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This story is a sequel to The Truth Behind My Little Pony


Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.
-Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen


Special thanks to CoCreator and Cowriter MisterNick for his ideas and comments.
Also a very special shout-out to Smashology, Zaknel,TheRedButcher,Calmed Equine and Mocha Star for continuing to remind me that life is never a straight line it constantly changes so should your perceptions.

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Well... sleep was for the weak anyway

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That image is my pov while I'm screaming "Don't hug me! I'm scared!"

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*insert all six Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared videos here*

Does this mean that the ponies are socially awkward? It sounded like Luna actually expected him to kill himself.

Also, does this mean that by destroying their dolls, they can die?

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The ponies are easy to kill they just wont stay dead.. Also I wouldn't say Luna was socially awkward, more of having a world view just like in the cartoon...that happens to enjoy eating human flesh.

The only thing more terrifying is getting snuggled and tickled to death by a bunch of cuddly little cartoon ponies that escaped from the nearest Skittle Factory.

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Are you describing cats that dig their claws deeper into your neck the more you move and keep wagging their tail which causes tickling? I thought that my cats were the only ones.

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Would work I guess, it'd just be nice if they could fight back even a little. They just keep getting the crap owned out of them. O_o

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Maybe your right. I have let the ponies have free reign. And their other players in this game that I have left the groundwork for. Maybe its time to bring them out.

Why does this remind me of that scene from Small Soldiers where the dolls tie up Kristy? Great work, I'd love to do a reading of this!

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It be an honor. Actually alot of it was inspired from the short tale "Their Creeping up on you." from the movie Creepshow.

Comment posted by Calmed Equine deleted Dec 10th, 2017

Revenge is a dish best served cold
-Old Klingon proverb

"Sir, do you want french fries with your order or not?"

It is a well known fact that if you spent a lifetime pissing people off you should never accept strange packages from strange people named Anna...

I'm probably alone in this, but I'm genuinely starting to feel bad for Anna. Sure, what she's done so far to help these things is atrocious and she's already beyond redemption (Unless "Derpy" decides to take action), but she's only doing it because of the love and care she never received. It really is heartbreaking.

Being one of the major movers and shakers in Hollywood had given Dunkin Ross the life few of us could ever dream about. From hot young women at his beck and call, a line of exotic cars, to his most prized possession the fifteen million dollar penthouse that gave the most amazing view of the Pacific ocean.

I haven't even finished the first paragraph and I already hate him. That was fast.

As he carried the box to the kitchen Dunkin was surprised by how cold the box felt. Like a vacuum sucking up all the warmth from his hands as he placed it on the cabinet in his kitchen to grab a pair of scissors. The blades easily slicing through the packing tape. Seeming to pull away from each other before he could even cut it. Pulling the lid apart Dunkin wondered what it could be and how could they make money off of it as he peered inside and saw rows of dirty plastic toy ponies in different colors and styles staring back at him. Their blackened eyes too wide their smiles too desperate. Stained and filthy they looked old, yet at the same time seemed they just came out the package.

Accurate description of G3 pony dolls.

Stopping when he noticed one of the toy ponies standing on his counter. It was a white one with the blue mane and horn that sported a fading blue diamond mark on the side of her rear leg. Its eyes had been blackened but still he couldn't shake the sensation of being watched intently, hungrily by the thing.

"Its just a damn toy," he grumbled pushing the creepy thought away as he had better things to do than be freaked out over a cheep piece of painted plastic. Growing angry with Simon's stupid gift to him. Promising himself that when he met the man he was going to give him a piece of his mind as he snatched up the toy only to drop it a second later, hitting the floor with a loud band as he felt something sharp and cold stab deep his hand.

"Son of a bitch," he swore clutching his hand in pain. Already he could feel his hand starting to swell from the intense cold, almost like frostbite he thought as a thin trail of blood dripped from a small gash in his hand towards the floor.

Watch your mouth.

A shrill whine parted his lips. God did it hurt. His mind awash in pain was already running through the list of Hollywood lawyers he could call to sue Kuklachelovek for bringing this dangerous shit to his house as he reached for a towel to clean up the mess when he saw the white pony toy once again. This time now standing on his cellphone. Still staring at him with those black colored eyes and a very noticeable smear of red across its still smiling mouth.

"Are you afraid to get dirty, dear?" :duck:
Damn, I'm really liking this portrayal of Rarity. Seeing her acting as a serial killer makes her look even more charming.

A fifteen million dollar state of the art penthouse complete with everything a mogul could possibly want or desire. A Beautifully palace designed to meet the needs of whatever life throws at you. Unfortunately none of the architects had any thought about the threat of being locked inside with savage toy ponies alone for five hours unable to get out or contact the outside world. As chaos, chaos and insanity ran rampant ever since the package came. Slowly driving Dunkin mad with their savage antics. They broke, they destroyed, they smashed and they hurt. But mostly they played and sang.

