No talking, it wasn't a good day... Story time...
I snuggled down down next to Buster in our little cave. The police had nearly found us earlier, poor Buster was so scared. They actually tried to hurt him. He was growling at them, trying to protect me. That's the one thing I could say about Buster, he was loyal, no matter what. I smiled and nuzzled him. I was still sore, fighting off two police officers wasn't easy... I muttered something about 'jerkwad police' and stretched. Sure, I killed four of the Elements of Harmony, and also the loving family of bakers, and two cops, and an innocent hiker, and my best friend, and I paralyzed a detective I've known since I was a filly, but they were still jerks... I huffed and reached out to grab my list. "Wonder how Rainbow will be now that I've killed AJ." I sighed and rubbed my head. "I'll figure it out tommorrow..." I put my head down and yawned. "Nighty night, Buster."
I woke up a few hours later, to the sounds of twigs snapping, and branches falling. "Come on, Envy!" I winced at the squeaky voice. "Let's get out of here!"
"Not yet, Widow told me that she's been living out here!"
I blinked. She? Was he talking about me?
"So? Why would you wanna find the den of a murderer anyway!"
"Because I think she's misunderstood."
"Misunderstood? Misunderstood?! She murdered those bakers and-"
"Yea yea yea, but didn't you here about the accident that happened before she went psycho crazy?"
"With that Derpy pony? Yea, of course."
"Well, she crashed into a stand and I think she suffered a head injury, where her frontal lobe was damaged!"
"Um, can you speak not nerd?"
"I...I think she lost her ability to choose between good and bad actions, and override and suppress socially unacceptable responses..."
"Soo....She doesn't know good from bad anymore?"
"Exactly! I think that if I could talk to her-"
"You're crazy! She'll kill you!"
"Oh shut up and go back home."
I tilted my head. I think she suffered a head injury, where her frontal lobe was damaged! I frowned. Had I really lost my ability to know good from bad? Is that why all this is happening? I slowly shuffled away from Buster. I wanted to meet this little geek.
"H-Hello?" My ears perked again. I picked up my knife with my mouth and slowly walked toward the entrance. I stopped at the entrance and stared at the pony not three feet from the entrance. He stared back at me, he looked slightly shocked, but not scared until his eyes flicked down to the knife in my mouth. I blinked and my eyes crossed as I looked at my knife. I looked back at him before dropping it, nudging it away from me. "What's the frontal lobe?" I whispered. He smiled slightly.
I curled up around Buster, staring at the colt in my den. He was looking around it, muttering about how it looked more like a home than he would think. He was right, I had decorated it a bit. After sneaking around Ponyville for a while, I had managed to sneak into a few places. I had a few books from Twilights' library, a collection of knives from Sugarcube Corner, a mannequin from the Carousel Boutique that I had drawn a face on, and a blanket and pillow I had snatched from Sweet Apple Acres. I sighed and snuggled Buster and watched the colt. I don't know why I kept calling him a colt, he was nearly the same age as me. I shook my head and watched him look around. "Why haven't you said anything?" He asked, after nearly five minutes of silence.
"Well, there's a strange colt in my den...Now, w-what you were saying out there..."
" 'Bout the accident?"
"Yea...I'm not very good with Biology and stuff," I smiled slightly before putting my head down, "So, I don't really know what the thing you were talking about is..."
"The frontal lobe?"
"Yea, that..." I sighed.
"Oh, it's just an area in the brain of mammals, located at the front of each cerebral hemisphere and positioned anterior to the parietal lobe and superior and anterior to the temporal lobes."
"...What?"
"It's a part of your brain."
"Ohhhh. Okay, so how does that have to do with..." I looked around.
"Well, like I said, The executive functions of the frontal lobe involve the ability to recognize future consequences resulting from current actions, to choose between good and bad actions, override and suppress socially unacceptable responses, and determine similarities and differences between things or events."
"..So, like your marefriend said, I don't know good from bad anymore?"
"S-She's not my marefriend...But, that's about it, I don't know for sure, though...You never got your head checked out, so we don't know for certain."
"Hm..."
"Yea, we should get it looked at, it could be pretty dangerous-"
"No."
"What?"
"I'm not going anywhere with anybody, and if you tell anypony where I am-" Buster snored and rolled over. I blinked and looked at him. "I was in the middle of talking..." I huffed and blew on the derpy dragons' ear and snorted back at him. The colt in front of me blinked.
"O-Okay...No going anywhere..."
"And no telling anypony..."
"Of course..."
I smiled and poked Buster, "Okay, bye bye- Erm...What's your name?"
"E-Envy..."
"Just Envy?"
"Well... No, but no one ever uses my full name, my mom barley uses it..."
"You remind me of someone..." I giggled.
"Hoop Shoot?"
"How'd you know?" I looked at him.
"...I-I've been studying you for a week now, we got an assignment in school to pick a murderer, new or old, and write a report, so...I picked you..."
"...Creepy..."
"Yea..."
"But you're not from Ponyville."
"No, C-Canterlot..."
"Oooh....Have you seen Grey?"
"Grey Steam? Yea, he let me ask him some questions."
