>It's cold.
>It's also quiet, but you're used to that.
>Canterlot streets are always quiet when you're out working.
>This p0ny on your back is heavy.
>You don't stop though.
>Dad would be angry if you were late. Plus he wanted to get his hooves on this colt right away.
>He HATED this Stallion.
>Must have broke one of the rules.
>You broke his horn a bit.
>You hope dad won't be too angry with you.
>Your knee hurts. The left one.
>Probably from when this colt on your back bucked you during the struggle.
>You tried to hold the rope tight enough. Nice and tight and stay upright. Just like you were told.
>That made sure nop0ny could reach you while you choked them out.
>You messed it up though...you're a bad...whatever you are.
>Dad will be angry about having to call the doctors again.
>He hated anyp0ny seeing you.
Caclick. Creeeeeek
>"Hey! Who's out there!"
>Oh no!
>Light!
>Somep0ny must have seen you and come out to look!
>Stupid! Stupid Anon!
>Run. Just gotta run.
>Your knee hurts.
>This Stallion is heavy.
>You can't stop though.
>If you get caught. They'll take you away.
>Dad will stop loving you.
>You love Dad.
>The sound of approaching hooves passes beneath you.
>Your escape was made by scaling a nearby cobblestone wall.
>You're really glad a...whatever you are is real good at climbing. Even with a hurt leg.
>You drop down, the street makes a soft rumble from your weight.
>You're too big.
>"What was that!?"
>There they are. The p0ny that almost caught you.
>They stopped after passing your hiding spot underneath a street lamp.
>The light looks warm.
>You wish you were warm.
>You wish you could go into light like p0nies do.
>"H-hello?"
>They sound scared.
>"I s-saw you limping from my window."
...
>"You looked hurt and-..."
>They should be.
>"I thought you might need he-"
CRACK
>That p0ny.
>A mare looked like. Green with a yellow and green mane.
>She almost made you break a rule.
>Don't be seen. Ever.
>You're a good...whatever you are. You don't let anyone see you.
>If they do. You make sure to hit them like Dad does when you break a rule.
>...you hit a lot harder than Dad.
>After a very long time walking outside, you're finally home!
>You can see dad!
>Just in time too. The sun was starting to rise when you got back.
>If you were ever outside with the sun...
>Dad would yell...and hit you.
>He doesn't want you to burn up.
>So he hits you. To make sure you know how to be good.
>Dad's best butler. Fancyhoof meets you right inside your special door.
>You're too big for p0ny doors. Too clumsy too. So they made you one special. It says something on it but you can't read.
>You wanted somep0ny to teach you to read once...but Dad got mad.
>'Only P0NIES read. Stop trying to be a p0ny. It's pointless anyways you're too stu-'
>You're too stupid to learn to read.
 
 
>Fancyhoof says nothing as you drop the Stallion Dad wanted.
>He never says anything to you. He just collects the p0nies you’re told to bring and takes them to Dad.
>He does raise an eyebrow when you drop the mare from earlier.
>His brows furrow in consternation. He knows Dad didn’t ask for a green mare with a yellow and green mane.
>He only wanted this unicorn colt.
>He’ll tell.
>Dad will be angry.
>You whimper. Fighting the urge to speak. To apologize and ask him not to tell.
>You used to talk all the time. Dad showed you how bad that was.
>That’s why your teeth are so crooked now.
>That and you just being ugly.
>You’ve never seen yourself but you know it’s true.
>Dad says so.
>Fancyhoof didn’t take the stallion you brought. He just ducks back into the kitchen nearby.
>That’s bad.
>“What do you MEAN it brought in an ex-…”
>Dad’s here.
>“Y-…you didn’t.”
>You whimper again. Shrinking back toward the darkest corner in the room.
>“M’lord. It’s appears to be mare. I believe she attended your last suare’. Seafoam is her name I belie-”
>“Get the Buck out of here Fancyhoof.”
>“Yes M’lord…shall I?”
>“Yes. Get rid of her. No evidence…the plans for Stinkyrich remain the same.”
>Dad points a hoof toward the Stallion.
>“Be sure the message to his brother, Filthy, is sent in the morning.”
 
