[PRESENT]
>"NO! PLEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY!"
>Shut up and BLEED you mother fu-!
>You swing your scythe in an uppercut motion at him.
>The blade buried itself up to the hilt in his stomach.
>The toe of the blade poked out of his mouth.

>You smiled as he gargled on his own blood.
>His eyes wide and rolled back, showing nothing but white.
>You turned around, resting the shaft on your shoulder.
>You reached out and held the shaft with both hands, like you were carrying a log on your shoulders.
>With a smile, you yanked down and bent forward.
>The satisfying rip of guts and the spurting of blood was heard as the blade tore itself from his body.

>You looked back to admire your handiwork.
>From his stomach to his jaw, he was split wide open.
>You laugh at the thought of leaving him here for his 'family' to find.
>And that's exactly what you did.

>You were tired, and it was time to go home.
>These fucking ponies...
>They never put up a fight.
>You have killed countless scores of them, and yet your bloodlust could never be fully sated.
>However, the fear in their eyes and movements as they went about their daily lives was hilarious in itself.
>Returning home, you tossed your bloodied scythe on the floor and dropped onto the couch.

>You were out like the dying heartbeat of a little girl.
>It was the first time in ages that you didn't feel the burning.
>The burning...
>Fuck that old man's curse.
>And the dreams...
>Boys and girls, those were some wonderful dreams
--
>All of your greatest achievements flashed before your eyes.
>The scale of what you have done.
>The sheer volume of people you had killed.
>It was breathtaking.
>But like all good things, it had to end sometime.

>When they captured you, the only thing you could think was, "What a waste."
>All those people you hadn't killed yet.
>Come the night of your execution, there must have been over a thousand people gathered outside to watch you fry.
>You were very upset about that.
>There should have been more.

>You remember there was this preacher in the observation room
>You thought he was just some bible-thumper wanting to save your soul.
>But it turned out, the old man had something else in mind.
>As you fried, he started screaming out like the freak he was.
>He asked god to curse you.
>To burden you forever with the flames of hell.
>Needless to say, you broke free from your bonds and tore his fucking throat out right there.
>It took less than a minute to kill 3 police officers, and get your mask back on.
>You never used to believe in curses, but it has been three months since that night.
>And the pain gets worse everyday.

"So let me tell you something boys and girls."
"I sure as hell believe in curses now."
--
>You don't remember a thing as to how you got here, but it was fucking annoying.
>The bright colors of this place burned your eyes.
>You would rather have the grey, dirty, and dark atmosphere of the city.
>Of course, this particular city wasn't always like this.
>You just helped it along to make it a better place.

>When you finally woke up, it was still daylight.
>What a shame.
>But it will be dark soon, so the fun can begin once again.
>As you clean your tools from the night before, you take a moment to reflect on past events.

>You remember the police finally cornering you once again.
>That shouldn't have happened.
>But what can you say?
>Those fucking girl scouts needed to die.
>You were only being a good sumaritan.
>The police took no chances in capturing you this time.
>They open fired as your vision went black.

>You woke up in a forest.
>A dark, foggy, mucky, beautiful forest.
>As you got to your feet, the retarded offspring of a lion and a scorpion tried to attack you.
>Needless to say, you were just as tall as it was, and stronger as well.
>A hard stab in the face and slitting of the throat was deeply unsatisfying for you.
>But then you heard a voice.

>"What did you do!"
>You turned around to see...
>Fucking Christ, you were in hell.
>A little purple unicorn was staring at you, mouth wide open.
--
>You wanted to kill her right there and then.
>But something stopped you from tearing off the scorpion tail and impaling her with it.
>Maybe it was your concious telling you she could be useful.
>A concious you didn't know you had.

"What the fuck are you?"
>She regained a little composure.
>"I-I am Twilight Sparkle."
>You don't give a shit who she is.
"I said WHAT are you!"
>She cowered in fear as you raised your voice.
>"I'm a p-pony."

>A fucking pony?
>God damn it all, you were in hell.
"Where am I?" you demanded.
>"The Everf-free Forest," she stammered.
"How the hell do I get out of here?"
>"I can take you back to Ponyville if you'd like."

