Ponyville: the friendliest of all towns. Birds chirp in their trees and ponies go on their daily business, unaware of what lies beyond their small town. Though it isn’t very technologically advance, it still has a fresh and modern feel to it. Nothing bad could possibly go wrong. Nothing...right?
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“Ok everypony, get into your positions. Clear the road. Derpy, would you stop throwing muffins onto the streets?!" Twilight Sparkle was barking orders at everypony. "Everything needs to be perfect, people!” Twilight ordered, searching for anything that could be improved.
It had been a long time since anypony had visited Ponyville; so when Twilight heard that four new ponies were moving into Ponyville, she immediately took action. Mayor Mare was gracious to give command of the citizens in their small town to Twilight; she was a princess, after all. For the entire day, the citizens had been setting up the decorations and banners that had been donated by their own party pony, Pinkie Pie. “Welcome the Ponyville” had been labeled on the banners, and numerous balloons lay scattered around with the same message encrypted on them. While most people may think this is a little too much for just four average ponies, Twilight was determined to make this great. It was rare, after all, that FOUR ponies would move to Ponyville.
Finally, everypony was in position, they were all crowded together in a circle. Twilight noticed the sun in the middle of the sky. 'Good, they were supposed to come into town at midday. That means they should be here any minute.' she thought smugly.
No one came walking into town for the next ten minutes. Soon, those ten minutes became twenty minutes, then thirty. Ponies started to complain, and even Twilight began to doubt they were coming. A few ponies had begun to walk away from the group, finally Twilight gave up entirely.
"I guess they changed their minds, everypony..." Twilight sighed, only to be cut off.
At that moment, the blare of a car horn pierced through the silence. Everypony looked around, before realizing the noise was coming from the sky. A few ponies let out screams and ducked as a SUV fell through the clouds, heading directly towards the ground. It landed with a great thud, followed by smoke coming from the hood.
Once again, silence invaded the town. The doors to the car opened with a great force, followed by what sounded like cheers. The first pony to exit the car was a tall, green, earth pony stallion with a sad-face cutie mark. On further inspection, he was also bald. He examined his surroundings with a casual smirk. The stallion's smirk grew wider and sicker as he spotted something, and he began to walk towards a group of fillies. The second one to exit was a red, Pegasi stallion with black stripes in his red mane, he had a knife cutie mark. Noticing the green stallion, he ran over to it, and kicked it in the back of the head. The last pony was a black Pegasi stallion with red stripes in his black mane, he had a bloody knife cutie mark. He looked almost exactly like the red one, except that his eyes were bloodshot.
Twilight cleared her throat and walked forward.
“Greetings. My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle. Welcome to Ponyville, I’m sure we would all like to meet all of you." Before she finished, something appeared abruptly beside the red Pegasi with black stripes. Under inspection, Twilight realized it was small, white, alicorn filly who was adorned with a black scarf. She also appeared to not have a cutie mark (one of the first things that the Cutie Mark Crusaders noticed upon her exiting the van). Trying to shrug off their fact that there was no sign that magic had been used, Twilight forced a smile. "First of all, what are your names?” Twilight greeted the new arrivals in a casual tone, trying not to seem too curious.
The red stallion opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by the white alicorn saying in a soft innocent voice.
“Um, hi. I'm Whitefeather. Have you seen Daddy? He's hard to miss. He has no face, and I lost him again. I'm here with my friend NetherFlash, at least." Whitefeather said softly, pointing at the red stallion who was apparently “NetherFlash”.
“Oh…well, is there anything else I need to know?” Twilight asked half-heartedly, wavered by the fact she claimed her father had no face. It was only then that she noticed the filly had suddenly teleported to a few feet away. The small filly seemed startled herself, and this made Twilight even more curious.
“Oh, NetherFlash is a Hell Pony." The white alicorn added, blinking up at Twilight. "Oh, and people call Daddy Slender Mane."
“Whitefeather, shut up before you get us in trouble…” NetherFlash whispered through clenched teeth. As if proving his point, he shot the filly a sharp glare. His red eyes met innocent grey ones as she turned back to Twilight.
