The Life of Two Murderers

Everything flashed before my eyes. The Cloudsdale catastrophe. The fall of me. My life ending in one hit. When I was possessed and killing that innocent pony. Hearing her cries and the gurgles of blood going down her cheeks. How it all stopped suddenly.

I sat there on the cold pavement, crying in sorrow of what I did. Can you imagine a cute, yellow Pegasus pony killing another pony? Well, you can certainly imagine a pink, party pony doing that!

Anyways, I was now in shock of everypony's favorite pink mare being the way she is now. Was she like this when we were all friends? Where is this chamber at anyways? Is it under the Canterlot Castle? Or is it under Raritys house?

If it is, I don't want to find out.

Pinkie Pi- I mean Pinkamena, was walking over to the table. She grabbed a pink ribbon and walked back over to me. Grabbing the butcher knife out of my hooves, she spoke to me.

"So, Flutters," she began, wrapping the ribbon around the handle, " How was your daaaay?"

I just sat there, amazed as to how she can act like this is a normal day to day basis. It then came to my attention, that she was giving the butcher knife back to me.

"What's this? No. No, I-I can't take this. I'm a monster. Stay away from me." I said, noticing the tone of my voice low and not so cute anymore.

Not like the show.

" Awww it's ok. I'm a monster too. We're in this together. And now, you can live with me!"

"You? A monster? But, your a party pony. A lovable pony. Not a-"

Just like that, the room got better lighting as it came into view. You should know what it looks like. That center piece with the pony heads. The banner made of skin that reads "Life is a Party" It was covered in blood.

"This is my basement. Every day, I come down here and pull out a number from that jar." Pinkamena pointed her hoof at a big jar in the corner of the room.

It was a crystal kind of jar and it had small strips of paper to about a quarter way to the top. It was on a crimson red desk that was, i guessed, painted with dry, clotted blood. Next to the jar was a candle and a journal like notebook, made from pony skin, looked like Silver Spoons . It had every ponies name on it and next to their names, where numbers. The most resent one was #8643

Beach Berry.

Before I could look at the one that said #666, Pinkamena closed the book. She gave me the 'Don'tlookatitorIwillskinyoualive' look. I told myself:

'Just back away Fluttershy, just back, the fuck, away.'

I walked over to the tabe which still had Beach Berry on it. It startled me on how much I have just ruined. This shitty pit is now my home. I didn't like that at all. It smelled down here of rotting flesh and had a dark vibe coming in. This was terrible! My whole life, gone. All thanks to that stupid "Tradition" or waeva.

"Well if your gonna stay for as long as you live, you need a place to stay." Pinkamena said as she gathered the rest of Beach Berry. She put them in the corner of the room with other buckets covered in guts and hooves and things. Gross. Pinkamena then opened the door out of the basement and gestured me out.

"Well," Pinkamena said with a giant smile.

"Coming?"