Title: Alternate Luke #3 LukeWarm the Slugger Author: mixedupDiscord Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/2NkYRVpW First Edit: Thursday 3rd of December 2015 04:21:28 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Friday 15th of July 2016 10:34:54 PM CDT I'll probably talk to you about this one later Shima, after stuff resolves between Lukewarm and business Luke   Name:              Luke Warm Gender:            M Race:              Unicorn Class:             Serial Killer Age:               24 Era:               Alternate timeline where LukeWarm kills his father Deity:             Nihilism Alignment:         Neutral Evil   Racials: --Unicorn Catalyst: passive; a unicorn’s horn counts as a catalyst for spellcasting. --Unicorn Telekinesis: spell; manipulate objects through sheer force of will. Complex tasks and heavier objects may require more focus. --Dowsing: spell; Find ponies   Skills: Chaos: Recharge 8 after effect ends; Turns all opponents against one another for 2 turns. Any non-critfail counterattack damage is also applied to a random enemy from their infighting Barrage: Ranged, Recharge 5; Hits all enemies within range, even if they are behind cover or not directly in your view. Benefits from Trick Ammo. Cleave: weapon; attack multiple targets within range that are close to each other. Every additional target increases the chance of a critical miss (attacking 2 targets crit fails on 2-; attacking 5 targets crit fails on 5-; etc)   Talent: Above Average: +1 skill point to be used   Inventory: (Equipped) Track jersery Chain necklace with letter L soldiered onto it Baseball cap Baseball Bat [single weapon] Two daggers along with an infinite supply of daggers that can be summoned [dual weapon and ranged weapon] Black and two white striped Drawstring bag (Within bag) Zippo Lighter Heath bar A picture of Lavender Current Rollerskates   Description: This iteration of Lukewarm looks exactly how the Original LukeWarm looks. Track Jersey, chain necklace, drawstring bag, the only addition was a baseball cap he always wore. This Lukewarm has a very chipper attitude, very optimistic, very friendly and he speaks eloquently and fondly. He doesn't like cursing and he doesn't like being rude. He seems like a totally normal dude.   (Spoilers) How the fuck?: This is the Lukewarm that would Heed Business Luke's advice that fateful day by the alley. He payed extra attention in school from then on. It did take his mind off the bullying. He'd check out books from the library during recess and generally refused to play with others. Not that he was ever invited. At home he'd indulge in more sophisticated entertainment. He enjoyed old films, reading history, religious literature, he became something of a renaissance colt. When he was bullied he possessed the wit to understand what exactly was happened as a hierarchy. He'd think back to the stories he'd read and the advice of great historical heroes and warlords. Luke lacked physical strength, he was overpowered so he sought retribution by manipulating the social ladder. He'd get ponies alone and play on their sympathies. Establish friendships without letting on to his true intentions. He extracted secrets and fabricated animosity amongst the little ponies. Until they were all under his control like marionettes, the power amused him and he enjoyed watching his work come into fruition. He was a bully behind the scenes. Ponies were too busy hating eachother to pick on him for being uniquely plain. In the 8th grade he'd finally exact the long winding staircase that was his revenge onto his primary aggressors..   By now his bullies were just as lonely as he used to be, though in actuality Luke was still very alone, but it didn't bother him anymore.  On a field trip to a lovely woods beneath cloudsdale Luke had been spending his time with the most popular pony in middle school Nickel Bullion. Luke knew how to get on his goodside by appealing to his narcissism while disparaging others, especially the bullies which were a popular choice of denigration for the kids.   "Haha yeah, you know what would really show those bullies though. If we got them stranded somewhere. hmm like a cave! And keep it a secret. Just until the next day of school. It'll be a riot, everypony will be laughing their horns off."   "ahahaha! Oh my Luke! You're right, that would be quite the prank. I'm chipper just thinking of it. How would you do it though."   "Hmmm, we could toss them a dare. I don't think those blockheads could ever resist a challenge. but.. I couldn't do it. They'd just bully me. You though! Everyone likes you, and you're brave and stronger than me, you could totally handle them. They couldn't step down from exploring a cave if you called them wimps."   "Those fellas do have it coming. They're nothing but a bunch of troublemakers." "Yup, it'll be fun! Sure to rise a laugh out of anyfoal. They'll probably talk about it for days!" "heheehe okay okay, I'll do it. Oh this is so nasty of us Luke." "That the saints may enjoy their beatitude and the grace of God more abundantly they are permitted to see the punishment of the damned in hell" "Uhmm you lost me there chap." "Doesn't matter!"   During the picnic Nickel would see to it that the bullies wonder off with him and he'd front them the challenge. "Wimps who you callin wimps!" "Yeah we ain't no wimps" two of the three foals rebuked   "Oh then prove you're the big stallions you say you are and go in, Just a dank, dark cave. I can't imagine whats to be so scared of."   "I don't think we should do this guys, what if-" "Shut it Marzipan! We're not a bunch of wimps. You ever walk in the dark. It'll be a cakewalk" "Yeah, the pride of our crew is on the line, we gotta." "U-u-uuuuh yeah,y-yyeah you're right, it'll be alright. We can do it" "Yeah no sweat." "Just stick back here little Nickle! The stallions are going for a stroll."   "Nooooo problem. You take your time."   