Written in Blood


                                            >A candle flickers across the night.

                                            >As you peer out of your blood-stained window, you pull up your skull mask to scratch your nose.

                                            >It's not very comfortable.

                                            >But this wasn't built for comfort.

                                            >It was built to scare her away forever.

                                            >Every inch of the front of your house has been covered in a scarlet red.

                                            >This would've been impossible if not for the butcher shop on the outskirts of Ponyville.

                                            >You were more than a little surprised at first, but apparently there's some kind of campaign for catering to "any creature."

                                            >Whatever, it only benefitted you, even if it took all of your savings to get that much material.

                                            >And a lot of weird looks from the ponies.

                                            >You spent so much time carefully using the blood as paint in the most deliberately creepy ways you could think of.

                                            >Dark, dripping words were scrawled across the wood, such as "STAY OUT" and "PONIES DIE HERE."

                                            >You grinned in glee as a faintly yellow form appeared out of the darkness, clearly gazing at your work.

                                            >If any pony were to get scared of animal blood, it's Fluttershy, right? Or of blood in general.

                                            >As planned, her eyes widen in fear and she shivers with what must be the urge to flee once they find your skeletal face behind the window.

                                            >No longer could she possibly trouble you after this. You won.

                                            >After backing away from her sight and taking off the mask, you turn around to go to bed, missing her gradual change from horror, to curiosity, to something more...

                                            >The next morning, you open the door and let out a big yawn.

                                            "What a great-"

                                            >Wait, something smells off.

                                            >Off? It smells downright disgusting. Far worse than the animal blood stench.

                                            >You walk out to inspect the house, only for your jaw to drop in shock.

                                            >New scribbles are everywhere, depicting hearts, lewd confessions, and... horse pussy.

                                            >It's all definitely written in blood. But not the kind that everyone normally bleeds.

                                            >Nausea overtakes you as you choke, then vomit all over the ground.