Fanfic of a Fanfic: Fool's Moon

---- Little one shot fanfic of Sorcerer-Anon's 'Fool's Moon' -----

- Blueblood perspective -
>The royal pegasus guards at foot of the stairs both sharply salute you as you and your entourage pass by
>Sparkler and Razorfang followed closely behind you, side by side, as you ascended up the flight of fine marble steps
>Tonight was the annual showing of Hearth's Warming Eve, this year at the Canterlot’s Global Theater
>As King, it was expected of you to attend the performance
>Despite how many times you have seen it before…
>But you didn’t really mind re-watching the history of Equestria’s formal founding play out
>Though it served as a painful reminder on how far your race had fallen under the reign of a weak Princess…
>It also inspired hope in what they could achieve under a strong, superior King
>You make your way up into the private royal box, a cozy little suite that overlooked the whole theater
>Underneath you sat hundreds of commoners, waiting for the show to start
>You make your way around to sitting in a fine red velvet chair, customarily cushioned for your being
>The mare that had been walking by your side takes her seat beside you in an almost identical chair
>Though it had purposely lower so yours stood just a tad bit higher
>You evenly grin at her as she reclines herself unwilling into her chair, avoiding your gaze as she stared out blankly into theater
>Your staff had done their best to make her a beautiful as ever for this evening
>But still, you could see the pain and agony itched into her fur… into her very being
>You smiled widely as she keeps her snout up, attempting to put on a show of dignity
>It was all in vain
>You knew she was broken, this was merely a front
>Rarity had accepted your marriage proposal and, even though she denies it, of her own free will

>It was already over
>She just had to see it that way
>Speaking of which-
>You use your one hoof to lightly brush a curl of her purple mane over the one side of her face
>Rarity flinches a bit at your touch but stays still
>Razorfang had been so foolishly to lash out violent against her during Rarity’s ‘therapy’, leaving a white and musky eye
>It was quite horrible to look at and you had already sent an order for a glass replacement
>Using her own mane to hide it was the best you could do for now
>Your two servants take their seats directly behind you
>You could practically feel the hate and jealousy fuming off Sparkler as you combed Rarity’s hair
>Now with the torture over, this teasing was one of the few simple joys you had left
>Sparkler was a deluded mare with deluded fantasies about you
>You really couldn’t blame her though
>Ever sane mare wanted to be with you…
>But she was no match for Rarity’s almost-divine beauty
>She was almost as perfect as you
>Almost.
>You chuckle to yourself as you spy Sparkler turn her head away in disgust
>Just then, you hear trumpets sound from the stage below
“Awe, it’s about to begin. Please pay attention, Rarity, you might learn something”
>Rarity[spiteful]:”Are you so mad as to forget I preformed in this very same play last year?”
“No… and I’d advise you not to use that tone when addressing your King and future spouse-”
>She opens her mouth to retort
“-or something terrible might happen to your little friends”
>The broken mare closes her mouth and turns to face the stage again, ears flat
“Besides, I have made some minor… adjusts to this year’s play in order to draw out some of the more ‘overlooked’ themes”

>She doesn’t reply and you turn to watch the stage as well
>There were always some minor music and orchestral performances before the play actually began
>They were usually in attempts to set a melodious atmosphere before the play began
>The majority were rather boring, but you had nothing else to do except to watch and pretend to be entertained
>The rosewood curtains part ways, revealing a young mare cellist on stage and instantly you wanted to fall asleep
>It was always the same numbers, the same piece of music every year
>Just a few notes added or removed here and there
>You bring a hoof to rest under your chin,
>Waiting for this musical nightmare to be over

