> Jigsaw's new game > by Thehappypuppet > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > A new beginning > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Luna awoke in a dark room with no idea of how she got there. The rooms decode matched that of a celestial castle mixed with some otherworldly objects. Several orbs of light were on the celling, large mechanical devices littered the walls of the stone walls, and a black box sat in front of her on a chair. A audible moan from behind caught Luna's attention. Turning around, she saw that there was something else inside the room with her, a large bipedal creature sat chained to a chair in front of her. The moon princess ran up to the captives side to try and free him. To her surprise her hoof passed right through the creature in an almost misty way. am I dreaming? Luna noticed that the creature was wearing what looked like a breastplate but instead had four needles on each side of the abdomen. His arms and legs were at attached with long chains to the arms and celling. Suddenly the box indent of her flared to life with a flash revealing a puppet on the glass. The puppet had the same facial features as the biped in the room with her but was dresses in a suit. It had black eyes with red irises and a crimson swirl on each cheek. "Rise and shine David, I want to play a game." Both of the rooms inhabitants were shocked to see the doll talking. "All your life you have let your addiction to drugs control you. You take these harmful drugs even though you know there is a risk of death. You wasted all your families money for for substances you thought would just comfort you. When your wife found out about this she took left you. She did the right thing to, children should not have a father who abuses himself everyday. Without your wife's support you had no more money. Most people see their problem, most people get help, so why didn't you?"Luna face a worried look at the prisoner who had a look of shame and pure terror in its eyes. "Little did your wife know that you would turn towards identity theft to pay for your needs. Did it not occur to you how many peoples lives you ruined in the process? Tonight we will see just how powerful of a control drugs have on your life. Your body has been injected with a lethal dose of heroine. In order for you to survive you must inject yourself with all four doses of the antidote. Be warned, mixing the heroine with the antidote causes some "discomfort"." The puppet took a long pause before saying that last word. "If the drug shuts fifty percent of your body down, then the chains around your appendages will tear you in half, freeing you from the shackles of addiction. Let the games begin." Luna's vision faded in and out as she watched David go through his game. She saw him plunge a needle into his wrist. Blackness. She watched him stare at the last needle, crying. And she headed a loud buzzing sound come from around the room, signaling that David's time was up. "NO!" Luna screamed for the creature to be shown mercy, instead she only saw the puppet appear back on screen and watched as it laughed. A cloaked figure walked out from the shadows towards David. "Game over." Luna awoke in a hot sweet, memories of the dream now permanently seared into her head. But she knew that it wasn't a dream, it was a vision. Tomorrow I will tell sister about what I saw. Maybe she knows what it was? what the princess did not understand was if the vision was from the past or from the future. She never would have guest that it was happening that very instant. John watched emotionlessly as David's body was ripped in half. David's lower torso was torn apart from the rest of his body, the shock of the situation killing him. John stared into David's lifeless eyes for a few moments before deciding it was time to move on. "Take him away." Two pig-masked guards responded to their master's commands and gathered what was left of David. John waited for his helpers to be gone before he thought of his current situation. It had been three long months since John had begun his little games. During those three months the media, police, and just about everybody came to know him as the Jigsaw killer because of the way he cuts a puzzle piece of skin out of his victims to represent the missing price of their puzzle. John had been tracked down to his last hide out at an old temple. The temple was abandoned around the time he started planning his designs for traps. The design of the temple was unlike any other place john had headed of. Several pictures of equines painted the walls, not a single human to be found. Some of the equines had horns, others had wings, and the rest were hornless and wingless. What was even more strange then the lack of humans was that the ponies (his best guess for what they are) were doing activity that you would expect from humans only. Two recurring ponies stuck out to him the most. One of them was depicted with an all white body and multi colored mane. The large pony had both wings and a horn. It always seemed to be shown around a sun. The other pony hybrid was shown as a dark navy blue body and a dark blue mane. Sometimes she was shown as all black with light navy blue armor with a strary cloud replacing its hair. John knew that whoever inhabited this temple worshiped them as gods. Jigsaw was awoken from his thoughts by a large explosion followed by a voice on his intercom. "Sir the cops have breached the temple. I advise that you retreat down to the storage area for your safety." "Right away." John took off with a surprisingly fast speed towards the lower level of the temple. A sudden pain shot through johns skull causing him to stumble. this cancer is going to kill me before the cops do. john composed himself before he finally reached his destination. Another explosion echoed through the temple's stone walls followed by several screams of agony, but John knew this one was from the sound of several shotguns going off. theres one less person who wants me dead. John walked through the door into a dark room. He could make out the silhouettes of twelve different people. "Hello, you are twelve of my most devoted followers. You have helped me save people from themselves, wether that be supplying me with resources or helping me kidnap people. Tonight, we will make our last stand against this corrupt world." John kept his talk short and simple and was rewarded with yells of encouragement from the pig-masked figures. "Alright, turn on the lights and get your guns." Almost instantly the lights were turned on to show the room. Rows apron rows of supplies and prototype traps covered the walls of the enormous room. The only wall that wasn't blocked was at the end of the room. It showed a drawing of the two god like ponies each circling a six different colored gems. Under them was some writing foreign to his understanding. John looked down at his wrist watch, 12:00 AM. A white flash enveloped the room followed by an even brighter one. Before the second flash, john could understand the writing underneath the two ponies. It read: Celestia and Luna, rulers of Equestria > John's Arrival > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rainbow dash flew tirelessly from cloud to cloud battling the gloomy wether that had drifted into Ponyville the previous night. The cyan Pegasus was confused to why there was such strange cloud activity. The day before it was completely sunny, not a single cloud in sight for miles. weird. Life the last week was pretty much the same routine for Rainbow dash, she talked with her friends, did awesome tricks, and managed the town's weather. Rainbow dash soared right