Medical History
Diamond Tiara was standing next to the door of her father’s office. She’d just finished talking to the doctor – an old, dark blue unicorn with a grey mane who spent almost an hour asking her lots of questions. Now the doctor was talking to Filthy Rich.
Diamond Tiara sighed. It was just like any other meeting with a doctor. Before they met, he looked through the results of her check-up to find out that her level of hormones was normal, as well as the results of ECG, EEG, CT and other stuff she couldn’t even remember. Silver Spoon would probably be able to decipher all those acronyms, but Diamond Tiara hadn’t seen her since Pipsqueak’s funeral.
Then the doctor visited her in her room. He introduced himself as Midline Shift and immediately told her that she can call him “Midline”.
“I want to ask you a few questions, Diamond,” he said. “Hopefully, I’ll be able to help you.”
She noticed that he wasn’t taking any notes. In fact, only one of the doctors she’d seen was doing that. Even then, he spent ten minutes explaining to her why he had to do that.
“What do you like to do in your free time?” Midline Shift asked.
“Well, I usually play alone or with my friend, Silver Spoon,” Diamond Tiara replied. “I like to make jewellery… That’s how I got my cutie mark.”
She talked about it for about ten minutes. She told Midline Shift how she liked everything to be in perfect order. There was something about the symmetry of the tiaras, necklaces or bracelets she was designing that was calming her down. Midline Shift was listening, only occasionally asking her some questions.
“Is Silver Spoon your only friend?” he asked when she paused to catch a breath.
“No, I have lots of friends,” Diamond replied. It wasn’t exactly true. Most of them were just her followers; she knew that they only liked her because she was rich. “Silver is just my best friend.”
Midline Shift nodded. “How often do you meet?”
“Almost every day…” Diamond Tiara hesitated. Since Sunday they only talked at school. Pipsqueak’s death shook Silver Spoon. On Wednesday she had to leave class during the lesson, crying. Diamond Tiara thought that she needed doctor’s help more than her.
There was also another reason. Diamond Tiara was almost sure that she was the pony who had taken a stone and smashed Pipsqueak’s skull with it. Who else could it be? He was alive when she saw him then… something happened, she ran away… She didn’t want Silver Spoon to be around if something like that happened again.
“When I came here, I heard about this colt who died recently…” Midline Shift said. “Was he also your friend?”
“Yes,” Diamond Tiara replied quickly. She remembered the last time they talked and shuddered. “But I couldn’t sleep long time before he died…”
Midline Shift nodded. “How about your mother?” he asked.
“She died when I was three…” Diamond Tiara replied. “I barely remember her. She had an accident… Dad often says that I’m similar to her. She liked to have everything organised.”
“I see,” said Midline Shift, looking around the room. “How about your father?”
“He worries about me…” Diamond Tiara replied. “He can’t sleep too…” She knew what was coming next. Sooner or later every doctor would ask her if she was beaten or molested. They were usually circling around that question for long. They were asking her about her biggest fear; about Filthy Rich’s reaction if she did something wrong; if somepony ever put their hooves where they shouldn’t. Diamond Tiara answered all the Midline Shift’s questions with a bored expression.
The doctor was about to leave, when he asked her about something else, “Do you have any problems with your vision or hearing?”
That caught her off guard. She hesitated for a while, before finally replying, “No.”
Chill out, Diamond, she thought. You don’t have any problems… It was just once…
“Did you have any... thoughts that made you scared or angry?” Midline Shift asked.
“All the time…” she muttered. “I haven’t slept for a month; It’s normal that I’m angry…”
“Yes, it’s normal,” Midline Shift replied. “Thank you, Diamond. I’m going to talk with your father now.”
When he left her room, she listened to his hoofsteps till she heard the door to Filthy Rich’s room closing. Quietly, she trotted downstairs and stood in the corridor next to her father’s office.
“...Physically, she’s okay,” she heard Midline Shift’s voice. “However, she seems to be obsessed with order and symmetry. Was she always like that?”
