Anon The Nightwalker part 3: of Markers and Justice

Be Anon
>Sneaking around the prison
>Looking for a certain guard
>But it's not cuddles your after
>It's revenge
>This is the guard that took away your pudding privileges
>That damn snitch told the warden about how you vandalized the cafeteria
>All you did was write "No more beets!!!" on the wall with some red marker
>You hated having to pull those abominations out of your sandwich
>It's not your fault that beets fucking sucked
>You know he's working the night shift but you don't know where and you've been searching for what feels like hours
>Then you step on something
>You hear a squeak
>Did you just step on a rubber duck?
>Why is there a rubber duck in the hallway?
>"Huh, who's there?"
>That sounded like...
>You notice a guard peeking around the corner
>It's him
>You cover your eyes before he can see you
>For some reason ponies can't see you when you do this
>He comes closer to inspect the noise
>"Why is there a rubber duck in the hallway?"
>He looks around before speaking again
>"It's lights out for all prisoners right now, you could lose pudding privileges if you're caught out of your cell this late."
>Pudding
>Privileges
>Those words bring back memories
>Memories of being able to eat pudding
>The texture
>The taste
>It makes your blood boil
>This scumbag took from you one of life's greatest joys
>Slowly, you lower your hands and glare at him from behind
>He freezes as if immediately sensing your presence and slowly turns to face you
>"Inmate anony-"
>You grab the guard by the collar and throw him against the wall
>"Inmate what are you doing?!"
>You reach into your pocket and pull out a red marker
>His eyes grow wide
>"Wait, please, don't do this, please."
>You pop the cap off and walk closer to him
>Before he can speak again you cover his mouth with your hand
>"I have a wife!"
"You should have thought about your wife before."
>No pudding
>No mercy

Be The Warden
>You and a few other guards have gathered around a fallen comrade who is on the floor, curled up in the fetal position with his body covered in red marker
>His name was Peacekeeper, and he was one of the toughest ponies you'd ever met
>An inmate found him this morning, you have no idea how long he's been like this
"Peacekeepeer, Peacekeeper can you hear me?"
>No response
>You've seen him take down shoplifters like they were petty criminals
>Who could have possibly done this to him?
"Peacekeeper, who did this to you?"
>"B-b-b-b-behind me..."
Is he trying to say that someone snuck up on him?
"Who was behind you Peacekeeper?"
>"It was...it was..."
>You and the other guards are frozen in anticipation
>"A...n..."
>Come on, spit it out
>"A...n...n...a nightwalker!"
>What?
>"Monster! Monster! Get it away from me!"
>He's lost it
>"Please no! No more!"
>"Boss, what should we do with him?"
"Get him to the psychiatric wing."
>Without hesitation a few of the guards pick him up and carry the still screaming stallion away
>Who could be capable of doing such a thing to a guard like that?