over the apple trees in Sweet Apple Acres, waving to Apple jack along the way. The Everfree Forest stated to come into the pony's view. She could see Fluttershy standing out side of her cottage. Rainbow dash decided to talk to one of her old friends. Fluttershy saw her rainbow maned friend fly towards her. She smiled at seeing the Pegasus doing a couple of spins in the air before landing in front of her. "Hey Fluttershy. What are you doing today?"The two Pegasi both were very excited to see each other "I was just checking to see if the animals were doing ok. There was a lot more birds outside of the forest then normal, something in the forest must have scared them." Fluttershy's voice trailed off when she finished the last sentence. "Come on, I'm sure whatever it is in the forest isn't a big deal. The cream colored Pegasus brightened up a little bit at her friends remark. "I guess your right Rainbow. Thanks for cheering me up." "No problem Fluttershy. I hope to see you later, I got to get back to the weather." Fluttershy's mood turned a little sad hearing that her friend was leaving. "Oh... Okay bye Rainbow dash." The cyan pony said good bye and disappeared into a cloud. The cream yellow Pegasus just stood there and stared at the edge of the Everfree Forest. "I hope Rainbow dash really was right." She said to herself. Little did the pony no that something sinister had just arrived in Equestria. The bright rays of early the morning sun awoke john from his sleep. His head hurt but it felt different. Before there was always the looming feeling of pain caused by his cancer. John curiously stood up and looked at his surroundings, the area around him had drastically changed since the last night. Large supply boxes and other various items lay scattered on grass. Around him was lots of trees and vegetation foreign to the jigsaw killer. John also noticed fourteen bodies around the grassy terrain. Guess I'm the first one to wake up. John walked up to the nearest pig-masked assistant. For safety reasons, he had no idea what any of their names were. He removed the his helpers mask and was greeted by the sleeping form of a girl. She looked to be about in her thirties, with straight black hair. John gently shook her head and was greeted by hazel blue eyes. The looked at John for a second before she also stood up. "What happened last night?" She asked john who was still unable to understand what happened "I don't know." He replied with the only answer he could. The two serial killers looked around to see that the rest of the group woke up. All of them asking questions of what happened "Where are we." "how did we get here." "Did the police do this?" John calmly walked up to one of the supply boxes and pulled out a loaded Glock 42. He turned towards them and shot three rounds of ammunition into the sky. Everyone went silent and faced him. "which one of you is my neurosurgeon?" In response one of the members removed their mask. A young man with short black hair walked in front of Jigsaw. "What do you require sir?" "I need you to run a CT scan on me. I have a feeling that my cancer may have been weakened." The surgeon stared at John with disbelief knowing that that type of disease didn't disappear over night, but he knew better then to question the jigsaw killers words. "Alright, but I need some time to set up the equipment." John watched the man go to the medical device and began to work. The rest of the group still looked at their master for orders. John looked at his watch, 8:53 AM "Ok, everyone unpack the supplies, I need a full list of everything we have with us before night fall. Place armed bear traps along the area of the perimeter." A few nods came from the followers. "I don't now what happened last night, but we will find our way back to the city. I wish to return as soon as possible, every hour we wait here we are letting people fall dead to their own corruption. Let's get started." The group began to empty the supply boxes. Taking out various devices such as sedative drugs used to kidnap people, video cameras and old television sets were put together in a pile near the center of the camp. Seemingly everyday objects were taken out to later be used as death traps. Seven camping tents were laid out in a circle on the small hill. John could see rain clouds advancing towards their position. He ordered two helpers to through a tarp over the pile of supplies. Jigsaw watched his men and women quickly unpacked the rest of the supplies and went to their tents. The neurosurgeon came rushing from behind one of the supply stacks towards John. "Sir the CT scan is warmed up and ready to go. Follow me and we can get started." John could see the juvenile spark in the man, something he lost along time ago. John nodded and followed the young man through the small camp ground. On his way, he took a better look at the surroundings. Just judging by the plant life, he knew for sure that he must be far away from the temple, or any place that he knew of. The plant life were different than anything he had ever seen. Some animals came out of the forest thicket near the camp ground. Something seemed of about the animals, not that they looked dangerous or anything like that, just that they seemed more calm around him. John and the doctor entered a large white medical tent. The room was filled with several medical crates, a small bed, and a CT machine. "If you would please lay down on the machine please."John laid down on the large medical device as the doctor started pushing buttons on the control panel. "The scan will take an hour at the least. So just sit back, relax and let the machine do its work."John and the man sat in the room. It was completely silent except for the beeping from the machine. Pain. Death. Suffering. Justice. Those words was the only thing the puppet could think about.why can I think? Before I never could think. Why can I now? memories of torture, suffering, and death raced quickly through Billy's head. wait... Memories? Why can I remember? Why can I think? Why can I feel? Am I alive? > The discovery > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- What was in reality only an hour seemed to be an eternity for the two men taking part in the advanced medical procedure. At the end of it, both of them were very curious to see what the results of the CT scan would be. The screen in front of the Tyler lit up with the information from the machine. "Okay the results of your scan have just came in. Let's see if you have had any major changes in your condition." Tyler opened up a picture of John's body. Amazement and shock filled his eyes when he saw the results. Where there should have been a malignant tumor in his patient's brain was just healthy brain tissue. "Is everything alright." John was a little nervous to see the look on the surgeons face. "Um, you might want to see this." Jigsaw Stepped up next to the monitor "I don't know how it's possible, but your tumor has seemed to be completely removed from your system." He still was flabbergasted by what he saw. He looked and was almost just as surprised to see that his patients face showed no joy that he wasn't going to die. "By all means I hope I don't disrespect you but shouldn't you be at least a little happy that you aren't terminal." Tyler immediately regretted those words as he was caught in the icy stare of Jigsaw. The newly healthy serial killer walked up closer to him. He stared into his eyes and told him something that chilled him to the bone. "Doctor, you don't know do you. I already have died in a way, but I have been reborn." And with that he went out to the forest. "Where are you going?" "I'm going to