Totally out of context story teaser · 5:29pm Jun 21st, 2019
Sunset lurched forward, a steaming teapot held aloft behind her. Her eyes were spiderwebbed with vivid scarlet and the corners of her mouth were crusted over with partially dried drool. She walked as though she was still a foal learning how legs worked. A crazed gleam could be seen in her bloodshot eyes; her twitching lips alternated between a snarl, a smile, and a scowl. If there was ever a word to describe Sunset at this moment, that word was lunacy.
“Go to sleep, little foal,” Sunset murmured, safe in the knowledge that she would not give herself away. “Go to sleep, little foal. Your mama’s gone away, and your daddy’s gone to stay, didn’t leave nopony but the foal.”
Unable to help herself, she cackled.
Just a bit.
It just sort of happened.
“Don't you weep, pretty foal.” Still lurching ahead, Sunset continued her demented lullabye, relying upon its magic to keep Nadir pacified. “Don't you weep, pretty foal. You and me and the Darkness makes three… don't need no other lovin’, foal.”
What curious magic Sunset found herself in command of; the absolute control of others.
“Go to sleep, you little foal.” Softly she crept closer, and Nadir was in view now. “Go to sleep, you little foal. I’m gonna and lay your bones on the alabaster stones, and you’ll be my ever-lovin’ foal…”
See, when I started this story, I wrestled with the inclusion of the Dark tag. Now you see why.
Oh my...
Welp, my curiosity is piqued.
There's a thin line between insanity and genius. Sunset likes to crochet with it. Look, she's making a pair of socks.
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The chapter has a line about knitting a sweater of evil and tying up the loose ends.
5077737 Oooo. Now I'm a frayed.