Roulette awoke with a start. The unicorn looked around nervously. As she tugged her limbs, it dawned on her that she was chained to a mannequin.
"Ah, what a pleasant surprise! I thought you'd never wake up."
Roulette searched for the pinagmulan of the voice, which was difficult to do, ibingiay the position she was in.
Just as the unicorn brightened her horn to release herself, an object levitated out of the darkness and swiped at her horn. The hacks, however, weren't at random. They seemed to be aimed at strategic places. Roulette looked around nervously, and was surprised to see a pale figure step from the shadows. Her surprise was even greater when she saw who the figure was.
"R-Rarity?" the captive unicorn inquired, half hoping it was all an illusion, or better yet, a horrible nightmare.
"How grand! You are now fully awake, the process can now be carried out succesfully!"
Roulette stared as the white mare levitated the object, a knife, and flung it at another mannequin, where it stuck.
"What process? What are you talking about?" The usually calm unicorn was now beginning to panic.
Rarity shot her a trademark bedazzling smile.
"I'm going to test your loyalty. If you pass, you'll be part of my newest creation!"
"What if I lose?"
Rarity smiled at her gently.
"You won't be as useful as I'd hoped you'd be, but don't worry, you'll still be helpful!"
The white unicorn approched Roulette and patted her mane gently, as one would comfort a frightened foal.
"Don't worry," she cooed, "this will be over soon."
Rarity then levitated a cleaver over Roulette's uncovered abdomen.
Roulette was now in full panic. In a desperate attempt to flee, she called forth a powerful beam of magic from her horn. She saw as the magic arched from the base of her horn towards the tip. The unicorn was frazzled as the magic returned towards the sender. The magic arched through her body as she released a glass-shattering scream.
Rarity looked at her thoughtfully.
"I forgot to mention that. Due to the cuts that your horn recieved, your magic will reflect back to you."
Roulette panted heavily. For the first time in her life, her optimisim had vanished. She had no hopes of getting out alive.
The mare's eyes widened when she saw Rarity unveil a mannequin nearby. Chained to the stuffed model was none other than her best friend, Poker.
"Okay, here's the deal," the mare levitated a scalpel and held it in front of a frightened Poker, "I will carve you, but when you think you've suffered
enough, just call my name."
Roulette was about to reply when suddenly, Rarity dug the cleaver into Roulette's left leg. The unicorn once madami broke into screams and yelled the word that caused Rarity to stop.
Surely enough, the purple maned mare stopped. Just as Roulette was beginning to calm down, she heard screams towards her left. She turned her head as much as she could and saw the scalpel sticking out of Poker's right eye. The other mare shrieked and sobbed as the surgical tool twisted around in her eye socket, revealing nerves she'd never even known had existed.
Seeing her friend suffer in such brutal manner was too much for Roulette.
"Rarity, please leave her alone. Do whatever you want with me, just don't injure her anymore."
Rarity grinned sadistically as she pulled the scalpel out of Poker's eye with a loud pop and stuck it into Roulette's eye instead.
Poker sobbed silently as both regular and bloody tears streamed down her face.
Roulette screamed in pain as her four extremities were hacked off with the cleaver. Once this had been done, Rarity placed the scalpel on the floor.
"Congratulations, you've passed your exam with high honors!"
With a single slice, the mare brought down the cleaver straight through Roulette's neck, and with a sickening thud fell to the floor.
Poker's single good eye went wide in horror as she saw her friend get decapitated. Rarity then beheaded Poker.
"Roulette's loyalty proved accurate," she mumbled to herself, "I guess this will be useful." The mare dropped the cleaver and levitated Roulette's blood covered head.
"I'm not sure I'll have some use for this one, however." The unicorn glared disdainfully at Poker's corpse.
"Just look at the mess you've made of my basement rug! I'll never get the blood out of it!"
The mare then examined herself.
"As for moi, I need a bath. bahaghari Dash can wait."
The unicorn placed the head inside a shelf that was previously used to store fabrics.
Rarity then trudged upstairs to bathe,
and to think how she would carry out the susunod step.
"Ah, what a pleasant surprise! I thought you'd never wake up."
Roulette searched for the pinagmulan of the voice, which was difficult to do, ibingiay the position she was in.
Just as the unicorn brightened her horn to release herself, an object levitated out of the darkness and swiped at her horn. The hacks, however, weren't at random. They seemed to be aimed at strategic places. Roulette looked around nervously, and was surprised to see a pale figure step from the shadows. Her surprise was even greater when she saw who the figure was.
"R-Rarity?" the captive unicorn inquired, half hoping it was all an illusion, or better yet, a horrible nightmare.
"How grand! You are now fully awake, the process can now be carried out succesfully!"
Roulette stared as the white mare levitated the object, a knife, and flung it at another mannequin, where it stuck.
"What process? What are you talking about?" The usually calm unicorn was now beginning to panic.
Rarity shot her a trademark bedazzling smile.
"I'm going to test your loyalty. If you pass, you'll be part of my newest creation!"
"What if I lose?"
Rarity smiled at her gently.
"You won't be as useful as I'd hoped you'd be, but don't worry, you'll still be helpful!"
The white unicorn approched Roulette and patted her mane gently, as one would comfort a frightened foal.
"Don't worry," she cooed, "this will be over soon."
Rarity then levitated a cleaver over Roulette's uncovered abdomen.