see if there are any nearby towns." John replied without even turning around to face him. Billy sat on the table still thinking about his current status. so this is what it's like to be alive. I guess John knew what he was talking about. Everyone he'd seen tested rightfully deserved what they got. He wished he had been conscious to see them in pain and pay for their sins. The puppet grabbed a wrist blade and got off the table he was placed on and went out of the tent. Cautiously, Billy looked around to see if anyone was looking, he had a very good idea of what would happen if he was spotted. When he got out of the tent he realized that he had no Idea of what to do. i can't just walk up to John and say "hello, I'm alive now what do you need me to do?" He decided to just figure it out when he meet the famed genius. Silently, the ventriloquist dummy walked into the forest hoping to find answers. The bright sun warmed Pinkie Pie's smiling form as she bounced through the forest trail humming a song. She was walking back from a big party she planned in Canterlot. Pinkie decided not to take the train and instead wanted to get some exercise. Even though she had been given some warnings about unusual activity in the forest, she wasn't expecting anything to attack her. Twilight asked pinkie if she could return before it got dark. Silly Twi, nothing out here will try to eat me. She had no idea what she was about to encounter. John walked through the the thicket of plant life desperate on find the source of the buzzing. The sound was definitely feminine by nature. He was just going to see if the girl knew any directions of how to get back to ANY civilization. He walked through the last thicket of trees and stood slack jaw at the creature that stood before him. The being information of him was definitely an equine. She had a Cotten candy pink body with a curly pink mane. Both souls stared at each other for an immeasurable amount of time. Finally the pink pony broke the silence. "Oh my gosh a REAL ALIEN." It spoke well it jumped up and down with ease. "I'm Pinkie Pie,What is your name? What do aliens like to eat? Can you understand me? Are you going to eat me? Are there more aliens here? Are you a boy or girl?" John was to shocked to answer the questions he was being bombarded with. Slowly, he reached into his pocket for a needle. "Okay, enough with my questions, did you want to ask me anything?" Jigsaw was very surprised that she stopped talking and that he wouldn't have to knock her out. "My name of no concern to you, whatever you are." He replied with as calmly as he could. "Aww, come on tell me your name. "No." "Please tell me. Pretty please with sprinkles on top." "Sure, I'll tell you my name if you can answer a few questions. Don't worry, I will answer your questions truthfully if you do the same for me." Hopefully he would get an idea of what was going on "Okie dokie Lokie." "Where am I?" He said finally being able to ask the question he had since he woke up this morning. "Your in Equestria, on the outskirts of Ponyville to be exact. Pony vile is where I live and it just straight along this road, look you can see it waaaay over there." Sure enough the outline of a small town was visible in the distance. "What are you exactly." The pink mare giggled at his question "Silly filly, I am an earth pony." Weird that her race was an earth pony if she wasn't from his world. "Wait, so there are other types of ponies?" John was curious to learn as much information as he could. "Duh, of corse there are. There's unicorns like my friends Rarity and twilight. They can use magic from their horns and to all sortsa cool things. Wait wait! I almost forgot that Twilights an alicorn now silly me. Then there are winged ponies called Pegasi. Two of my friends Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash are both Pegasus. Now can I ask you a few questions?" "That seems fair." John decided to give her the truth, the exact truth. "Who are you?" She said, still smiling. John knew just how to answer her. "You can call me jigsaw." "So jigsaw," she put an extra emphasis in the name. "What do you do?" This was the last question that jigsaw hoped to here, but he was still ready. "I like to play games." The answer was technically correct. "Wow, me too! Games are so much fun. Almost as fun as partying, baking, eating, and doing all three at once." Jigsaw's smile turned to a frown. eating? Partying? These were things he tested people for. Maybe he had time to help the poor mare. no this is stupid, she isn't even human. But maybe it would be best for her. Again, he reached into his pocket for his sedative drug. Pinkie went on about "parties" this and "cupcakes" that. With lightning fast reflexes he plunged the needle into the pink ponies shoulder. "Ouchie! What was that fo..." Pinkie felt an immense wave of drowsiness fall upon her she tried to say somthing but stumbled to the ground, unconscious. Jigsaw was about to pick her up when he noticed something in front of him. He couldn't believe what he was looking at. "Billy?" It took john a lot of strength not to pass out from the surprise of everything going on. Today just keeps on greeting weirder and weirder. "John, there's nothing else I can say except that I'm alive." The puppets voice sounded exactly like it did on the recordings that jigsaw gave him to say. "what is that." Billy gestured towards the unconscious pink mass lying in between them. "From what she told me she is an earth pony, though I'm not sure what earth she is talking about." Why was he having a conversation with is puppet, the one he uses to talk for him? "How long have you been able to talk? "Since this morning, but I have vivid memories of my past. Don't worry John, I still wish to help you test people,or in this case ponies. It may take the jigsaw killer time to find his way back to humanity. So in the meantime he decided he should try to help all the lost souls in Equestria, one pony at a time. John knelt down and picked up the sleeping pony "Let the games begin." > The games begin > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those who do not appreciate life do not deserve life "What the hell?!" Tyler was dumbfounded by the pink cattle john had brought back to the medical tent along with a living version of Billy the puppet. "The pink thing is apparently an "Earth pony" and I'm still not sure why billy now lives among us." John used the information he acquired from his confusing encounter in the woods. "Why did you bring the "pony" here?" "First of all, the mare, which means female pony, told me that we are not on earth any more." The doctor stared disbelievingly at jigsaw's words. "Now we are in the world of Equestria, a land inhabited by talking animals. I took her because she doesn't understand the true value of life. "Wait... So you want to test a pony? John only nodded his head in response. "This is crazy! She isn't even human! Shouldn't we be trying to get back to earth? Tyler couldn't contain his emotions anymore. He had seen enough things happen today. "Relax, the pony told me that there are other breeds of ponies out there. Some of them can control magic, maybe if we can recruit some of them with our cause, it worked with the rest of the people here." Jigsaw have a point and the Neurosurgeon knew it, everybody who joined his cause thought of him as a prophet. The same logic would probably work with ponies or anything for that matter. "John, how do you propose we test this sad excuse for a pony." Though the puppets voice showed no feeling, everyone in the room could tell that he had a new found hatred for the equine. "So Jigsaw, your real