“No, of course not,” Filthy Rich replied. “I mean, she always liked to put things in order, just like Amber… But only recently she started to do that all the time. She says that she’s bored at night…”
“I see,” Midline Shift said. Diamond Tiara could almost see him nodding with his professional expression. “Mr. Rich, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a couple of questions about your wife…”
Diamond Tiara turned away from the door. It seemed that they were going to talk for long, which was boring her. Suddenly, she started to miss Silver Spoon, so she decided to go to the town and look for her.
Walking through the streets of Ponyville, she started to wonder, why she hadn’t been caught yet. When Rumble and Featherweight had found Pipsqueak’s body, they immediately ran to the town, calling for help. The guards who arrived at the meadow in the early morning photographed and measured all the hoofprints and traces they could find.
The body had been taken to the hospital. Diamond Tiara shuddered, imagining the colt lying on the metal table with a bloody hole in his skull. She remembered how she’d showered after coming back from the walk in the middle of the night and how she’d assumed that blood on her coat came from her wounds. Was it Pipsqueak’s? She didn’t know. She had rinsed all the evidence down the drain.
She started to wonder what’d happen if they found out that she was there with him. At first she thought about prison – cold, dirty walls, bars in the windows and deranged mares lurking in the shadows to hurt her – but then she shook it off. Nopony in Equestria was locking nine-year-old fillies in jail.
There was also another thing. In all the books she’d read, the criminal usually pleaded insanity to be locked in an asylum, where they could easily escape. In those books, a brave detective or a smart lawyer could easily see through that plot and thwart the villain’s plans at the last moment.
This, however, wasn’t a book. As much as Diamond Tiara didn’t want to admit it, she lost control over her body and killed Pipsqueak… or something in her did. She wasn’t sure anymore.
“Hey! Watch out!”
She realised that she’d almost bumped into another filly – a rose unicorn with three gems as a cutie mark. She knew her from school – her name was Ruby Pinch.
“It’s you…” Ruby muttered, frowning. She backpedalled, glaring at Diamond Tiara angrily.
Does she know? Diamond Tiara thought, panicked.
“You came to laugh me again?” Ruby shouted, her eyes watering. “Do you really think it’s funny? What would you do if… if your mother…” Suddenly, she turned back and ran away.
“Ruby, wait!” Diamond Tiara shouted. She wanted to chase her, but then she sat down, realising what it was about.
After they’d noticed that Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle didn’t care about their insults anymore, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon started to look for a new victim. Ruby Pinch, with her alcoholic mother and second-hoof handbooks was a far too easy target.
Diamond Tiara hesitated. Normally, she’d shrug it off and go to Silver Spoon, but recently she’d seen too many ponies crying because of her.
She’d barely made it through Pipsqueak’s funeral. The whole town had appeared there to bid farewell to the poor colt. Diamond Tiara couldn’t look into their eyes; when Cheerilee started to cry during her speech, for a brief moment Diamond Tiara thought that her teacher was going to accuse her. She’d imagined the ponies gathering around her, glaring at her angrily. She’d imagined herself running to Filthy Rich, only to be pushed away by him; a pair of strong hooves wrapping around her throat, depriving her of air; her tiara landing on the ground where it was smashed to pieces. She’d imagined herself trying to fight, overpowered by the mob; ponies kicking her and tearing hairs from her mane.
She'd imagined them dumping her, dirty, bleeding from numerous wounds, into Pipsqueak’s grave. She'd looked up, and saw Silver Spoon staring at her emotionlessly.
“Silver… help me...” She coughed.
Silver Spoon said nothing; instead, she grabbed a hoofful of earth and threw it at her. The other ponies joined, burying Diamond Tiara alive.
“Diamond? Are you okay?” Silver Spoon asked, looking at her unsurely. Diamond Tiara only pulled her in a hug and spent the rest of the funeral crying in her coat.
They hadn’t seen each other since then.
Now, Diamond Tiara looked in the direction where Ruby had ran away.
“What a crybaby…” she finally muttered and headed to Silver Spoon’s house.
She didn’t even have to knock at the door – when she approached the manor, she saw Silver Spoon through the fence, lying on a blanket under the tree in the garden.
“Hello,” Diamond Tiara called.
