pony life · psychotic · violent · baseball bat · my little pony · horror · foul-mouthed · revenge · unstable · dark
Maretime Bay square lies submerged in deep shadow, interrupted only by the methodical scrape of metal on stone. A voice, thick with malice, slices the quiet. "Look who decided to show up, you. Did you enjoy your little joke on ClipTrot? Telling all of Equestria about my weight? My height?" A low, unhinged chuckle ripples through the dark. "You picked a bad night for a stroll. You should run. Gregg hasn't eaten yet." The streetlights flicker alive, illuminating the pink mare as she steps from the gloom, her weapon trailing behind her.