Nickle turned back toward the picnic. The bullies' banter echoes out the cave. They were left behind Luke and Nickle sat with eachother on the bus, laughing over Luke's impression of them for when he had to call out "Here" when roll call was done. The next day the school were in a panic, the foals from the field trip were inquired about were they last saw the bullies. None of them had a clear answer. The bullies hardly got any attention, nopony enjoyed being around them. Lunchtime came and Nickle boasted having sent them to a cave. "I did it! It was all me, the prank ahaha" He shown himself proud of the deed and expected applause from his peers. The response was instead a clamor of criticism and bereavement. "N-no it well.. Luke helped! It was his idea" LukeWarm responded oblivious and innocent he put on a face that expertly expressed a feeling of hurt.   Nickle was sent to juvenile hall, the three bully boys were never found despite the searches. A few months later a mother on one of the foals committed suicide. Ponyville was sad for a while. Lukewarm had to hide his elation. There was a lot of arguing between Lukewarm's parents. Lukewarm was so used to his psychotic ways they rubbed his father the wrong way. Cold Dish saw his son as an manipulative sycophant, a stranger to everyone, and a pony that seemed like he was never really being himself. Cold dish often disciplined Luke for this and tried to be a better father through solemn strictness. But Luke was Hot Stuff's precious Lukey Wukey. She often disapproved of how Cold Dish handled Luke. There was a lot of yelling, being in the house was nerve wracking. Even for Luke.. sometimes. One night Luke and Cold Dish are having a heart to heart after Hot Dish had left the house after another heated argument with her husband.   "I'm just being myself dad, I don't know what you mean when you say things like that" "....Son are you happy? ..You act so jolly all the time, but gosh darnit son you can't fool your old Colt. You can tell me anything Lukey boy. I'm your dad." "Fool you? Dad you sound crazy -of course I'm happy. I have tons of friends, I got plenty to do, I have two wonderful parents-" "Bullcocky! Luke! You have so many pals at school why don't I ever see you doing anything outside of school, or inviting anyone over. You know me and your mom are fine with you inviting friends." "I just feel sapped when I get home from school. I need some time away, to recharge." "Do you really think we're good parents Luke.. All we ever do is fight." "Dad. Of course. I don't care about how much we fight. I love you, you're my parents" Everything Luke says to his father sounds fake. He can never listen to Luke without hearing that fakeness in his speech. It wasn't like he used to be. Luke used to be more sincere.. Cold dish doesn't know what to think. He responds with radio silence. Luke can see in his dad's face he doesn't believe him and it frustrates him "What! You don't think I love you!" "I don't know what to think of my own son, when he tries to turn my own wife against me!" "You're projecting! Everything Mother harrows you for is your own fault!" "Shut up! You little shit!" Cold Dish had launched the first punch at Luke, the exchange prompted luke to strike back at his father for the first time. The offense Cold felt was palpable. They exchange more blows as it escalated into a brawl in the kitchen. In their anger they toppled the table and scattered utensils. Broken dishes littered the tile. Luke's back thrown against the floor, his father wrestling him down. Luke threw more punches. And Cold Dish responded with more blows. He gained the upper hand, and was pummeling Luke while he poured out his greif and anger. "You smug fucking child! You're not my son! Were you ever my son! You're smiles are sad! You make your mom cry! People always ask me if my sons doing alright! and when I reach out to you, you shut me out! And lie to my face! And you have the gull to blame it all on me!" Luke is struggling, he is bleeding, he is very angry. His hooves skid and reach over the counters, be pushes himself up bouncing off the floor against his father's weight. His hoof is searching for something on the table. Trapsing across the granite he finds a handle and grabs it. Luke lunges a knife into his Father's ribs multiple times in a swift motion. Cold cries out painful yells. Luke stabs his abdomen and pushes him off. And then he keeps stabbing. Stabbing the torso many times, Staring his father in the eyes. He doesn't say any words, only heaving grunts from exhaustion and twisted feelings. His breath skipping catatonic on troubled groans, like air pushing  through wet sucking rubber. His father is dead and Luke is still stabbing him. Luke is crying but he is still stabbing him...   Tired, a bloody mess, the floor is ghastly with the color red invading clean tile floor, maneuvering broken porcelain. Lukewarm rests by his father's corpse. Bloody face with tear stains, he is smiling like an idiot. And laughing, in short bursts sometimes interrupted with hiccups.   Hot Dish entered the house without a sound but soon gave up the silence in roarous shrieks. Lukey Wukey was still in a sort of daze and couldn't care right now for his mother's hysterics. "LUUUUKE!!" choking tears, she cries "Lu-u-uke what have you done What did my little baby doo!!" She cries with the cold body and she cries with look. Neither could console. Both equally Idle. "Its okay. No one's going to take you away Lukey. You're my favorite little colt. I love you so much. Mommy Loves you so much." She hugs luke searching for warmth, unreciprocated. Luke isn't paying attention. Hot dish dug a grave in the backyard. She helped Luke up and washed him of his sin in the bathtub like he was a newborn. Luke said "I love you too mom" during the bath. He doesn't know if he really means it.   Hot Dish joined Lukewarm in the facade now. For the sake of her heart nothing ever be different despite everything that occurred. Cold Dish went hunting and never came back, was the story Luke and Hot dish eventually agreed without ever speaking the matter. The excuse forged itself over each time a pony asked, like a hot blade being folded, until it was perfect. After Graduating highschool Luke killed his Mother. He joined Lavender in Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. And he continued killing. It was his sport and it took his mind off things.