 
>Dad seemed calm. He was always calm when he handled business.
>Fancyhoof leaves though, dragging both p0nies on his cart.
>Dad’s not calm anymore.
>He hit you…so much.
>‘YOU’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING RIGHT!
>I HAVE ‘ONE’ USE FOR YOUR MASSIVE FLANK! ONE!
>YOU CAN’T EVEN FOLLOW! SIMPLE! RULES!
>‘THAT BUCKING SLUT WAS CONNECTED TO ME! OF ALL THE BUCKING MARES IN THE CITY!’
>You cowered. Whimpered. You even ran to the other corner once to escape your punishment.
>That was a mistake.
>‘WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING!?’
>That’s when he got the switch out. He swung it with his magic while hitting you.
>You deserve it.
>You were bad.
>…but it hurts so much.
>You do what you’ve always done. Cover your face and get small. As small as you can.
>Knees at your ears. Back curled like an armadillo. Blows to the shoulder and back hardly hurt anymore. You’ve been hit there a lot.
>Dad still draws blood though. He doesn’t stop until you’re covered in it.
 
>Dad finally stops once he’s tired.
Huff…huff
>“You…’gasp’…useless bucking chimp.”
>He called you something.
>Is that what you are. A chimp!?
>You look up at Dad.
>You don’t know what made you ask.
>You didn’t mean to be bad again and speak.
>You just did it.
“Is that what I am Dad? …a ch-..Cha-himp?”
>Dad looks angry again…but he turns around like he’s leaving.
 CRACK
>You’re stupid.
>He wasn’t leaving. He was turning around so he could buck you in the head.
>Everything’s dark.
>You’re head’s spinning like it always does when he hits you too hard.
>You hope you don’t forget your name again. Or your favorite color.
>You can barely hear voices.
>“Dump it somewhere.”
>“M’lord we’re not even sure if it’s-”
“Urrrrrgh”
>“Dead. It’s clearly not dead.”
>“That can be quickly remedied…”
>You can feel a hoof on your temple. You must be laying on the floor.
>“M’lord…”
>“Are you about to question me Fancy? You should be well aware of the consequences of ‘that’.”
>IT HURTS
>YOUR HEAD HURTS SO MUCH!
>“M’lord it’s simply that…well Stinkyrich is waking up. Dawn has arrived and the search parties shall be on the move by at least noon.”
>The pain stops. Dad speaks through the haze.
>“Hmm…I suppose this asset hasn’t become toxic enough yet to waste such precious time on…”
>You can hear hooves clopping away.
>“Throw some of the dishwater on it at dusk. I’ll have another job for it then.”
>“Shall I call for the doctor sir?”
>“…it has lived through worse.”
>“Yes M’lord.”
>You hear kitchen staff walking into their work area as the door closes. Dad has his ‘in front of people’ voice on.
>“Good morning all.”
>The staff responds in chorus.
>“Good morning Prince Blueblood.”
 
>Everything is a blur of pain.
>It's always like this when Dad hits you too hard.
>It's like you're asleep, but can't dream.
>Everything hurts.
SPLASH
"Bwah! 'ack'"
>You're awake.
>You're wet.
>"Ah good. You've survived."
>Fancyhoof
"M-muh...my hea~d."
>You groan.
>"Myes indeed. You've most likely suffered yet another concussion."
"Uhhhhhhg"
>"He's waiting in his study. You should hurry."
>Just like always, your legs propel you upward.
>It used to be hard to get up when your head hurt like this.
>Not anymore.
>Fancyhoof looks scared for a split second when you stand.
>"My, you 'are' gargantuan."
>He shouldn't be.
>You can't hurt someone unless Dad says so...or unless they might catch you.
>Fancyhoof is safe.
>Dad likes him.
>"Come."
>He barks.
>"Mustn't keep his lordship waiting."
>This is the most Fancyhoof has ever said to you.
"Ok..."
 
...
 
>You’re too big and clumsy for the hallways p0nies use to get around Dad’s mansion.
>So you have a special one of those too, just like your special door to get inside.
>Dad says they also keep anyp0ny from seeing you. He hates having to get rid of servants.
>You guess that’s good then. The hallway keeps you good and lets people work.
>Dad says work is good.
>That’s why you work for him. Delivering the p0nies he hates.
>…you need to be useful.
>“Here we are.”
>You and Fancyhoof have come to your other special door.
>The one that leads to Dad’s study.
>Fancyhoof pulls the secret lever. Something whirrs and humms inside the wall.
>Then it slides back.
>“Yes. Come in Anon.”
>Dad.
>He finally looks calm again.
>You like Dad when he isn’t angry. His eyes stop being scary. Plus they’re nice and blue!
>Blue is your favorite color.
>“I awoke him with the dishwater as per your request Prince Blueblood.”
>“Excellent job as usual Fancy.”
SGRRRRRRRRRRGH
…
>You’re hungry.
 
