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// The Heart Locket 
// Story: The Amazing Adventures of Butter Knife! (& Friends!) 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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"Geez." Butter Knife groaned, laying back on a beach chair, "It's been a while since I've gotten the chance to lay back a bit." A few moments passed, interrupted only by Ego Boost's excessive snoring that served only to glorify Butter Knife's silent slumber. Frowning, the mare tore the heart locket from her neck, its chain dangling free in the salty breeze.

Dang locket... Butter Knife fumed, staring at the bright pink heart-on-a-chain Did the narrator really think that it was necessary to seal my soul inside such a device?

Actually, that locket's only there because you secretly have an underlying emotional connection to it. Don't worry, your soul is as safe as a stick in a burnt-down forest. What I mean is, your soul is still in your body.

Butter Knife raised a brow. "Nevermind my soul," She began, staring back towards the locket, "what are you even talking about? I have absolutely no emotional connection to this piece of garbage."

Now now, Blabber Blubber, let's not get ahead of ourselves. It isn't wise to label others as we label ourselves.

"ARE YOU CALLING ME GARBAGE?!"

Why yes, Butter Knife. I am.

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--"

Before the mare's REEEE-ing could complete, the locket popped open rather unceremoniously.

"It's..." Butter Knife stammered, "It's... pictures of all five of my dead biological parents?!"

Yup. Remember that gag joke from all the way back in the first chapter? Yup, I brought it back. Also, you might wanna take a look at the top of the thing, right next to where the chain connects to the locket.

"Hey, what does this button do?"

And just like that, with a press of a button, Not-So-Sentimental Slasher's heart locket of parental memories became a fierce, dark dagger infused with the power of the very souls of the aforementioned five slain biological parents.

"Cool!" Butter Knife exclaimed, turning towards the slumbering form of Ego Boost, a sinister smile plastered across her face as she raised the blade of the glowing dagger.

WAIT. TUT, TUT, TUT Butter Knife. You mustn't use this blade with malice, for you would draw the wrath of not only your five deceased parents, but your long-passed ancestors that I really never thought about until this sentence was written.

"Darnit." The dark alicorn pouted, dropping her dagger as she immediately lost the chance to slay her greatest annoyance. Unfortunately for her, the dagger somehow managed to miss the ground, and embed itself in a nearby pitcher of lemonade, complete with a loud slurp-ing sound as the dagger thirstily drank the refreshment. Because that's definitely how a soul-infused, moderately-possessed living dark dagger acts.

"Just shut up, will you?" Butter Knife complained, blowing a raspberry towards the sky.