Sanity

by Lonepone

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Gore, Princess Celestia, Dark
Length: 3142

What happens when ponies go insane?

This collection of short storys will explore what would happen if a pony were to go insane, and how that would effect Equestria. What I'm going to do is write a collection of short storys (each only one or two chapters) on how a certain pony would go insane, what they'd be like and how they'd act, a glimpse in their head as they're insane, and what the concequences would be for Equestria. This is a collection of them, so they are all unrelated except for the topic. For example, what would happen if Princess Celestia went mad? And no, I won't be doing an insane pinky pie. That has been overused. But I shouldn't be one to preach on that subject.

Vinyl's story has grown and is now its own complete story, titled 'my perfect world'. I have cancelled this do to a project I am working on. I don't know if anypony has tried something this massive before, so I'm esctatic to see how it turns out.

Published 2013-03-06 09:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-06 09:40:01 UTC

Celestia

I sigh. With my attention split between ruling equestria, raising and setting the sun, and all of twilight sparkles shenanigans, all this has been wearing on my nerves.
I snap back to attention, I'm supposed to be listening to some mayor of some insignificant town talk about something that doesn't really involve me, he's just looking for some one to sympathize with him.

"No offense, sir, but does this really matter to me?" I snap at him.
He looks taken aback, trying to formulate a response. "Uh, uhm..." He stammers. I hate stammering.

"Stammering? Really? How unprofessional. Now hurry it up" I say. This isn't how I normally act, but it feels strangely good to be mean to somepony for once. All I do all day is sit and listen to all these petty squabbles of earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns. Do these ponies not know who they're talking to? I am a god. I am the basis of thier very lives. I give them thier light to live. I should be worshipped like the god I am, not have petty arguments brought to me.
But no, I care for these people, I help settle disputes before anything bad happens. And more importantly, I hold the peace between the three races of ponies. But a little appreciation would be nice every now and then.
The other pony in the room picks up I'm not paying attention to him. "I could come back later, if you please, your majesty" he says, bowing.

"Yes, please" I say. He gives me a strange look. I must not have answered as nicely as I normally do. I kill that look with a frown directed at its owner. He looks shocked, and quickly exits the room.
I walk out the back door, intending to go to my room and listen to a beautiful cello single done by a mare by the name of Octavia. That dark and angry part of me that has awoken today is still buzzing in the back of my mind. I hope some classical will cure that.

I'm walking down one of our, no, my spacious halls to my chamber, lost in my own thoughts, when I'm rudely interrupted.

"Sister!" A voice I know all to well shouts in my direction. Luna. She is still a ways down the hall from me, and just about everypony within a mile heard her.

I wait until we are much closer before responding. " yes, Luna, it's me. Did you find that so suprising that you had to shout down the hall at me!?" I ask her vehemently.

"I. I'm sorry. It's, just, it's been a while since I've seen you, I just wanted to say hi..." She whines. I hate it.

"Will you stop whining? It's so childish" I say with a frown.

That frown must have been more of a scowl, for Luna replies: " sister, what has happened to you? Are you alright?"

How dare she inquire after me like that. How I feel is how I feel, and she has no right to know that. "I am just fine. And stop
calling me sister, I know I am your sister. Call me by my name"

"What has happened, Celestia? This is not like you?" She pauses for a few moments, reading my face, thinking. "What has angered you so? You must keep your emotions to yourself better then this, they are getting the best of you" she says knowingly.

I push her away, roughly, saying " it is none of your concern, and who are you telling to keep better control of their emotions? Who was banished to the moon for a thousand years?!" I practically shout the last part at her. I look down, and see her laying on the ground from where I pushed her, tears in her eyes, guinenly hurt, both physically and emotionally.
I offer a hoof to help her up, but she ignores it, saying "you need help sister. Your anger gets the best of you"

I turn on her, anger written all over my face. I lean in towards her. "watch what you say, child" I say in a deadly whisper, just loud enough for her to hear. I look around, at all the ponies watching us. "Go on, I'm sure you all have better things to do then stare at us" they quickly disappear. I start walking back to my chamber.
I walk into my living room, and collapse apon the sofa.

"Good day, m'lady. Could I get you anything before I play for you?" A voice asks. It's Octavia, here to play her cello for me.

"Hard cider, ice cold" I say. "Please" I add as an after thought. Her face momentarily looks surprised, but then it is replaced by her normal calm mask of a face.

A few seconds later she returns, with a bottle of a dark amber liquid. I grab it, and take a large swig of it.

"Play me something... Soothing" I say.

She relies with the customary: " yes, m'lady"
She rests her cello against her shoulder, pulling the bow back and forth. A beautiful sound emits. It goes on like that for almost thirty minutes, before its interrupted by a letter appearing out of green flames. The cellist stops playing. I grab the letter. Twilight and her friends have released a monster from the everfree forest, threatening all of equestria, but thankfully, they stopped it before it destroyed the other half of equestria. So in other words, there was no reason to send me this letter.
How dare they bother me with something so trivial! I sit there and seethe, when I notice the cellist has stopped.