...
 
 
Dad told Fancyhoof to get you fed before sending you out.
>You love breakfast. Lunch and dinner too if you can get it.
>It's so different from everything else you have.
>It's dark when you wake up so the servants are out of the breakfast hall.
>You get to sit at a table and everything!
>Dad says you need lots of food to stay strong.
>You need to be strong to be useful.
>You HAVE to be useful.
MUCH crunchmuch *burp* GLUGLUG much
>Fancyhoof has gone back to being quiet.
>That's ok. It's hard to listen and eat at the same time.
>"Fancyhoof sir. Oi've brought that pallet of bisquits his lordship requested. Shall I bring them in?"
>"Nono Hank. That's quite alright. His lordship wishes to gnosh in private."
>Fancyhoof shoos the servant away before they try to enter.
>No one's allowed to see you.
>That'd make you bad.
>Suddenly a tray of fresh bisquits enters the edge of you vision, joining the rest of your feast.
>Scrambled eggs.
>Wheat toast.
>Hot Oatmeal...
>...and your favorite.
>MEAT!
>Sausage. Bacon. Ribs. There's even steak today!
>Twice as much steak as usual.
>Sometimes you wouldn't get any steak at all.
>'I can't be sparing such a hot commodity purely to fill that gluttonous gut of yours.'
>Dad liked to sell meat.
>Gryphons liked it he said.
>Especially the kind he had to sell.
>He said it was special.
>You don't really care.
>You get ALL the leftovers though.
Gnossssh! Shhllluurrrp. MUNCHMUNCH crrrrrRACK!
 
'Whump'
>Ohhh yeah. The insides of bones were the BEST.
>...You think Fancyhoof fainted.
 
>>
 
BOOM!
>"Wha!? Who!? Wher-"
CRACK
>"AYYYYYEEEEEE!!!!!! HELP! HEL-"
WHUMP.
CRACK!
SNNNNAP!
>...
>...
>Job's done. Time to go home.
>This time Dad gave you weird instructions.
>He told you to kill two p0nies but only bring back one.
>You think you're a good listener.
>Yep. The pretty mare is dead, neck snapped just like Dad wanted.
>The Stallion she was in bed with is still breathing.
>You didn't hit him that hard. Just real well in the horn.
>Unicorns always stay down after that.
>Oh wait.
>Can't stand and think. Gotta get home to Dad!
Knock-Knock-Knock
>"M'lord! Hoity Toity sir? Are you alright?"
>Oh no! Dad didn't say anyp0ny else would be in the house!
>Time to hide.
>The rafters of the bedroom are in arm's reach. You pull up to them with ease with the stallion draped across the back of your neck.
>"I'm coming in!"
Crrreeak
>"Sir?"
>P0nies can't see very good in the dark.
>You remember sometimes when you'd be right behind one, or right in front.
>"Sir? Where's the damn lamp!"
>They never see you.
Whoosh
>"Oh my sweet Celestia..."
>Not until it's too late.
Drip.
>Red splashes across the pajama clad servant p0nie's muzzle.
>Hoity Toity's head! It's still bleeding!
>"What...in the hoof..."
>The Butler turns, agonizingly slow. He looks up.
>...He sees you.
>"Mother of Tartarus."
>Goodbye.
WHATHUMP!
>"AHHH! GET OFF! GET! OFF OF ME!"
>He struggling the same as all p0nies. Hooves squirm and wiggle like a snake on fire. He's panting and twisting his neck to avoid your grip.
>He knows he's as good as dead if you get a hold of his head or neck.
>Doesn't matter.
>Nop0ny ever gets awa-
WHACK!
>PAIN!! PAIIIIN!!!
>You fall over, gripping your groin.
>This has never happened.
>Why does it hurt!?
>You can't breathe.
>You can't see.
SLAM! Clipclopclipclop!
>"HEELLLLP! SOMEONE HELP! THERE'S BEEN A MURDER! MURRRDEEeeerrr!"
>...He got away.
>Somep0ny got away!
>You have to chase them...
>You still can't get up.
 
