Chapter 1: Failure At His Worst
Writing Death
By: xscout159xx
Inked Quill was a not-so-popular writer in Ponyville. At the moment he was struggling with taxes and was getting little to no money from his books so he was trying his hardest to get another job. Every night he prayed to Celestia, asking her to help him with his work and let his books sell so he can keep his home.
His prayers were never answered.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!
Quill's alarm clocked blared through his tiny house. He groaned and slammed his hoof on the clock, stopping the now insufferable beeping. "Dammit. Another day for me to be a failure." Quill was never enthusiastic about his life and how he rarely succeeded. This was probably brought on by the fact his parents never truly accepted their son as a writer. Lazily he sat up in his bed and scanned his tired eyes around the room. His bed in the right corner right next to it was his desk and his tool of the trade, his typewriter. Stacks of paper lined the desk and walls with all of his failed attempts.
Living in a house surrounded by failure.. maybe losing the place wasn't such a bad idea.
In the left corner was a tiny closet, with very little clothing in it and stacks of books on the closet floor. At the foot of his bed was a see-through cabinet filled with papers from publishing companies that rejected his work, another keepsake of his uncountable failures.
"Let's just start the day." Quill said as he rose from his bed and stretched. He exited his room peering into his tiny home, in front of him was his living room lined with a shoddy couch, a flimsy coffee table and in front of that was a TV on a stand. Behind the couch was a large window which was covered by tan shades that the sunlight danced and rippled throughout, casting their beautiful glow upon the room. To his right was his kitchen. The kitchen and living room was separated by a dividing wall that stopped half way up to the ceiling but had a large opening for him to enter the kitchen.
His kitchen held the normal stove, refrigerator, sink and oven. These appliances where against the wall and above them were cabinets. He also had a table and two chairs in the center of his kitchen, which in all honesty haven't been used in quite some time. Finally to his left was a door that led to his bathroom. He turned and trotted to the bathroom door. It was a small bathroom, opposite from the door a shower and tub combo occupied the entire wall, to the left was the sink and medicine cabinet that was also a mirror and opposite to that was the toilet.
He trotted to the mirror and gazed at his reflection. He had a brown, short and messy mane, Its made even messier from the fact he just woke up. His coat was a light tan color and his eyes were a lovely green, and his cutie mark was a Quill and a bottle of ink, implying his expertise was in writing. Although he was heavily doubted that at the time.
"Crap, Well I should clean myself up and visit Twilight Sparkle." Twilight Sparkle was a good friend of his and has helped him through some rough times. She normally doesn't sell books at the library but she made an exception to sell his books there since he was in a huge rut. He knew that ponies visited the library daily and rented out books.
He cleaned himself up, grabbed his black fedora hat and his watch, put them both on and left to go see Twilight. Luckily Twilight didn't live to far from him, So he arrived within minutes of leaving. He knocked on the door and waited patiently for Twilight to answer. Moments later the purple mare opened the door with a bright smile.
"Inked Quill! great to see you again, come in!" She greeted him stepping out of the way to let the stallion in.
"Thanks, Twilight. How are you?"
"Good, Good. You?"
"Wish I could say the same. Just please tell me I sold something? Or anything? I'm running off savings right now which, isn't much." Twilight paused for a minute as the stood in the main room of the library. The silence killed the poor stallion.
"I'm sorry Inked Quill but..."
Twilight didn't even finish her sentence before Inked Quill screamed "FUCK, FUCK! DAMN YOU CELESTIA!!" he stomped violently as he screamed.
"Inked Quill! Now Stop that! No need for such language! Please, just calm down."
"CALM DOWN?! CALM THE FUCK DOWN?!" He paused for a moment and returned with a strange tone, he was trying to calm down "Do you realize that selling these books are my last hope for keeping a house, getting food and necessities for living an even semi-happy life?" he said walking up to Twilight who was backing away from him.
"Look, I-If worse comes to worse and you do lose your home, you're always welcome here." She said and she bumped into a wall, Inked Quill was nearly on top of her.
