…”
“I’ll be your friend.”
I'll be your friend. Those simple words took me by surprise. My despair immediately left with a slight pang of happiness. She looked at me. I looked back at her. Quicker than I could respond, she gave me a very tight hug to which I hesitated at first to return. However, I really needed a friend and would be proud to call her one.
“…My new best friend…thank you…” I wrapped my arms around her and returned the hug with a stream of tears making its way to the ground. We sat like that for a while. I really felt like she knew me. It felt like having a sister.
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I returned to the town with the pink pony, Pinkie Pie. All the ponies were surprisingly accepting of me considering what I – he – had done. Make no mistake as they did keep their distance but, nonetheless, they greeted and talked to me. I apologized everywhere I went. There was not much else I could do. Twilight contacted Luna and Celestia who both agreed to send me back to my world. It was for the best. Before being sent back, I said my final farewells to my new friends especially Pinkie Pie. She let me know that she would never forget me and I reciprocated the favor.
Back in my world, I could feel all of Minion’s powers still flowing through me though after that they faded in time. Sweet Tooth spawned when Minion possessed my body but the elements of harmony apparently destroyed him as well. Well, maybe not ‘destroyed’ as he was a demon after all. Maybe exorcised is a better word. The first order of business was to free everyone that participated in Twisted Metal.
There would be no more games.
It was very strange when all the contestants were released in the same room. I think I should’ve put more thought into that. Everyone stared at each other for quite a while expecting something to happen. Nothing did. It was probably because most of us wanted it to be over. No one said anything to each other but simply left the room one by one. What could one say in a situation like that? Well, there was one who said something but only to me – Mr. Grimm (the grim reaper).
He walked up to me in stop motion movement that put me on edge. It wasn’t slow either but rather quick.
"So he’s dead? I can no longer feel his presence in you." He said this without moving his jaw in what sounded like a deep animal growl.
“Yes…he’s gone.”
“Good. I’m going to revive your family and those killed in these contests.”
He said this and abruptly turned around and started to walk away.
“Really? Thank you.”
His head snapped around so quick it made me jump a little.
With flames coming out of the eye sockets he said, “I’m not doing this for you!! It’s my fucking job!! Some bastard thought it wise to steal my job, my powers, and fuck everything up!! Now I have a big fucking mess to clean up!!”
He was out the door quicker than I had time to come up with a response.
My family came back. There they were right before my very eyes: my wife, my son, and my daughter. They were scared to come near me so I had to convince them that their husband/dad was not a scary monster anymore. I gave them a hug that I never wanted to end. It felt just like hugging Pinkie Pie. I had my family back and that was all that mattered.
My children grew up and had grandchildren of their own. They came over to my house once in a while to spend time with me. We did things like biking, fishing, and watching movies. One day I turned on the TV for the kids to watch. I came across reruns of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and watched it with the kids. At one point, Pinkie Pie stopped in her tracks and it seemed like she was looking at the audience.
It was undeniable. She was looking at me!
A big smile came across her face as she waved her arm back and forth quickly. I smiled and waved back.
Thank you for being my friend when I needed one the most.