Roulette was now in full panic. In a desperate attempt to flee, she called forth a powerful beam of magic from her horn. She saw as the magic arched from the base of her horn towards the tip. The unicorn was frazzled as the magic returned towards the sender. The magic arched through her body as she released a glass-shattering scream.
Rarity looked at her thoughtfully.
"I forgot to mention that. Due to the cuts that your horn recieved, your magic will reflect back to you."
Roulette panted heavily. For the first time in her life, her optimisim had vanished. She had no hopes of getting out alive.
The mare's eyes widened when she saw Rarity unveil a mannequin nearby. Chained to the stuffed model was none other than her best friend, Poker.
"Okay, here's the deal," the mare levitated a scalpel and held it in front of a frightened Poker, "I will carve you, but when you think you've suffered
enough, just call my name."
Roulette was about to reply when suddenly, Rarity dug the cleaver into Roulette's left leg. The unicorn once madami broke into screams and yelled the word that caused Rarity to stop.
Surely enough, the purple maned mare stopped. Just as Roulette was beginning to calm down, she heard screams towards her left. She turned her head as much as she could and saw the scalpel sticking out of Poker's right eye. The other mare shrieked and sobbed as the surgical tool twisted around in her eye socket, revealing nerves she'd never even known had existed.
Seeing her friend suffer in such brutal manner was too much for Roulette.
"Rarity, please leave her alone. Do whatever you want with me, just don't injure her anymore."
Rarity grinned sadistically as she pulled the scalpel out of Poker's eye with a loud pop and stuck it into Roulette's eye instead.
Poker sobbed silently as both regular and bloody tears streamed down her face.
Roulette screamed in pain as her four extremities were hacked off with the cleaver. Once this had been done, Rarity placed the scalpel on the floor.
"Congratulations, you've passed your exam with high honors!"
With a single slice, the mare brought down the cleaver straight through Roulette's neck, and with a sickening thud fell to the floor.
Poker's single good eye went wide in horror as she saw her friend get decapitated. Rarity then beheaded Poker.
"Roulette's loyalty proved accurate," she mumbled to herself, "I guess this will be useful." The mare dropped the cleaver and levitated Roulette's blood covered head.
"I'm not sure I'll have some use for this one, however." The unicorn glared disdainfully at Poker's corpse.
"Just look at the mess you've made of my basement rug! I'll never get the blood out of it!"
The mare then examined herself.
"As for moi, I need a bath. bahaghari Dash can wait."
The unicorn placed the head inside a shelf that was previously used to store fabrics.
Rarity then trudged upstairs to bathe,
and to think how she would carry out the susunod step.
Ten Cents
Moneybit's disguise
Please read this: I am warning you of a tagahanga fic that will make you not see Macintosh the same! Tittle: sweet mansanas massacre. What it's about: I was scared almost to death pagbaba cause it's about big Mac violating(raping) the cutie mark crusaders and killing them with knifes he is planing to do the same freakin thing thing with Applejack!!' O_O I hate this freakin horror stuff You must be either drunk,stupit,crazy,mental,rapest,and like to see girls die to read this crap! I have read this and I reget pagbaba :(
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see. *Takes cover as a Lotus passes through the hole, and lands in front of the logo*
A police car went through the hole as well, but it was going too slow, and landed on it's roof.
It was a warm evening in Appaloosa, as a Lotus sped down the highway being driven sa pamamagitan ng two russian stallions.
Sergi & Apyr's Lotus Eltrot
This was playing on their radio: link
Seanthehedgehog presents
The Racer
Russian driver: *stops car*
Russian stallion: *gets out, with spraypaint*
Russian driver: торопить (Hurry)
Russian stallion: *sprays bituin on sign*
Police ponies:...
The train yard was in a place called Woodstock. It's sa pamamagitan ng Port Morris, and a few miles north of Midtown.
Once they arrived, Firearm stopped his car on a bridge going over the yard.
Pierce: Did Browning tell you what we're supposed to do?
Firearm: Not really. He just sinabi he wanted us to go on an "adventure" *Gets out of his car with Pierce*
Pierce: Well, good thing he told me what to do last night after we returned from St. Foalis. *Pulls out a WA2000 sniper rifle* The Hetfords are making a deal inside that train yard. We have to kill both the buyer, and the dealer. Got a rifle?
Firearm: I think...
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Mare: *Pushing a shopping kariton through a supermarket* Excuse me sir.
Store Worker: Yes ma'am?
Mare: What's the saltiest salt in your lineup of salt?
Store Worker: Salt Lake salt from Salt Lake City. May I make a suggestion?
Mare: Yes.
Store Worker: Have you ever been to Salt Lake City?
Mare: No.
Store Worker: Well you better get going now, because Tom Foolery's performing at the Horseshoe, the city's newest place for standup comedy routine.
Mare: How do you know Tom Foolery's going to be there?
Store Worker:...
Song: link
Blue lines fly along the screen, then the words appear
Robotnik: Snooping as usual I see! *Talks faster* Snooping as usual *Slows down* I see!
Special thanks to AquaMarine6663 for letting me use her three OC's, Aqua Marine, Double Scoop, and Blue Fedora.
Our main character for this story is a bisiro named Ralphie. He will be narrating this story, taking place in Indiana, 1948.
Ponies: *Walking on sidewalk, looking at the snow*
Colts: *Running down kalye passing a yellow house*
Ah, there it is. My old house. And there I am, with that ugly hat, and that dumb smile....