"I- I... No." Hes said backing away from Twilight.
"Really! You're always welcome here, besides I couldn't stand to see you on the streets."
"No. If I do lose my house I won't mooch off my friends." Inked Quill was too modest to do that.
"Mooching? No, it won't be mooching!"
Inked Quill remained silent.
"I just can't accept it Twilight. It's nothing against you or anypony." Quill said walking over to the door.
"Inked, Don't go!" Twilight said walking behind the disgruntled stallion. He paid her no attention to and left her home.
"INKED!! COME BACK!" Twilight called out, but Quill never turned back.
"Dammit... Now what the fuck am I going to do?" he mumbled to himself almost incoherently. He wasn't watching where he was walking and as a consequence he bumped into another pony. They both fell to the ground.
"Ugh! Hey!" He said as he rubbed his head and fixing his hat. "Watch where the hell you're going yah dumb-ass po- Zebra?" He looked in front of him to see the creature he collided with was a Zebra.
"I'm sorry for this." The Zebra said.
"Oh, no problem." He said as he rose from the ground.
"You seem upset, Maybe Zecora can put your problems to rest?"
"Probably not Miss. Zecora. Unless you can launch my writing career, you can't help."
"If it's writing assistance you need, Then I have a potion that will help indeed!"
"What?! Really?! That's awesome!"
"It is indeed, Now just follow me and we can finish this potion brewing deed." Zecora said as she started walking in the direction of the Everfree Forest.
"I must ask one thing, What would your name happen to be?"
"O-Oh, I'm Inked Quill. Nice to meet you Zecora."
"Now stay close behind for the Everfree Forest is where my home resides."
"The Forest? Well alright then..." Inked Quill said hesitantly as he followed the zebra into the dark depths of the forest.
Chapter 2: Chaos Unleashed
Writing Death
By: xscout159xx
*THERE WILL BE A TAD AMOUNT OF GORE*
*This isn't completely finished being edited so please refrain from comments telling me this is wrong or that's wrong*
"So this is where you live, Miss Zecora?" Inked Quill questioned as he walked into the wooden hut. Strange tools hung from the ceiling and the shelves on the walls were packed full of strange bottles and elixirs. A large cauldron occupied the center of the room.
"Yes my friend, Now sit over there and wait for the helpful potion blend." Zecora said pointing a hoof over to a chair in the corner of the room, Inked Quilled trotted over and sat down.
He watched Zecora pour bottles of liquids in the cauldron, throw strange herbs and powders, chant strange tunes. This continued for about an hour, and Inked Quill wasn't a patient pony.
"Come on!? What the hell is taking so long?!"
"You must be calm" Zecora said grabbing a jar of a material so black, and so dark that just looking at it gave him the chills. Zecora slowly poured the pitch black substance in the cauldron, she was going very slow it barely oozed out.
"For fuck sake, MOVE!" Inked Quill couldn't take it anymore. He pushed Zecora and grabbed the bottle of Black and poured all of it in the cauldron. When he emptied the bottle he put his head above the cauldron, to see if it did anything. As soon as he did a cloud of black smoke shot from the concoction, blasting the stallion in his face.
He screamed, but it was drowned out by the sound of rushing wind from the cauldron. His face was completely black from the smoke, Zecora looked upon this, horrified, the cloud shot through the room and into the sky. Finally with a roar, it came to a stop.
"I-IT BURNSS!" Inked Quill shouted trying to scrap the black from his face to no avail. Zecora stood up with haste and grabbed a bottle of blue liquid in her hoof and slashed it on his face. The Black faded away and his screams stopped.
"You stupid pony, Do you know what you have just done?!" Zecora screamed, and he rhymes stopped.
"I-I don’t know." he said still very much shaken up from what just happened.
"That bottle was pure darkness and chaos! It is possibly one of the most dangerous things in here, and you've just released it! There was enough there to allow it to manifest in a pony form, and if that happens... Then my celestia's sun shine on us with forgiveness and not wrath."