>Civilization?
>A new playground?
>Excellent.
>Your voice calmed down from this new information.
"Very well little lady. Please lead the way."
>You knew there was some reason you didn't kill her.
--
>She led you through the forest.
>She kept quiet for a while, which was very nice.
>But her voice.
>Oh God her voice is worse than a baby's cry.
>She kept staring at you.
>You fucking hated being stared at.

"What." you ask, a slight rage in your voice.
>"I was just wondering..." she trailed off.
>"I was just... Doesn't that hurt?"
>She was talking about your head.
>The neverending fire that burned but never seared your flesh.
"Yes."
>Your rage and self control were reaching new heights.
>Never before had you ever restrained yourself from gutting the first person to look at you wrong.

>"Why don't you dump water on it to put it out?"
"It's a curse. It can't be put out."
>She stopped and turned to face you.
>A large smile was on her face.
>How great would it be to drive your fist right into her pretty little mouth?
>"I can help you!"
"No you can't."
>"Watch me."
--
>Her horn started to glow.
>You felt a major migraine in your brain.
"AAARGH!!!"
>You held your head and thrashed around.
>Her horn stopped glowing and she looked at you quizzically.

>"I don't understand. That should've worked."
>THE FUCKING PAIN!
>You should just kill her now to avoid anymore of this bullshit.
>She already pointed you in the general direction of town.
>"Maybe Princess Celestia can help."
>Wait, what?
>"She is the most powerful magic user in Equestria. She is sure to have the ability to dispel this curse!"

>Hmm... interesting.
>Perhaps you can spare her for the time being.
>This 'Princess Celestia' sounds like a powerful being.
>And a monarch no less.
>It would definitely be a new category in your long list of victims.
"Very well. But if you try that shit again, you can expect some Very. Serious. Consequences."
>She shrunk away from you.
>"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Good. Let us move on then."
--
>You were watching this pony as you walked.
>She opened her mouth a few times to say something, but shut it immediately.
>Good.
>You don't know if you can stand anymore of her chatter.
>She was also trying to sneak a few peeks at your face.
>Your mask terrfied her enough that she held back from asking about it.

>She led you through town.
>More of these disgusting creatures everywhere.
>You can feel their stares.
>Your mask, your 'hair', and your overall alien physique.
>All these new ponies.
>They weren't people, but they can die all the same.
>Looks like you will just have to make due.

>The unicorn led you to a tree house in the center of town.
>Upon entering, you see it is a library.
>She calls for someone named Spike.
>To your surprise, a little dragon came running down the stairs to the pony.
>She told him to take a letter, to which he saluted and ran to grab a pen and paper.
>The poor misguided soul.
>Why was he slaving for this fucking unicorn?
>If he wanted to, he could burn this place down, destroy the town, and eat this bitch.
--
>He returned with the items needed for the unicorn's request.
>He actually got a good first look at you.
>He flinched when he saw your towering form, and your fucking head.
>You gave him an intimidating stare, to which he looked down to his paper and started writing down everything the unicorn said.
>When they finished, he rolled the letter up and disintigrated it with a breath of fire.
>This little guy has some serious potential.

>"I told the princess what I found and asked if she would like to see you."
"Excellent."
>"However, I never caught your name."
>Now there was a slight problem with that.
>You had many names.
>Your birth name, Needles Kane.
>Your headline, Sweet Tooth.
>But to yourself?
>You don't fucking care.
>To you, you had no name.
>In fact...

>You crouch down eye level and smile through your mask.
>With a small laugh you tell her,
"Call me, Anonymous."
>"Oh, splendid! It's nice to meet you, Anonymous."
>She held out a hoof to shake your hand.
>You stood up and left her hanging.
>She lowered her hoof with a 'hmph'.
>"Maybe you could stand to learn a thing or two about friendship or manners."
>Maybe she could stand to learn the feel of your fist squeezing her heart.
--
>The dragon, Spike, suddenly burped up a scroll in a burst of flames.
>The unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, read it and order Spike to take another letter.
>The dragon sent it off and the unicorn turned to you.
>"Princess Celestia requests an audience with you immediately. Tomorrow, in fact."
>Very, very good.
>"She needs to see you personally to ask you questions to learn more about you and this curse."
>Hmm... that could prove irritating.

