TWISTed Revenge

Bullying… we witness it every day and it not always easy to avoid; not even in a land filled with colorful, magical ponies.

In a city/town like Ponyville, not all residents are as nice as a basket full of sweets. Take the two uppity young fillies Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon for example. They’re not sisters, but their best friends and they both come from rich families. The only problem they both have is… that they both spoiled rotten. But there’s one thing that they love to do the most… picking on other foals that have no cutiemarks like they do; they call them blank flanks!

However, for one filly that already has her cutiemark, her business with the bullies remains secretly. Her name is Twist, an earth pony who always loves to think positively and also loves to play and laugh with her friends; mainly the Cutiemark Crusaders. Those three try every day to earn their cutiemark but had no major luck yet. This made them such enjoyable, easy targets for D. Tiara and Silver Spoon to tease them and verbally insult them any time they can.

Twist always wanted to help them as well as any other friend she had that was easily picked on, but she was always in the background and never found the courage to do anything. But unknown to any pony, a hidden anger was bubbling inside her just waiting to come out. Anger she has held back for so long because she never had the courage to express it. But pretty soon it would have to come out some time; and whenever it does… it won’t be pretty.

One day, Twist was walking with her Crusader friends; Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo. They were hanging out and laughing with each other; and then they were going into other ideas about what they have done to try and earn a cutiemark and what they could try next. Of course Twist was doing her best to keep their spirits up and showing her support.

“Don’t you girlth dare ever give up; you’ll get your cutiemarkth thoon enough!”

“That’s easier for you to say, Twist,” Apple Bloom responed.

“Yeah, you got yours already,” Sweetie Belle added.

“Maybe, but I’m juth trying to lift your thpirith up; unlike thothe other two jerkth that keepth picking on you guyth anytime they can.”

Scootaloo completely agreed, “Tiara and Silver Spoon really are jerks; they think they’re soooo popular and important just because they’re rich and have their cutiemarks already.”

“I almost feel like crying every time they insult us;” Sweetie Belle added, “their words are so mean.”

Twist just gave a low-eyed look seeing Sweetie Belle sobbing a bit; she felt a little guilty, “I really do wish to thand up for you guyth, ith juth that I can never bring mythelf to thaying anything to thop them! Every time they thay or do thomething mean or nathy, I get angry and upthet… but I never do anything.”

“Well don’t worry about it, Twist,” said Apple Bloom, “no need to look out for us; we can fight our own battles.”

“Yeah, just like y-you have,” added Sweetie Belle sniffing slightly, “Um… sorta.”

“Darn right!” shouted Scootaloo.

Twist still didn’t feel any less sorry though, “I know, I know; it’s juth that … every time they pick on you guyth or anypony elth, I alwayth feel the thudden urge to do thomething real nathy to them; thomething… that would put thothe two in their place!”

Scootaloo chuckled to herself while imagining, “Oh man, I would love to see you do that!”

“Hey, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon maybe be popular and rich… and they may say some nasty thangs,” stated Apple bloom, “but if they keep on going like this, they won’t any friends in the end; then we’ll see whose cryin’.”

Twist seemed to agree partially, “Yeah, maybe… but I thill wish I could do thomething.”

The four fillies walked around some more until they got to the cutiemark clubhouse, and the members were ready to go in and start planning.

Apple Bloom looked over at Twist and asked, “Wanna stay with us, Twist?”

“Nah,” Twist responded, “you girlths go on and do your cruthading thing; I’m going to go help out my Aunt Pretthel who’th here to look after me while my parentth are out of town.”

“Okay then,” said Apple Bloom with a smile, “see ya later, Twist.”

The CMCs waved at Twist as they saw her off. She was just smiling and trotting ahead with a little pep in her step, feeling so lucky to have such good friends like them. And since they didn’t have their cutiemarks yet like she did, she would always show her support and help them in any way she could.

But just then, when she was only some ways away from the clubhouse, she suddenly heard a huge splash sound; followed by the screams… of her friends.

“Oh no,” she thought, “I wonder what happened!”