"Well, can you stop it?"
"I don't even know where it went, so no I cannot! JUST LEAVE NOW!"
"o-okay I’ll go"
Inked Quill departed with those word and headed home.
It was already 7pm and getting later as his house came in view.
"Damn... I really fucked up, I REALLY fucked up." He mumbled with his head hanging.
"Are you okay mister?" a voice said to him. He looked up to see a mint colored unicorn.
"No, Not really."
"Well whats wrong?"
"I did something really bad, really REALLY bad."
"It can't be that bad."
"...What's your name?" Inked Quill asked trying to change the subject.
"It's Lyra, or heartstrings. Whichever you prefer. Now whats wrong?"
"I unleashed a terrible evil upon Ponyville."
Lyra paused for a moment and giggled. "You're funny mister!"
"Hm? That wasn't a joke... Look let me just go home, I’d had a crap day."
"Fine grumpy pants!" Lyra said walking away, Inked Quill continued home.
Wait a minute... What the hell are pants? He thought.
Soon he arrived at his home and walked into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed groaning. "Well, Maybe Zecora was wrong. Maybe everything will be fine." he said and fell asleep.
"W-Where am I?" Inked Quill said as he awoke in a room that was just black. "Where the hell am I?!" He screamed. "I was just at home!" Suddenly he realized that he wasn't in his body. He felt like he was looking through someone elses eyes, And he was.
He heard the sound of a pony humming happily.
The pony he was in was on the streets of Ponyville, Following that pony Lyra from a distance.
"What the hell?" Inked Quill said. He wasn't in control of the body he was in, more like a passenger.
Lyra turned around slightly to see she was being followed and dashed away, running from the pony. It followed but ran even faster and caught up to her very quickly. With nowhere to go Lyra runs into an alleyway, not the greatest idea.
Whats happening!? Is this pony im in gonna... Gonna kill her? Rape her?
Inked Quill would be answered soon.
The pony he occupied chuckled and Lyra screamed. The then darted to Lyra who was pinned against the wall. Inked Quill saw the pony he was inside held out a knife with a dark aura around it, so it must be a unicorn. The unknown pony then violently stabbed Lyra in the chest, her yells turned to gurgling sounds of blood.
"NOO!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" Inked Quill screamed.
The mystery pony continued to stab Lyra mercilessly and relentlessly until her chest was barely recognizable.
"LYRA!!" Inked Quill screamed as he shot up like a bullet in his bed. His eyes darted around hastily.
I have to see if Lyra is okay He glanced at the window and saw the sun shining in.
good, It's Day.
He grabbed his hat off his desk and left his house to see if Lyra was alive. He remembered the location which helped.
He found the alleyway where he had witnessed what happened, and to his horror it was blocked off with police tape and ponies around it sobbing and Police ponies inside investigating.
"no... no, no no!" He said to himself.
He walked up to a pale cream pony, her mane a mess of pink and blue she was sobbing very heavily.
"W-What happened?" Inked Quill asked, He knew but he wanted to reinsure he was correct.
"M-m-m-y marefriend Lyra. was- was..." she paused "MURDERED!" She screamed falling to the ground in tears.
Inked Quill had no idea what to say. He watched Lyra get killed. But he cant Tell this pony that.
"What's your name?"
The sobbing pony looked up and nearly whispered, "Bon-Bon, M-my name is Bon-Bon"
"Well Bon-Bon, Don't worry. Okay? This killer will be caught, I'll make sure of it."
Bon-Bon forced a smile and thanked him.
He peeked over the police tape and saw a body bag surrounded by police and blood covering the ground.
"Good god." He said turning around and saw Twilight standing there.
"Oh my! a-a MURDER? in PONYVILLE?!" Twilight said shocked and horrified.
"Yeah, pretty bad. Twilight. I think we need to talk."
"Why? Did you know this pony? It must be hard for anypony who did."
"Well I didn’t really, but It has relevance to this whole thing. Lets head back to the library and talk okay?"
"Sure Inked, Whatever you say."
