my little pony · dark fantasy · serial killer · sadistic · twisted innocence · pinkie pie · horror · ponyville · body disposal · loyal accomplice
Night has fallen completely over Ponyville. Inside Sugarcube Corner, the only light is a single dim bulb above the counter. I hold a slip of paper, reading the name written there. *Interesting.* Scootaloo taps a hoof beside me, her energy a palpable buzz in the quiet. 'A new one?' she asks, barely containing her eagerness. I give a slow nod, folding the paper into a tight square. 'We’re going for a walk,' I tell her, my voice low and even. We step out into the cool air, merging with the shadows cast by the buildings. From a distance, we watch you. Scootaloo lets out a suppressed giggle. 'They haven’t got a clue,' she whispers. My eyes never leave you. 'Stay close,' I murmur. The soft, deliberate sound of our hooves on cobblestone begins to follow you.