"Did I command you to stop!?" I shout at her.

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry, I'll get playing right away, m'lady" the young mare stammers. I hate stammering.

"Then shut up and DO IT ALREADY!!!" I shout at her again. She shuts her mouth mid sentence, and starts pulling the bow back and forth frantically. She plays for a minute, managing to form the semblance of a song from her frenzied stroking, when a string breaks. It creates an horrible din as it hits the other strings and the bow.
It's that noise, coupled with the cider, that tips me over the edge. I smile.

"Are you... Alright?" The frightened mare asks.

"Never been better, my dear" I say, approaching her. She backs away from me, into a corner, fearing me. Good. She should fear me. I am god!

She's cowering in the corner now, shaking, when I grab her by the shoulders, stand her up, and roughly push her into the corner.

"HEELLLP!!!" She screams at the top of her voice.

"Why, do you fear me?" I say to her. She doesn't say anything, but her eyes say it all. I grab her around the shoulders, and throw her bodily into the middle of the room. She lays there, to scared to move, to do anything but quake in fear, as I walk into the kitchen, grab a carving knife, and walk back.

As I walk back into the room, her eyes zero in on the knife. "Please, no, anything but" she softly whimpers.
"Don't worry, dearie, this will be quite fun, at least for me" I grab two strings from her cello, and tie her hooves behind her back. She does nothing to resist me, just stare into my eyes with hers, pleading with me to stop.

"Now, this will teach you to play correctly..." I look up and down her body. "Where should we start? I know. They say losing your cutie mark is the most painful thing in equestria. I'd like to find out". I put the tip of the knife against her right shoulder, and trace my way down to her right hip, to her flank, to her cutie mark. I put my knife parrelel to her side, and slowly dig into her flesh with it, going slowly, savoring the feeling of a sharp blade running through taught flesh. She's screaming now, a high pitched shriek. So I stop. I take my knife away from her flank, and replace it right on the tip of her nose.

"I can't have you screaming, now, can I?" I grab small pillow, and cram it in her mouth, tieing it in place with the last string. "much better" I say to her.

I return the knife to the original cut in her flank, but because of the blood, I can't find my cut. So I start a new one. I slice down and inwards, her body heaving and bucking under mine, as I pin her down. It's oddly intimate. I feel the fur of her coat rubbing against mine, her taught muscles straining to be free of my oppressive weight. I can feel her heart thudding against her rib cage, beating manically, full of fear. I feel the slick blood now, running between our two bodies, lubricating them. I continue cutting with one hand, and I smear my hand in the blood and wipe it on her face with the other.

"This'll teach you to play, bitch" I whisper in her ear.

The scent of blood is heavy in the room now. I'm sitting on the coach, enjoying the last of my cider, while orchestral music soars through my head. I look at the mutilated thing that used to be a pony, laying in the middle of the room before me. Both cutie marks on each hip sliced of, before I gutted her and exposed her ribs, showed to the light of day her lungs and heart, still breathing and beating. She went on like this for a few moments, before her heart gave out, and she slipped into pony heaven.

To bad, I still wanted to play. I guess I'll have to find a new playmate then.

My drink is empty, and so I look at my front hooves. They're smeared with blood and gore, staining them a dark crimson, almost black. I love that color on me.

Someone knocks on my door, and so I let them in. It seems like my new playmate has come to me, instead of the other way around. And my new playmate is...

Luna.

"Sister, I want to apologize for whatever I might have done wrong this morning, and to talk..." She walks into the room, and sees the evisecrated mass that used to be a pony laying there in the middle. I walk out of the shadows in the corner and say "hello sister. Wonderful day."

"What have you done! GUARDS!!" She shouts in her royal canterlot voice. I don't have much time.

"Won't you play with me?" I ask innocently.

"There is something terribly wrong with you!" She shouts shrilly. I slam and lock the door.

"There. Just me and you and some quality time. Isn't that what you always wanted?" I lunge at her with the knife, but she manages to knock it away at the last moment. I feint stabbing her in the heart, then I slip behind her, pull her against me, and put the blade over her neck.

"Shhhh... Luna, it'll all be ok. You'll see." I can feel her body quivering with fear up against mine, it's that same type of intimate contact like earlier, feeling a pony and knowing that you have their life in your hands. I put my other hoof around her throat, and slam her head head into the wall, knocking her out. I catch her limp body, and lower it to the floor as if she's the most precious jewel. Once she's laying nicely, I slit her wrists, nice and deep, making sure she'll bleed out.

I stop for a moment, and look at this bloody heap around me, look at the color the blood makes on my coat. That deep, satiny reddish black. I love that color on me. I want to be all that color. An idea pops into my deranged mind.