"Thank you, Twilight. I eagerly await our meeting."
>You smiled beneath your mask.
>Suddenly, the library door swings open and a pink pony comes bouncing in and right up to you.
>"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie, and you're new in town! Do you know what that means?"
>Holy fuck!
>She was more annoying than the other one!
>With a yell, you throw your fist around to backhand her.
>She easily dodges and moves in front of you.
>You bring your arms up and then down to try to hammerfist her in her happy fucking face.
>Again she dodges.

>"Teeheehee! This is fun! You sure are a playful one!"
>You try to hook her, or at least grab her mane.
>You miss by a longshot.
>"You're a fun one! You even gotta happy clown mask and your so into it, you have magic hair!"
>She goes to play with your 'hair' before you grab her leg and throw her across the room.
>"WEEEE!!!"
>She gracefully lands and bounces back over to you.
>"We need to throw you a 'Welcome to Ponyville' party!"
>Hmm... a welcoming party with all the residents of Ponyville in one spot?
>Arson would be way to easy and boring.
>You would have to wait and see what you had to work with.
--
>That pink one would be a great challenge.
>You can see it in her eyes.
>She's buried a monster behind a facade of smiles and happiness.
>If you could bring this side of her out, it would make for a glorious battle.
>She gets up to your face, but you don't try anything this time.
"Sure. Why not?"
>She squees with cheers of happiness.
>So very soon, dear.
>So very soon...

>The pink pony races out of the library.
>"That was Pinkie Pie," said Twilight. "She's a little crazy, that one."
>Ah, so the unicorn confirms it.
"I will need a place to sleep tonight. I think I will sleep in your bed tonight."
>"Oh, but my bed isn't large enough to accomodate us both."
"Looks like you're finding somewhere else to sleep."
>"But it's my room!"

>Without another word, you go upstairs and find her room without a problem.
>You lie down on top of the covers and pass out immediately.
>Twilight walked up and tried to kick you off by pushing you, but she couldn't budge you.
>Her horn started to glow, but Spike stopped her.
>"Maybe it's best NOT to wake him," he said.
>"Hmph! Fine." pouted Twilight, who walked and lied down on the smaller guest bed.
--
>The alarm clock sounded with the morning sun.
>You promptly threw it out the window, to the unapproval of Twilight.
>"Now why would you do that! I need that!"
"Shut up."
>You roll over and try to go back to sleep.
>"You are very rude, you know that?"
"Thank you. I take pride in my work."
>"Work? You mean your special talent?"
>She started getting giddy over this new information.
>She hopped on the bed and put her face close to yours.

>"Do you have a cutie mark? What is it? Does it correspond to your special talent?"
>Oh, this was just too perfect.
>You sat up and faced her.
"Do you really wanna know?"
>"Yes."
"Is it KILLING you to know the truth?"
>"Yes, yes, yes!"
>You smile beneath your mask.
"Heheheh... Very well."

>You quickly reach out and grab her throat, squeezing tightly.
>"Spike..." she whispered out.
>She can still talk.
>You must not be squeezing hard enough.
>You tighten your grip and move her face close to you.
"Just remember, you asked for it."
--
>You grab her horn with your other hand.
>With the hand that was around her throat, you promptly punch her in the face, stunning her.
>You grab her horn with both hands.
>Using her as a baseball bat, you swing her into one of the wooden supports.
>The sickening crack of her spine against the pillar was music to your ears.
>She crumples to the floor.
>You grab her by the tail and drag her through the library, to the basement.

>You toss her limp body onto a table, knocking the many books to the floor.
>You don't bother tying her down.
>It's not like she's going anywhere fast.
>Looking around the room, you try to figure out a clever way to finish this bitch that you haven't done before.
>There were vials and beakers filled with unknown chemicals.
>But you already killed a university professor with volatile chemicals...
>Perhaps you could shove the various vials down her throat?