- Rarity Perspective-
>It took all your strength to keep yourself from strangling the monster that sat beside you
>But you couldn’t risk it… if you laid so much as a single hoof on him, they’d go after your friends
>Just like they had with Sweetie Bell
>…
>You hold back your tears
>No. Not here
>You have to be strong, Rarity
>You are a Lady.
>Blueblood would have his day
>Somep0ny would see through his lies
>Eventually…
>The cellist end her act and bows, a few cheers coming from spectators below
>On cue, the curtains cover the stage again and a white unicorn trots out to podium
>Announcer:”It has been brought to my attention that a new, never before seen, act as been added to the list of today’s performances”
>A few murmurs echo through the crowd
>Announcer:”This mysterious musician would like to dedicate this song to our new and astute ruler, King Blueblood”
>Ignorant and exaggerated clops of pounding hooves can be heard coming from all across the auditorium
>Idiots.
>Blueblood, completely full of himself, briefly stands and waves to his adoring subjects before sitting back down
>Blueblood:”See? They approve of me, why can’t you?”
>You avoid his question and continue looking at the stage
>The announcer produces a card and begins reading from it
>Announcer:”The musician would like you all to enjoy this unique number, one of which he has given the name “The Waltz of a…“
>The announcer cuts himself and studies the card nervously before speaking again
>Announcer[anxious]:”T-the Waltz of a Dead King-“
>Before anyp0ny can react, the sound of piano erupts from behind the curtains and the announcer scurries off stage

- Anonymous Perspective -
>You gently move the piano into position, center stage, behind the red screen
>As soon as the last act had ended, you had immerged from the shadows and silently ‘dispatched’ the cellists and the surrounding stage crew
>Tonight was the night.
>You sit down and run your hands over the black painted beech wood frame of the grand piano
>Luckily for you, there had been a manticore that had performed on a piano a few years back
>This beautiful creation, which had been left to collect dust in storage, was the perfect size for you
>You hear the announcer from behind the curtains introducing the next act
>Your act
>Silently, you push back the case and reveal the ivory white keys
>The dark one, though existing as its own separate being for each host, carried with it an innate knowledge of its weaker self
>Compiling and transferring that information from each werewolf to the next, like an hidden, untouched archive of lives long past
>When you had finally become whole, you were granted access to that collection of memories
>There had been once a talented man who thought he could pacify and hopefully tame the beast within him using pseudo-music theory
>Needless to say, it didn’t work
>But he had produced a rather interesting piece of music in his fruitless attempts
>It’d be a shame to just let it go to waste…
>When you had signed up to perform, you had done so with a fake pony alias
>But enlisting still meant you had promised this audience some musical entertainment
>You keep true to your word
>Announcer:”The musician would like you all to enjoy this number-“
>You outstretch your fingers
>Announcer:” which he has given the name “The Waltz of a…“
>Here
>We
>Announcer:”T-the Waltz of a Dead King-“
>Go

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gx02KOGhjes&feature=youtu.be&t=3s]
>You begin to play
>All the murmurs and noise from beyond the red drapes dies down
>Your music making quick work on silencing them
>There is nothing left to hear but your dark melody, reverberating through the theater
>Finally, the curtains slowly part ways and light illuminates the stage
>Revealing yourself to the world
>You hear a few ponies gasp as they recognize you,
>The monstrosity that had poisoned Princess Luna and been slain by ‘King’ Blueblood
>But here you were, playing a little tune for them
>You disregard their gasps, keeping yourself focused on the keyboard in front of you
>A sinister grin comes across to your face when you smell them
>You didn’t have to look to know where they were
>Razorfang
>Sparkler
>Blueblood
>All reeking of confusion and fear
>You could smell Rarity too,
>But you were too focused on the others to care
>Rarity was alive and safe
>That fulfilled the desire of the thief
>Now it was time to satisfy the beast
(Listen for 20 seconds before moving on)

>You hear some royal guards from a far distance barking orders to one another
>But the majority of the crowd still remained entranced by your incredible show
>You’d ignore the guards for now
>Right now, you had an audience to entertain
>The ivory keys are ice cold against your finger tips as you work your way across them
>You feel all the ponies in the room mouths hang agape as you continue to play
>Their race only had two little hooves to use for their instruments
>You had ten fingers
>This music was nothing short of an unattainable dream to them
>These ponies all came for some boring old play
>But you already knew you’d be the highlight of tonight’s event
>Time to give them something really worth gawking at…
>Briefly you slow down the tempo, allowing the dark’s one power to seep into your fingertips
>At the same time, your pupils transmogrify into large yellow orbs and whites of your eyes blacken
>You needed more than skill of man to play this part…
“Feast your eyes and ear on this!”
>Your hands fly back and forth in a blur, at a speed no mere mortal eyes could even begin to follow
>The whole piano vibrates and shakes as you pound into it mercilessly