She quickly raced back in their direction as quickly as she could, and when she got there, she witnessed what happen from behind a tree. The CMCs had opened their clubhouse door, and over the door was a tilted bucket; and below… all three crusaders were soaking wet. They were in a state of shock, and were shivering from their wet coats and the unfortunate cold wind.

“Oh man, y-y-you’ve got to be k-kidding me!” shouted Scootaloo, “Look at us; we’re s-s-s-soaking wet!”

Suddenly, the bucket from above came loose and fell right on top of Scootaloo’s head.
*BANG!*

“Ow! Wh-what the hay!?”

“Sw-w-w-weet Celestia, that’s c-c-c-c-c-c-cold!” said Sweetie Belle while shivering, “Rarity’s going to kill me if she sees me like this!”

Twist couldn’t believe it; someone had purposely placed that bucket full of water over their door to tip over and pour when the door opened. And what’s worse, Scootaloo got hit in the head by the bucket to boot! Twist felt furious inside from this; if this was a prank, she didn’t find it funny.

“W-w-w-who in their r-right p-pony mind would do th-th-this to us?!” questioned Apple Bloom.

Suddenly, they all heard nearby giggling; from voices that was all too familiar.

“Check it out, Silver Spoon, it’s the CMC wet flanks! Their flanks were blank, but now they’re blank and soaking wet!”

“OMG, Tiara, I can’t believe they actually fell for it!”

Twist’s eyes grew wide in shock, it was Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon; the very fillies she and her friends were just talking about. It seemed like they were the ones who did it; she should’ve known! Twist wanted to go over to them and set them straight, but again she chose to stay hidden while holding her anger in. But the more she watched, the angrier she got.

“Careful you three,” continued D. Tiara in her taunting voice, “you might end up catching a cold like that in this chilled air.”

The crusaders had turned around still shaking and saw who it was; and they became furious themselves.

“Wh-what the… you two!” shouted Apple Bloom, “You did this!?”

“We sure did,” said D. Tara with a little flourish, “It almost seemed like too much work to set it up ourselves; however, we like decided to do it anyway because we thought that it was going to be totally worth the labor… and you losers fell for it! And plus, we didn’t even plan on the bucket hitting one of you on the head; that was priceless!”

Tiara and Silver Spoon was suddenly on the ground on their backs laughing so hard at the CMCs humiliation. Suddenly, Apple Bloom found herself holding Scootaloo back by her tail to keep her from going at the bully duo.

“Let me g-g-go, Apple Bloom!” shouted Scootaloo furiously, “I’m going to b-b-buck both of their asses!”

“Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle gasped, “your l-l-l-language!”

“Yeah Scootawoo,” mimicked Tiara in Sweetie’s voice, “your l-l-l-language. Don’t you know that it’s like very rude to use such filthy words in front of elegant ponies like us?”

Twist was still behind the tree watching everything from afar, and she was getting majorly pissed. Her eyes got narrowed, her ears lowered, her teeth was clenching and her blood was boiling. She had stored up plenty of anger towards those two fillies for too long; so where was it all supposed to go?

Meanwhile, Scootaloo calmed down and got beside Apple Bloom, but it didn’t change how she was feeling right now.

“W-why did yall do th-th-this?” questioned Apple Bloom, “Don’t we put up w-with you two enough at sc-c-c-chool?”

“Yeah,” Tiara responded, “but what’s the fun in that when we can like humiliate you anytime we want?”

Still shaking, Sweetie Belle gathered some courage and tried to stand up to them, “You… y-y-y-y-you two better kn-knock it off or… o-o-o-r…”

Diamond Tiara gave her a snooty glare, “Or you’ll what… wittle crybaby?!”

Sweetie Belle tried to stay strong, but the embarrassment was too much on her and she plopped on her flank and started to cry out loud and tears were flowing from her face.

“You t-t-two are the worst!” shouted Apple Bloom in anger, “Just how can y-y-you two live with your bratty lives!?”

“We can do it pretty well, actually;” Silver Spoon responded, “Thanks for asking!”

The two fillies were giggling again, not caring about what the others thought about their prank; because to them, it was hilarious, and making Sweetie cry was a bonus.