    >You can hear voices.
    >"What happened!?"
    >"IT'S STILL UP THERE!"
    >"I'll get the guards!"
    >Alot of them.
    >You can finally stand.
    >Can't fight.
    >Gotta run.
    >You pick up Hoity Toity and toss his body over your neck like before.
    >Must be a good...thing.
    >Must get home.
    >Your bad place...it hurts so much.
 
    >The walk home took a lot longer than normal.
    >There were so many p0nies in the street!
    >Even the fliers were out.
    >You had to hide specially well when they came by.
    >It's still cold.
    >You wish dad would let you wear clothes.
    >You can't though.
    >'None but the finest of p0ny society are ever fully clothed, Anon. You're not even a p0ny. Why would a thing like you need clothes?'
    >You don't know.
    >You just know you're cold all the time.
    >Cause you shiver a lot.
    >Until you hurt somep0ny...or get home to your special room and your blanket.
    >You miss them both right now.
    >You hurt so much...
    >"HEY! I think I see it! Up on the roof!"
    >LIGHT! TOO MUCH LIGHT!
    >"Circle it men! Surround the building on the street! Pegasi move in!"
    >Gotta run!
 
 
>You have to run. Have to stay away from the light!
>Dad said you'll burn up in it.
>You don't have any fur.
>'Not even feathers or scales! Of course you'll burn up! Stay the dark my er...boy. Make sure no one sees that 'dreadful' face of yours. For all our sakes.'
>You run as hard as you can.
>Your bad place hurts.
>You jump, crawl and swing from the chimneys!
>Your bad place still hurts.
>You drop down into an alley once or twice. You can't stay on the ground long though, the p0nies down there catch you very quickly.
>...your bad place REALLY hurts.
>"It's headed for the castle! ALERT THE CAPTAIN OF THE CUTOFF POINT!"
>They won't stop yelling at you.
>"THIS IS YOUR LAST! WARNING! DROP THE P0NY AND STOP! NOW!"
>You can't stop though.
>Dad wouldn't love you if you were caught.
>Or burnt up.
>You smash right through a dividing alley fence.
>There's splinters in your arms and face...
>You don't care.
 
>There's so much noise.
>Your legs run on their own. They know each path through the cramped Canterlot alleys.
>You almost made it home.
>Home where it's safe.
>Home to Dad.
>You just want to be warm.
>You didn't make it past the castle gate though.
>You broke right through a fence, rushed toward the gate just to smash your face into something you couldn't see.
>"By Celestia what IS that thing!?"
>"Stay sharp men! I'll seal it within the shield!"
>There's somep0ny in front of you.
>Every light the pegasi were carrying is pointed at you now.
>It's so bright it hurts.
>"Alright you...thing."
>Everything hurts.
>"Just put the Stallion down..."
>It makes you confused.
>"...and nop0ny else gets hurt."
>Your eyes snap open. The cruel light stabs into them until sight returns.
>You should be burning now.
>Dad said if anyp0ny saw you in the light you'd burn right up.
>You notice the stallion in front of you is a unicorn.
>"Can you understand me?"
>He's white...purple mane."
"Too...bright."
>You mumble through clenched teeth.
>The p0ny looks shocked that you spoke.
>"IT CAN SPEAK!"
>He yells back toward the guards at the gate.
>The splinters in your arms and face are starting to sting. Almost as bad as your eyes.
"Too bright!"
>"Bring another contingent around! Surround the courtyard! Bring rope! No-..."
>He glances back to you.
>"Chains!"
>Chains? What would he need those for?
>He isn't listening about the light.
>"Alright. You whatever you are."
"TOO! BRIGHT!"
>Your voice erupts out at him like a  cannon. His blue mane and tail shoot straight out as if in a windstorm before he's dropped to his flank.
>Your skin tingles.
>"Captain Shining! Are you alright sir!?"
>The air around you seems more purple.
>"We have it subdued with magic sir!"
>Some of the guards are rushing toward the white unicorn.
>They're not surrounding you.
>RUN!
>Just like that you're off again, vanishing into the dark.
>The dark is safe.
>You can't burn up here.
>That tingling must have been what burning feels like. Good thing you got away.
 
