A deadly memory

by SgtPlot

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark
Length: 824

frostbite goes on a killing spree

Frostbite Did not feel welcome in ponyville. He felt alone and nothing but his knife and his Picture of his mother who died when he was just a colt to comfort him. over time he starts to change and goes into a bloodthirsty killing spree.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-26 01:05:49 UTC

FirstBlood

First Blood

Chapter 2

The next month the voices came back but much worse.

The said things like befor  Kill them all  and  Drink their blood.

But this time I wanted to listen to the voices.

I wanted to do everything the voices wanted me to do

Every last one..

But i tried to resist

.

It was a round night time when all of this happened so did what i normally do every night.

I started to play around with my knife swinging and stabbing the air but more violently than usual.

The knife slipped from my hoof and cut me a little bit.

I did not flinch i just watched the cut.. I watched it bleed.

the sight of blood it made me smile it made me feel better,It made me feel normal.

But little did I know that everything was going to change..starting from that night.

After waking up here and there during the night morning rolled around.

Everything seemed normal everypony did not know who I was or why i’m here.

I felt like going near Fluttershy’s  cottage to relax and just be alone with all of the animals.

its like my home away from home.

but this time i did not go there to be alone with the animals I wanted to see blood.

I went to my spot by the river by a small stream.

I just watched the river for some time and then i started to see another me.

it looked like me with a black mask with a poorly made white smile on it.

then the reflection started to talk.

This is you....Look at yourself and all of its glory...This is who you are...Embrace the voices and they will show you---

I threw a twig at the reflection in the river and the reflection returned back to my self.

The voices came back this time i did not resist them I let them talk..I let them tell me what to do

pulled out my Knife from my saddle bag and just looked at it and started to smile

A little bunny came up to me and nudged my leg.

I looked at it and started to pet it.

then I just looked at it for some time..

Then I drove my knife right through the neck of the bunny.

The bunny started to yelp and scream and gushing out blood.

I started to crack a crooked  smile and let out a giggle.

The bunny continued to scream for a few seconds and slowly stopped squirming and died

And from that day on I let the voices take over.

A deadly memory

A deadly memory

Death.. death is a scary thing... but yet enjoyable..to watch..

I have done many things...made many ponies suffer...and here I am laying on the ground bleeding to death... heh... its kind of funny I had feelings for the one I was going to kill.. I hesitated and they took the chance to stop me..to strike me down..

My name is frost and this is my story.

It all started about three months ago.

I was having a really off day like nothing was going my way.

Everything i tried to do just went to shit.

everyone just looked at me oddly like “who is he?” or “why is HE here?”

Every time I tried to communicate with other Ponies they just walked by like i was not even there.

The only thing that could keep me sane was my little picture of my mother and i when I was just a colt, and my knife.

As the month went on it got worse and worse.

As always I just went into my room, played with my knife and then looking at my picture crying myself to sleep.

Thats when the dreams started, Dreams of death, blood and slaughter.

At first i woke up crying screaming for my mother for hours on end but Then realized shes has been dead for years now.

After having the same dream of myself covered in blood with a crooked smile and laughing holding my knife in one hoof and my picture in the other,I Started enjoying it.

The next day is when things started to change.

I did not normally go through the unwelcome feeling i started to feel normal in the town.

I was happy for once i haven't been happier since the welcome party that pinkie threw me.

But something in the back of my head was saying to kill them all.

I did not understand why this was happening I was happy and felt welcome.

The voices did not stop.

They got worse day by day.

The voices were relentless Kill them all they said  drink their blood  they wanted me to do.

I resisted so much... I fought so hard to stop the voices but Eventually they stopped.

I thought I won I stopped the voices.

I’ll be happy once again.

I was dead wrong.....