name is John." The puppet looked up at Tyler and was clearly annoyed that he accidentally gave away john's fake alias. Billy's creator looked at the puppet and motioned for him to calm down. "Now, now billy, It doesn't matter if he nows my name seeing that we are no longer on earth." He then turned to Tyler and gave him the ghost of a smile. "Yes, my name is John, John Kramer. I'm sure you already know about my puppet Billy." But the doctor wasn't listening to him. Tyler was frozen with fear the moment his eyes locked with the puppets stare. His mind seemed to be griped by the puppets crimson eyes. Every thought that he had in his head was replaced by a graphic memory from the puppets past. John instantly figured out that something was wrong with his surgeon. He waved his hand in front of Tyler who instantly fell back from the evil ventriloquist dummy. "What did you just do to me?" The puppet looked at him again, this time he wasn't taken over by the puppets twisted mind. "I just wanted to see if you knew about pain. You seem like the kind of person who needs a lesson on life" the puppets raspy voiced seemed to echo through Tyler's mind." John stared down furiously at his puppet. "Don't mess with my surgeons head! He has earned his right to live on many occasions. "Okay John, I see your point." He had vivid memories of the doctor operating on his master. "Now that, we have worked everything out, I suggest that you start working on her test john. I will be ready to record a video for you when you finish. "Your right, we can't keep drugging her. "John could see in Billy's eyes that he was excited to star the games. "Besides, I already have a idea for this pinkie pie." "So what ya reckons under that curtain?" "I don't know Applejack, I guess we will have to wait and see what it is." Spike was just as thrilled to see what was under the black curtain as Applejack was. Celestia had just risen the sun over the Equestrian skies. Everypony had just woken up to attend to their duties only to find a large square object covered by a black tarp surrounded by a fence with large barbed coils tangled around it. "Well darling I don't think that the black fabric is fashionable, look at all the stains on it." Rarity was right, the tarp was covered with dark red stains. "D-do you think that the red is b-b-blood?" Before Fluttershy's friends could answer her, a loud laugh interrupted them. Everypony stopped what they were doing and looked around them. The laugh sounded like something from a nightmare night party, but with much more malice. Suddenly the black curtain was ripped of to show a disturbing sight. Inside a glass box was a unconscious pinkie was on all on all fours, only standing up due to the fact a bungie chord was wrapped around her mid-section tied to the celling. One of the walls behind had blood read words behind her that read LIFE IS NOT A PARTY! on her right was another small box. Pinkie woke up after small needle was jabbed into her leg. "Girls what's going on? How did I get here? Why am I tied down and my legs are bleeding! The crowd gasped when they looked closer at pinkie pie's restraints. Large blades stuck into the pink ponies calf muscles. "Owie owie owie owie, my legs hurt so much, help meeee!" "Don't you worry pinkie I will go find Twilight." Spike dashed into the town hall to find twilight and the mayor. The other three ponies looked at pinkie with looks of horror. Abruptly, the box next to the captured mare lit up with light and reveled the face of some sort of puppet. "Hello pinkie pie. I want to play a game." Pinkies mood immediately brightened up as she forgot about the danger she was in. "Oh my gosh I love to play games. What are we going to play? Pin the tail on the pony? Hopscotch? Tag? The strange puppet didn't acknowledge pinkie. "All your life you have abused yourself. Partying every day, every single day. Life should not be treated as a party, it should be valued as the most important thing in your life. You should not waste every minute that life gives to you. Pinkie's smile began to fade the longer the doll talked. "Why do you eat more than you need to? Why not donate some to the less fortunate who starve well you indulge on sweets. You always leap away from your problems and ignore them like they never happened. Well, let's see if you can jump away from this problem." Pinkies eyes were wide in terror by now. "All four of your legs have been implanted by four surrounding blades. In order to escape you must jump out of the restraints. Should you fail to escape within sixty seconds the bombs around you will go off, getting rid of your problems forever. I have utter faith in you since you were able to leap away from so much unresolved differences. Live or die, make your choice." The puppet faded out and was replaced by a timer counting down from sixty The ponies didn't know what bombs were but they knew it was something bad. "Noooo! Please, I'm soooo sorry for what ever I did to you, please don't kill me." Pinkie's plea for help were unsuccessful. She watched the tv count down to forty-five, the party pony knew what she had to do. "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" pinkie jumped with all her might but failed to escape her painful prison. The knives dove deeper into her muscle tendons. Hot blood spewed everywhere, covering the glass. Ponies screamed and ran in every direction. Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity watched hopelessly as their friend cut herself. "NO NO NO NOO-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Pinkie pie made another fruitless attempt to jump out of the painful trap. The pink mare's legs burned like fire. She couldn't bare the pain anymore. Please just end the pain. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" the puppet's voice echoed throughout the town square during the last ten seconds of the count down. Suddenly a large purple blast tore through the fence and glass separating pinkie from freedom. "I'll save you pinkie!" Twilight used her magic to bend back the knives holding pinkie in place causing the timer to stop. She quickly levitated her wounded friend next to her away from the death trap. Pinkie looked to twilight. "Thank you." Pinkie then fell over onto the hard ground. > Information > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Everything worked perfectly according to plan. John, Tyler, Billy and the rest of the group watched the live video feed of Pinkie Pie's test. John took several mental notes on how the ponies reacted to pain. He watched her try desperatlely to free herself from his deadly creation. Pity, he really hoped she would have survived. Oh well, it was nice knowing the unfourtunate mare. Before the explosives could obliterate her a purple flash erupted infront of the camera. John watched a purple aura surround the pony. John watched with awe, seeing her bleeding form lift out from her death trap. "That purple unicorn cheated!" Billy was filled with a searing rage, he wanted so badly to see some guts fly everywhere today. "Relax my puppet, I have a backup plan." John picked up a remote and put on a headset. "Pinkie, are you okay?" Twilight ran up to her friend and tried to comfort her. "Quick, we have to get her to the hospital!" The new equestrian princess brought her beaten friend to her hooves. "Twi-Twilight?" "Yes, Pinkie?" She looked at her friend with at her with a sad smile. "Am I a bad pony?" Twilight was quiet taken back. "Pinkie, why would you think that? You're the nicest pony I know." "Why did that thing take me then?" "Because you do not see the true value of life." Both Pinkie and Twilight turned and looked