“NetherFlash is the coolest pony around." At this statement, Rainbow Dash let out a snort, frowning. "He lets me play lots of cool games like Grand Theft Auto and Assassin’s Creed. But...Daddy would hurt him real bad if he knew. He says video games are the work of the devil. Hee hee, but he's closer related to Grandpa than NetherFlash but...anyway, Daddy makes me read boring books like calculus and economic strategies." White Feather’s voice grew progressively softer as she noticed the other ponies.
“Oh really…err. Could you speak a bit louder?” Twilight asked, straining her ears to hear the tiny filly.
“Oh, I'm so, so, so sorry." Whitefeather whispered, not meeting Twilights gaze. "Anyways, there is also NetherBlaze, who is Netherflash’s alter ego. He’s the black pony (not sounding racist).” Whitefeather said, her gaze flickering over to the said Pegasi. Twilight laughed at the filly's statement.
“Silly filly, you do realize that alter egos can’t have different bodies than the pony it is an alter ego of, right?” She said, glancing down at the alicorn.
“Well, this alter ego does. He was supposed to be really evil and destroy all life. But before that could happen, he ate some weird candy and he's really funny. He shares with me sometimes, but I never remember it. Now he’s harmless…most of the time.” Whitefeather said, looking up at the larger alicorn.
“Oh.” Twilight said, furrowing her brows. Her eyes found NetherBlaze. He was stumbling along like a drunk man, yelling about penguins... Finally, he collapsed.
“Err. Hey Whitefeather, why don’t you go and make some friends?” NetherFlash asked her, trying to get her to hush up. Whitefeather looked up at him. Soon, she nodded, and trotted off towards three fillies. An orange Pegasi with purple hair, a white unicorn with pink/purple hair and a yellowish earth filly with red hair. NetherFlash chuckled at her, rolling his eyes slightly. Everyone had already gone, only having the fillies, Twilight, and the newcomers. Twilight looked down at the green stallion who was still unconscious.
“So…what’s his name?” She asked in a cautious voice. NetherFlash looked down at the green stallion before beginning.
“Oh, his name? He's Marcus Oddity, but we call him Mr. Oddity. I would be very alert on where he is, if I were you.” NetherFlash answered evenly, stifling a yawn.
“Why?” Twilight asked, a spark of curiosity flaring up in her.
"Well, he’s kind of a…well… a…he is very interested in foals." NetherFlash replied in a calm fashion "Especially Whitefeather....” He added, almost as if an afterthought.
Twilight nodded in understanding. She closed her eyes, in thought. Suddenly, a burning hatred coursed through her veins and her eyes snapped open.
“So wait…you’ve come to tell me that you and your group are made up of two hell ponies, a pedophile, and a filly who claims to be the child of Slender Mane?!” She cried out incredulously at NetherFlash.
“Hmm…pretty much." NetherFlash answered calmly. He was used to this. "Though, I’ll make sure to get rid of Mr. Oddity at the first chance I get.” He added.
Heat flared through Twilight’s veins.
“You know what ‘NetherFlash’. I know I can’t banish you and your little group without a cause. But the second I get a chance. You and your group of misfits are going to be gone! G-O-N-E, gone!” Twilight spat out. She nearly jumped as there was a soft sound of static, followed by the tiny filly popping up next to her.
“Geez, you need to chill out. Huh, see you later!” NetherFlash said, glancing at Whitefeather who was darting back to the other fillies. With a shrug, he began to walk away, dragging Mr. Oddity with him. A sinister hatred burned through Twilight.
“I’ll get you. Ha! I’ll get you all!”
The sun was setting in the sky when NetherFlash finally arrived at his new home. He sighed breathlessly before studying what would be his home. The house was about the size of an apartment room. A dull gray paint covered the outside walls of the house, brown, rotting, planks had been nailed in the place of where windows used to be. Many of the shingles that used to adorn the roof of the house were now lying on the ground. The yard wasn’t in any good condition either. The grass was brown, the color of rot; and the fence surrounding the yard was a mix of white and brown because the white paint that used to cover it had been peeling off for years.
Overall, through NetherFlash’s eyes, it was beautiful.
He trotted slowly across the dead grass while it crunched underneath his hooves. Before opening the gray door, he thought about what Twilight had said about them.