Silver Spoon yawned and looked around groggily. Seeing her slowly waking up, Diamond Tiara sighed – she’d give anything to be able to sleep like that.
“Hi, Diamond,” said Silver Spoon, letting her in. They trotted to the tree and sat on the blanket. “How are you?”
“Still can’t sleep,” Diamond Tiara replied, looking at the book Silver had used as a pillow – a large, black neurology handbook. “Do you even understand that?”
“Not really…” Silver Spoon blushed. “But I’m trying, Diamond… I’m really trying…”
And I don’t deserve that… Diamond Tiara thought. “You know, I talked to that doctor from Trottingham today…” she said.
“How’s he like?” Silver asked.
“Just like any other. He thinks there’s something wrong with my head.” Diamond Tiara sighed. “You know, all that cleaning and stuff… As if it had something to do with my insomnia… Now he’s talking to my dad.”
Silver Spoon nodded. For a while, they were just sitting next to each other in silence.
“You know, I’ve met Ruby Pinch on my way here,” Diamond Tiara said.
“Who?” Silver Spoon asked. “Wait, isn’t it that pathetic kid? The one whose mother would sell her for vodka?” She laughed coldly. “What did she tell you? How fun it is to clean vomit from the floor?”
“I was just thinking that we may have been a little too harsh for her…” Diamond Tiara said, not looking at her friend.
Silver Spoon’s smile faded instantly. “Yes, I was just thinking that…” she muttered. “I mean, it’s hard for her to live like that…”
There you are, friend… Diamond Tiara thought. If I told you now that Ruby is a retard, you’d spend the rest of the day thinking of new insults, wouldn’t you?
There was only one time when Silver Spoon stood up against her. Two years before, Twist had refused to let Diamond copy her homework and, after a rather unpleasant talk with Cheerilee, Diamond had decided to turn Twist’s life into hell.
She hadn’t even started with that. When she’d told Silver Spoon about her plans, she suddenly saw her face freezing in horror, before Silver blurted out “No!”, trying to hold back tears.
Diamond Tiara was surprised that she didn’t see that coming. Only later she remembered where she’d heard somepony being called “four-eyed retard” before.
They never talked about it again. Nor Diamond Tiara ever tried to bully Twist again.
“Don’t you think we should apologize?” Silver asked.
“Apologize? No, I don’t like her that much…” Diamond replied.
“Yeah… you’re probably right…” said Silver Spoon and looked around uncomfortably.
Geez, grow a pair, girl, as Scootaloo would say… Diamond Tiara thought. Wonder what pair that blank flank meant… Pair of wings? She could grow a working one as well… She snickered. Then she looked at Silver Spoon, who was sitting silently, her eyes focused on some random tuft of grass in front of her.
“Silver? Are you okay?” she asked.
“It’s Pipsqueak… I still can’t believe that… that he’s gone…” Silver Spoon whispered.
Just what I needed… Diamond Tiara sighed and sat next to Silver Spoon, wrapping her hoof around her.
She was so used to happy, mischievous Silver Spoon that she’d almost forgotten how vulnerable she could be. Deep inside, she’d always known that her friend’s usual behaviour was merely a mask; she was hanging out with Diamond, agreeing with every her word, to forget how she used to be bullied herself.
Silver, Babs Seed… Do I even have real friends or just followers? Diamond Tiara thought. She was often pondering about that during the sleepless nights. Not that it bothered her; it was just one of the questions that were popping in her head.
They spent several hours sitting together, barely saying anything. Every time Diamond Tiara tried to talk about something else, Silver Spoon was coming back to Pipsqueak or Diamond’s insomnia.
Finally, Diamond had enough. “I gotta go,” she said, looking at the sun. “Take care, Silver.”
She trotted out of Silver’s garden and walked down through the town. The afternoon was warm; the streets were still full of ponies, talking cheerfully and enjoying themselves.
Suddenly, Diamond Tiara froze mid-step and blinked several times. She realized that she was in the town’s outskirts again. She couldn’t tell how she got there – was barely paying attention where she was walking.