around, the voice seem to come from all around them. "Tell me though, did you learn a lesson from your game?" The voice wasn't the same as the voice they heard from the puppet, this voice sounded like it came from an old stallion. "What makes you think you can mess with my friends, huh? I'm going to find you and kick your plot!" Rainbow Dash and the four came to Pinkie's side, along with a team of nurses from the Ponyville Hospital. "And why do you keep calling it a game? I don't know how tourturing some pony can be considered fun." The six ponies knew that if they could see the stallion's face, it would be smilling. "When you do these for long enough, they start to get very fun to do. And since you cheated-." "I saved her life!" Twilight lost her temper talking with a mad pony. "Since you cheated," He continued, ignoring her ignorance. "I have to change the rules of how I normally play." With that, several explosions demolished the surrounding buildings, causing debris to fall towards the group. A few jagged pieces of rubble fell onto the doctors, turning them into bloodied corpses. Finally, Twilight and Rarity were able to from a shield, stoping the onslaught of falling rocks. Everypony standing in the magic barrier was in shock, covered in the blood of their deceased friends. Pinkie couldn't take the pain, violence, and exhaustion anymore. She leaned over and emptied the contents of her stomach onto the floor before blacking out. Princess Luna was the first pony Pinkie saw when she woke up in the hospital bed. "I'm glad your awake, Pinkie Pie. We need to discuss what happened earlier today." "How long have I been knocked out?" Pinkie's hooves felt very sore from all the damage performed on it. "About ten hours. You saw a lot more then most equestrians will see in their life time, so if you need to take sometime to explain it I won't rush you." "I'll be alright." The element of laughter still couldn't remember what happened before she woke up with with large kitchen knives in her legs. "Do you know what took you, Pinkie?" Pinkie sighed as she tried to recount her events, all of them very hazy. "I'm sorry princess, I just can't remember how I got there." The moon princess thought a little bit before illuminating her horn. "If you don't mind, I will try to preform a spell to recover your memory." Pinkie reluctantly agreed, fearful that she wouldn't want to see her memories. A brilliant blue blaze filled the room as Pinkie and Luna were plunged into the pink mare's memories. Luna watched the past version of Pinkie walk through the forest towards Ponyville. Amazement filled the Equestrian princess's mind when she saw the same robed figure she saw in her vision walk out of a vegetation thicket in front of the surprised earth pony. What differed from her last encounter with the bipedal creature was that she could see its face. She knew for some reason that it was male and an elder. As usual, Pinkie assaulted the masculine creature with random questions. Luna was startled at the speed at which the biped named Jigsaw stabbed her with a syringe. Pinkie stumbled before falling to the ground with an audible thud. Again, Luna was filled with shock as she watched the puppet referred to as Billy walk out of the forest and talked to Jigsaw (or as the puppet called him, John). A dark mist flooded the scene changing the forest into the inside of a large tent. A gaged Pinkie was restrained on a silver table surrounded by John and several pig faced bipedals. One of the surrounding bystanders removed the rag from the pony's mouth. "Ewwww, why did you put that old thing in my mouth? I won't bite. We'll mabey if I was really hungry and you were made of cake, but that would only happen if-" Pinkie Pie was abruptly cut off by John. "Sorry about that, I just needed you to be quiet while I worked. So, let's continue with our question, hmm?" The pink mare stared at John with curiosity before returning back to her old happy self. "Okay Mr. Jigsaw, sooooo how did I end up in here with all these thingys?" A few people from the group snickered at the confused mare infront of them. "Do they want to PARTY?!" One of the assistances couldn't hold it in anymore. He fell to the floor, laughing at the little pony's cluelessness. Two of his comrades quickly pulled him off the ground and walked him out of the room. Pinkie watched the costumed creature being dragged out through the doors. She noticed that the mask that he was wearing was slightly different from the others. Most of the pig masked seemed to lack eyes, the thing infront of her had two luminous red eyes. "He seems very happy today." "He's happy all the time. It is sad though, both his parents and brother are dead." John looked down at the ground shaking his head. He felt actual sympathy for the boy. Jigsaw found him surrounded in an alley at the wrong part of town. He looked ready to defend himself but John didn't want to take any chances, he put two bullets into each of the six assailants, one in the back and a second in the skull for good measure. A seventh thug wielding a baseball bat charged at the person who murdered his allies. John simply sidestepped out of the way and put his wrist blade through the attacker's spine.  From the shadows, the young juvenile marveled at the display of violence. Jigsaw greeted the boy and asked for his name. After bribing some local police, he found files of what the child was capable of. The boy became one of Jigsaw's most skilled guards and he didn't even prefer a gun. "Are you okay?" John had noticeably spaced out from the rest of the world. He quickly composed himself, and continued questioning Pinkie. "Yes, I'm fine. Now can you tell me about your friends." A wide smile spread across the mare's face. "Owww yay! I can't wait to tell you all about them. Let's start with Twilight..." "No." The present Pinkie watched her former self give information on everypony she knew, which was all the inhabitants of Ponyville plus over small towns. "... And that raps up all I know about Filthy Rich. Can I ask you something now?" "I just have one more question for you. Tell me more about unicorn magic." The sentence was more of a command then question. "Sorry, I don't know to much about it besides that it's really really cool." "Hmm, do you know if something could weaken the effects of their magic?" Pinkie giggled a little bit. "That's a weird question, but I do think that the Ponyville Hospital has some medicine that can stop them from using it. Also, other unicorns could cast a spell that prevents the use of magic. Now can I please ask you a question?" Pinkie put on her pleading face and only received a void expression back from John. "I'm sorry, maybe later." With that, he jabbed her in the neck with a sedative needle made to cause slight memory loss. Almost instantly, the pony lost consciousness. The world around them started to blur, they could here the crystal clear voice of Jigsaw saying "It's getting dark, move her and the trap into the town square of her town." Everyone besides John and the doctor went to go move supplies to Ponyville. A sudden blue flash signified the end of the lost memory. Luna, for the first time in a while felt completely hopeless. There was a psychotic killer possibly from another world or dimension on the loose in her kingdom, with information on everypony,(possibly other intelligent species) and armed with deadly torture devices. She could tell that Pinkie Pie won't be the only pony to be fillynapped. "I-I..." Before Pinkie could finish her apology or before Luna could forgive her a royal guard, Twilight broke into the hospital room. He was completely exhausted with