>For a moment, you are lost in your own music
>You play with such force and passion that the piano’s legs begin to falter
>The world outside this piano was only but a figment of imagination to you now
>Everything that existed, all that could be seen or heard, was right in front of you
>For an instance, you DO become spellbound by the melody
>Savoring yourself in the harmonic tunes that spelt the death of your enemies
>Maybe that madman was onto something after all…
>A dozen guard ponies had made their way onto the stage now and were running towards you
>The dark energy inside your hands had just about reached their boiling point too
>Time to end this piece.
>You finish your last glissando and then raise your hands up to ceiling
>For a second, they hang there in space
>Until they explode into a pair menacing paws, your nails shooting out into long pointed barbs
>In a swift motion, you bring them both down with an explosive force
>The piano is completely crushed and the cries of its destruction echo across stage
>The guards skid to a stop in shock
>The crowd once again goes quiet
>In the silence, you nonchalantly move your right hand over the remains of the piano
>Using your talons, you softly pluck the exposed strings
>Finishing off the last few notes of your song…
>Then, you turn towards your audience and give a bow, smiling with a mouth full of fanged teeth
>And that’s when the screaming starts

>The closet guard to you gathers his composure again and makes a charge at you, spear equipped to his armor
>Was he serious?
>It wasn’t even silver
>You stand there and just stare at him, even as the spear pierces your stomach
>Oh, the look on his face is priceless
>He just stands there, dumbstruck, as you pull the spear in closer into you
>Him along with it
>Before he can even process any of this, you let out a hard kick into his armored chest-plate
>He, in turn, goes flying across the stage
>Unfortunately for him, all the walls seem to be constructed of hard marble
>Needlessly to say, when he crashed into one… it wasn’t really pretty
>Despite the armor, his whole body seemed to pop like a balloon
>A red, organ-filled balloon
>…Maybe you kicked a little too hard?
>The audience screaming was starting to drown out your hearing as they scampered away in fear, cramming themselves into the nearest exit
>You reach down and rip the bloody spear out, tossing it onto the stage
>The tiny hole is quick to mend itself back together
>The other guards hesitate to approach you again
>Looks like they learned their lesson…
>Now, where we’re you?
>Ah yes, you were hunting
>You take a quick whiff of the air
>40 feet up in elevation, 143 feet in distance, directly left
>You sprint to the edge of the stage before leaping into the air

>A few seconds later, your being lands onto the banister of a opera box
>The railing shakes and spinsters at your crash, but remains strong enough to keep you perched
>You see the suite holds four seats but there is no one in them right now
>You look up to see Blueblood and Razorfang trying desperately to open the door
>Too bad your little parasitic companion had made sure to lock it from the outside
>There was nowhere to run…
>Directly in between you and them stands Sparkler
>Again, you notice Rarity standing off to the side but dismiss her as unimportant
>Sparkler[frantic]:”He’s here!”
>She rears back as her horn starts to glow
>You cock your head to side as you take a few microseconds to study her
>Though it was really her scent that told you everything
>The thief had once thought he knew the power of scent when he used it to track down Sweetie Bell
>But now that you were one, you finally saw the whole picture
>The odors and aromas of prey conveyed more information to a predator than any language could ever hope to achieve
>You knew everything about the mare now
>Where she was born
>Who she was
>What she had done…
>In an instant, you knew everything there was to know about the Unicorn Mage Sparkler
>…And what she had done to Rarity

