i just got a terrifying fanfic idea

he carefully climbed over the reeling of the balcony, putting great care into not making a sound. it was in the dead of night so he doubted that anypony would be awake to hear him, in fact, he had observed the library for an hour before he even began to ascend the tree but he was to determined not to take chances to remain careful to the extreme. his hooves barely made a sound as he again had a solid floor under him. he smirked in triumph, the last one had really been a useful addition to the collection, then again, if he succeeded here then there would be no need for any more of this. he felt a pang of guilt but he quickly steeled his determination. it was far to late for doubts now given what he had done already. he silently made his way to the door and gently put his hoof on the handle. it was, as expected, locked. he turned his head and levitated a few tools out of the small saddle bag he had and proceeded to work with the lock, another skill he had picked up for his collections just a few days prior. the lock gave way after only a few moments with the lightest click. he levitated the tools back into the bag and made his way in. after carefully closing the door behind him he scanned the upper floor for his prize. his eyes locked onto the bed. there was the smirk again, all thoughts of guilt flushed away by a hunger-like feeling. he hurried over to the bed but still took care to be quiet as the night itself. when he was at the side of the bed he looked onto the sleeping form, such weakness he thought to himself. without any form of remorse he lit up his horn and started his quiet chant.

"hate is what fules me, for this mark i don't desire. greed is what compels me, to your talent acquire."

the room was starting to become illuminated from the shine of his horn and that from his eyes but he wasn't worried, th process had started and he would soon be finished. he gazed on the sleeping mare's flank. even though it was concealed by the cover he could see the shine of magic underneath. he smiled as he prepared to finish the spell.

"From one to another, another to one, the mark of your destiny shall be taken as mine!"

well, for anyone that sees this, i would love an opinion. does it seem interesting? are there any bad grammar or spelling mistakes? and most of all should i try to write the story i vaguely have for this? tell me in the comments and i'll be a happy man

stay chaotic