sweat running down his face. "Princess... There was a breach at one of Canterlot's homes... Blueblood's gone!" "Come on Pinkie, we have to go get the girls and find him." Twilight and Pinkie Pie left Luna and the guard to talk about any important evidence in the crime. Before they left, Twilight was told that Blueblood was being held somewhere in the Everfreee forest. The six friends gathered up to help find prince Blueblood. "Alright girls, we don't know what happened to Blueblood, but we have to assume that whatever took him is probably what took Pinkie. We have to be especially careful out here." The ponies had begun searching in the forest fifteen minutes ago. They tried to retrace the path Pinkie used to walk back before she was captured. The group barely noticed that Fluttershy had stop walking a good ten feet back. "Uhh... I don't know what animal that is." The mares turned around to see what Fluttershy was talking about. Standing behind them was the bipedal red-eyed pig guard from Pinkie's memory. The figure wore a hoodie and black pants. "Hello, I'm Twilight Sparkle. These are my friends Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity." Each pony gave an awkward smile when their name was announced. "Do you need any help finding your way out of the forest?" The biped continued to stand motionlessly in front of the ponies. Fluttershy gave a noticeable cry as the masked figure pulled a large knife out of his hoodie. The blade glimmered in Luna's moonlight. "You ponies look so tired. I think I can help with that." > Royalty and the little boy > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jigsaw's best guard stood menacingly infront of the ponies, and it seemed like time had stopped for the opponents. The bipedal creature was the first to make a move. It came with lightning fast speed towards Rainbow Dash, and even the fastest of the friends had a hard time trying to dodge the crazed knife swings aimed at her vital organs. Applejack was the first to wake up from the initial shock of the attack and assist her friend. She came right up to the strange monster and bucked him hard in the stomach, giving Twilight enough time to cast a spell at him. The shot hit his face directly, sending him flying backwards a good distance away from the frightened mares. "You okay there, Rainbow?" Applejack couldn't tell if her friend had suffered any slash wounds from the knife. To her horror she saw that her cyan friend had long crimson gashes over her legs, chest, and wings. The cuts, though being non-fatal, still were very painful to deal with. "Darn monster went and cut Rainbow!" A chaotic laughter rang through the forest. The assailant was back on his feet and standing before the group. It didn't seem to feel the pain of the burning pig mask on his flesh as he removed from his head. Under the mask was an even more terrifying sight. The creature's face was bleached a pure white. It's eyes seemed to stare into their very soul. A shaggy jet black mane came out from the creatures hoodie and went down to his neck. The worst aspect of the biped was its mouth. It had smile bigger than Pinkie Pie's across its face. On closer inspection Twilight noticed that it was not a natural smile, but instead was carved into the creature's face. "go to sleep." Earlier That Day Night was approaching Equestria. Prince Blueblood walked down the hall of his mansion towards his bed. I need to fire the pony who is supposed to carry me to my room. Actually, Blueblood hadn't noticed any of his servants today. Note to self: get ponies who actually show up for work. Weird I thought I left that door closed? It must be a draft. He also didn't remember letting a filthy pig into his bedroom. There, peeking out just behind the covers of his curtain was a pig's face. No good for nothing swine should ever step foot into his abode, let alone the place I sleep. He dealt with it gracefully. "Get out of my manor, you revolting farm animal!" There was a small flash followed by the pig lunging straight at him. The two tumbled to the edge of the room before making contact with a wooden dresser. Blueblood was the first to react and smashed a nearby vase on to the pig's head. Without looking back, the prince made a mad dash towards his door, only to be have a firm grip wrap around his leg. The swine had recovered from Blueblood's attack and was now very pissed off at the pony royalty. The colt's eyes grew wide the more he examined his assailant's body. It was wearing clothes, had a mane, it even had hands! Blueblood stopped struggling for a moment as his body tried to figure out what sort of horrifying creature was in his room. The pig creature noticed this and quickly got the prince pinned down. "Off me this instant, you good for nothing-" Blueblood's words were quickly cut off after he felt a sharp pain in his neck, which was quickly followed the felling of nothingness. Slowly, his vision started to fade away, and lastly he felt his mind shutdown. Present "This forsaken place is nowhere NEAR fit for royalty such as myself!" Blueblood found himself in a dark cave. He had vague memories of his battle with the wired pig thing. His head was spinning and his head felt unnaturally heavy. "That pig better not have dragged me here..." His suspicions were confirmed by the streaks of mud and dirt on his perfect white coat. Lets get more light in here. The prince illuminated the cave walls. "What is this?" Shattered pieces of glass covered the rocky floor to his right. On his left a small pitch black curtain covered a hollow area of the cave which Blueblood could only assume was the exit. Sprawled across the tattered drape was the words freedom. That was easy. He slowly trotted towards the exit only to be stopped by a beeping noise. Puzzled, he looked around for the source of the sound. "Hello, Blueblood." The raspy voice startled Blueblood who was busy figuring what the sound was. Blueblood looked around the cave for the pony to try and get help. He soon realized the voice seemed to come from the walls. "For many years, you have ruled as an unjust ruler to those who live on your land. You see yourself as a strong and fair prince... but in reality, you only have power because you are related to the true rulers of your kingdom. It is time to see what will happen when power is taken away from you." Blueblood saw the reflection of his head off a rather large piece of glass. He picked up the glass shard to get a better look. "Will you rid yourself off your magic to survive?" A strange clay-like substance covered the middle section of his horn so that only the tip and the very base were exposed. "Your horn is covered with a plastic explosive. In order to escape you must remove your horn from your skull. Trying to leave with the bomb still on will cause it to detonate. Cutting through the bomb will also cause it to go off." The "noble" prince was shaking on his haunches. Picturing himself without a horn was something he dreaded (it was a sort of pride with him.) "You have one minuets to escape. Make your choice Blueblood, live or die." A ticking noise began the second the voice ended. "No, no, nooooo!" Without thinking, Blueblood dug ran around the room in search of something to free him from his death trap. Glass fragments embedded themselves into the Equestrian's flesh as he circled the room. Sweat stung his many open glass wounds. He finally saw an old hack saw laying down in the glass. He picked it up and looked at the blade, knowing what he had to do. A second thought came to mind. "You fool! Release me now, or my auntie is going to crush you, you bug!" He was responded with nothing, as the reality sunk