“You know what ‘NetherFlash’. I know I can’t banish you and your little group without a cause. But the second I get a chance. You and your group of misfits are going to be gone! G-O-N-E, gone!”
She wasn’t being serious, was she? Of course not, surly not. They were a pretty likable group, why would she think badly of them? Though, she didn’t sound like she was joking.
“I should probably stay low and not cause trouble for a while” he muttered to himself before entering through the gray door into the house. Unlike the outside walls, the inside walls of the house were blood red. The house was divided into two main parts. The “Family Room” and the kitchen. Connected to the wall of the family room was a small TV. Next to it, was a game system. Whitefeather spent most of her time mashing the buttons of her remote furiously here. A few feet away from the TV was a soft, yet beat up couch. Two hallways split from the family room. If you were to go down the left hallway, you would find a small, bare, room with a single laptop in it (Whitefeather’s connection to the internet). If you were to go down the right hallway, you would eventually find NetherFlash’s room. That was exactly where he went. A grin formed on his face. It was sunset, so Whitefeather was going to her home (A.K.A The Everfree Forest), NetherBlaze was off partying and Mr. Oddity was living in the dump. That meant that NetherFlash was alone tonight. He had all he was planning to do tonight laid out: surf the internet all night (or until he passed out). Sure it was immature, but it was fun, and fun beats mature....but before he could open the doors to his room, a knock bounced through the house.
“NetherBlaze is home. Since he doesn’t have a room of his own, I guess he can sleep on the couch.” He thought to himself. Grudgingly, the hell pony turned around and trotted to the front door. In the process, he nearly tripped over Whitefeather’s game console. Swearing to himself a bit, he shook his head before moving the game console next to the TV. Once again, the loud knock of the front door echoed through the house. He let out an annoyed grunt, glaring at the front door.
“I’m coming, I’m coming! Sheesh.” He cried out at the door. Before opening the front door, he mumbled a few things he would tell NetherBlaze. Finally, he pulled the creaking door open. As NetherFlash predicted, it was NetherBlaze at the door, but he also noticed the WonderBolt known as Soarin' lying on the dead grass next to him.
“Finally, I’ve been wondering where you’ve been! I was worried you got yourself arreste-… What the hay is wrong with him?!” NetherFlash suddenly cried out, signaling at Soarin', who had crimson blood spraying from a stab wound originating from his chest. NetherBlaze, with bloodshot eyes, looked down at the dead body of the WonderBolt. His eyes locked onto Soarin' for a few minutes before he looked back at NetherFlash.
“I don’t think I did this.” NetherBlaze said stupidly. NetherFlash face hoofed before continuing.
“What do you mean when you say that you don’t think you did this?” NetherFlash spat out at him. He was annoyed. No, annoyed was an understatement. NetherBlaze looked to his left and his right before continuing his claims.
“Well…I noticed Soarin on the ground. He was calling for help, so I assumed that he had gotten a wing cramp while flying; thus causing him to crash…” NetherBlaze explained, prodding the bleeding Pegasi next to him.
“Uh-huh.” NetherFlash said attentively.
“So I ran over to him…” NetherBlaze said softly, poking the bleeding WonderBolt's stomach.
“And?” NetherFlash snapped, his patience wearing thin.
“And stabbed him thirty-four times in the chest before ripping out his eyes and eating them.” NetherBlaze said evenly. NetherFlash looked into NetherBlaze’s eyes. He was high, no wonder he did such stupidity. Yet, NetherFlash felt a prickle of worry. What if Twilight found out?
“Err…why did you eat his eyes?” NetherFlash asked his ego firmly.
“Well, I was hungry. And I saw his eyes. So I ate them.” NetherBlaze said. NetherFlash thought for a moment before replying.
“Well…I guess we should get rid of the body. Its night, everypony is asleep. No one will notice if we just go and put him somewhere.” NetherFlash sighed. He was far past used to this kind of thing, so he wasn't that surprised at the sight of a dead body.
“Ok, you have fun with that.” NetherBlaze said with a yawn as he moved past NetherFlash. Quickly, NetherFlash lifted his left hoof and dropped it on NetherBlaze’s dragging tail.
