>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.