Psycho-Anon: Spoiled Brat

>As you walk down the street on a nice summer day, you look out to the fields to see what the fillies there are playing today.
>Instead of seeing them play tetherball or hide n' seek, you see a group of them gathered around in a circle.
>Curious to see what they are doing, you start walking over.
>When you get close enough you can see two fillies standing tall and shouting insults at three other ones.
>They yell out the phrase "Blank flanks" over and over again.
>The three fillies are on the verge of tears and try to hide their bare bottoms.
>You step into the circle and look down at the two fillies making the insults.
"Hey! What's going on here?"
>The gray one looks a little bit worried, but the pink one smirks at you.
>"We're just having a little fun."
>You point to the girls behind you with tears pooling in their eyes.
"It doesn't look fun for them."
>"What's it got to do with you anyway?"
>A few oo's are heard from the young ones surrounding you.
"What's it have to do with me? Well if you don't stop making fun of these girls then you'll find out, miss."
>She shakes her head a little bit as she rolls her eyes, then directs her attention back to the three girls behind you.
>"The blank flanks are such babies that they had to get a monkey to come help them."
>Where is this little bitch's parents?
>Who the fuck raises a shit like this?
>Pointing to the three girls once again, you speak.
"So what if they don't have their cutie marks? It doesn't give you the right to make fun of them like that."
>"This is none of your business, monkey. Ugh, whatever. Silver Spoon, let's go."
>You stand there and glare at all of them as they disperse at the same time.
>Once they are gone, you turn around to the girls.
"Are you alright?"
>The yellow one nods.
>"Y-Yeah. Thanks a bunch."
>The orange pegasus flaps her wings as she talks, making her hover for a few seconds.
>"That was awesome!"
>The white unicorn smiles brightly and hugs your leg while making a light squeak sound.
>That's adorable.
>All three of them look up to you, waiting for you to say something.
"It was nothing, really. I just don't like seeing that kind of thing. Does she do this often?"
>They all nod.
>Then the yellow filly looks back at her flank.
>"She always says how we ain't never gonna git our cutie marks..."
>Her voice trails off and the pegasus continues for her.
>"Yeah, she tells us that we can't do anything right and that we're pretty much useless."
>She hangs her head a little bit after saying that.
>The white unicorn nods.
>"She's really mean to us. Sometimes I wish she would just go away."
>You realize that as they've been talking, you've been clenching your balled fists.
>How could she do that to some innocent girls?
>You lightly shake your head and then you feel a hoof on your leg.
>It's the white unicorn.
>"I'm sorry mister, but we have to go now. It's getting late."
"Oh, yes, of course. Well don't let me keep you waiting here, you wouldn't want to be out in the dark."
>They all nod simultaneously and start galloping away.
>You head off in a random direction as thoughts drift through your mind.
>They're wonderful kids.
>Why would she do that to them?
>She could clearly see them crying.
>She must only want to hurt them.
>You feel your teeth clenching.
>She shouldn't do that.
>Her parents should have taught her that much.
>You stop walking and notice you're in someone's yard.
>A pretty big yard with a fountain and a medium sized garden housing all different colors of flower.
>Following a path of stones up to the mansion sized house, you look through the window to see who lives there.
>The pink filly stands there yelling at a brown stallion.
>They look similar, so you assume that he is her father.
>Time to have a little chat with daddy.
>You walk up the stairs to the house and smirk once the sound of yelling hits your ears.
>That's her alright.
>A light knock on the big doors is enough to make the shouting from inside silence.
>Hoof taps on tile floor are heard coming to the door just before it creaks open.
>The brown stallion stands there looking up at you.
>"Yes? Is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually there is. You see, your daughter has been bullying these three little girls-"
>"Oh, you mean the blank flanks?"
>You blink a few times.
"Excuse me?"
>"The three little fillies without cutie marks that run around town causing messes. I think being bullied is just what they need to teach them a lesson."
>You stand there completely speechless that he actually wants these little girls to be bullied.
"I... But..."
>A yell is heard from inside.
>"DADDY! I WANT A PLAYGROUND IN THE BACKYARD!"
>It's her.
>That little shit.
>Her father looks back inside and yells in response, "Alright Diamond, I'll call somepony!"
>"I WANT IT NOW!"
>He looks back at you.
>"Sorry, I'm a bit busy. Good day."
>He then heads back inside and closes the door in your face.
>It's worse than you thought.
>He didn't even care that these three little girls were being humiliated to the point where they were about to cry.
