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// Chapter 1 - Prologue 
// Story: September 
// by Kriller 
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A lonely unicorn is walking through an abandoned city. His grey fur is stained with dirt and his dark green mane and tail are frazzled. It's easy to see it's been days since he slept properly, or had a bath.
On either side of his flank is a brown saggy saddlebag, both of them covering his cutie marks. "He... hello, is anypony there?" he says as he walks around the town. "Ugh, it's useless, everypony is gone," he sighs discouraged "you're never gonna find anypony Tim, they all abandoned you." The grey pony brings up a black journal, a small well of ink and a feather from one of his saddlebags using his magic, and then he starts writing.

Journal Entry 54, October 17th
I arrived at Fillydelphia today. Where the hell is everypony, the only signs of life are the small critters scattered around feasting off whatever food is left. I'd just wish I could find SOMEPONY who could tell me the damn story of what happened before I became so alone. I guess I just have to keep searching.

As he finishes his entry and shuts his journal he can hear his stomach growling at him, he's starving. He goes off to find some food and notices a small white house. It looks like the house has been abandoned for years, the roof has several holes in it, the brown door hangs from only one of its hinges and the paint has started wearing off. The house feels familiar to him, he starts to approach the house, but his growling stomach reminds him that he should find some food first. He makes a mental note to check out the house later and proceeds through town.
As he walks through town he can see that a lot of the houses haven’t been tended to for a while, the gardens have been growing furiously, some houses are falling apart, it looks horrible, the worst is the smell though, not because it smells bad, but because it doesn’t really smell at all. It is as if someone took away any scent of anypony, the marketplace is usually characterized by the bad smell of sweat, ponies sweating because they’ve been standing out in the sun all day selling their goods, but now, nothing. No smells, no stenches, no scents, nothing.
After a few minutes search the grey pony finds a small wooden restaurant, in hopes of finding food he enters the restaurant to see that all the tables have been set neatly, white tablecloths are covering every table and there is a glass and a plate on every single table. However most of the tables have started gathering some dust, as if people haven’t used them for ages.
He proceeds to the kitchen, imagining all of his favourite meals as he walks: Daisy soup with oriental spices, Daffodil sandwich made from rough bread and fresh daffodils and more. As he finally reaches the kitchen he gets pleasantly surprised to see it has an almost full storage room! He finds a big pot, pours some water in it and puts it on the stove which he powers with his magic, he chops up some daffodils and pours them into the water, soon the water starts to boil, he adds some salt and pepper and puts the lid on. A couple of minutes later he lifts the lid, adds some carrots and some red oriental spices from the lands of the griffons, and puts the lid back on. He remembers learning how to cook from his mother, he used to help her in the kitchen whenever she wasn’t too busy. He finds a bowl and a plate, pours some soup in the bowl and finds some bread which he cuts a slice of. The soup smells absolutely delicious, he uses his magic to make a small ball of the orange soup which he slowly leads up to his mouth, he blows at the soup to cool it down and puts it in his mouth. It feels as if the ball explodes in his mouth, kickstarting his sense of taste, the sweet taste of daffodil followed by the burning sensation of the oriental spices.

"Mmm, that was some goooooood soup" says the grey pony patting his stomach, he packs down some of the bread and starts moving towards the familiar white house he saw earlier.
"Hello, is anypony here?" he whispers while slowly opening the creaky old door, "hello..? Oh great, another wild goose chase, this place is more abandoned than the rest of Equestria."  The small house indeed seems very abandoned and old, all the furniture has been covered by dust, he proceeds carefully towards second floor up the creaky old stairs. "Maybe if I'm lucky there's a-" he freezes as he enters a teal room, he recognizes this, this very room, the small bed in the corner fit for a foal or filly, the box at the end of it, the bookshelf in the other corner of the room. He used to live here, but not just before everypony disappeared, no, this was where he lived as a foal.
"It's all coming back now, my old bed, my toys," he sprints to the window "my old treehouse" he says with a smile, glaring at a small treehouse outside..
He hurries downstairs, beaming, smiling more than he has for months, runs to the living room and stops. More memories, these however not as pleasant, his smile turns to a frown in less than a second "Oh no..."



-----Flashback-----


A small grey foal is playing with his father, his dark green mane is kept tidy, his flank is blank, he has a small horn in his forehead and he's roughly 5 years old. His father has a black fur coat and a long purple mane and tail, he has a horn and his flank is decorated by a chalkboard. "Rawr, I'm a horrifying monster and I'm gonna eat you" he says, charging at his son. They crash and roll for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
"Alright boys, calm down, dinner will be on in a minute." says a mare standing in the doorway to the kitchen, she has a lime fur coat, a long yellow mane tied in 'horsetails' and a short yellow tail, her flank decorated by a picture of a chef's hat.
"Mommy!" yells the foal while rushing towards his mother, before embracing her in a hug.

The 2 adult ponies go to the kitchen to talk while the foal keeps playing with his toys. Suddenly the backdoor slams open, the foal walks to the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, watching silently as 3 ponies in suits enter the kitchen through the backdoor, the middle one wearing a hat.

"Time's up," the middle pony says "the don wants his bits now."

"No, please I... I can get the bits for next week," pleads the father.

"Funny, that's exactly what you said last week, and the week before that." A small glow starts to emit from the inside of the middle pony's hat, which spreads to the father's neck. "Time's up" says the middle pony as he snaps the father's neck with a nasty CRACK.

The light moves on to the now crying mother's neck, but then it suddenly stops. "Wait, how about we have some fun with this one first" says the middle pony with a smirk.
While the foal is watching, the 2 other ponies throw the mother on to the kitchen table and spread her legs wide. She looks at her son with tear-filled apologizing eyes, while the hatted unicorn starts thrusting his member inside her. As he finishes he makes way for one of the other ponies, who follows suit.
"Well that was fun," says the unicorn when they're all done, "but it's time to say goodnight" and with that he snaps the neck of the mother with yet another sickening crack “i guess we’ll have to explain this to the boss somehow...”
At this point the foal is already miles away, he started running when the unicorn began raping his mother. He's not sure where he's going, but he's definitely sure it's as far away as possible.


-----Flashback end-----