Special Effect

>You are anonymous and you love watching people squirm
>it's kind of the reason why you got into special effects makeup in first place
>after being transported take candy pony hell you really thought your special talent word never really be put to its full use ever again
>however being able to do delicate things with your hands earned a fair number of opportunities for jobs
>Some of them would have you sculpt shit
>but those ones are few and far between
>you never really were great Painting
>but sculpting that's where your talents sat
>even in your world you a hard-pressed to find someone faster and better than you
>not saying their work better
>but you are in the top of your field

>Ever since you came to Equestria
>you've been mooching off other people
>for while you worked with the cakes
>but you never really fit in their scene is cooking wasn't your talent
>fucking cup Ramen was hard enough for you to make
>much less baking a cake from scratch
>you also tried working with purple smart
>having hands allow you to write shit while she uses her magic
>but you are never one for detail
>at least not the details she demanded
>No
>never for the details she demanded
>Fluttershy was pretty much out from the get go just because you've never been good with small animals
>and these ones she had aren't afraid to be close to you
>so the fear you have of stepping on the makes you never really visit Fluttershy either
>she isn't really bad but her house
>Jesus Christ her house
>Never fucking setting foot there again
>rainbow Dash didn't really have a job you can even participate in
>even though it does kind of sound fun to be able a fuck with the clouds
>And again you were never really one for strength either
>so applejack was right out the fucking window as a full-time job
>you do help out there when you can if only for the exercise
>but you couldn't do that every day
>God no not every day
>so that really only left you with rarity
>a lot of the work you did at home as a hobby and on the job really fit into her necessities
>A person who knows how to make clothing
>can come up with a design and execute said design
>Cloth isn't exactly something you're used to working with
>but your dream from being young was to make fantasy shit a reality
>and in this world that fantasy shit wasn't just for a movie
>or even for show
>it was for every day or life in some areas.
>Sure you're not sculpting for the rotting flesh of an arm
>but it's not something that's undesirable either.

>Whenever you weren't helping rarity with the design
>or finishing up some shit that would better occupy your time than hers
>you talk with sweetie Belle,
>you learned about the cutie Mark crusaders,
>what they do on a daily basis
>and what their enemies are.
>Now it's been a while since you better Equestria,
>and sweetie Belle supposed to bring in somebody from home to show off.
>Her parents are off on another adventure/vacation
>so she's sitting with rarity and you at the moment,
>and because of big stack of work came in the day before
>looks like it can be your job to be the one shown off.
>And you're going to have a lot of fun with this.

>Ever since you came here
>you've been itching to make another gore affect,
>you've been asking twilight about different ways you could simulate animatronics,
>and you found out there's a fair amount of magic that can be pretty fun when applied correctly.
>And you have a hunch that ponies never thought to use it in this way before.
>Yeah this is can be a lot of fun.

>When you start out making special effects you weren't exactly wealthy,
>hell you never really got wealthy either
>so buying prepackaged materials was kind of costly
>you decided the best thing to do was figure how to make your own foam, latex, silicone,
>all that shit
>and you got good at it making large quantities of it for fractions of what it would cost to buy the prepackaged materials
>So when sweetie Belle asked you to come into her school,
>you got to work.
>With magical bones as the base for the Armature you set out making a fake arm.
>Your real one would be placed behind your body and the fake one will be attached to your shoulder covered up slightly buy a T-shirt
>You would control it with your mind almost exactly like your arm.
>This gives you a lot of opportunity
> and with that you make all the horrific effects inside of it.
>You made 2 gallons of blood that you have strapped your back
>you made tendons and ligaments bones skin muscle all of it linked somehow with magic.
>There's only a few ponies in this whole town that might be able to tell that it's not real,
>and not a single one of them are going to be in the school tomorrow.
>You take a little bit of time before have to show up just to give the teacher forewarning that she might want to take a lunch break while you talk.
>You're good with kids,
>at least human kids,
>they all like how you make your nose fall off and bleed,
>they thought was hilarious.
>But that's not what you're doing today
>no
>that's not what you're to do it all.
>You convinced cheerily that your presentations going to be long, boring, about humans stuff she really already knows and would just be bored hearing it again
>because you're in extra dimensional alien,
>the kids are going to be fascinated by you to the extent that she should really should devote a whole day just to you,
>she bought it
>bingo

>You have your fake arm set up,
>and on your other arm is coated with latex,
>some amount of blood underneath.
>and just so you're not walking into the school with dangerous looking things,
>you already place them in the classroom hidden Just for today's presentation.
>You're going to have oh so much fun today.

>As you reach the classroom you greet cheerily,
>oh if only she knew it you had planned,
>no one does,
>but we're not going to telling them
>You tell cheerily that you got this for at least the next hour or so
>she nods and leaves the colts in the fillies in your capable hands…
>Big fucking mistake,
>again I can't tell her that

>You you wait by the window to you no longer see her before you start talking,
>you take some questions
>and just On-Q,
>that fucking brat diamond tiara speaks up “what's your special talent supposed to be eating bananas”
>and if almost on cue sweetie Belle picks up “nuh uh, anonymous a special talent is fashion just like my big sisters”
>oh boy,
>this is going to be great

Actually my special talent is neither of those
>and it's at this point that you get all of those it inquisitive looks like you thought you would
>minus sweetie Belle who's just,
>what's the right word,
>stupefied?
>Yeah let's go with that “then why you always working on clothing for my sister?” She retorts

Because my talent kind of relates to it but isn't quite just making clothing, and in my world there was a lot of need for makeup and covering things up.