~Narrator Pov~
>Gaurd1: "By the sisters...it just ran off!"
>Gaurd 2: "I thought you had it pinned with magic."
>Guard 3: "Who cares about that? The Captain's injured!"
>SA: "No. No I'm fine I just..."
>Shining Armor shook his head in disgust, trying to clear his vison.
>SA: "That damn thing's breath reeked so bad I lost concentration of my shield spell...at least we know why it's been snatching p0nies."
>Guard 1:"How so sir?"
>SA: "I know the smell of rotting meat well enough soldier."
>A grim silence befalls the nearby search parties that overhear that tidbit. As if the fate of any and all missing p0nies had just been made far too abysmal.
>SA: "Summon the night guards as well as the auxiliary watch. We need the whole city looking for this...thing."
>Guards: "Yes sir!"
>SA: "Make sure we get some warning posters up...and inform the guard of your weakened magical hold on it. This monster needs to be approached with caution."
 
>When you finally made it home, dad wasn't there.
>Fancyhoof said he had to be away. Official buisness he said.
>You know what that means.
>You're in trouble when he gets back.
>Fancyhoof took HoityToity from you at first.
>That made you happy, atleast part of what you did right will make it to dad.
>"Urrrrgh..."
>"I say...you left him alive?"
"Uh huh."
>"Where...wha?"
>"This simply won't do. Did Prince Blueblood instruct you not to kill him?"
>"Blueblood?.."
"Dad said to bring him back."
>Your answer is short. You like short answers.
>"Hmph!"
>Fancyhoof hates them.
>That makes you like them more.
>"I swear m'lord can train the hairless ape to speak, to fetch meat, even to sit heel but MANNERS! Oh Celestia no, that's just too hard!"
>You like it when Fancyhoof acts all huffy.
Caclink caclink.
>He's chained up Fancyhoof to your corner.
>That's wierd.
>"Until M'lord returns I'm sure you'll be safe right here."
>"Blueblood...you bucking fiend...Fleur?...Fleur where are you?"
>HoityToity looks sleepy.
>Must be the bash to the head and loose horn you gave him...that's a LOT of blood.
>You're getting hungry.
 
>HoityToity really does look sleepy.
>He's groaning and rolling his eyes around a lot too.
>He smells really good.
>Like dad's kitchen ponies.
>...he smells like food.
>Your favorite food.
>Meat.
"I killed her."
>Hoity seems to find his wits quickly at the sound of your voice.
>His pupils turn to pinpricks as he flails about, his hooves scramble to put his back to the wall.
>He's looking back and forth a lot. Never at right at you.
>Oh right. Ponies can't see in the dark like you do.
>"WHO'S THERE!?"
>He still smells like meat.
>"WHERE AM I!?"
>Wierd, he looks angry now instead of scared.
>"What did you DO to my Fleur!?"
"The mare...with you in bed."
>You lean towards him. You can feel the meager light from the slightly cracked kitchen door across your face.
"She screamed. I broke her neck."
>Hoity smells like piss now...and he doesn't look angry anymore.
 
>"What in the hoof..."
>Hoity gulps hard.
>"Y-...you're that thing. The one Blueblood talked about."
>You cock your head like you've seen cats do. You didn't know dad talked about you to other Ponies.
>"I thought you were just some fillytale he drummed up to scare ponies out of opposing him."
"Ah...pose?"
>You weren't fond of new words.
>They made you feel stupid.
>You were.
>Not the point.
>"I...yes. Oppose. To go against? To fight?"
"Fight..."
>You knew that word.
 
~Flashh baaack~
 
>"C'mon you shaved Go-rilla! GIT-EM!"
>You're scared.
>You hurt.
>"Blueblood! I thought you said this thing was a wreckin' machine!
>"RRROOAARR!!"
"AHHH!!"
>You scream. You run from this THING you're trapped in the hole with.
>It's big. As big as you. It has big teeth and big claws and wings and-
SHUNK
>A stinger...
>The crowd erupts into cheers.
>Your shoulder burns.
"Daddy..."
>You can't look anywhere else but above you.
>You see dad. He won't look at you.
"Daddy help..."
>He can't hear you. The ponies are too loud.
>"Honestly. You worthless chimp. How can you expect me to give a flying feather if you can't even fight?"
>The big thing is crawling up to your face.
>You're so scared.
>"Yeah! C'mon yah big monkey! FIGHT!"
>That word. The whole crowd's chanting it.
>"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
 