“What the…” she muttered, looking around. She was in the meadow. It wasn’t, however, the same part of it where she’d met Pipsqueak a week before. Behind her, there was a steep river bank, covered in bushes and small trees.
She was about to head to her house, when she heard somepony crying. She looked at the group of bushes and noticed something dark pink among them.
“Ruby?” she asked, approaching the filly, who was sitting on the grass, looking at the river. Several scared moths flew past her.
She looked at the steep river bank and shivered. She was scared of heights; when she was three, her mother was on a trip in the mountains. While climbing up the narrow path, a sudden head rush threw her off balance and she fell five hundred metres down. Diamond Tiara hadn’t seen that, but since then she couldn’t look down the chasm without the cold feeling overwhelming her.
“It’s you again?” Ruby asked. “I told you to leave me alone!”
Diamond Tiara shuddered. She noticed that the edges of her vision became blurry. She wanted to run away instantly, but instead she trotted to Ruby and sat next to her. Overcoming her fear, she looked down at the river. The stream there was rapid; they were maybe a mile from the hydroelectric dam.
“Listen…” Diamond Tiara said. “It’s not like that… I…”
“You what? After all those… things you and that pet of yours said about me, you think that ‘it’s not like that’ will help?” Ruby whimpered.
“No…” Diamond Tiara muttered. She extended her hoof and wrapped it around Ruby. “No, Ruby, it’s…”
Run, Ruby! Why don’t you run away from me!?
It all lasted maybe a half of a second. Diamond Tiara’s vision suddenly disappeared in a flash and when it came back, Ruby wasn’t with her.
“Diamond Tiara!” she heard a panicked scream. She blinked, ran to the edge of the bank and looked down.
“No!” she shouted, seeing Ruby desperately waving her hooves, trying to keep her head above the water.
“Hold on, Ruby…” Diamond Tiara muttered. She tried to run behind her, but suddenly, her hooves became weak, unable to support her weight; she could only sit there and watch Ruby struggling to get to the bank.
Ruby disappeared, but quickly emerged, coughing and hitting her hooves against the water erratically.
“Diamond…” It wasn’t even a scream; it was shriek which ended with a sob. “Why…”
“Hold on!” Diamond Tiara cried.
“Why…” Ruby cried. Muscles in her legs spasmed. She exhaled the air and disappeared underwater. Her hooves didn’t want to listen to her. The bottom of the river was so serene… Its cold calmness so welcoming. Ruby closed her eyes and inhaled, water filling her lungs immediately. Her mind started to fall apart, yet Ruby didn’t care. She looked up and saw a distorted image of Diamond Tiara looking at the surface of the river.
Why she seemed so important to her? Ruby Pinch didn’t know. She faintly remembered something about crying, but waved that thought off.
She wasn’t going to cry anymore.
The Prancing Changeling pub in the middle of Ponyville was full of ponies. Even though it was late, they were drinking and chatting happily, celebrating another warm, June weekend.
Vinyl Scratch was in her element. She wasn’t at work that night, so she could just drink and enjoy herself with her friends, Octavia, Lyra and Bon Bon.
“...and then I said…” She waved her hoof in the air and took a sip of her cider. “‘Honey, that’s not my horn, it’s that guy’s–’” The rest drowned in the laughter of her companions.
“And what did he say?” Lyra asked when the laughter died down.
“‘I knew it! It’s even harder than your horn...’” Vinyl giggled. “Seriously, I sometimes think Neon likes stallions…”
“Really?” Bon Bon shook her head. “Then why is he with you?”
“He’s not just with me, it’s the two of us…” Vinyl poked Octavia. “Octy has sass, and I have nice–” Before Vinyl could finish, the door bursted open.
The pub suddenly went silent. All the patrons looked at the pony who entered the building, staggering slightly.
Thanks to Minuette who’d talked to a couple of ponies, Berry Punch was currently banned from every pub and liquor store in Ponyville. Nopony had an idea how did she manage to get so wasted.
Berry looked around, examining the faces of the patrons. Suddenly, her eyes locked on Vinyl.
“You!” she slurred, approaching her. “Where’s my daughter, bitch?”
“What?” Vinyl looked at her unsurely. “I haven’t seen your daughter!”
