Five Nights at Equestria Girls

Night 6: The Easter Bunny has been very Evil

Jeremy was walking behind Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie. Behind him, taking up the rear, was Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash. They were heading back to the playground, where one of the two kids were. As they made their way there, Rarity and Applejack kept an eye on Jeremy. Yes, he was just a child, but he also happened to be a child trapped inside an animatronic body. And in that body, he could do some severe damage if they weren't careful, like with the two kids. So, as a precaution, they kept their distance, just in case. Eventually, the playground came into view. To Sunset's relief, there were no cops yet. But she knew it was only a matter of time before it was swarming with them.

"Okay, we are here," said Sunset Shimmer as she turned around and faced the girls and Jeremy.

"Where's the body?" asked Jeremy, not seeing the kid's body anywhere.

Sunset Shimmer glanced behind her at the boy's body. She had to cover her mouth to prevent her gag reflex from kicking in. The ground around it was stained dark red from the blood which had drained from the body. It was like someone had tried to use blood to make mud rather than water. However, that was nothing compared to the stench in the air. The playground and the surrounding area reeked of blood. So much so, that the other girls had even covered their mouths and noses as well. Blood was everywhere. Even his shirt had gotten completely soaked on the back and sides. The front was stained as well, but not nearly as much as she figured the back was. His skin had turned pale and ashen. Thankfully, it seemed that him lying on his back hid the injury that Jeremy caused. That made her grateful she had blocked Jeremy's view of it. Scarring him even more than he already was, wasn't part of her plan. Not after all that he had been through.

Turning her attention back to him, she said, "Are you sure you're ready for this, Jeremy?"

Jeremy walked up to Sunset Shimmer, the girls stepping aside as he approached her. He kept his hook at his side, partly because he didn't want to see the blood on it. And partly because it was a safer bet than if Jeremy moved it. As he looked at the redhead, he noticed that she had stepped back from him. That worried him. Had he angered her? Or was she...scared of him? Was it because he had murdered some children? It was an accident. But he figured that she had a right to be afraid, especially since his hook had gotten coated in the boy's blood. So, instead of pushing the matter, he just acted like he didn't notice it.

Jeremy nodded. "Yes, Sunset. I am ready."

Sunset Shimmer swallowed hard, stepping aside and allowing Jeremy to see the boy's corpse. She eyed him, watching for his reaction. It was nerve-wracking for her to be unsure of what seeing the boy's body would do to him. She had a working theory about why Jeremy decided to force his soul into his unconscious. If she was right, this wasn't the first time he had murdered someone. If the game suggested anything, this was far from the first time he had committed a murder.

Jeremy approached the body of the young boy. He looked no older than he was, which was shocking to him. In the boy's still open eyes, Jeremy saw the petrified look he recognized as his own. It was a look Jeremy knew well, having seen many kids become terrified of him whenever Jeremy tried to say hi to them. It was also the look Jeremy knew well, as that was what Jeremy felt when he had died. Kneeling, he moved his hand onto the boy's body.

"Jeremy, don't-" began Sunset Shimmer as she saw Jeremy lift the body and shifting so the body sideways, revealing the injury he caused.

Jeremy lifted the boy's shift and saw the three-inch hole in his back. If one looked carefully enough, they could see the bone of the boy's spine. The hole created by him was deep enough to allow him to see the damage he caused. Curious, Jeremy slipped his hook into the boy's injury. It fit his hook perfectly. There was still some blood oozing from the wound, which trailed down the side of the boy's back as he pulled his hook free.