>Fancyhoof hands Dad a little drink with an umbrella...you know dad loves you. He just wants you to fight.
>What's fight!?
"WHAT'S FIGHT DADDY!?"
>You scream to make sure he hears you.
>Dad raises a brow at you, handing his drink to Fancyhoof.
>The big thing has it's claws out.
>"Anon..."
>You remember dad's eyes.
>You love Dad...you always know what he wants when he looks you in the eyes.
>"...Kill it."
~
>The crowd's silent.
>You did what dad wanted.
>The thing's dead.
>Why didn't he just say what he wanted sooner?
>Fight.
>You know what it means now.
>It's what you do while you try to kill something.
>The thing doesn't have a stinger anymore.
>You took it.
>It doesn't have wings anymore.
>You took those.
>You took it's eyes. It's left paw.
>...almost all of it's teeth.
>Your shoulder still burns.
>Darkness.
>You remember waking up in your room.
>Those doctors were there again.
>They were sewing you up like a blanket.
>"M'lord. I know this isn't our place...we're just physician's after all but this specimen is rare an-"
>"I believe you've stated the end of this conversation already doctor."
>Dad's was there.
>You're happy he's there.
>"It isn't your place to comment on what I do with my possesions."
>Dad's leaving...you're sad.
>"Patch it up. Then get out."
WHAM!
 
~Present~
 
"I know that word."
>You blink.
>Hoity just said dad uses you to hurt people who fight him.
>He sent you after Hoity.
>Your caveman brain ponders this for a moment.
...
>Hoity cringes when you crease the twin Yeti worms you have in place of eyebrows.
>1 plus one equals...
>"Please..."
>Equals...
>"Please don't hurt m-"
>TWO!
WHAM!
"YOU TRIED TO KILL DAD!!"
>Hoity can't seem to retort. Your hand viced around his windpipe is impeding his witty remarks.
>There's a dent in the wall where his head hit it.
>His horn is hanging off all wierd.
>Gross.
>"I- ACK! PLEASSSE!"
>He's wheezing.
>He's crying.
>Good.
>Nopony hurts daddy.
 
>You can see his eyes fading.
>His hooves are slowing down.
>Dad didn't want Hoity dead though...
>You drop him just before your leathery hand wrings the life out of this pony's neck.
>Hoity coughs so hard he spits up some blood.
>That's when you notice it.
>His breath.
>That's where the meat smell is coming from.
BOOM
>"Where is he!?"
>Dad's here.
>You're happy.
"Dad! I got'em. Just like you wanted an-
CRACK! WHACK CRACK!
>You knew you'd been bad.
>You knew dad would be angry.
>You just forgot.
>You were too happy to see him.
>"YOU...were...seeeen."
>Dad's stepping on your head.
>He only does that when he's REALLY mad.
>"Blueblood! By Celestia stop this madness! For the love of all that's holy find some decency in you!"
CRACK!
>Dad just hit Hoity, not you.
>Wierd.
>"Hoity you bucking worm..."
>You slink toward the opposite corner while Dad deals with the pony who "ah posed" him.
>The less beating the better.
>Dad must know how sorry you are.
>You know he's proud for you bringing him Hoity. Alive. Just like he asked.
>That's why he hasn't abandoned you yet.
>"You thought you could betray ME!?"
WHAP WHAM!
>Dad cracks a hoof across Hoity's face and slams into the wall where you recently imprinted his skull.
>"Blackmail ME!?"
>WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
>That hole is getting deeper. Hoity's horn is spinning by root threads...like when you used to lose teeth all the time.
>"Tried to put ME over a barrel! To STEAL!"
WHAM
>"MY!"
WHAM
>"PRODUCT!"
WHAM WHAM WHAM!
 
>"Puh...Plea-"
WHAM
"Puhuhuhleaaaaasee."
>Hoity is crying.
>You've never seen a pony cry.
>Dad said it was bad to cry.
 
~FLASHBACK~
>Your face hurts.
>You can't see.
>You wanted a hug.
>You wanted food.
>You were cold.
"Uhhhhuhuhuhhhh Huuuuuu!!"
WHACK
>The ground's back.
>You still can't see it but it's hit your face again.
>Mostly your nose.
>"How pitiful. Such a massive thing filled with such weakness."
"D-...d-d-...DAAAAdeeee-Uhhuhhh huuuuuu."
>"SHUT! UP!"
>You tried.
>You really did.
>You clamped your mouth as hard as you could.
>Squinted and even grabbed your throbbing nose to stop the noise.
>Nothing worked.
"Pffffftt UhhhH!!!! Huuhhh! I- *hic* I- *hic* I- *hic* Hmm! Mmmmuuhhhhhh HuhhH!!"
CRACK
>"You'll learn to stifle that noise eventually my boy. One way or another."
>You remember that day. It was the first time he ever said it.
>Dad took your bloody chin on his hoof and raised your face.
>You couldn't see his face but you knew he was looking at you.
>"Daddy believes in you."
>The first time he said he was your daddy.
 