>Her spell discharges as a small purple plasma ball
>You bat it away easily enough with your paw, redirecting its path into a nearby wall where it explodes in a ball of fire
>Casually, you drop down off the banister and onto the floor of the suite
>Your hand has already healed when she tries to fire another one
>This one you allow to detonate against your chest
>Her face is overtaken by repulsive disbelief as you walk through the smoke of the blast
>She watches in horror as your exposed and tarnished organs fall out onto the floor
>Only for you to regenerate them before sealing up your chest again, good as new
>That had quite hurt.
>But you showed no signs of it
>All pain was superficial to you now
>The unicorn witch stands there, frozen stiff, as you draw in closer
>Blueblood[furious]:”Sparkler! Kill it!”
>She snaps back to attention at her master’s voice
>Sparkler begins casting another spell
>But she had waited far too long
>You close the distance between you two in a single leap, grabbing Sparkler by her long neck
>You pull her up to your level
>Your eyes burn into hers and the stench of fear begins pouring out of her tiny form
>In a last desperate attempt, she tries to charge another spell
>Not to save herself, but to save her precious Blueblood
>How… amusing.
>Before the pink aura can completely engulf her horn, you bring up your left hand around its base
>Using your claws like a pair of scissors, you cleanly snip it off her head
>The horn gives a subtle snap, the same sound you’d hear when breaking a dry twig
>As soon as her horn hit the ground, almost as if on cue, she starts to scream

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-be3DFik_n8]
>Oh, how she shrieked
>It was as deafening as baby rabbit’s cry
>But twice the more stratifying…
>Your mouth twists again into a razor blade smile as she screams and struggles in your arm
>The tears come pouring out of her like rainfall
>Your hand becomes practically drenched with the salty water
>Soon enough, she becomes too exhausted to scream anymore and begins to simply whimper and sob instead
>Boring.
>You slam her back into the nearby wall
>This time you make sure not to use too much force, but even with your self-control you hear something snap
>Her sobbing was just annoying now and so you begin chocking her in order to cut it off at its source
>You feel her windpipe shrink under your death grip as she tries furiously to free her throat with her front hooves
>With no air now, she can only kick and flail her limbs hopelessly
>After about a minute, her little fit begins to die down and her body slowly goes limp
>You're completely ignoring the two ponies trying to escape the suite as well as the one staring at you in naked shock
>This was simply too much fun
>You bring your head next to hers so you can whisper into her ear
“You love him, don’t you? Every day, you cleaned and groomed yourself like a filthy harlot trying to attract his attention”
>You keep a tone calm and collected as you bring you free hand down to her abdomen
“You did everything and anything he wanted… But he never saw you like you wanted. You were just a servant to him, nothing more.”
>You glide your palm down between her quivering hind legs
“Don’t worry. I’m going to show him how beautiful you are”

>As you work your hand lower, you smell a new stench coming from her as she tightens her legs shut
>She thought you were going to…
>HAHA
>What a silly little mare
>No.
>You had a deferent kind of ‘beauty’ in mind
>Retracting the rest of your claws into a fist, you leave only your middle finger hanging out
>Carefully, you pierce the layer of skin with the single talon getting about an inch deep
>Then, in one single motion, you pull it straight up, pulling it out at her chest
>You relax your grip, allowing her one final breathe of air
>Her gasp turns instantly into a blood-spattered gurgle as her body opens up like a sliced sack of potatoes
>The intestines and other organs fall out on to the floor and you are immediately drenched in gore
>Her heart and lungs drupe drown from their perched position and hang dangling in her rig cage
>Waiting a few seconds, you at last pull your head back to get a good look at her
“…I told you not to fuck with me”
>You coldly stare into her watery eyes just as the light finally leaves them
>You release the corpse and it falls down to the ground, spilling more gore and blood on impact
>Just then, you hear the door burst open and turn to see the two had finally managed to break the lock
>Blueblood and Razorfang were galloping down the steps in panic
>Good. The dark one had always liked a good chase
>Rarity:”…A-A-Anon?”
>You look over your shoulder to see Rarity, cowering in a corner
>She looks terrified
>But safe
>Tending to your mate could wait until you had dealt with the other two first
>Without a word, you take off down the stairs after them, changing forms mid-run
>Leaving the trembling white mare all alone,
>In an empty room next to a mauled corpse