“She disappeared today and still isn’t back!” Berry shouted. She smelled of vodka and sweat; Vinyl shuddered upon smelling this. “You must’ve done something to her!”
“Listen, Berry, I don’t know why are you thinking that I abduct fillies, but that’s just dumb!” Vinyl snapped. “I don’t even like kids! Get off me!”
“Don’t bullshit me, Scratch!” Berry yelled. Some of the patrons hid under their tables.
“Listen,” Vinyl stood up and approached Berry. “Look at my mouth. I. Didn’t. Touch. Your. Daughter. Got it? Now, get out.”
Berry glared at her angrily, baring her teeth.
“Just look at yourself…” said Vinyl, rolling her eyes and putting her sunglasses on. “I’m not surprised that she prefered to run away than to stay with you…”
Suddenly, Vinyl felt as if her head exploded. She landed on the table, which collapsed under her weight. The mugs smashed on the floor, covering it in shards of glass and puddles of cider. Berry screamed and darted forward to hit Vinyl again. Lyra and Bon Bon stood up and tackled her, pinning her to the ground, while Octavia shielded Vinyl with her own body.
“You’re sick…” Vinyl muttered, wiping blood from her muzzle. Berry thrashed in Lyra and Bon Bon’s grasp and began yelling obscenities at them. “Shit, you knocked my tooth out…” Vinyl picked up her broken sunglasses, examined them and threw them on the ground again.
“Fuck you…” Berry replied. Vinyl only sighed. She stood up slowly, examining her wounds. Her white coat was covered in cider, ketchup and blood from the cuts.
The bartender approached them. He looked at the broken table and shook his head. Then he turned to Vinyl.
“Are ya good or should I call the guards?” he asked. Vinyl said nothing; adrenaline was slowly evaporating from her system, so she felt pain in her muzzle and began realizing that she was covered in blood. Even the faintest trace of it was usually making her feel dizzy.
“You’d better call the guards,” Octavia replied, glaring at Berry, who was still trying to free herself and reach Vinyl. “I’d rather not pull them apart again…”
The night was slowly getting cold. Vinyl lit a cigarette with her magic and blew out the smoke, watching the patterns it formed before her.
Octavia coughed. “Vinyl, could you not blow it in my face? I thought you don’t smoke anymore...”
“Oh, sorry,” Vinyl replied. “I’m just in a cigarette mood.”
“Not in the ‘I-just-got-punched-in-the-face’ mood?” Lyra asked, laughing. They were walking through the Ponyville outskirts, enjoying the night. Or, at least, Octavia, Lyra and Bon Bon were enjoying the night.
“That’s not funny, Lyra…” Vinyl sighed. “I don’t know why, but ponies in this town treat me like a fucking zebra! Too much noise? Scratch’s fault. Vomit on your doormat? Scratch was there. You can’t raise your kid? Scratch came and ate it… Why foals? I don’t like them. Why’d I even need them? I already live in that fancy Prench thingy with Octy and Neon...”
“Ménage à trois,” Octavia prompted. “Well, to be honest, you can be a bit noisy…” she said. “Not to mention the doormat…”
“It could be worse,” Bon Bon muttered. “They could accuse you of blowing up the library…”
“Yeah, there’s probably somepony out there who thinks that I suddenly grew a pair of hands and dyed my coat red and black…” Vinyl rolled her eyes. “Lyra, is it even possible to grow hands?”
“There’s a rare genetic mutation that causes that,” Lyra replied, “but they appear instead of front hooves. Such kids usually have other inborn defects and don’t live long…”
“Exactly,” Vinyl nodded, ignoring Octavia and Bon Bon’s groans upon imagining a disfigured foal. “I didn’t blow up the library, but still I apparently keep foals in my sex dungeon. Or at least that permanently intoxicated tosser thinks so…” Vinyl rolled her eyes, trying to ignore Octavia telling her that a basement with a couple of the Wonderbolts pin-up posters plastered on the walls could hardly be called a “sex dungeon”.