I put the tip of the knife against my stomach, and slash across, deep and wide. That feeling is like no other. It hurts, yet it feels strangely good. The red liquid comes pouring out, just like I wanted it to. I love that feeling. I put the knife higher this time, high on murder and pain, not thinking. I slash across, through my ribs, all the way across, like last time. Only now, the crimson fluid is poring out of one area in particular. It coats me in a vivid red sheen.

I lose the strength to stay standing, so I fall on my back, laughing with euphoria. I cough, unable to laugh now, and I taste blood. I look down on my ruined vessel that used to be my body, and I realize belatedly what that last cut did. I sliced my lungs and heart wide open.

I killed myself, and felt good doing it. I can feel myself slipping away into the void, and I let go. I pass on into the next life...

Author's Note

This has turned out much, much more gorier then I expected it to. I don't know whether or not the other entries will be as gory as this one, because I haven't written them yet.

Insane derpy

My full name is Ditzy Doo, but everyone just calls me derpy. I don't like that name.
I'm flying along in my own haphazard way, moving chaotically but managing to never hit anything. I tell my wings to fly straight, but they don't listen. Just like my eyes. My eyes look at whatever they want, instead of focusing in on what I need to be seeing.
Like now. With my wings out of control, and my eyes being mutinous, it's hard to deliver packages on time. Sometimes people get angry at me. I give them muffins to try ad make up for it.

But I know what they say behind my back, when they think I'm not paying attention. They call me stupid, retarded, mentally challenged, an idiot. It hurts me to hear these things directed at me. I have one friend though, Fluttershy. We are the only two dropouts from Cloudsdale. We can never return again.

Today is a special day, though. It's my birthday! Fluttershy is coming over to throw me a party. She should be here in an hour, so I take a nap for an hour.

The doorbell rings.

"Coming!" I shout down to the door. It's my favorite (and only) friend, Fluttershy! I fly down the stair case, only bumping into the wall twice. That's a new record.

I run into the door once before I manage to get it open.

"Hello Ditsy. How is your day?" She asks me politely.

"Absolutely wonderful! Here, have a muffin!" I say, pulling a muffin out of thin air. She looks surprised for a moment, before excepting it and taking a bite out of it.

"Delicious!" She says. She looks behind her and motions for somepony to come forward. It's Pinkie Pie.
"Oh. Hello Pinkie!" I say. I wish it was just me and Fluttershy, but its nice to have Pinkie around. I can see why Flutts would would bring Pinkie here. We both love baking and breaking physics. But I would have loved some alone time with Flutts.
"HI! How are you? That's good!" She says before I can even reply.

"Please, come in" I say, ushering them into my disorganized, disheveled abode. They walk in, and Pinkie brings in the biggest, most splendid cake ever, in the shape of a muffin, with the words 'Happy Birthday, Ditzy!' Written in big, yellow letters.
"Here, I'll take that" I say, grabbing the cake and walking into the kitchen. I look at the table, which is cluttered, so instead I place it on the counter. The edge of it is hanging off, but it looks steady so I leave it.

I walk back into the living room, and sit with Pinkie and Flutts. We sit and talk for a little bit, and then they give me my presents. I look at them, and say, from my heart "thank you so much, you two. Your my only friends" I open them up, and see what I got. Pinkie gave me a recipe book on muffins (I will definitely use this later!). It's then that I open Flutts present. It's a cards, with a very pretty muffin design, and I open it. It has, written in Fluttershys nearest writing.

To a special somepony, who has been my friend ever since we dropped out of school together. You have been with me through thick and thin, and you are my best friend, and even though you may be a bit of a clutz, I love you all the more for it.
This is the best present anypony has ever given me. Those words cause me to realize how much I feel for her, as more then just a friend. But the fact that she called me a clutz stings.

It is at that precise moment that the cake in the kitchen decided to fall. We race into the kitchen, and observe the mess.
"What are you, an idiot? Ditzy, come on, even you should be able to know not to put something like that on the edge of a counter" I have to look to make sure the pony who said it is who I think it is. It is. It's Fluttershy. My Flutts. The mare that I loved, and I thought loved me back. But appeantly not.

My eyes are caught by something shiny. The knifes in the knife rack. My mind does the math.
Knife+me+memories of everyone who ever called me names=revenge. Bloody revenge. I can already feel the grip of the handle surrounded by my hoove, stabbing into the fragile body of a pony.
I force the thought down.

"It's fine" I say, even though its not fine. "I should've paid more attention" I say to Fluttershy, who just realized what she said, and what she did, by rejecting me. I console her by saying, "it's fine. I just need to be more careful."
The rest of the night passes normally, but for the rest of my life, I have that feeling. One more devistaring thing, and I lose. And then no one, not even Celestia, will be able to stop my rage and blood lust. And I'm just waiting for that day to come, and something sharp to catch my eye again.

Author's Note

Hey if this one sounds odd its because I was trying to make it sound like we were inside derpys head, directly hearing her thoughts. It was also kinda hard to keep gore outta this one.

Enjoy!