//------------------------------// // The gloomy Graveyard at Night! // Story: Ponyville's Biggest Threat // by MLPkillers //------------------------------// Twilight arrived at the graveyard, she was devastated, basically her son, is now dead. Did he do it to himself? Was he poisoned and possibly not a heart attack or stroke? She wondered while walking on the path, looking for a perfect area. She had to be in the middle of the graveyard now. (”Celestia! This graveyard is gigantic!”) Twilight didn’t like the spookiness of the graveyard, especially at night, there’s fog everywhere, the place is more gloomy, and even some part of the sky is green. Twilight felt shivers go down her spine, what if the killer lurks here? Twilight’s heart raced as she spotted the perfect gravesite. She made her way to the site nervously. (”There’s gotta be a shovel around here somewhere?”) Twilight check behind the grave, the sides, feeling stupid it was at the front of the tombstone. She grabbed it and walked left of the grave, she wasn’t the type of pony to defile a tombstone. She started digging, making noise. 56 feet away is the assassin Comber, who woke to the sound. Twilight put Spike down in the 13 feet whole she dug, filling it back up with her back hoofs, she felt a sharp pain in the left back hoof. It was a sharp pebble, she tried shaking it hoof, failing. She fell, using her magic to rip the pebble out of the hoof. A tiny amount of blood started to flow. Twilight usually wouldn’t be able to heal wounds, but since this one is so minor, it’s healed, looks like it didn’t happen, Twilight only wish her stamina felt that way. They need to smooth the graveyard, and maybe clean some of these pointy pebbles. She started thinking of the times she had with Spike: Funny, caring, and now...! Twilight wasn’t sad, but angry, angry at what caused his death. Was it the same killer, a new one perhaps, or maybe stress? She ran past the shadowed colt laying on the rock, she couldn’t see him with all this fog out and the darkness. She stopped at a tree outside of the graveyard. She pictured it as the cause of Spike’s death; she started hitting it hard, making a ton of noise. Comber heard the noise, Who the heck would cause this type of racked at this hour? Especially when there’s a funeral tomorrow. Comber got up, walking towards the sound, He saw Twilight. (”She’s up at this hour?”) He remembered the digging sound from earlier, that must’ve been her digging? She must’ve found Spike’s corpse and then buried it. Twilight must be taking her stages of denial out. She reached the stage: Anger this is an annoying stage. Branches fell from the tree, leaves withering to the dirt ground. Twilight stopped hitting the tree, her hoofs started to feel the impacts of the force they were applying; she was regaining her stamina. “Why are you hitting the tree with anger?” “Huh!” Twilight turned to the voice in surprise and fear. That’s the colt they saw earlier, she would ask what he’s doing out of this time, but she’s also out. She can’t lie and say she with the police department since he’s familiar with the Elements of Harmony. She calmed herself down, before asking her question. Comber was only 20 feet away. He looked casual. Why ain’t he scared? “Do you normally stroll at this time?” Twilight had to raise her voice a little so he could fluently hear her. The purple made didn’t need to, however. “No, I was resting and you started making a racket, so I investigated, now here we are. You don’t have to raise your voice, I can hear you fine.” Comber said calmly, Twilight heard him, he’s right, she could hear him from her distance fine. “Caw! Caw!” Crows flew swiftly from the north, something must’ve spooked them, Twilight gained more fear from the crows, but was able to answer the question. “Okay! Sorry about the noise you heard, you probably already know why I caused it tho?” He knew why, Spike’s death. He looked confused, why would he know why? “What do you mean? You looked angry after stopping, so anger seems like the answer?” Twilight wanted to bluntly confront him if he killed Fluttershy, the Pies, and Spike. He will pay. Twilight started to walk towards him, cautioned of the pebbles on the ground. It’s time to ask him his name, if it’s the one the detective mentioned: Comber, then...! Comber saw and already sensed him, That crazy Pony is back. He hit Twilight onto the ground, she couldn’t use her magic to escape or restraint him, he had a hatchet in his right hoof. One of the hoofs were bandaged up. Twilight felt a slice in her abdomen, blood started to gush out. She screamed in pain, quickly halting the sound. Toom had the hatchet position over her neck, he raised the hoof, already picturing the clean-cut; well wouldn’t call it clean when blood will most likely explode out of her body after the decapitation is finish. Twilight was scared and in pain, tears started flowing down her face, she was going to die, why isn’t the colt she was having a conversation helping her, is he working with him? She was paralyzed with fear and pain. Tooms had a devious smile on his face. “Any last words!? Haha!” “Di-did, you...! " Twilight coughed blood onto the killer’s face. He licked it off, wickedly smiling at her. The blood tasted delicious. To others: detestable. Kill, Spike!? Twilight looked the killer in the eyes, tears flooding hers. She at least wanted to know if it was him, already guessing the correct answer, he would be too insane to leave the library spotless. “Hahaha! After this, consider him dead!” The hatchet was brought down at her neck with tremendous force; the force probably could cut a pony in half. Twilight closed her eyes, awaiting her death. She didn’t feel anything, what happened, she opened her eyes to find the hatchet stopped at the skin of the neck, Twilight’s heart raced, she felt dizzy and weak, she lost too much blood. Her vision was beginning to blur. All she could remember was another hoof restraining the hatchet wooden handle. “You again!... Comber punched the killer in the face; he twisted the hoof with the hatchet in it. Toom tried to keep his grip on the weapon, he lost it, after receiving a kick to the bottom jaw. Comber grasped the hatchet and tossed it at the tree; sticking it firmly in the bark. “That’s what that tool is used for, lumberjack.” Toom was on the ground in anguish. Comber put a hoof on Twilight’s left hoof, teleporting them away from the danger. His rage boiled with malevolence. He’s not a fat lumberjack. (”I WILL BUCKING KILL THAT STALLION!”) Toom said with blood coming from his mouth, he licked it away. Even his own blood tasted good, not delicious tho. Where did they go? He wonders on the ground. How could he kill that colt in the worst way possible?