>You look down at the floor and pick up a large tome.
>You don't care about what it's about, but it is a rather heavy book.
>You shrug and flip the table on Twilight.
>You stand over her, the book high above your head.
>You bring it down with as much force as you can muster, slamming it against her skull.
>You repeat several times, blood pouring from her face and ears.
>This is boring.
>You decide to say 'fuck it' and just end her here.
>You set the book down over her broken skull and stomp down as hard as you can.
>The satisfying crunch of her skull coupled with the splatter of brain matter makes this a very beautiful moment to behold.
>It wasn't very original, but you got a laugh out of it.
--
>Fuck cleaning up the mess.
>You can leave it for the bitch of a dragon slave.
>You walk back upstairs and take a quick look around.
>You could go for a daytime stroll.
>But you hated the fucking sun.
>And other people too for that matter.
>Ponies, people, what's the difference?
>The staring, the whispers, the rest of the bullshit they love to talk about.
>You want to slaughter them all.

>There was a knock on the door and you unsheathed your knife from your waist.
>You crept over to the door and peeked out the window.
>The police...
>More like armored guards.
>Law enforcement nonetheless.
>You will enjoy painting the library with their blood.
>You cracked the door and barely poked your face out.
"What do you want."
 
>The guard at the door was taken aback by your odd appearance.
>When he regained his bearing he asked,
>"Are you the one Twilight Sparkle wrote the princess about?"
"Yes I am. What's it to you?"
>You gripped your knife tighter, ready to lash out and jam the blade into his eye.
>"We are your escort to the castle. The princess requests an audience with you immediately. Twilight Sparkle is also to accompany you."
>You get a laugh out of this, but suppress it quickly.
"She's gone right now. You just missed her. I don't think she'll be back anytime soon."
--
>"Very well. Since this is a matter of utmost urgency, we cannot afford to wait for her. Please board the chariot and we will be on our way."
>You sheath your knife and open the door.
>You step out into the sunlight, revealing your whole self to the two guards.
>Their eyes widen, but they turn around immediately and hook themselves up to the chariot.
>When you settle into the chariot, the two guards spread their wings and take off.
>You thought about taking one of these for yourself.
>You will need a new vehicle after all as your beloved ice cream truck did not follow you to this god-forsaken place.

>You lie back and doze off while you wait to arrive at this princess's palace.
>Your sleep being interupted by that fucking pony's alarm clock.
>You dream of a future in this world.
>A beautiful future where the streets run red and fire falls from the sky.
>You are an unknown in this world.
>A nobody.
>You worked so fucking hard to make sure you were reknowneds the world's greatest serial killer.
>You worked even harder to ensure that title was never taken away from you.

>Looks like you will need to start all over again.
>This infuriated you to no end.
>It's not like you have your whole life ahead of you to start all over again.
>You awoke in a rage and slammed your fist down on the side of the chariot.
>"You okay back there?" asked one of the guards.
"Just fine."
>You will need to work faster than before to make sure your goals aren't destroyed by this little teleporting incident.
>What better way to become famous than to take the life from their beloved princess?
--
[PRESENT]
>You peer out through the boarded windows of your 'home'.
>The moon is out now.
>It's funny how early the moon comes out.
>You may have played a small part in that, but who gives a shit?
>Night was your time.
>The time for run free through the city.
>The time to play games with all the little boys and girls.

>You set your scythe down, newly cleaned and sharpened.
>You hang it up on your wall of toys.
>You contemplate which ones you should bring with you tonight.
>The meat hook and chain was always good for a laugh.
>And very useful for when those slippery little bastards try to run.
>You can't decide if you should bring hedge clippers or a hacksaw for the ones with the wings.
>You will bring both.
>Combined with the hook, not even the pegasi can escape.
>This is too perfect.

>You coil the chain of the meat hook around your body.
>You carry the hedge clippers in one hand, the hack saw in the other.
>And, as always, your trusty knife strapped to your belt.
>As the large bay door slowly rolls open, the moonlight poured into your face.
>You took a large breath of the night air and began to walk.
--
>You cared not for who saw you.
>They wouldn't do anything but scream and run if they did.
>And you hope they did.
>The thrill of the hunt is one of your favorite parts of this game.
>And how could they not see you?
>The old man's fucking curse illuminated you like god-damned street lamp.