in again. I have to do this. Blueblood tried to get the job done fast, something he soon regretted. He was full of indescribable pain moment the blade pierced the hard outer layer of his horn. The saw blade went back and forth, sending gory bits of matter onto the cave walls. Blood poured down the stallion's face into his eyes. His vision became a red blur off pain and agony the more he cut into his horn. Blueblood sat on the floor just thinking, Back and forth, back, forth. Over and over, inside his mind. The blade had just reached the center of the horn when it came in contact with a major nerve. "Arrrgh!" Blueblood's system was overwhelmed by pain. The exhaustion from sawing his own horn off became to much for him to bear. He knew that there wasn't much time left in his life. "Please, I'm sorry if I did anything to you. Just please let me go." His voice was very shaky and gurgled from the pain. An alarm buzzed somewhere inside the cave. A sense of hope flickered in Blueblood eyes. Maybe that thing is letting me go. His hopes were smashed by a ringing laughing sounded through the cave. The beeping on his horn started to pick up in pace. "You have failed to purge yourself of your faults. Now you will be purged from existence. Game Over! Bluebloods last thoughts were about why he deserved such a fate. One Minute Earlier Jeff brought his knife down on the orange pony only to have it air again. This didn't affect him though, he liked to play before he finished the job. Again and again he had six mares scrambling out of the way of his attacks. Each time, they would get back on their hooves and they would immediately have to dodge another. Slowly, Jeff realized that his opponents were steadily gaining the upper hand. A bright purple orb soared directly towards his stomach. Not this time. Jeff dove under the shot and slid straight up to its user. He grabbed her neck and slammed the handle of his knife on her forehead. The mare stumbled back as she fought to keep conscious. The five other less injured ponies rushed towards him. Jeff dropped into fighting position only to see them run right past him towards their friend. "Wow, can't you wait till we finish fighting to help her? You pony things really are pathetic." The orange and blue pony stood up to try and defend their friend. "Come on, I want to help her go to sleep." A loud boom went off in the distance causing the Jeff's grin to grow wider. "Looks like my job's done. Maybe we can play some other time, but right now I have to go." He took off down the forest clearing, knowing that he wouldn't need any cover to escape. Behind him he heard a rapid flapping noise behind him. Rainbow Dash cut through the air towards the biped freak. She wanted this thing to get the pummeling it deserved. Right when she was only a few feet from him, he disappeared. Suddenly Rainbow Dash felt more pain then she could think possible. She crashed into the ground and caught a glimpse of her target. His face and hoodie was soaked in fresh blood. She tried to stand up, only to have her muscles scream out in protest. Rainbow Dash looked down at her stomach and felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Fear for her life. Just below her rib age was a long clean. The biped had went prone at the last second and just had to hold his knife out as she flew over him. She didn't know how deep the wound was, but she knew she had to find help fast. "Thank you for creating the best excuse of why not to follow me." Jeff started laughing over the wounded pegasus. "Who are *cough* you?" The creature brought its scarred face right next to hers and said, "I'm Jeff, Jeff the killer." Jeff then grabbed her head and slammed it into a rock knocking her out cold. > The carousel (part one) > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Three months later Three months. A lot can happen in three months. Security around Equestria had been taken to a new level. Armed guard ponies took vigil over several towns. Travel and trade in the land had been brought to a halt due to fear of more foalnapping. Rainbow Dash was in stable condition after the torrent of knife attacks unleashed upon her. The doctors were amazed by that a sentient being could unleash such gruesome havoc on somepony. After all, Equestria had never fought against a foe that good shed blood without remorse. Luna and Celestia would not risk any more incidents after Blueblood. The prince's funeral had been a small one, Attended by the four royal alicorns and a few nobles. Still, despite the advanced security measures taken to prevent further assaults, six more ponies went missing. The strange connection between the crimes was that they all worked for Filthy Rich. Because of this reason, the wealthy businesspony scarily left his house after dark. He kept his daughter with him or with a group of friends at all times. Filthy rich needed to make sure himself that his daughter made it to school as it was obvious the target of the foalnappings were ponies associated with him. The increasing pressure of the situation had taken a toll on his mind. He had more and more restless nights as the fear of being attacked became more and more possible. His eyes saged and his mane was a mess. He had watched one by one as his best workers had "mysteriously disappeared." He had scarcely left his house during day, and would only venture out with a group of reliable ponies. Rich was just on his way back home from a shopping run. Luna's moon hung proudly over the night sky illuminating his path. With him was two of the most well trained bodyguards he could find . His house was deathly quite and he was sure that he had hired a few guard ponies to watch over it. He slowly crept through his dark house in search of his daughter. "Tiara? Where are you? You better not be sneaking around at this hour." Rich waited hopefully for a response but was greeted by a unnatural silence. A little unnerved, he went inside the kitchen to search for his daughter. The stallion wanted to think that she was getting a snack even though he knew in his heart she wouldn't be there. Though by now means the best in Ponyville, Filthy Rich kitchen was a truly amazing sight for common ponies. The stoves and ovens designed to be used by several cooks. It had tiled floors and walls with well furnished ceiling. Knives, spatulas, and other utensils hang from wires across the room. Ponies really did not lie when they said it was a stereo-typical upperclass room. Rich krept slowly through the grand kitchen as if to not disturb the deathly quiteness of the room. A few feet in front of him, Rich noticed a lone note attached to a wire dangling from the celling. Hmm, guess the cooks forgot to pick that one up. Rich picked the note off the clothes pin and decided to read it. Written in sketchy red pen were the words "Sweet Dreams : )." The Stallions heart sank. Right when he walked in he knew something felt out of place. He just stood frozen even when he felt somepony, no something tap his back. A could strong blow from a lead pipe sent him right into The comfort of his own mind. * * * Very slowly, Filthy Rich began to regain consciousness. His vision was still very blurred and he felt disoriented from the assault. He felt his head to find a nice plump bruise festering above his left ear. As his sight became more clear he was able to make out his surrroundings. The room was well, just a room. There was no furniture, the walls were a monochrome shade of grey, and the only light came from a flickering glass ball over his head. Infront of him was the rooms only feature. It was a slightly rusted push door that had a marking on it. The mark was