“Well, if my sister disappeared, I’d be worried too…” Bon Bon said. “I can kinda understand her…”
“Yeah, but you’d just be worried.” Vinyl stepped on a bridge and turned back to her companions. “Berry got drunk and tried to beat the crap out of me… In fact, I’m gonna apply for a restraining order. Who knows how messed she is… Today she beats ponies, tomorrow she’ll try to burn our house down…” Vinyl tossed the cigarette butt into the river and watched it falling.
“Oh…” she muttered looking at the surface of the water below her. She staggered slightly and lit her horn. “Oh shit…” she whispered, her throat dry. “Lyra, can you give me more light?”
Lyra approached the railing and lit her horn, looking down. Her magic was much lighter than Vinyl’s; it reflected from the water, basking them in the golden light.
Octavia looked at the water and put her hoof on her mouth, seeing a small silhouette stuck between the pillars of the bridge. Bon Bon overcame the nausea and looked at it closer. Then she turned to her friends, her face pale.
“Is… is that Berry’s kid?” she asked in a shaky voice, perfectly knowing what the answer would be.
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A Grimdark with Diamond Tiara as a main character? I think I'm in love with this fic already.
I can't wait to see what happens next. That adorable little PipDi moment. I d'awwd at that little back and forth, "not like he stared at her often." *snicker* that was cute.
Nice chapter end. Fabulous. Poor DT. Who knows what tragedies lay in wait for our little pink insomniac princess.
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Thanks
When writing that part I thought for a moment about writing a shipfic...
Also, going from cute to creepy and the other way around is one of my favourite ways of writing...
Another chapter already!?
I'm happy!
So, who's going to be next, I wonder? And how violent will it be?
Please be very...
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And there'll be some time for guessing who'll be next...
I can't say much to avoid spoilers, but the next death is worth waiting for it...
4613502 a...a... CMC? Silver spoon? That would be good!
Well, this looks promising. It's always interesting to find a fic with DT being something other than the incarnation of everyone of who ever bullied the author.
After a solid month of being awake, I'm pretty sure somepony absolutely qualifies for pleading insanity. She's lucky she has that Earth Pony stamina, or she'd be dead.
Aha, the next chapter!
Diamond Tiara going all Pinkiemina on Ponyville
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I can neither confirm nor deny
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Yeah... I kinda blame the show for not giving her more personality...
4615277 in other words, Yes
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Maybe
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Ok, I'm creeped out now. Didn't know sleep murdering was a thing.
just read these first 2 chapters. I'm intrigued
I've always thought about DT being a assistant for my Pinkamena story instead of using Scootaloo because for some reason a few months ago I just started liking DT 
Reading this might have me go along with it 
GRIMDARKS BROTHERS UNITE!!
*is it
second chapter
second victim.
RIP Ruby Pinch
so shes blacking out due to lack of sleep and murdering ponies
To have a genetic mutation or regressive throwback being caused from inbreeding means that somewhere along the path pony evolution had a previous animal in the genetic lineup that had hands... Im wondering what the heck that could of been since I can't think of any hand based creatures in a quadripedal equinoids evolutionary path
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well, if equines were a branch off another organisms evolution path, then all a previous orgamism would need is a similar bone structure to hands. maybe something like a bird could do the trick as a birds wings have a slightly similar bone structure to hand. the equine line could have been a branch off of a biped evolution line via a mutation in the vertebra so it isn't entirely impossible to prove the diseases validity.
well, until I remember what I was going to say, I really like this story.
however, I need to say one thing.
pointing out your plotholes doesn't make them go away.
ponyville may be rustic, but its got magic. I think diamond tiara should have been caught a while ago.
this murder I can see her getting away with though.
oh crap
A very underrated slice of novelty. I love the naivety it portrays. Plus the bar fight was hilarious too.
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Review complete, thank you for your patience!
Reading this at 3am. When it was just Pipsqeak it might have been rational for Diamond Tiara to think someone/ something else had killed him which terrified her, causing her to run.
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Yeah. Not so much later
Also, that's quite a timezone (it's 7 PM here).
Damn this story is dark.
I guess that means it's a good one though.
This is incredible. One of the most... off stories I have read on the site, and I LOVE IT.