The Task
Puppy smiles, dry spells, and effervescent ideals. An idea bubbled inside the brain. Her name translated to a flower that landed well. The inability to find chaos amongst the painful indecision. There entered peace inside the mind. A simple life for a simple pony. That exacted the means for comfort amidst the happenings of this world. She wasn’t anything special. The only respite she had was the flowering to a beautiful plant. And any stallion would take her.
Roseluck wanted something much more than this. A life of interest and debauchery. Times for an alone pony to which equated more than flowers. This budding color needed to experience ways of life. Herself watched from inside. The garden she had worked on sat outside. Her own orchard of plantation and life. How they melded with the brown dirt. Where they bring color on their own merits.
She watched with her cup of coffee. A blue scarf around her neck. Roseluck took a sip of the warm and tasteful black. The chill outside felt frightful and she worried for her own. She smelled the scented air. The only scent left came from the coffee itself. The darkness of the coffee would give the caffeine she needed. A robust flavor that had affected her senses and made them sharp. Warmth spread from her cup to her hooves. She could feel the heat had returned.
Roseluck placed the cup down on her cupboard. She looked at her flowers and other plants. Her seat so inviting after had stood for so long. How she admired her work to an obsessive degree. She didn’t mind it though. The obsession was obvious enough. Others would look at her if they knew the truth. A sight that would upset and discourage. The thought cradled her mind for a while and she needed release. Her hooves on her head couldn’t dispel these thoughts.
She fell on the floor. Her body convulsed from the mental chaos. Roseluck stood up and grasped the coffee cup. She threw it at the door with a disheartened cry. A bunch of broken cup pieces fell to the floor. A smudge of coffee on the front door. The memory of a nightmare started to consume her. Roseluck could remember everything. How she could have let any of that happen. The night she couldn’t bear to forget ever.
Back in high school when she was just a bud. How things were so much better then. Until she went through, that.
A walk home from a late hour. A group of stallions that came from the forest. Her gagged breaths, the strip down with magic, and all from the direction of Canterlot. A memory so foul she could not forget. The horrible misdeed that shook her core. All would be well now. For everything she needed was here. A grown earth stallion with houty touty clothes. Restrained with rope and tape. A look of absolute terror on his face.
“Do you remember me?” she said. Roseluck took a knife from the kitchen. A blade so used to daily norm, now to be used for something more delicate. Her smile rose to the sides of her face.
“You think I wouldn’t forget?” she continued. “My thirst hasn’t been quenched in such a long time”.
She removed the bind from his face as it slid.
“Please, I know what I have done, but just spare me!” he said. “I’ve changed my ways, don’t do this!!”.
She placed the blade close to his mouth. So close and ready to cut. A knock on the door. Roseluck gasped and looked towards it. The stallion tried to speak but got muffled in one quick motion. She opened it with a slow slide. On the other side showed Fluttershy. She smiled at Roseluck with a happy grin. Fluttershy flew and landed on the foot stand. Roseluck couldn’t speak a single word.
“Hi Rosie, I’m here to pick up some dandelions for Angel, he’s such a hungry thing and I can’t seem to keep him quiet,” she said.
Roseluck with her blade hidden spoke with a calm demeanor.
“Uh, just take from the garden, no need to pay for it,” she said.
Fluttershy smiled.
“Really, wow, thanks Roseluck, It means a lot!” Fluttershy said.
Roseluck watched as Fluttershy went into the garden. It’s entrance an upside-down U of flowers. She closed her door and went back to her revenge scheme. The stallion scared beyond his wildest imagination. Not even a manticore could outstrip this level of fear. He shook as his captor came near. Her blade ready to stab and cut. She raised her weapon high. The door screeched open and Fluttershy appeared. Roseluck looked back at the intrusion.
“I’m sorry Rose, but I can’t seem to find the dandelions, did you run out-” she said.
Fluttershy looked up and saw everything. She yelped and went out the door. Roseluck put the blade between her teeth. She ran at top speeds and leaped as Fluttershy took flight. Her hoof grabbed onto Fluttershy’s leg. They both fell down and hit the ground. Fluttershy tumbled and rolled into the earth. She dozed off before she saw the image of Roseluck above her. Fluttershy awoke to the splash of water. Her body restrained by rope. She couldn’t believe what she just has gotten herself into.
Roseluck slapped the flat part of the blade against her hoof. She wondered what she would do to these two. One that she hated, but another that had seen everything. Fluttershy’s customer status felt negligible. She had always been somepony that bought at bulk. The problem that she needed to answer had to come soon. It’ll be nighttime at some point, and Fluttershy would be searched for if went missing. She is the element of kindness after all. No pony would just leave Fluttershy to the wind.
“I’ve got just the thing,” she said.
She took her stallion prisoner to the kitchen. A quick yet loud scream came out. Some blood dripped into the living room. Fluttershy screamed from the sight of the blood. She tried to shake off the restraints but they were too tight. Roseluck returned to her covered in blood. She dragged Fluttershy’s chair to a seal in the floor. The door was opened by her force. Fluttershy screamed as she fell down to the depths. The chair broke and left Fluttershy free, but it would be too dark.
She flew towards the light before it was slammed closed.
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Several weeks passed and everypony looked for Fluttershy. The armed guards searched everywhere. Her home, her usual places she resides, and anywhere she could have been. Twilight, on the case, found a clue from using a animal translation spell on herself. Angel told her through that she went to Roselucks. With an army of guards and more, Twilight bashed the door open to Roseluck’s home. To her amazement, she was there.
“What's all the ruckus Twilight?” said Fluttershy while she sipped tea. Roseluck continued to pour more into her cup. Twilight felt a fear that shot down her spine.
“Where have you been, we’ve been looking for you for nearly a week, no words nothing!!” she said.
Fluttershy calmly took a taste of her tea.
“Oh my, I’m sorry Twilight, I took a breather for a week with my friend Roseluck”, Roseluck smiled and nodded. “We were just having a week-long stay in, I didn’t mean to cause such a ruckus”.
Fluttershy stood up and walked out the door. She waved to Roseluck who smiled back.
“Oh Celestia, don’t do such a thing again, we didn’t know what could have happened to you,” Twilight said.
They went out of the door.
“It’s okay, I have found a new appreciation for a certain treat,” she said.
Twilight looked at Fluttershy with a deep sigh.
“Did Roseluck bake something? I’m kinda hungry from looking for you” she said. Twilight scratched her head with a nervous smile. Her stomach grumbled all the while.
“Sure thing, I’ve got extra,” said Fluttershy.
Her iris’ spread across her sockets. An eyeball held in her hoof. Her teeth sharp and jagged.
“Do you know what pony flesh tastes like Twilight!?”
Twilight screamed.