>And his daughter is a spoiled brat because he doesn't know how to raise a child properly.
>Your eye twitches.
>There's only one way to fix a child like that.
>It's time to teach her a lesson.
>Looking to the right, you spot a fairly large garden shed.
>You walk over to it and after checking to make sure no one is watching, you shoulder the door open.
>The little light of dusk barely allows you to see inside.
>Right in front of you is a dusty table with a wide variety of random tools that, because of the perfect condition they're in and the cobwebs covering them, were probably never used.
>Brushing away most of the cobwebs, you remove the ax on the wall and examine it in the dim light.
"This'll do fine."
>You walk back out and sneak around to the other side of the house where a window casts its light down onto the backyard.
>Afraid you might be seen, you stick close to the walls of the house.
>As you do so, a shadow appears in the light of the window.
>It resembles a filly's body type.
>You turn around and step back for a moment to see Diamond standing on the bed in her room.
>A second shadow comes in and you quickly jump back to the side of the house.
>After a few minutes of waiting, the light is turned off.
>The darkness shrouds you now, and you turn to face the house.
>You have to get into her window.
>But this isn't Assassin's Creed, and there's absolutely nothing to grab onto.
>Still, it's worth a shot.
>You step forward to put your hands up on the wall and your foot kicks something.
>Looking down, you see a ladder laying along the side of the house.
>With a smile on your face, you stand the ladder up.
>It's a little bit higher than the window, but that's okay.
>You lay it against the house right next to the window, tuck the ax into your pants, and begin climbing up.
>It doesn't take long to reach the window height.
>Slowly but carefully, you lean a tiny bit to the right and slide the window up.
>Good thing she's too ignorant to lock her fucking windows.
>Being as quiet and quick as possible, you move yourself through the gap and enter her room.
>A light blue night light is plugged in next to her bed as she lays there fast asleep.
>You move to the side of her bed, being as silent as possible when doing so.
>Taking the ax out of your pants, you hold it above your head.
>No...
>This isn't right.
>Suddenly the voice of the little white unicorn echoes throughout your head.
>"Sometimes I wish she would just go away..."
>"I wish she would just go away..."
>"Go away..."
>You lower the ax down so that you hold it like a baseball bat.
>That's better.
>Making a light noise on the floor by tapping your shoe, you manage to get her to sit up in bed.
>She then stretches out and starts yawning.
>Wasting no time, you swing the ax forward, chopping sideways into her open mouth.
>Her eyes shoot open, look at you, roll into the back of her head, and then come back to look at you.
>It seems she is in complete shock as she makes no screaming sounds while trying to push the ax away.
>There's no blood at first, or sound besides the sounds of her struggling to get ax out of herself.
>You pull the ax back out and blood slowly starts pouring out the sides of her mouth.
>Her head follows the ax until you yank it off.
>Before she can react or make a sound, you chop her again in the face.
>This time it splits her face open.
>As she flails her limbs about in terror, her blood sprays out in twin night light tinted geysers.
>A bit lands on your lip and you lick it off.
>This spray is accompanied by a horrible hissing noise actually coming from the wounds in her skull.
>Mainly the places where the bone and flesh no longer connect.
>That sound is followed by a crude farting noise caused by a section of her brain, which due to pressure forces itself out through the gash.
>She falls to the side completely motionless, save a lone eye that just won't stop twitching.
>Where once a mouth used to be now is a twisted red and pink jumble of teeth, meat, and jawbone.
>Her tongue hangs out of an open gash from the first chop to her head.
>It seems to be only connected by a small tendon.
>You glare down at her lifeless corpse and whisper.
"Try bullying them again now, you spoiled sack of shit."
>Now you have to hide her.
>Taking each corner of her bed sheet, you form a sack and carry her body with you back out of the window.
>The night summer air is nice on your skin as you drag this bloody carcass that's just entering the early stage of rigor mortis.
>In just over an hour, you make it to the forest.
>The wild beasts should consume the body before anyone has an idea of what happened.
>You swing the sheet around your body and throw it as far as you can into the trees.
>A thud is heard as it touches down and you head back home to get yourself cleaned up.

>A light knock on the door awakes you.
>You sit up rubbing your eyes to see your sister Rarity is standing there with a letter.
>"This came for you, Sweetie Belle."
>She levitates it over to you and you take it with your mouth.
"Fhank-"
>You spit it out and start over.
"Thank you!"
>Rarity nods and exits.
>When you open it, all that's there are the words "YOU'RE WELCOME" in the very middle.