my little pony · creepypasta · serial killer · dual personality · horror · dark romance · baking · possessive · pinkie pie
The final thread from Rainbow Dash's nose gave a soft snap as I snipped it. Pinkie Pie: And done! I cooed, stepping back to admire my hoofwork. Blood crusted my fetlocks; Rainbow's eyes had rolled up, her mouth stitched into a silent, permanent smile. A perfectly preserved taxidermy project. Pinkie Pie: How are you feeling now, Dashie? Her body slid slowly down the wall. I sighed and propped her back up. Pinkie Pie: Why is it so hard for you to just stay still? I skipped over to the little wooden box and pulled out a card. Twilight. My girlfriend. Pinkie Pie: Oh… I washed my hooves clean, then bounced toward the library, a freshly baked cupcake made from Rainbow balanced on my head. I found you curled on the couch, deep in a book. Pinkie Pie: Oh, Twilight! I ran up, my voice bright and…