MLP Grimdark Inspired Part 2 (Mini Horrors from the Graveyard) {5-24-24}

*Note from the Author*

These stories are inspired by the MLP Grimdarks and contains and mentions sensitive material relating to mental illnesses/anxiety, several eating disorders, suicide/suicidal thoughts, post-traumatic stress disorder/survivors’ guilt/D.I.D (Dissociative Identity Disorder), murder, gore/violence towards some favorite and beloved characters, alcoholism/drug abuse, animal abuse and many others. Reader discretion is highly advised for this story is for mature audiences only and it is important to practice self-care during and after reading. Some of the events, people, and timelines are based on true aspects of my life, so keep a clear mindset. A little background on My Little Pony Grimdark, these are horror stories written by fans of this beloved children’s show. Some have demons and others have murder… 

To my inner angels who kept fighting against the demons of my mind as the magic in my childhood faded, I want to thank you for it. And to those inner monsters of mine, thank you for being my inspiration for the books and stories that came out of these nightmares. To the outward angels who stood beside me while I battled the evil inside under my own skin that I kept covered, these books and stories will represent how you have been there for me. 

And to the younger me, who probably didn’t know that they were the main character in their own grand tale; you were going to do great things. Don't you ever look back and question the choices that you had to leave behind that led you to the me that I have become...

Story One: The Escape from the Factory

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Scootaloo looked for an opening. All the doors were blocked, except for one. On the scaffolding. The suited ponies were slowly approaching, not rushing in order to prevent the fillies from freaking out more. Scootaloo spun around, looking for another way, any other way, but there was only one, she realized. “I have a plan,” she whispered to the nearest ponies and tilted her head up to the open door. Other ponies nodded and passed the message along as the masked ponies came closer. Scootaloo looked around, stomping a hoof in the count to signal the plan. She had lost sight of Rose but there wasn't much time for that now. After the third stomp, all hell broke loose…

The ex-students who could fly took to the air while the injured jumped at the masked ponies who were outnumbered. Hooves and wings made contact with teeth and smacked weapons out of reach. While the doctor yelled more orders at the chaos below, Rainbow Dash felt a tap on her shoulder. Rose had gotten up onto the scaffolding unnoticed by the guards, the doctor and Rainbow Dash herself. Before Rainbow could say anything Rose placed a hoof on her mouth, “Shh, you don’t want to do that.” Rainbow looked down at Rose’s wing that held a guard’s taser tightly, “I just want to talk, Rainbow Dash.” As the fighting continued the bodies of both sides started to fall into the machine which roared loudly. A masked pony screamed as his lower half started to be ripped by the gears. He reached out for help from his co-worker who then kicked at his hoof with an annoyed expression, “Failures will die to the device.” Rose pointed at the scene with still no emotion, “Choose where your loyalties lay, because this factory will toss you like that.” Rainbow looked back at Scootaloo leading the flying students towards the scaffolding. When she turned to look back at Rose she was gone again… 

The doctor saw that the threat was Scootaloo and began to scream at any and all available guards, “KILL THAT ORANGE BRAT!” Rainbow Dash turned to look at the doctor in horror as the students landed on the scaffolding. Rainbow Dash counted at least 13 of them made it up here, not including Rose. The doctor then ran at Scootaloo enraged as the fillies broke down the door. “NOOO!” Rainbow Dash found herself screaming as she flew at the doctor. He lost his balance when she pushed him, which caused him to go over the railway. The doctor fell to the machine head first, stopping his screaming in an instance. Rainbow Dash ran in front of the students, “FOLLOW ME NOW!” Scootaloo and others didn’t have a choice due to the guards flooding into the room through the other doors… 

After months of investigation, murder trials, and funnels Scootaloo walked past the now closed for good factory. She had just gotten back from visiting Rainbow Dash in the psychiatric hospital in Ponyville. Turns out that Rainbow Dash had suffered years of mental stain and abuse from the factory that even her second life fell apart because of it. She had snapped and tried to kill Scootaloo right after they all got out of the factory through the underground pathways. The redhead pegasus jumped in front of the other pony. Rainbow Dash’s back hooves made direct contact with the smaller mare’s jaw with a loud ‘CRACK’. The white pony’s body hit the floor as blood slowly started to stain the fur. Scootaloo toyed with her locket as feelings of anxiety and uneasiness overcame her when she remembered where she was; back in front of the derended factory. 

When the police and the princesses came to the factory, they found the torn bodies of most of the victims of the machine. All expect Rose that is. Scootaloo couldn’t remember if she had seen Rose on the scaffolding and everytime she tried to force herself to remember anything about that day she would panic. She wasn’t the only one to suffer from the PTSD nightmares and panic attacks after escaping the factory; five of the 12 survivors ended their own lives due to guilt, while others lost the ability to fly. Scootaloo being one of them, her small wings could not open. Nurse Redheart said that the survivors were suffering from an altered neural defense circuitry that led to persistent sensory and emotional overwhelm in response to the factory. 

 Scootaloo saw a black rose growing out of the factory’s stone wall which looked ominous. As she continued to look at the rose, a bit of quick movement in the factory’s window caught Scootaloo’s eyes. A little brown mare with a black rose as Her cutie mark. It can’t be, Scootaloo thought as her hooves carried her before she could argue with her logic. Scootaloo followed the mysterious pony into the factory. There Scootaloo saw Rose collecting some of the Spectra in a small jar. “Rose, what are you doing here?” Scootaloo’s voice came out small and shakily. Rose placed the jar into her little bag without looking at the orange pony, “I needed to collect the story,” she muttered. Scootaloo’s expression changed into confusion, “Story? What story?” Rose smiled back at Scootaloo, “This story. It comes to an end now”...