>Through the fog, you saw two ponies taking a night stroll.
>You would think they would have learned by now not to be out at night.
>One of them was a pegasus.
>The other, a unicorn.
>You fucking HATED unicorns.
>Their magic was the most annoying thing you have ever experienced.
>They could seriously hurt you, had they tried anything other than telekinesis.
>Had they known any offensive spells, you would have a serious challenge here.
>Fortunately for you, you like a challenge.

>You drop your tools and grab your chain.
>You begin to wind it up, spinning it round and round.
>The hook and chain distort the air around it's path, making a slight wind.
>You creep closer, your back against the wall of the building.
>The cursed flames atop your head gave you away.
>Both ponies turned towards you as you let your hook fly.
--
>The hook flew past the pegasus, and just past the unicorn.
>You yank back on the chain, driving the hook into the back of the head of the unicorn.
>The pegasus started to scream.
>You take a step back, regrip the chain, and yank back hard once more.
>The unicorn's horn rammed itself through the back of the throat of the unicorn, silencing her.

>You held the chain in one hand as you casually walked over to them.
>The pegasus spread her wings to try to fly away.
>She flapped as hard as she could, trying to lift off with the unicorn still attached.
>Unable to breathe very hard, she collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
>You stop walking towards her and turn around.
>You almost forgot your tools.
>How silly of you.

>Chain still in hand, you reached down and grabbed both tools with your free hand.
>Taking your time, you chuckle as you see her try to crawl away, whispering cries of help to anypony who can hear her.
>Too bad she is alone now.
>Well, not completely alone.
>Her friend is here with her.
>In body, not in spirit.
>But what's the difference?
--
>You crouch and watch her crawl some more.
>Like a bug with its hind legs crushed.
>You shrug and drive your hedge clippers through the base of each wing.
>She siezes in pain, unable to scream.
>You dangle the hacksaw back and forth in front of her face.
>The look in her eyes is absolutely adorable.

>You dont cut her wings of though.
>Instead, you rip the hedge clippers from her back and begin to trim the feathers from her wings.
>She begins to cry silent tears as you work.
>Stupid fucking wings.
>You hated everything about these ponies.
>The colors, the wings, the magic...
>Just thinking about this made you seeth with anger.
>With a shout, you drive the clippers through her back and pierced her heart, pinning her to the concrete.
>With a great amount of force, you spread the clippers, effectively tearing open her chest cavity.
>Her split heart hung out just a bit, but enough for you to notice.

>You sigh and collect your tools.
>The pegasus was determined, but proved useless to escape.
>The unicorn died instantly.
>How infuriating.
>You didn't even get a chance to fuck with her like you did the pegasus.
>Weak fucking ponies.
>Whistling as you walk, maybe you can find an unattended ice cream stall.
>Or one with a vendor, it did not matter which.
>The only difference being the vendor's gore stuffed in the freezer.

>After a very slow night, you finally return home.
>Only 8 kills.
>Fucking pathetic.
>You should've raided that motel rather than pass it by.
>Maybe then you would've gotta more quarry.
>You clean and hang up your various tools of destruction.
>There was still some time before the sun rose.
>But early to bed, early to rise, you suppose.
>You're asleep when your head hits the pillow.
--
[PAST]
>The thud from the chariot landing woke you up.
>You would be pissed, but you had the greatest dream.
>It was of you as a child, making your first kill.
>It was the mother fucker from your school who liked to bully you, who thought he was a tough guy.
>You knocked his ass unconcious and dragged him down to your basement one day after school.
>He struggled and begged for his life.
"You're not so tough now, are ya?"

>You laughed in his face and raised your knife.
"You know, nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death. Wouldn't you agree?"
>Before he could respond you started carving his flesh, careful not to kill him in the process.
>You cut with the skill and precision of a trained surgeon.
>He cried and yelled in pain, but a nice poke in the lungs silenced him.
>Eventually, you grew tired of your little game and just settled for some tent spikes through the eyes.

>From this moment, it was obvious you had found your calling in life.
>You quickly developed an insatiable thirst for blood.
>In the years that followed, countless mountains of bodies had piled up.
>The police could never capture you, not matter how hard they tried.
>There was the one time you were almost executed, but that was a fluke.
--
>"Welcome to Canterlot Castle," called back one of the pegasus guards.
>You hop over the edge of the chariot rather than open the door.
>It was no ice cream truck, but it still got you where you needed to go.
>You miss Sweet Tooth.
>Perhaps you will meet again someday.

