The Story of Nopony
Nopony every really knew where he came from, he was just the stuff of legends, myths and lore. The kind of things that never made sense if you tried to explain, the kind of things that were better left unanswered and not tampered with. He had no name... He had no cutie mark... He had no soul...
The tale of a pony who nopony knew was of a pony that existed some time ago. Nopony knew his name because nopony cared for him. As depressed as he was already, he decided that the end has come to his life, in which, he made the ultimate decision of ending temporary problems with a permanent solution: suicide.
When everypony did find out what had happened, everypony was shocked, sad for his loss of life and for his parents as well. It was then that the ghost of the pony who killed himself knew that nopony cared for him until after he was dead. He was appalled. Now, instead of resting peacefully, he was out to get his revenge and cursed all of Ponyville with his presence. However, there was one goal he had in mind, and that was to steal and cater to a cutie mark that he would call his own.
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It was a fine morning in Ponyville and as usual, everypony had their usual business of doing their job or just living like usual. Scootaloo, a young filly, was on her scooter, racing down the streets of Ponyville. The ghost of Nopony saw her heading towards the forest; a perfect time to strike. He raced passed her with great speed. The only thing that was noticeable was a gust of wind that Scootaloo thought was just wind itself.
She stopped in the forest and sat on a tree stump, waiting for her friends to catch up. "Oh... Where are they?" Scootaloo pouted impatiently, stomping her foot on the floor.
Then, a voice whispered very eerily into her ear, "Well, hello there, child..."
Scootaloo jumped and looked around her, "W-W-Who's there?!"
"Won't you help me?" The voice echoed off of the trees, "I only need but a favor..."
She looked around the forest, hearing the voice everywhere behind trees, "What do you want?" her heart was racing.
"Help me, child, or my voice will be the last thing you hear..."
A black mist appeared in front of Scootaloo. The mist quickly darted for her face, stopping a few centimeters out, "And so will my face." The mist started to swirl and take on the shape of a horrid face. The face was very breath taking and appalling: hyper realistic eyes that had nothing but a red pupil in the middle, the bags under the eye's sockets and the smile... The smile was what started to make Scootaloo cry.
Sobbing softly, she whispered loud enough for the ghost to hear, "What do you want?"
"Why, child, why do you cry? I only ask for friendship and politeness." The mist placed a very cold hoof on her. The touch sent chills down her back. "Bring me something... Something that will please me to my very core!" The mist's voice was raspy and dark. The air around the forest seemed to have changed itself.
"What is it? How will I know you'll like it?" She sniffled.
"It's nothing big, sweetie... Bring me... a cutie mark. Any cutie mark you see."
"How do I do that?"
"Simple: Take the life of one of your dearest friends, cut off the leg and bring it to me."
"What?!"
"You heard me, dear. KILL SOMEPONY!" The voice was demonic and the ghost's rage started to grow.
Scootaloo began to cry uncontrollably, "No, I won't!" "Really, now? Then suffer the consequences!"
Scootaloo's scream was heard off in the distance by one of her arriving friends, Apple Bloom. Quickly, she boosted herself on her scooter to the direction of the scream. She came upon the scooter of Scootaloo along with a trail of blood that led nowhere.
"Oh my gosh!" She shouted.
Scootaloo's body was off next to a tree stump where she had sat down waiting for her friends. She wasn't breathing and she wasn't moving: she was dead. A rustling behind Apple Bloom made her turn around, "Who's there?"
She turned back to her friend and she was gone, nothing but an imprint of her friend's body in the grass. "Hello, Apple, I'm glad you could come...!" A very cracked voice came from behind.
Apple Bloom turned around to see her friend standing there. Her face was very pale and her head was cracked open like somebody had taken a rock and smashed it into her head and her eyes were nothing but portals to the void itself. Apple Bloom felt chills that shook her bones to the very core as she stared into Scootaloo's heartless body.
"S-S-Scoot?"
"It's okay, Apple, I won't hurt you." Scootaloo began to limp slowly towards Apple Bloom. "I just want to give you a hug... friend." 'Friend' sounded very eerily creepy and skin crawling when she had said it. "And so do I!"
Suddenly, a black mist came around from behind Apple Bloom and pushed her forcefully against the tree behind her. She was stuck, immobile, frozen in place by this black smoke that encircled her. Apple Bloom struggled, trying to break free from the grasp of this smoke that surrounded her. The smoke went next to her ear and said, "Don't struggle, honey, it'll all be over soon."
Sweetie Belle was entering the forest when Apple Bloom's scream startled her. She quickly dashed through the many trees to the source of the scream. When she came upon the small clearing where Scootaloo was originally waiting, there was blood that stained the trees. Her mouth was open with horror and terror. On the trees, there were different letters. Sweetie Belle walked slowly passed each tree as she worded each letter aloud, "W-A-N-T. N-E-E-D." She didn't know what it meant, what did 'want' and 'need' represent? She turned around to find the terrifying face of Nopony in front of her. "Hello, dear." He smiled and attacked her.
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All 3 of them woke up in an infirmary, bandages covering their heads and parts of their bodies. They didn't know what happened, they couldn't even remember what happened, either. "Oh... Are y'all okay?" Apple Bloom asked, sitting up in pain. The others hopped out of bed, struggling to stand up, "We're okay..." Sweetie Belle replied, almost falling over.
There was nopony around, not a nurse, not a doctor. They all limped around the small room, confused and still trying to remember what happened. But all 3 of them had some sort of injury on their heads and scratch marks that tainted their hind legs. They decided to go out into the hallway to see if they can find somepony. As they opened the door, they were greeted by a bloody trail as well as blood that stained the walls. A look of shock hit them and a wave of fear flowed over the 3 fillies. They were scared to go out, but they were curious.
They followed the trail right, the blood trail getting thicker. They came to a corner and heard a silent laughing. The laughing sounded kind of insane, almost excited and giddy. They turned a corner to find a black pony sitting in front of a pile of dead ponies, all of their cutie marks crudely cut off. All 3 of the fillies gasped.
The black pony turned around to find his assimilated minions awake at last. His broken horn flared a bright blue and his eyes grew bigger, pupils getting smaller. A smile dragged itself across his face.
"I say... Does anypony have a cutie mark to spare?"
Credited to GordonOfFreeman
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