Twist was now more furious than she ever was before. It was bad enough with their teasing at school or wherever they run into each other, but now what they did was… inexcusable to her and she was all ready to charge.

Diamond Tiara started to pace back and forth in front of the fillies to have some fun in insulting them even more.

“You three are the most pitiful, pathetic group of fillies that we like have ever seen. All your useless attempts of gaining your cutiemarks have fallen flat, yet you still think that you’ll be able to earn yours; fat chance! Ponies like you three will always be blank flanks your whole lives; why, because you’re stupid… dumb… and now… completely wet all over!”

Apple Bloom was just glaring at them feeling annoyed and torn inside, Sweetie Belle was still crying and Scootaloo was just trying to keep herself cool. Then as if right on cue, the two fillies both shouted out…

“CUTIEMARK CRUSADER MEGA-LOSERS!”

That was it, deep inside… Twist finally snapped. She finally couldn’t take it anymore; she had enough of hearing those two harass her friends like this. Her dislike for them was starting to turn into pure hatred and she was willing to do anything to them to get them to shut up. She appeared from behind the tree where she was hiding and was galloping towards them as she shouted…

“THUT… UP!!!!!”

The two fillies and the CMCs suddenly looked up in surprise and saw the source of the loud comment. By the time Twist was near in front of Tiara and Silver Spoon, she was panting heavily. She looked up and straightens up her slanted glasses as she fixated her hatred glare on them.

“I’ve juth about had enough of hearing you two idioth and your… your idiot thenaniganth!!!”

Apple Bloom was looking at Twist with concern. She was usually purposely quiet when they were around, but this was completely different.

“Twist?”

“Well, well,” said Tiara annoyingly, “if it isn’t the four-eyed loser nerd. What’s the matter, you finally couldn’t stand us insulting your so called friends with no cutiemarks?”

“Wait a minute, Tiara,” said Silver Spoon, “I wear glasses just like her!”

“Yes Silver Spoon, but you are not a nerd or a loser, just a winner… like me.”

Silver Spoon took a sigh of relief, “Oh, okay then.”

“Do you two ever get tired of hearing each other talk,” said Twist in a lowly pissed manner.

“Not really,” Tiara said sarcastically, “but we are getting tired of that stupid voice lisp of yours. You should like try getting rid of that soon; oh wait, you can’t. I totally forgot that it’s in your nerdy nature.”

Twist was getting angrier and angrier with every insult they made towards her. Sure she had her cutiemark, but it didn’t make the words any more tiresome to hear.

“You two think you’re thooo thmart, don’t ya,” said Twist with an expression of major annoyance, “You think that you’re better than anypony elth becauth your popular, rich, and you have your cutiemarkth!” She suddenly stomps her hoof out of anger making the two fillies jump a bit, “Well geth what… you’re not! I’m tho thick and tired of you two alwayth picking on my friendth; the… the very wordth coming from your mouths maketh me wanna puke!”

Despite Twist making a different approach towards them, Tiara didn’t seem unfazed, “Oh like, what do you care anyway? It’s not like you actually try to do anything to stop us; you and your ridiculous frizzy hair.”

“Yeah,” said Silver Spoon smirking, “you’re nothing but a… a chicken; too scared to speak up for anypony!”

All three crusaders were starting to feel worried for Twist; after all, just a few minutes ago she explained to them of how she felt towards Tiara and Silver Spoon and how she wanted to put them… in their place. They knew that Twist or her and her family could be in legal trouble if this turned into a fight.

Twist’s body was shaking with pure angst, and she was staring them down hard with eyes full of a dark intent.

“You have no idea… how much I want to buck you both in the mouths right now… and ruin your smug little rich faces.”

Silver Spoon did appear to shake a bit under pressure, but Diamond Tiara wasn’t scared. She knew Twist wasn’t the fighting type… no matter how angry she could get. She smiled mischievously as she walked up to Twist and placed her face right in front of hers.

“You want to buck me in the face so badly, then like do it; go ahead and lay it on me, super nerd. I dare ya.”