The new Gremlins movie sounds great.

Dunkin grabbed the can of Raid as he chased after the tiny blue toy pony with the rainbow mane zipping across the kitchen floor like a horrible blue roach. Too fast for him to catch and kill but slow enough for him to keep up. It had been a game those things had been playing. Tormenting him ever since that box of pony dolls arrived earlier in the morning. Doing everything they could to make his life a living hell.

:rainbowdetermined2:"You see, Twilight? I told you the Parasprite Spell was a good idea!"

"Hi my name is Fluttershy," the thing brightly garbled, chewing as it spoke, "I'm hoping we can be good friends." she finished saying as she drug her tiny plastic tongue across her lower lip. Tasting him as he looked at her with terror.

"Can I, uh....Eat your intestines? I mean, only if you want. Of course." :fluttershysad:

"All our dreams and our hopes from now until hereafter All that we've been wishing for will happen at the Gala, at the Gala!"

"At the Gala, all the royals They will meet fair Rarity They will see I'm just as regal at the Gala! I will find him, my Prince Charming, And how gallant he will be, He will treat me like a lady, tonight at the Gala!"

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"Princess Luna," cried a tiny voice near his ear, "What have we said?"

Through the corner of his eye he caught the toy glance guiltily downwards at the other one while bits of his flesh hung on the side of the things mouth.

"Like I told Fluttershy. You have to wait until we cook him. You dont know where he has been."

I don't even want to know where you have been.

The sounds of many small voices grunting. The sensation of tiny sharp knives pressing down on him all over his body as he felt his skin being pricked by what felt like tiny sharp pins made of ice they grabbed him with their mouth. Tight enough to hold and carry but not break the skin...too much. as our Dunkin felt the ground underneath start to slide and the ceiling start to move. As more toy ponies started to gather on top of him to sing a new song.

"Three months of winter coolness, and awesome holidays." Sang the same blue toy pony with the rainbow mane that he had chased earlier as it climbed onto his chest.

"But the food we've stored is running out, and we can't grow in this cold" This one an Orange toy pony stood next to the blue one while joining in the song.

"And even though I love my boots, this fashion's getting old." Dunkin could feel her plastic hoofs pricking his skin as a white one now climbed up his body and stood next to the three other toy ponies.

As the dark blue pony toy withdrew. The violet unicorn from before stood once again on his face as she joined the others with the song, "The time has come to welcome Spring and all things warm and green, But it's also time to say goodbye: It's Winter we must clean. How can I help? I'm new, you see. What does everypony do? How do I fit in without magic? I haven't got a clue." Squeaked her tiny voice.

Yay! Cooking is Magic!

The heating coil glowed a bright red. Enhanced in the blackness of the oven. The metal shelving had been removed to accommodate all of him. Dunkin saw more toy ponies in different colors dancing along the top of the oven. Still singing their horrible song as they twirled around, their limbs wrapped around each others torso.

Like the fires of hell. Dunkin felt his skin starting to burn. He screamed, he cursed, he fought against his binding and still no one listened. No one cared. Fear overtook mind so completely their was no noticing the floss that was starting to burn nor the groaning of the oven lid unable to bear his weight as the thing bent almost to the floor before the left side broke off sending Dunkin and the ponies tumbling to the ground.

With a swiftness that surprised even him. Before the talking doll could avoid him he grabbed her and slammed her to the ground with all of his strength. Princess Luna broke easily, her limbs flew off her body and ricochet off the kitchen cabinets to finally rest where he didn't see. And still it wasn't enough to sate his rage as he brought his foot over the still moving toy, trying desperately to crawl away and slammed it down on it with all of his strength. Over and over again he stomped on the toy pony. feeling the pieces embedding itself to the soles of his shoe and still it wasn't hurt enough for Dunkin...It wasn't dead enough for Dunkin.

"How do you like that?" He screamed as it.

His rage drove him to continue on smashing the toy even as a puddle of black goo formed around the broken toy and the smell of rot and death seemed to fill the kitchen. Dunkin couldn't stop, the primal emotion of his mind seemed to have taken over. Finally stopping only as the sane parts of him caught the other toys around him silently watching. Their expressions telling our Dunkin than he might have made a bad situation much, much worse.

They stood in the thousands around him. Toy ponies of every color, every make. Staring, watching. Everyone of them wore expressions of shock and revulsion slowly turning into something so much darker. Eyeing the killer of their beloved Princess Luna.

