Sweet Tooth in Equestria [Grimderp]

[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.