"Oh good. Did he get the hot nurse?"
"Erm..."
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I watched as the colt walked out of my den. I told him if he told anyone where I was, that he'd burn. I smirked and snuggled under the blanket with Buster. "Finally, I can get some-" My ears perked at the sound of hoofsteps again. "Oh dear Faust..." I grabbed my knife and got up, muttered muffled sentences as I walked out of my den.
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I snored slightly and turned over, rolling out from under the blanket. Buster 'err'd and curled up in the blanket, taking nearly all of it for himself. I muttered something and rolled on my back, kicking my legs slightly. Buster lifted his head and stared at me before putting it back down and falling asleep. I kicked my legs again, starting to feel around aimlessly for something. I blinked awake as I heard hoofsteps, again. "Come on...Too many ponies..." I rolled back over and started shaking slightly. "Not even going to kill them..." I pushed Buster over slightly, getting some of the blanket back. He huffed and curled up next to me. I giggled and closed my eyes again. The steps got closer. "If they don't shut up, somepony's gonna die..." I growled. Buster sat up almost immediately after I had fallen asleep again. He snarled and looked as scary as a little ditzy dragon could. I blinked awake again and sat up. "What is it-" My ears perked up when I heard talking.
"Why are we even out here?" I winced. Was that the same mare from earlier? "I don't see the point in coming out here! Envy dragged me out here earlier, that little geek.."
"There's a reward out for this chick, and we're already outnumbering her, I mean, there's four of us and one of her!"
"Two counting her dragon." My ears perked up. Three different voices. But didn't he say there were four of them? I reached for my knife. "Her dragon has the brain of a dog and it can't see correctly. Really think that little mutt's gonna be a problem?" I huffed and stood up slowly, taking a step forward. "Don't call it a mutt, she might get angry." I growled as I listened to them laugh. I looked at Buster and smiled, setting my knife down. "Go distract them for a moment, hm?" Buster looked at me and trotted off. I smiled and waited.
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Buster shuffled out from the cave, going to the side of the group of ponies. He sat down and yipped. They all stopped and looked towards the yips. "Found her." One of them muttered, "Never smart to take a stupid animal with you when you're hiding." Buster
'err'd and sat there, staring cross-eyed at a tree. He wasn't stupid. Just a little...Derpy. He yipped again and fell over. He stayed exactly like that until there were ponies around him.
"Here's the dragon, where's the psycho?" Buster yipped and kicked his feet, watching as something grabbed the pony from the back of the group, hand over his mouth so he couldn't scream, and dragged him off. Buster kicked his feet again and rolled over to get up. I stared at the last three ponies. All were teenagers, like his Master. One filly, two colts. The filly was pink, with a light green mane and a pompom cutie mark, one of the colts, the biggest one, was brown with a yellow mane and a whip cutie mark, and the last colt was yellow with a grey mane, and money for a cutie mark. Buster blinked, he was more worried about the whip cutie mark than anything. He stuck his tongue out and focused, forcing his eyes to go straight so he could get a better look at the ponies. They weren't from Ponyville, he knew everypony in Ponyville. Even if they didn't know him. He was guessing they were from Canterlot, like the colt from earlier. "Ya know, whatever, as long as we have her mutt, we have her. Lock, get the dragon." It was silent for a few seconds. "Lock, grab the- Where's Lock?" The yellow colt blinked. The filly gasped.
"A-Amaze..." She pointed a shaky hoof towards a tree. The last colt of the group was hanging there.
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I watched the girl cry when they found the body of their friend. Poor guy was my age, blue mane, green coat, lock cutie mark. Wasn't his fault he was at the back of the group. I giggled, watching as all of their heads snapped up. "There was four when they came, but now there are three, I wonder who the next victim will be." I giggled again. I wanted to be a writer, so I was good at making up little rhymes. The girl started crying again. This was like a scene out of a cliche horror movie, and I loved it. I cackled and ran off. Buster watched me before falling over again.
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Buster watched the yellow colt and the filly argue.
"If you weren't so greedy, we would be at the hotel with the rest of the class!"
"Shut up!"
"Why should I? I should be snuggling with my poodle, not waiting for a murderer to kill us!" The filly yelped as the yellow colt grabbed her mane, "You should really shut up."
Buster growled at him, stopping when he let the filly go.
"Oh ho ho, the mutt feels protective?" The colt rolled his eyes and grabbed the filly again. "Not like you can do anything, you can't see right and you can't bite." He chuckled and threw the filly.
Buster growled again and tucked into a ball (Warning: Bout to get all Sonic the Hedgehog in here) and rolled, knocking into the colt and popping back up when the colt had a few spikes in his chest. The filly blinked and backed up. Buster snorted and shuffled off into the darkness.
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I watched as Buster shuffled to me, leaning against me. "Good boy." I gave him a pat and watched the ponies again. I watched the filly try to help the fallen colt. I think she had called him Amaze? I'm guessing his full name was Amazing Wealth...I had always adored the rich boy in horror movies, they were always the third one to die. I smirked, his mom and dad were going to be so upset when their little boy dies. The Wealth's were a family in Canterlot, they were basically the Rich's of Canterlot. 'Amaze' was the only child. I giggled softly and went back to watching them. The girl next, just to follow the horror movie cliche. I smiled and nodded.