>The guards order you to follow them.
"Don't tell me what to do."
>They look at each other and roll their eyes.
>You follow them, all the while trying to figure out a death suitable for this kind of disrespect.
>They led you from the landing platform, through the massive hallways lined with equally massive pillars, and finally to a giant, regal door.
>The two guards at the door snapped to attention and your escorts pushed it open.

>The throne room was enormous.
>Way too large for any creature to possibly need.
>This bitch of a princess sure was greedy with her space.
>A large, white horse with wings and a horn sat on a throne at the opposite end of the room.
>Your escorts led you down a red carpet and bowed before her.
>She raised an eyebrow at you when you decided to stand there and cross your arms.
--
>"So you must be the cursed creature my student, Twilight Sparkle, wrote to me about. Am I correct?"
"You are."
>She stared at you, her eyes narrowed.
>She was studying you.
>Your alien form, your mask, and the cursed flames.
>Her horn began to glow.
>Your... Fucking... HEAD!!!
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
>You mentally force her from your head.

>That fucking bitch just tried to read your mind.
>She must have saw enough, as her face was stricken with horror.
>"I'm sorry... But I needed to know your past in order to better understand this curse."
"Did you get a good look?" you growl through gritted teeth.
>Your fists were clenched, ready to strangle this fucking thing with it's own intestines.
>"I did," she stood and started walking towards you. "And I have seen what you are, what you've done."
>She walked up and stared you in the eyes.
>You were eye level with her.

>"I should destroy you here and now. But I am willing to offer you a rebuttal."
"Are you now?" you ask with a playful tone.
>Her voice grew very serious.
>The guards themselves back out of the room, terrified as to what could happen next.
>"I can bring an end to all of your pain. I can rid you of this curse."
"Can you now?"
--
>"In the few seconds I was in your head, I saw your childhood, and just past your execution."
>She didn't see any of your time in Equestria yet.
>She had no idea.
>"I know a spell that can rid you of this evil."
>Her horn began to glow.
>"Should you accept, your curse will be over."
>"But if you ever return to you killing ways, the curse will come back to haunt you."
>Her voice grew more powerful, with an ominous second voice adding to it.
>"Especially my little ponies. And I assure you, there will be no second chances."
>She lowered her horn to your forehead.

>You had to decide.
>It was the freedom to live the rest of your life the way you want to, or a boring one.
>It took you all of ten seconds.
>You reached up and grabbed her horn with both hands.
>Lets face it boys and girls, a man needs to have his priorities straight.
>You snapped her horn off without much effort.

>Celestia reared back in surprise.
>She was too fucking trusting of complete strangers.
>Especially one where she knows of their violent past.
>Sparks flew from the nub that was left of her horn.
>You spun the horn around in your hand, playing with it.
>You finally clench your fist around it, and with a step forward, drove it into the side of her neck.
--
>You killed Celestia as well as you had ever killed anyone.
>You extacted the horn from her throat.
>Blood spurted like a fountain from the wound.
>Her horn matched your knife in it's sharpness.
>A nice weapon.
>But it was magic.
>Magic like those fucking unicorns.
>And you will have no part of it.

>You held it in front of her eyes, and threw it in the fireplace on the other side of the room.
>"NO!!!" screamed Celestia as her horn sparked, fizzled, and popped as it burned.
>The sun itself seemed to flicker with the burning of her horn.
>Not your problem.
>You drew your knife and stabbed up through the bottom of her jaw with it.
>The tip of the blade barely poked through the top of her snout.
>You lean in close to her and whisper in her ear.
"In case you haven't figured it out yet, I respectfully decline you offer."
>You withdraw your blade and spin around, slashing her throat.

>She staggers around for a good minute, trying to breathe and splattering blood all over the room.
>It was hilarious.
>Eventually, she fell to her knees and then toppled over, dead at last.
>You gave her an applause for the wonderful show.
>You walked over and sat in her throne for a few minutes.
>You could easily take over this pathetic pony kingdom, but you had better plans.
>There was a whole castle of guards who would want your blood for what you did to their princess.
>Let them come.