Title:           “The Destroyer”
Author:          unwantedmlp
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First Edit:      Monday 18th of February 2013 03:14:41 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 18th of February 2013 03:14:41 AM CDT

>Day Unease In Ponyville
>Today has been nerve-wracking.
>Some creature known only as “The Destroyer” has been terrorizing Ponyville.
>The bad news was it was a pony.
>The good news is that it meant that you were not a suspect.
>The terrible part was no one knew who the pony in question was.
>There were never any good eyewitness accounts, and those that might have been helpful,
>well, they soon ended up a victim.
>Nowhere felt safe.
>Some of your pony friends have fallen victim already.
>You've traveled from group to group, joining groups as well as forming them.
>You also lost members, and would leave the groups you made or joined
>Everyone did the same as well, it wasn't safe to stay in one place for too long
>it was also advised to not get attached to other ponies, less you lose them and then your will.
>Dread fills you, never knowing when it will be time to run, or even if it will be too late.
>There is no way to be sure.
>You awake in a cold sweat.
>Rubbing your face, the nap doing more bad then good.
>Exiting your hiding place, its time to move on.
>Splashing cold water on your face from a nearby river, you realize just how terrible you look
>feeling just as terrible too. You got no rest.
>You had mostly run out of supplies, there is not much left.
>Consuming a meager meal of coffee and a slice of bread, you plan.
>You mentally map out where the least number of attacks have occurred, and make a route.
>You were however, beginning to lose the ability to care, too many of the ones you knew fell.
>After finishing your meal, you put on the jacket you were using as a pillow.
>Welp, time to make your rounds, hopefully your chosen route will be safe enough.
>You have a mental list of who was in the nearby area, you were planning on taking a pony with you.
>This can't help but remind you of those you lost, and it makes you wince.
>It became a bit customary for the ponies to trade supplies with each other, in return for some company and knowledge.
>Today you're going to meet Daisy, you just hope she had not left yet.
>She liked coffee, you were hoping she would accept the rest of yours and travel with you.
>Destination: the Crusader's clubhouse.
>You shed a single tear, they traveled with you at some point, and you took good care of them.
>But at some point, it was time to split ways, they left to join a different group.
>You never saw them again, ponies you spoke with afterwards didn't know of their fate.
>You turn a corner around SugerCube.
>There we go, there is her hiding spot.
>Before you can even knock, you hear a feminine voice yelling
>”THE HORROR!, THE HORROR!”
>It was followed by a large thud.
>You wasted no time and just kicked the door open.
>N-no...
>Feelings of dread and despair fill your chest and mind.
>The scene before you is catastrophic.
> Broken chairs, couch ripped to pieces, broken vases with dirt and flowers scattered.
>Signs of a struggle if you'd ever seen them.
>And in the middle of the room, was Daisy...
>she was laying on her back, eyes wide, breathing erratic and hard
>Eyes wide just staring at the ceiling
>You step over to her
>Her breathing increases as she notices you, but calms a bit as she realizes who it is.
>You whisper to her:
“Daisy...I...”
>Taking off your jacket, you place it on her
>You kneel beside her and she turns her head to you slightly
>Cupping her head with you hand, the other begins to rub her chest to help calm her.
“I was too late...”
>You can't fight back the tears that flow on your face.
>Daisy the flower pony begins to also shed tears, and turns to weakly nuzzle your knee.
>She closes her eyes and stops shivering, breathing slows.
>This...this is not the first time you came across a victim.
>It is however, the first time you arrive just as it happened.
>Looking around, you don't see any other living beings.
>You brush her mane with your hands, anger beginning to boil within you
>Whats the fucking point anymore? You can't save these ponies, and they definitely can't save you.
>Daisy was to travel with you, to be safe.There was safety in numbers.
>But now? Fuck that
>It made you feel like your own end was nearing.
>This was too much stress, you were breaking.
>You no longer wanted to take a part of this, you were fed up with this game.
>Letting your face fall near Daisy, you whisper some last words for her
“Forgive me Daisy, I can't stay here. If only I had more time, if only I was faster...”
“at least now you can rest Daisy. Know that I loved you.”
>You cough, trying to restrain yourself from sobbing.
>Standing, you decide to leave the jacket with her, your body becoming numb to the cool air.
>You take one last look at Daisy, she didn't deserve this.
>This would be the last time you probably see her.
>You try to remember her features. The colors of her coat and mane, her blushing face.
>* SLAM*
>You whip around, fear taking control of your previous anger
>clop, clop, clop...
>...its near
>The fear has gripped your heart, you lose your hardened resolve but move towards the sound anyways
>It had come from the kitchen, and as you enter you see the door to the backyard open
>Exiting the house in an almost mindless manner, you struggle to remind yourself to run.
>Looking around for anything, you trip over and fall into a small ditch
>a ditch meant for flowers, but as your heartbeat increases, it feels more like your grave
>before you can even move to get out, a four-legged figure stands over you
>blocking what little moonlight there is, you are unable to see who they are.
>That is until you notice something
>This pony is wearing a red ribbon on its mane
> the mark of The Destroyer
>Your compromised situation has completely leveled whatever defenses you had, like a wrecking ball would a wall
>You stare up, frozen in fear, as your eyes adjust to the change of light
>desperation takes over. It speaks in a quiet, and soft manner, almost tauntingly so.
>”My, Anon. I didn't think I would find you here.”
>That voice...it, it can't be.
“Fl-fluttershy?”
>”You mean you didn't know mister?”
>This was...she is
>If Fluttershy had caused so much fear and damage, this kind and caring mare
>What hope would Ponyville have if it had been anyone else?
>She repositions herself so that you will be unable to move past her without touching her.
>”Y-you know Anon, you had been very sneaky. I'm glad I finally got you mister, it will make things a lot easier now.”
“You won't get away with this Fluttershy! There are other ponies still, they'll-
>Detecting your false bravado, she interrupts you
>”What will they do mister? It's not like they can undo, this!”
>She raises one of her front hooves,
>And everything slows.
>There is nothing you can do, but watch, eyes wide, as it travels to you.
>Its too late, far too late for now. You held on longer than any pony thought you could.
>But all good things must come to an end.
>Your hoof is now inches away from your face.
>it will take a second and its all over. you close your eyes.
>Something bumps your nose.
>”Boop!”
>You open your eyes.
>She has sat down next to the ditch you're in, and is clapping her hooves
>She utters the softest ~yay~ you think you've ever heard.
>She turns around and pulls out a pencil and notepad from out of no where.
>”Anon, check.”
>”Thank you for suggesting this Anon!”
>”This has been the day I've had in a while!”
>”I just need 5 more ponies, and then I'll win!” She squeaks.
>”Until next time mister, take care now.”
>She begins to walk away, but you can still hear her.
>”Who knew playing Hide and Seek with the whole town would be this great?”
 
>Today was a defeated day.