“You’re not going anywhere except with me. I’ll need some help getting rid of the body.” NetherFlash growled, his voice dark and threating.
“Okay. I’ll go with you.” Following his statement, NetherBlaze grabbed Soarin’s tail. NetherFlash put his hooves to his temples and rubbed them before trotting into the dead of night. NetherBlaze followed obediently, dragging Soarin' with him.
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“Ok, I think we are lost enough. No one will ever find his body out here.” NetherFlash stated, looking at his surroundings.
They were in the middle of the Everfree Forest. Trees stuck out of the ground like exclamation marks around them. Throughout the entire journey, NetherFlash had a nagging feeling that they were being watched. He shrugged this off as just being paranoid, but not any longer. He just wanted to drop the body off and return to the safety of his home. With a sigh, he turned to look at NetherBlaze, who was sucking at the ground like a bottom feeder. He was about to criticize NetherBlaze for being ridiculous, but instead his ears perked up at the noise of a breaking limb behind him. Realizing that he was about to defend himself, he began to alter his face.
As a Hell Pony, he was able to change his appearance to many disturbing forms. In one, his neck split open into two parts, exposing a mouth. In another, the one he was using, his lips split open and the pupils of his eyes went crazy. His teeth would appear almost human and many bloody cuts would appear on his face. He called this the “Smile Pony” form. With his smile pony face ready, he turned around and confronted the monster behind him.
Except it wasn’t a monster. It was Whitefeather.
Realizing his mistake, he immediately morphed his face back to normal. But the effects had already happened. A horrified look bloomed in Whitefeather’s face, and tears formed in her grey-violet eyes.
“D…D…Da...” She whispered; stepping back a few steps.
“No! Don’t say that! It’s ok! Everything’s ok! I forgot your dad and brothers had moved out here. You just spooked me, that’s all!” NetherFlash quickly began, trying to avoid the inevitable. More tears formed on her horrified face.
“D…D…DADDY!!!!!” Whitefeather suddenly screamed at a great volume that would surprise anypony. NetherFlash began to panic. He knew how much Slender Mane, Whitefeather’s over-bearing father, hated him. If he learned that NetherFlash had scared his “little angel”, he would murder NetherFlash in a not-so-quick fashion. Not caring what NetherBlaze was doing or where he was, NetherFlash sprinted through the Everfree Forest. He didn’t dare look behind him. While he was running, he lost track of time and was soon standing in his yard. He stood for a moment to catch his breath. NetherBlaze…where was NetherBlaze. At that moment, he realized he had left his alter ego behind.
“Rest in peace, NetherBlaze.” He whispered to himself before opening the front door. He had only walked in a few steps, before he looked up and noticed his alter ego, zonked out on the couch. NetherFlash sighed, relived. He glanced at his alter ego before trotting towards his room. All he wanted now was a nice rest.
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“I’m here Whitefeather, what is it?” Slender Mane asked the weeping alicorn.
“I…I saw a monster. It was kidnapping that pony.” Whitefeather said, pointing at Soarin'. “He’s f…fast asleep though, s…so can you r…return him to his h…home?” She asked, as a grey unicorn wrapped his hooves around her waist and hoisted her on to an orange Pegasi.
Slender Mane walked over to the dead WonderBolt and studied him for a moment. He was dead, and Slender Mane knew this. He had dealt with more than a few dead ponies in his time.
“Hmm…this stallion was sta-" Slender Mane stopped himself abruptly, remembering that Whitefeather was only a few feet away.
“Of course, dear daughter. I will return him to his home.” Slender Mane said evenly. Whitefeather grinned cutely up at her father. Little did she know what his real intentions were to do. It’s bad to waste meat like this. Whitefeather wouldn’t notice if he just turned this fallen Pegasus into next week’s meat loaf.
“Don’t worry Whitefeather," Slender Mane said, walking over to his daughter who was currently snuggling Hoodie. "I’ll make all the scary monsters go away.” He promised.
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"Yo, Slendy." Eyeless Jack called, glancing over his shoulder.
"Hmmm...?" Slender Mane replied, now alone seeing as Hoodie had taken Whitefeather home.
"Can I have his kidneys?” he asked, pointing at Soarin.