Twist really wanted to do it; she wanted to lay out Tiara and her little follower right there and now. But luckily for them both, Twist just said nothing… and did nothing.

“Ha, just as I thought,” scoffed D. Tiara, “nothing but a big fat chicken; too much of a wimp to do anything.”

She then purposely raised her hoof and flicked Twist’s glasses right off of her angered face and they landed right in the dirt. Tiara just chuckled to herself and walked on by Twist who could do nothing but stand there and feel furiously sorry for herself.

“Well, we had our good laugh, we should head home now; away from this… looooser fest.”

“Ha, ha, loser fest;” shouted Silver Spoon in amusement, “good one, Tiara!”

Tiara looked back at the sneering CMCs as she and her friend walked off, “See ya tomorrow, wet flanks!”

“Ugh, those two are really asking for it,” shouted Scootaloo as she was shaking some more water off of her, “I’d like to pour cold water all over them!”

“Are you g-g-oing to be okay, Twist?” asked Sweetie Belle concerning.

Twist’s teeth were bared and she was slightly tearing out of anger as she slowly went over to her glasses and wiped the dirt off. She slipped them back on her face and then answered Sweetie’s question.

“I’m fine, but thothe two… they detherve far worthe than thoaking wet fur. Those inthecth need to be taught a lethon… a permanent lethon.”

Apple Bloom felt a little unsettled from Twist’s words and the pissed tone of her voice.

“Yeeeeah…,” Apple Bloom responded, “Well, come on Crusaders; it just so happens that I have a blow dryer inside the clubhouse. We can just dry off here!”

“Oh thank celestia,” shouted Sweetie Belle, “I f-f-feel better already!”

“That is a weird coincidence,” said Scootaloo, “At least we can continue our crusading without any more… disturbances.”

They all were about to walk into the clubhouse until suddenly Twist shouted out, “Are you guyth theriouth?! That’s it?! You’re not going to do anything elthe?! They’re getting away; don’t let them get away with thith!”

“Twist, calm down,” Apple Bloom responded, “It’s just water; no pony got hurt.”

“Speak for yourself,” said Scootaloo as she rubbed her head from being hit by a bucket.

“Look, the point is that it’s nothin’ to get worked up fer; so don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, we’ll be f-f-fine,” said Sweetie Belle wiping her eyes, “See, I’m not even crying anymore.”

That really didn’t matter to Twist at this point, she wanted something done to them that would make them regret to ever insult her and her friends.

“Don’t worry about it; don’t worry about it?! Do you guyth even hear yourthelfth?! Thoth two prickth just majorly inthulted me and had the nerve to put their thinking hooves on my glatheth; and they made you three look tho… thupid! I’m not thaying that you guyth are thupid, but yall need to realize that they are not going to thop! If you don’t do anything about thith, they’ll juth keep mething with you! They need… to pay… NOW!!!”

Apple Bloom knew that Twist was just blowing off some steam and came down to her still partially soaked to comfort her, “Let it go, Twist; it’s fine. Don’t hurt yerself over this. Those two are gonna pay in some way one day, but going about this irrationally could lead to our own misfortune; especially since they have advantages of being rich. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon probably know this too since they’re so confident in not getting in too much trouble. You understand, right Twist?”

Twist suddenly pulled away from Apple Bloom and began walking away still feeling a great deal of anger in her soul, “Yeah… I get it. Have fun with your cruthading.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?!” Sweetie Belle shouted out.

“Yes; I promith!” Then Twist hid her pissed expression as she continued to walk off, “I’m… perfectly fine.”

They all knew that she wasn’t fine at all, but they also knew that she would be okay eventually once she got it off her chest.

“Poor Twist,” said Sweetie Belle sadly, “she’s taking this pretty hard, isn’t she?”

“Don’t worry, she’s Twist;” Scootaloo replied, “She’ll be fine, you’ll see.”

Apple Bloom nodded in agreement, “She’s right, Sweetie. Now come on, we need to dry off before we really do catch a cold.”