So they can be killed if you destroy their "plastic forms"? Huh. Interesting. Anyway, now you're dead for murdering Luna .

"Got yourself in quite a pickle old friend," said a new friendly voice from his cellphone turning on for a third time.

Dunkin knew the voice behind the man. A voice he had talked to, worked with and joked around. A voice he had thought he would never hear again. A voice he had heard so much he knew by instinct it could be no one else. And Dunkin felt very, very afraid.

"Jason?" He quietly asked.

Well, hello there. Long time no see.

"Funeral? Yes I saw it was a nice one. Very tasteful." said Jason softly laughing as he continued on," You know Dunkin If I have to confess something its that I never believed in God when I was alive. And let me tell you how surprised I was after blowing my brains out just how wrong I was. But thats not why I called Dunkin."

"It was to die for!".

"See I met someone and let me tell you he's a really cool guy. He's a bit strange but hey we all have faults," said the voice coming from his cellphone "He told me a few things. Showed me more. What's important was the end doesn't have to be the end. You know like how I thought it was the end after those girls you hired told the newspaper all those stories about what I did and I thought it was the end of everything. One of them will be coming over shortly if I'm not mistaken."

"Look Jason if you want me to say I'm sor...."

"Dunkin, Dunkin," soothed Jason in his trademark calm voice, "I'm not even upset anymore. Hell I should be thanking you."

"Thanking me?"

"If I hadn't turned my brains into wallpaper I would never have met that Kuklachelovek guy or Discord as he likes to call himself. Super guy you should meet him one day he's a riot. Anyway in order for me to come back, by the way I been talking to Stacy as well you know my wife you have been trying to bang behind my back for years."

"The point is you are a piece of shit, and you're going to get what you deserve".

"She's super thrilled as well and can't wait to join me." interrupted Jason continuing on," She likes being called Cadance now for some reason. Pfft. Women go figure."

So, if Stacy is Cadence in this universe, does that make Jason Shining Armor?

"I know your angry but if tal-."

"What Discord told us. He's insane let me tell you. Great guy. That the door swings both ways. It takes a little changing on my side to make it work. The door is a kids cartoon after all. But thats the way the ball bounces. After I told him about us and about you he just got all excited to meet you. Demanded me to see you. And who am I to say no as I'm sure you been playing with his little friends. Aren't they just the coolest."

It took a minute for Dunkin to process Jason's ramble and still leave him confused as to what he just said,"S-S-So what does this all mean?"

"It means your fucked my friend. Royally screwed. All those fairytale stories we were told as kids are real. Monsters really do exists, They hide under the bed and were coming to get you. I'd like to talk more, ya know relive old times but my wife will be here soon and as you know you should never keep a girl waiting take care."

their was a click as his phone shut off leaving our poor Dunkin alone and in the dark while the sounds of thousands upon thousands of plastic hooves scrabbling against tile was heard...

It was at this moment...that Dunkin knew...he fucked up.

The elevator dinged opening at the thirty-fifth floor to tasteful mauve carpeting and strategically placed plants placed in exotic pots. Rhonda gave herself as quick once over to make sure everything was in place as she stepped out. Her Ralph Lauren stiletto heels clicking even over the carpet as she took out the pack of condoms from her purse. Dunkin was well known in the industry for making or breaking young actresses depending how far they put out and Rhonda was prepared to go as far as she could to see her name in lights.

"Hello?" Rhonda called as she entered his penthouse while unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse to show off more cleavage. "Mr. Ross I'm here for the meeting about your next movie."

"Uh, my tits are waiting".

Dunkin's cloths were a mess ripped and barely hanging on him, splattered in dark red and black spots that Rhonda was positive that she really didn't want to know what it was. His skin sagged in places along his body in areas made Rhonda think of a deflated balloon. Worse still was that look, that crazy, empty, look in his eyes. His eyes that seemed to be staring at nothing yet seeing everything. The look of someone with nothing going on behind it. An vacant look. A nothing look.

His life in a nutshell.

"Come on every pony smile, smile, smile Fill my heart up with sunshine, sunshine. All I really need's a smile, smile, smile
From these happy friends of mmmmiiinnneee."

*Remembers Smile HD* The Horror :twilightoops:

Rhonda's survival instincts kicked in as she started to turn to run and get away from the monster that was Dunkin but finding that still he was so much faster then her. His flabby arms wrapped around her, holding Rhonda surprisingly tight against him. His face still with that terrifying smile stretched from ear to ear as his chest started to bulge. Growing bigger and bigger from the skin being stretched to its limits.

Upwards the bulge traveled. Climbing rapidly towards his head. Dunkin's cheeks expanded till rips began to form leaving small trails of black goo mixing with traces of blood. And still his mouth grew even wider.