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Buster watched as his Master fluttered up to a tree, getting into just the right position that they couldn't see her. She moved her flank back and forth, licking her lips. She threw a rock, watching it land a few feet away from the three ponies. She smiled and shifted again, watching all the of the ponies turn and look. She smiled and fluttered down and quickly and quietly. She grabbed the filly, much on the same way she grabbed the last victim. But instead of killing this one, she dragged her back to the cave. Buster shuffled after her and watched. Doodle Bug walked out after a few minutes. "Plot twist." She chuckled darkly. "Come on, let's go watch the show." She walked back to where the group was.
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I sat there, ear twitching as I watched the last to ponies. Amaze was freaking out, just like you would expect the little spoiled mommy's boy to. But the other one, the one with the whip cutie mark, he was just sitting there, staring dangerously close to the tree I was in. My eye twitched, I wanted to kill him next, but if I was following horror movie cliches, Amaze had to die now. I glared into the darkness at the little whip-flanked colt before opening my mouth. "Now two are gone, but two still remain, let's see how long the can stay sane." I giggled and switched trees. I rustled the tree as much as I could, switching trees again, and again, and again. I finally stopped and fluttered down, thanking the dark forest for keeping me hidden, even with my snow white coat. I sat down and waited. It didn't take long before Amaze was freaking out again, but the whip one just stared in my direction again. I glared at him through the darkness again, and he just snorted and looked at Amaze. Could he see me?
It had been about an hour before I decided to do it. "I'll give you a clue. She's by something blue." I giggled again.
It was silent for a moment.
"Wasn't there a river?" Amaze looked up. "A river...By a cave..."
"Oooo, smart one." I giggled and fluttered around, circling where the two colts were. They got up and ran off.
I waited for a few minutes before following them. I was going to hunt them while they tried to rescue the girl. Cliche as ever. I cackled and took off.
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Buster watched from the cave as the girl tried to get away. He whined and nudged her. His Master wouldn't kill her, because he liked her, and his Master wouldn't do that to him. The girl sniffled. Buster whined and nuzzled her.
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I watched them run, flying above them. I didn't even bring a knife. I giggled softly and watched them, aiming for Amaze, I dove down. I was going to love this. I landed right on him, listening to his skull crack as I landed on it. I smirked as he coughed up blood and kicked. I jumped off and watched him hopelessly try and get up. I giggled and bucked him into the nearest tree. He didn't move this time. I turned my head towards the last colt. He had been wearing a hoodie and glasses the whole time, oddly enough. I smirked. "Oh, but this isn't any fun... How about I let you go again?" Thirty second head start before I come after you. He nodded, no answer but a simple nod. I giggled. "Have fun." I fluttered up and watched him walk towards the cave. His walking made me frown, however. It was like his back legs couldn't bend... I shook my head and counted.
I got to thirty and grinned, flying crookedly towards my den.
I got there and landed. Had I missed him? He wasn't here... I huffed. "It's not nice to be late..." I muttered, peeking in the cave. The girl was still tied up, Buster was snuggling with her, but no colt. I huffed again and turned around, walking to the side of my little den. It was a minute or two before I heard hoofsteps. "How did I miss you..." I muttered, grabbing my knife and turned around. "Psychopaths don't like to be kept waiti-" I blinked. His glasses were off, his hoodie down. I dropped my knife. He was a unicorn. I unicorn without a horn. That was the first thing I noticed, the second thing was that his eyes were a shade of teal I had only ever seen on one pony. I took a step back. "No, no no no no, most definitely not, no! This isn't...I don't.." Pretty soon, I had pressed myself against the side of my den, starting to cry. "This isn't real, it isn't, it can't be, there's nothing that can..." The colt didn't do anything but lean forward and whisper something in my ear. I whimpered and slid down. "No no no no no no." I closed my eyes and rocked. When I opened them, he was gone. Buster walked out of the den, whining and looking at me. I shakily got up and walked inside, grabbing the filly. She looked shocked that I was crying. "...It can't." I raised my knife and she gave a muffled scream. "He isn't..." I plunged my knife through her chest. "There's no way..." The filly screamed and thrashed. I stabbed her again. Over and over, spraying blood over me. I kept screaming, 'He can't be! It's not true! IT'S NOT!' and I think Buster left a little while after that, sitting outside the den and watching. I dragged the filly out, throwing her next to Amaze. I slowly walked back to the den, sitting next to Buster. I picked him up and cuddled him, rocking back and forth.
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Buster stared at his Master. He was sad that she had killed the filly, but she had a good reason. At least, he thought she did...He whined and pawed her, trying his best to give her a 'what happened' look. She looked down at him. "Double chocolate chip cookies with gummy bears and sprinkles...That's what he said." Buster blinked. That was what his Master brought Detective Grey Steam every Saturday. It wouldn't be so surprising if it weren't for the fact that no one else knew what was in the cookies except Grey and Doodle Bug.
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Grey shook his head and popped into Zecoras' hut. Amazing what a simple disguise potion could do.