I want you gone by sunset

by ARandomMLPFan

Rating: teen
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Length: 888

"Maybe this little guy could help me….maybe he can disintegrate the anti-social personality and make myself more…enjoyable.

He has till sunset to make it work, or else others will worry about me….and him. "

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-14 01:05:35 UTC

A Pony

In Ponyville, everything is calm and delightful, sure there are up and downs in their lives like with Nightmare moon years ago, Queen Chrysalis, and Discord’s attack a couple months ago. Twilight Sparkle as continued on with her studies and letters to Celestia with Spike the baby dragon still by her side day after day. Pinkie Pie still had her rather rare themed parties twice a week and was wacky as ever, insanely with violence every once in awhile and joyfully, involving her element “laughter”. AppleJack continued her days on the Apple farm with her relatives, business has been going smoothly and no rotten apples have been sold surprisingly, making each and every pony happy. Rarity’s fashion design business has been booming for her as well, each day getting less stressful as the fashionable pony finally found a schedule to suit herself through the day. Rainbow Dash -being one of the fastest fliers out there- has constantly gotten autographs from the Cutie Mark crusaders and other fillies throughout the day, each day she practiced her sonic rainboom and cleaning out the clouds faster and slicker than any other Pegasus out there. Fluttershy still spends her time in the forest with all of the lovely little animals that swarm around her cottage, each giving her gentle kindness each day.

But, deep into the Enchanted forest, where unknown creatures and darkness roamed and lived among the misshapen trees lived one.

A small tree house, messily built from garbage and scrap wood hung in the a tree by a bridge the main six walked that one day to the protect and search for the elements of harmony. Inside the tree house however is a different story, a pale unicorn laid in a hammock, with grey hair tangled up and her crystal  eyes lowered as she began to wake up. A small curse was muttered as she got out of the hammock and did her daily stretches until she heard the right amount of cracks within her bones.

The pony sighed as her eyes glazed around the room, in every square inch of the wall hanged a splattered painted painting, some with cooler colors or warmer colors than others. The ones that the pony hung were hung neatly while the scrap were piled in the corner, waiting for its new destiny as wood for the outside fires. But today wasn't the day to use it though, outside this morning it was pouring rain.

“.....Great.” Splatter Art muttered sarcastically.

There were two things about rain, one good one bad for Splatter Art. The good thing was that it helped the plants and fueled the rivers, lakes ,and oceans, helping every pony survive. The bad thing was it could make you sick if your don’t have the right supplies for protection and it sends leaks into the tree house quite easily. Splatter Art quickly got some rusty buckets from the corner and put them where all the leaks dripped from the tarp ceiling. Once her daily task was done, she walked over to a small mirror and pulled out a hairbrush, quickly brushed her mane, put on her daily sack she wore everyday, and climbed down the latter.

“Rain rain, why don’t you go away today?” She muttered to herself as she pulled out a new umbrella and used her magic to hold it above her head as walked to the closest town to the Enchanted forest, Ponyville.

Everyday in the morning until it reached noon she had a schedule of going into Ponyville for essential items. She had made some “friends” as she walked through each store for help. Her expression always stayed monotone its she talked to the workers and the owner, never showing the slight bit of happiness that threaten to take its place upon her face. But, the owners still appreciated the slight different reality she brought in each day, it gave their inner darker side something to gnaw on for the day. Fluttershy is the only ones that is closer to Splatter Art. Both of them lived tree-infested palace full of animals, but at different location and the “animals” are rather different.

The dirt road beneath the unicorn’s hooves squished and squashed Splatter Art walked to the town, not helping her a lot as animals were still roaming around the forest. There was no other safer route to Ponyville but this one.

“If only I could fly, then coming there and back would be a piece of cake, but being a unicorn has its place in me so I guess it will have to do.”

Splatter Art had a bad habit of muttering every now and then. She never found a point of yelling or screaming at everybody because well, there was no point into. The receiver of the conversation wouldn't have a problem hearing you if you yelled, but it would get annoying once in awhile.

She really was a rather a quiet pony.

A small whimper from the forest repeated itself and rang through the pony's ear drums. Splatter Art stopped in her tracks, whipped her head around and glared into the forest, looking for any signs of life anywhere. In the distance between two trees laid two sad light blue glowing eyes staring at her, she knew who they belonged too.

A Changeling.