It was a dark, stormy night in the middle of Manehatten when a severely drunk Night-Light had drunk his last drink after being kicked out of his favorite bar for the 10th time this month. He had been kicked out after a little dispute with a dancer's boyfriend had escalated into an all-out brawl. If that wasn't bad enough, he was also diagnosed with alcohol poisoning meaning he can't ever drink again. He was now straddling back to an apartment he had rented a few weeks earlier with an irritated look on his face. Night Light is in a better home, with a loving girlfriend, and a whole new life. He thought that no one could judge him now, that no one could touch him, well almost nothing except perhaps....the past.
"Stupid barkeep, she doesn't know what she's talking about," Night Light said angrily. "Well, at least my new wife is cooking up nachos tonight, so I guess the nights, not a total loss."
He went to his apartment door and noticed that the lock to his door was broken, and he knew that someone was inside his room.
Luckily for him, he always carried a double caliber pistol with him for situations like this, not just because he wasn't as strong as he was due to the alcohol poisoning, but his room had been broken into on multiple occasions.
So, he quietly opened the door and pulled his pistol out for any thieves or worse, those dag nabbing teenagers from next door who are always keeping him up at night. When he turned to look, he noticed that all the lights were turned off. So, he turned to look for a light switch and when he did...nothing happened, no light would come on and night light had to result in using his flashlight on his phone to see his surroundings. He saw that his apartment was ransacked with furniture tipped over and the windows were broken. But, then when he was about to reach for his pistol, he heard the familiar click of a double-barreled shotgun and someone in the shadows saying "Don't even bother."
"Who are you, what are you doing in my apartment," Night-Light said in distress.
"Really, after all, this time you don't even recognize me...Dad," The intruder said.
"Twilight!" Night-Light said in shock.
"Ding-Ding-Ding Daddio, it's me, your "supposed" daughter," Twilight said as she stepped out of the darkness.
Night Light saw her features, her skin was a darker shade of purple, her school uniform was in tatters, her hair was all messy, and her usual violet eyes were replaced by a much darker purple, and her usual afraid small-fry face looked more psychopathic.
"Twilight, oh my God, what happened to you," Night-Light said in fright.
"Ohh, what happened to me, heh heh, well the usual, I was just having a normal day of never-ending suffering and then my "kind and innocent" classmates took me on a little field trip to a chemical factory, and after a nice and relaxing bath in a pool of chemicals that should've, (snicker) KILLED MEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, I was a changed girl," Twilight said in a sheepish, but sinister tone of voice.
"What do you mean?" Night light said in confusion.
"I'm not the same, frightened little girl that you used to beat within an inch of my life, or is that true? I'm not sure of myself. heh heh heh heh heh heh." Twilight said as she giggled with insane glee.
"Please, Twilight, please forgive me, I'm sorry." Night Light said as he pleaded for his life.
"Oh, and dad, one more thing, QUIT FUCKING CALLING ME TWILIGHT, YOU ALCOHOLIC ASSHOLE, YOU DON'T DESERVE TO CALL ME THAT AFTER I HEARD THAT YOU "SUPPOSEDLY" MURDERED MY MOTHER!!!!" Twilight said, as her glee changed to insane rage.
"Please, Twi, please, let me live, I'm...I'm a changed man, I'm a better person, I have a loving girlfriend who I take great care of, please, let me..." Night Light's thoughts were interrupted by Twilight's loud snoring.
"ZZZZZZZ...Buegh huh, yawwwwwn, you bore me, you're sad excuse of a sob story is so boring it even put me to sleep. So, I'll tell why I'm here, THE REASON I'M HERE IS THAT I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Twilight told her former father.
"Why, why are you doing this?" Night Light asked in fear.
Why, WHHHHHYYYYY, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHA HAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, well, let's just this little thing called good old fashioned revenge for you taking my childhood and innocence from me." Twilight told her father.
"Oh, and before your head is blasted into hamburger, I want to ask you what my true name should be, I wanna look good when I cast my laughing hand of vengeance upon this serious and boring city for abandoning me. I was thinking like the purple-skinned psycho girl or Laughing girl of darkness, but then it hit, how about, Midnight Sparkle, geeee, that does sound good when you think about it, wonder why I didn't think about it sooner," Midnight Sparkle said Victoriously. "Alright, now that we've gotten that taken care of, how about WE PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!"
Night Light screamed in horror as Midnight fired her shotgun into his head, blasting it to pieces, and ending his life, blood splattered on the walls, ceiling, and on her uniform.
"Great, JUST GREAT, now there's red messy stuff on my uniform, IF IT WASN'T DIRTY ENOUGH FROM ALL THESE TATTERS AND TEARS, THANKS A WHOLE FUCKING LOT DAD!" Midnight screams as she picks up a machine gun from her backpack and blasts the rest of her father's body to pieces of unrecognizable meat. "Wow, now no one will recognize you, you big ol sack of whiskey, shouldn't have kept your guns where people could find him and try to kill you Daddykins, aww shit why am I trying to sound formal, I'm a psychopath, not some cute maid." Now, before I get some tasty revenge on my cruel classmates, what I need right now is a wardrobe change for my clothes and hair. Might need some awesome new glasses to go with my costume." Midnight said as she reloaded the shotgun. Alright well, I'll be off Daddio, I see that your busy right now, you know, with your new splattered head career, I'm going shopping, I hope you don't mind if I use your credit card, hope the bank doesn't terminate you, heh heh, haha, HAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Midnight says in her bloody clothing as she laughs and cackles like a complete lunatic into the dark of night. Midnight, upon thinking this, laughs even harder as Canterlot is about to face the definition of not only the victim of a very rotten day but the incarnation of psychopathy.
Her name is Midnight Sparkle, and she's about to paint this town with a smile.