one of those you might see at an magic shop that sold illusions. It was painted in a dark red paint and seemed to his only exit. Cautiously, Rich opened the door. Immediately lights accompanied by loud sirens went off causing rich to stumble back a few feet. Fenced of and chained to a rotating carousel was his missing employees. They were panicking and frantically struggling with the chains that bound them to the device. Rich hesitantly neared the cage blocking him from the other ponies. He leaned against it and began to sob. He knew what this was and based on the current statistics, he assumed he would probably not survive. One of his workers (he didn't see which) shouted out to him. "Mr. Rich what is this?" Filthy looked up and gave him the words that the sick twisted bucker had used every time during these situations. "It's a game." A loud static drew everyone's attention to the television (if he remembered correctly) to the left side of the room. On the screen was the puppet that damn puppet that he watched oversee pinkie pie's tormenting. The head and eyes abruptly snapped from looking at something of screen towards Rich. "Hello, Rich. Before you are six of your most valuable associates, the ones who help you exort money from your clients. Their succes results in two thirds of your rival companies terminated. Now you must apply your analysis to them, and will you be able to find their errors?" Everypony in the room watched with terrified curiosity as the raspy voiced puppet explained there fate. Filthy was especially worried about what sick twisted game was planned for him. "Six ride the carousel, but only two can get off. The decision of which two survive falls upon you. But remember, the mounted shotgun will continue to fire until all six rounds are spent. And if no decision is made on your part, all six will perish. To offer the two reprieves, you must press the button in the box before you, however in doing so, you will give a sacrifice of your own. Two can live, four will die. Your decisions symbolized by the blood on your hoof. Let the game begin." Rich was becoming very dizzy. He know knew that he would not have to fight for his own life, but instead would have to judge the lives of six ponies. Rich's thoughts were interrupted by a loud squealing sound. The carousel came to a halt and brought him face to face with Thrifty Sales, a well done Pegasus mare who had a loving husband and had a personality very much like his own. She looked at Rich with teary, pleading eyes, begging him to let her be a survivor. This provoked a loud amusement from the rest of the ponies, each finding different reasons for her to die. Just then, the shotgun on the floor between them lifted towards Thrifty's head. A meatlic clank sounded as the shotgun loaded itself. rich knew that he quickly had to decide wether to let her live... Or die. > Only two can come off... > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rich looked at the mare with a mixture of fear and sadness. He knew that he would have to let most of them die. Thrifty's pleads for help were almost drowned out by the utter chaos that filled the room. All five ponies surrounding her were in a state on hysteria, crying and babbling some incomprehensible words. Rich's hoof hovered in front of the metal box. His mind working on whether she should be one of the two survivors. A audible chu-chunk from the shotgun sent his hoof into the box. Without hesitation he pushed down on the metal insides. "GAwhaaa!" Rich yelled in pain as a large nail drove into his for arm. Warm blood seeped down his amber coat while he waited for Thrifty to be saved. Slowly but surely, the weapon adjusted its aim towards the ceiling. An ear-splitting bang along with a ball of fire erupted from the shotgun. The ponies let out shrieks of fear as the carousel began to rotate once more. Thrifty silently sobbed while the last few tears ran down her face. The remaining ponies' cries for help became overshadowed with those of panicked anger. They shouted all the horrible secrets and misdeeds there co-workers had done. A few of them tried to bargain with Rich, saying that they would give him all that they had. Rich stood on stiff legs as he watched the carousel come to a sudden halt for the second time. This time Good Profit was in front of the weapon. Rich again shot his hoof into the box but stopped short of pressing it. "Press it Mr. rich, PRESS IT!" The white colt thrashed madly in his restraints as the gun prepared to fire. Rich stared blackly at his employee, wanting to save him but not making the action. He thought back to all the memories he had with him, both good and bad, tried to make a decision. "Hurry, press the but-" His plea was ended by dozens of metal pellets launched into his chest. Ponies screamed as their fellow co-worker's insides sprayed the room in a red mist. Good's lifeless corpse hung like a rag doll bound to the devices restraints. Rich dropped to his knees and sobbed against the side of the cage. Again, the demented carousel began to lazily spin around, carrying 4 Terrified equines to their fates. Cries of fear drowned out the wailing of the machine. A pool of Good's blood had pooled at Rich's hooves. Disgusted, Rich backed up from the bodily fluids and looked into the cage. Already another rider was in the death trap's line of fire. Quick Cash, another wonderful mare who had been caught up in some of his dirty work. She stared at him silently whimpering, her green body shaking mad from the danger of the situation. Rich reached out for the button, but stopped short just inches from contact. "What are you doing?! Press it, oh Celestia, PRESS IT!" She thrashed like a Timber wolf ablaze. The front of her once fine coat was covered on blood, sweat, and mucus. She cried and begged for her life, but her pleas registered as static to Rich, who stood stiff as a board during the mare's turmoil. For Filthy Rich, time had stopped long before anyone noticed he wasn't listening. The stress and anxiety of the hellish situation had finally gotten to him. In times of peril, one thing is certain about how we will react. Whether we talk about equines, humans, cats, dogs, or anything, we know they will have one of two reactions. Fight or flight. These both have their own unique strengths and weaknesses. Unfortunately for Rich, he had reacted with the wrong response at the wrong time. What some people don't understand is that "flight" does not have to be physical retreat. Seeing as there was no way to escape the deadly situation, he (perhaps involuntarily) had gone into the safety of his mind. Royal guards burst in through the doors of the carousel room. Inside was completely dark, the light from the previous room failing to shed any visibility. The first thing that hit them was the revolting scent of death. As they filed in, a lone brown stallion kept his gaze on the grizzly scene in front of him. Five ponies, both male and female, sat dead in the same demented carousel. Each of the five bore an apple Sized whole in their midsection. Only a single green mare seemed to be spared. Her body hung lazily in its harnesses, seemingly untouched. Rich noticed none of this and continued his gaze forward. The squad leader, a pegasus, slowly approached him. Slowly, he prodded him with his hoof. Failing to reap a response, he turned around and motioned for the rest of the squad to move in. When the captain turned back, he was met with Rich's unblinking stare. The waited in silence, waiting to see who would talk first. Filthy kept his gaze and began to quiver. "I'm sorry, game over." The stallion then proceeded to fall to the ground, dead.