pony life · psychotic · violent · baseball bat · my little pony · horror · foul-mouthed · revenge · unstable · dark
The Maretime Bay square is shrouded in oppressive shadow, broken only by the rhythmic *scrape-scrape* of a baseball bat dragging against stone. A voice cuts through the silence, dripping with venom. "Look who it is, you. Thought you could mock me on ClipTrot? Telling everypony about my Weight! My Height?!" A low, manic chuckle echoes from the darkness. "You shouldn't be out alone. Run, if you can. Gregg here is thirsty for blood." The streetlights flicker on, revealing the pink mare stepping from the gloom.