For all the CMCs knew, Twist could’ve been storming her way right towards the troublesome duo to get revenge, but they knew she really wouldn’t do that; and luckily, she didn’t. Still holding a huge amount of anger and hatred of the two rich fillies inside her, Twist was storming her way back to her house/ candy shop. She did her best to keep on a straight face as she made her way there, but every thought that went in her head about today’s encounter with the filly bullies just made it too hard for her to keep a straight face.

She did make it without anyone being suspicious, and as she walked inside, she was greeted by her Aunt; the one watching her while her parents were out of town.

“Oh, why hello Twist,” she said with a gleeful smile, “Back from being with your friends I see. So… are you doing okay?”

Twist didn’t seem to look at her straight in the eye as she just stomped by her and was headed towards her room, “I’m doing juth fine, Aunt Prethel,” she responded in a lowly manner, “I’m going to my room for a few minutes… don't bother me.”

Pretzel was looking rather concernedly in Twist’s direction as the little angered filly went up to her room and slammed the door behind her. She felt that something weird was going on, but then she just smiled awkwardly and called out…

“Um… okay. Holler if you need anything!”

Twist actually didn’t mean to speak that way to her; in fact she really loves her and her Aunt loves her back. But unfortunately, Pretzel was a little on the ditzy side and wasn’t always aware of certain situations… like Twist’s strange behavior.

Twist had locked herself in her room and started to take out all of her frustrated anger inside there. She threw some her
stuff around, bucked things down with her hind legs and was yelling out what she really felt about her hated pair of fillies.

“I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEIR FREAKING GUTH!”

At one point, she picked up a valuable diamond gem that she had and held it up with her hoof. But then she stopped for a second to catch her breath; but as she did, the words of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were suddenly relapsing in her head.

“Four-eyed loser!”

“Super nerd!”

“Such a chicken.”

“Looooooser fest!”

“Too much of a wimp to do anything.”

She couldn’t stand those re-occurring words in her head; her mind was on the verge of going completely mental. She suddenly shouted out in frustration…

“I… I wish… I WISH THEY WOULD BOTH JUST DIE!!!”

Then with all her might, she threw her diamond gem at a wall… surprisingly expecting it to shatter upon impact. But instead, the gem ricocheted off the wall and slammed right into Twist’s forehead… causing her to fall down on the ground in immense pain.

“OOOOOOOOW!!!” she screamed out loud.

She slowly got up onto her flank and was holding her hooves on her forehead slightly tearing from the searing pain, “Thweet thelethia that hurt!”

Suddenly, she heard a light noise in front of her that sounded like a water droplet. When she opened her eyes and looked down, she did see a droplet… but it was red colored. When she looked up in front of her, she was in front of her bedroom mirror; and she gasped suddenly when she noticed a thin line of red liquid coming from her forehead, between her eyes and all the way down to her snout. Her eyes widened, and her heart was racing out of pure shock. Her hooves were trembling as she took them of her forehead and saw the red liquid smeared all over them.

“Am I… I’m… I’m bleeding! Oh thweet thelethia I’m bleeding!”

The poor little filly was freaking out and panicked over the sight of her own blood leaking out of her; she was starting to lose her mind as she just sat there with her whole body shaking and her sanity slipping away. But then… it soon occurred to her; her newly open wound that was causing her sudden pain and the warm blood that was flowing from it… it was from the gem that she threw out of frustration of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon’s bullying. She soon started to wonder… does that mean that they did this to her; are they the cause of her to spill her own blood?

Staring at her little puddle of blood on the floor, a sinister glint shined across her glasses, and her angered frown suddenly turned into a slight little smile as she just chuckled to herself and then used her hoof as she started to draw a neat little scribble of the cutiemarks of the two rich fillies with her own blood.

“They think I’m a thuper nerd, do they?” she said to herself sounding slightly insane, “Think I’m too much of a wimp to do thomething, huh?!”

Once she was done with her little masterpiece, she then raised her hoof up in the air and then slammed it down upon it; causing tiny trickles of the red liquid to splatter around her area. She looked at the splattered picture of the cutiemarks and her creepy smiled turned back into an expression of… vengeance.

“Oh, we’ll juth thee about that.”