His lips parted from each other and something looking pink and plastic poked what she was positive was its head from Dunkin's mouth. The thing rapidly darted its head around before its eyes locked onto her and smiled brightly before disappearing back into his mouth that Rhonda finally broke free of her paralysis as a scream from the bottom of her soul worked its way out to the world as his mouth ripped open with bits of flesh exploding everywhere when thousands of pony toys, all the colors of the rainbow poured out of the body...

Why do I think this is a rape scene?

"Come on and sssssmmmmmiiiiiiilllleeeeee. Come on and sssssssmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiilllllllllleeeeeeeee"

Unto her..

"Come on and smile."

Eeyup. This is indeed a rape scene.

I'm probably alone in this, but I'm genuinely starting to feel bad for Anna. Sure, what she's done so far to help these things is atrocious and she's already beyond redemption (Unless "Derpy" decides to take action), but she's only doing it because of the love and care she never received. It really is heartbreaking.

While I do agree do some extant that Anna has had to make some hard choices. And she does deserve some sympathy.At some point tho she made these decisions freely knowing full well her choices will hurt others whether they deserve it or not. In some ways she is just like the ponies maybe even worst.

"It was to die for!".

I should have thought of that line.:derpytongue2:

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Oh don't get me wrong, she's become quite a psycopath with some twisted definition of justice that can't be redeemed. It's just sad seeing her turning into this due to the lack of affection from her mother and after finding out most of her life with her young brother had been a lie. Makes you think how sometimes people can do the worst things you can imagine because of one bad day.
Anyways, I'm actually enjoying a lot where this series is going. Say, do you happen to have any ideas for an Octavia story by any chance? Because I've been imagining this universe's version of the character chasing her preys after they hear a sweet, yet creepy melody playing in their houses. It may sound silly but hey, it's just a crazy pilot idea :derpytongue2:

How made the doll in the picture?

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Well how about a bright talent but lonely musician who finds an Octavia doll that plays music like your premise. The person has been so pressured into music that she/he has grown to hate it. Octavia comes and offers to do the recital for him/her and the person agrees. Only to realize at the end that in order to take his/her place Octavia would have to wear his skin.

Thats just a rough idea it does need a lot of refining.

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Do you mean how the dolls were made? The dolls were made in conjunction of MLP:Fim series. When the cartoons vanished so did the toy line that was in development.

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Sounds grimdark as fuck....I love it :pinkiegasp:

Way darker than the title made it seem, and yet darkly funny, just the sort of thing I could see Discord (or another demon being him) doing . I'd consider labeling this "comedy" as well as the others you've included. Your obvious inspirations were Richard Matheson's "Prey" (1969, aka "Devil Doll") with the animated Zuni warrior doll and Stephen King's "Battleground" (1972) with its force of animated toy soldiers.

Anyway, well done.

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Thank you it is an honor. Actually tho it was inspired from "Their Creeping up on you." from the movie Creepshow.

I love this series more and more with each new story!

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Thank you that means a lot. And thank you for the fav.

This is terrifying... ITS SO PERFECT! :pinkiehappy:

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i just said Gucci Gang :v

"If you could just pop yourself into the oven and let us cook and eat you we would really appreciate it."

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Oh, I'd absolutely would buuuuut where I'm from it's considered incredibly rude to eat people without at least asking if it's okay with them and with the way you were acting I'm inclined to ask you to leave.

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I laughed a little to hard at that.:derpytongue2:

Will we finally get a good guy like :derpytongue2: again?

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I don't know. I'll have to think of a way I can use her. I do have plans for Derpy just have to write the story for it.

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Great can't wait.
Also, why not make Vinyl more like a rebel against Discord's plans. Just saying, we need more heroes.
Because :yay:<(HEROES NEVER DIE)

BTW I got the box of ponies, and all they did was sang "Build Our Machine" for 10 hours straight. They left because I was enjoying it. :rainbowhuh:

I think the saddest part of this story is that Luna dies. R.I.P Princess Luna. I hope she isn't permanently dead.

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If it makes you feel better it wasn't the real Luna. It was Just a possessed toy.

Poor poor Soul. He should have used more raid. Although I am kind of surprised that ANYTHING worked on them.

How many references did you make in this story?

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References? Tho this story was inspired from the movie Creepshow episode Their creeping up on you. When a man was trapped in his penthouse with millions of roaches.

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I was asking because of the alien reference in the end of the story.

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Putting them down is easy. Its keeping them down that's the trick.

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That was Stolen inspired from Creepshow. When at the end millions of roaches pour out of the guys mouth.

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I will never look at a cockroach the same way again. :rainbowderp:

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