>And it's at this point that you start going for the cutting board and the package next to it.
>Meanwhile diamond tiara is starting to laugh her ass off  saying things along the lines of
>the boy has a special talent for makeup,
>and that's where you want it to be.
>You call her up,
>telling her and silver spoon that maybe they want to see it up close just to understand what it is.
>They might be mean-spirited little brats,
>but they're still young,
>there's still very curious
>and they come up slowly as you place your hand on the cutting board with straps just trying to make it tight.
>There wondering exactly why you're doing this,
>seeing as how the cutting board is as big as your forearm
>and even though your forearm is strapped into it your hands still covers the cutting board
>you unfold your package
>not that they are really paying attention to into a here clinking noises,
>and they see there are a bunch of different styles of knives.
>The color in their face flushes from them before they can even mention that there are knives there
>you pick one of them up and violently stab your hand

>Then squeeze a little pump so some blood can flow out
>you twitch your hand bit just so it really looks like you just stabbed it there,
>and then like it was every other day
>you say to them
“this cutting board only had enough straps of my forearm so I needed to secure the hand to the board and sense pins wouldn't do it I decided butcher knife to be the next best choice”
>it's at this point that you notice that silver spoon has passed out,
>diamond tiara doesn't seem like she's faring much better.
>Sweetie Belle lets out a scream of concern as she runs up to the table to look at what the hell you just did
>the other two were just sitting there in stunned silence,

>At this point you decide to go on with what you're saying while pulling out an exacto knife and get to work carving
>here are in an I shaped patterned you can peel back the skin and show the inner workings.
>You squeeze the blood pact just a bit more as it looks more believable when you're bleeding.
>Sweetie Belle sitting there in stunned horror
>diamond tiara looks like she's staring into the eyes of a murderer and can't back away
>all she can do is watch in shock silence while you slice what she believes to be your arm open.

“This lesson might be a bit advanced for all of you”
>you say you bringing up the cutting board and show the class the flapping flesh of your wrist to the stab wound in your hand
>all while still on the cutting board
“but to really understand my craft you must know the anatomy of the body, in all of its detail”
squeezing the blood pump again,
>it runs down the the arm and is flowing into your shirt,
>another little filly that has reddish poofy hair looks to his passed out,
>and the silence is breaking.

>“Doesn't that hurt” screams scootaloo, as she comes running up to the desk.
>You decide at this point to pick up a cleaver ,
“how could any of this actually hurt me” you say is you slam the cleaver into three of your fingers popping them off in the direction of diamond tiara's face
>sadly only one of them hits her.
>You squeeze the little blood pump a few more times and blood shoots out of where your fingers once were.
>Diamond tiara's eyes are now the size of pinpricks,
>still stunned silence backing up breathing Hageredly like she wants to scream but just can't find her voice anymore.
>The moment Scootaloo gets up to you and sees what you did to your hand and your arm her eyes go to pinpricks to.
>You decide to let the fillies off easy.

“Anybody care to guess at my special talent is?”

>You are cheerilee,
>you just got done eating at sugar cube corner
>so you decided to go back and watch anon's presentation
>waving towards the other ponies on your way back you see twilight.
>She's curious as to why you're not in school
>you tell her that anon's giving a presentation to the ponies about his talent.
>You see the look in her eyes and you know that she's going to come to,
>you decide to invite her,
>after she's stops  her high rate of saying yes
>you have to pick up the pace because she's going on a brisk jog,

>She arrives there before you...
>And does something unexpected...
>You hear a bloodcurdling scream,
>any form of instinct tells you
>is screaming at you,
>to fucking run the other direction.
>But you can't,
>you have to see what the hell is happening.
>As you get close to you see twilight backing out...
>With blood on her face

>Oh fuck

>You run into the classroom,
>what you see will haunt you in your nightmares.
>There stands anonymous,
>half of his arm is missing,
>a bloody stump is all that's left
>on his other arm it looks like his skin was completely ripped back
>on his face and eyeball hangs out of its socket
>and half of his nose appears to be missing,
>you look around the room and noticed that there is blood everywhere in the front
>but most of it on it what appears to be a cutting board with the rest of his arm strapped to it
>with another knife stuck in the hand
>missing several fingers
>you give a quick scan of the room and noticed that Scootaloo sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom each have a finger around their neck made into a necklace bloodied and twitching

>It's at this point that twilight throws up right next to you,
>you notice that sweetie Belle's horn glows,
>now you got a quick rundown of what anon's anatomy was from the twilight,
>your a teacher and knowledge is something that you've always like acquiring
>even if it will never serve you real purpose,
>so you know just how to describe what happens next,
>Anons heart blows up

>this is where you faint

>You are anonymous again
>you look down to three fillies in front of you
>each proudly wearing a finger,
>you only got one question for them
“think we went a little too far?”
>you hear some fluid hitting the ground and you look up,
>twilight still throwing up.

>Today was a fun day