~Present~
 
>"Please Blueblood...I can't possibly harm you now."
>"Oh I know Hoity..."
 
>"You never could hurt me Hoity. Don't you get that?"
>Dad's voice got quiet...but he's still angry. You know he is.
>You're scared for Hoity.
>"It's just...you disrespected me."
>Hoity's shaking.
>"You, a businessman. Had the gall to try and blackmail me. A royal."
>Dad's motioning for you.
>You don't dare hesitate.
>"That kind of audacity has to be punished."
>You loom behind Dad, staring into Hoity's eyes. He looks so scared.
>"Anonymous."
>Dad said your name.
>You couldn't be happier.
>You smile.
"Yes Daddy?"
>It's a terrible sight.
>"This Pony tried to hurt me. Tried to hurt your...daddy."
>Hoity looks like he's trying to wake up from a nightmare. He gulping and blinking like a fish out of water.
>"There's good news though."
>Dad let's Hoity go, looking to you as you stare the once noble pony down.
>You stomach growls.
>Dad smiles.
>"He's made of meat Anon."
>Hoity looks like he's been shot.
>"Your favorite."
>Your favorite...
>"You...bucking animal."
>You cock head, curious for a moment about what Hoity has to say.
>"Buck you Blueblood."
>He spits on dad.
>For split second, before the sounds of Hoity's screams and your chewing. You could make out the echoes of your Jimmies rustling.
 
>There's a lot of noise.
>You're used to it now though.
>This is place is familiar.
>The smell of piss. Taste of blood.
>The yelling.
>All the ponies are yelling.
>"SMASH EM!" "RIP HIS EYES OUT!" "KILL EM!! KILLLL EM!!!"
>You look up from your handiwork to dad.
>You want to know if this is ok.
>You've never killed a minotaur before.
>"C'mooon ya buckin' chimp! Finish em!"
>Dad's glaring at you. At your hands.
>"Uhhhrrrg."
>The Minotaur's waking up.
"Dad...what should I-"
>"Just kill him Anon."
>He sounds mad again...this usually makes him happy.
>Well.
>Dad said so.
CRRRR-ACK! CRACK!
>"AHHHH!!!! AHHHH!!!"
>He's still awake.
>That might make snapping his neck harder.
 
>You thought you did good.
>The loud fancy voiced pony talked about this minotaur a lot.
>How famous he was.
>How strong he was.
>He did hit hard.
>Not as a hard as you though.
>You noticed he didn't have scars...maybe that's why he went down so fast.
>You mashed his head on the ground for a while after that.
>Then yanked his arm backwards.
>You got distracted by his hands for a second.
>Minotaurs were the only other things that had hands like you did.
>It made you feel strange...like you might be normal, atleast a little bit.
>The Ponies started yelling for you to finish it though.
>So here you were doing what dad said...
>This minotaur's neck is thick.
>"AAHHHh!!! AHHH!!"
CR-CRRRRR-CRACK! SNAP!
>Everything else seems real quiet all of a sudden.
>"AHh! HELLLP! HELP! SOMEPONY! ANYPONY! GET- ACK!! HELLLLP!! HELLLLP!"
>Nopony will help.
>Nopony stops the fight.
CR-CRRRRRRRRACK-CRACK CRACK!
>...
>...
 
>...he's dead.
>You look up to dad.
>He's smiling.
>You smile back.
>It's a horrible thing.
>"MMMMMARRRRES AND GENTLECOLTS! It looks like once again! Our winner is! THE INDESTRUCTIBLE! THE VISCOUS! THE UNSTOPPABLE ANONYMOUS BEEEAAAAST! "
>The noise is back.
>It's ok though, because dad is smiling.
>You lumber backward, headed for the dark tunnel you entered the pit from.
>Right when you turn though the noise changes.
>"EVERYONE DOWN! BY ORDER OF THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES!"
>Screaming.
>Everyone's screaming.
>Your turn back just in time.
>To see the set of hooves headed for your face.
>You remember the face on the pony attatched to them too.
>That blue mane.
>That armor.
>The guard who spoke to you.
>Darkness.