Oh The Creepypastas...

Blank

Once there was a pony. This pony was infamous for being plain. He was a complete white, even his tail. He had no hair on his head. His eyes even matched his pale complexion, and because of this, he was looked down apon. He was a bland white earth pony who wanted a friend.

This pony's name was Blank, or at least, thats what they called him. Truthfully nobody knew his name because none bothered to ask. It was easy to identify, people could just say, "Oh, that white pony." Or, "That bland earth pony." People would instantly know who they were talking about. However he was very rarely mentioned in conversation.

Blank worked just as hard as the other ponies, if not harder. He always put all of his effort into his work so that he would be noticed, just once. But no one ever looked to that white earth pony.

Blank was young, but not too young. He was about 17 most said. Everyone said things about him, even if he was around. They would call him names and say things about him, like that even his his tears were as white as his body. And even if some were to protest, "Why do we make fun of him? Surely he has feelings too right?" They would just scoff as say that the pony was so bland he had no emotion.

However, that was a false accusation. In fact, it was the complete opposite. The earth pony had more emotion than anypony could imagine. He could be happy, he could be sad, he could very well be angry. But mostly, he was thought to be emotionless, however he was mostly very happy, even though he knew of his blank exterior.

However, because everyone else was disgusted by his white coat, so was he. He tried everything to make himself stick out some. He painted himself, but the colors only stayed for  few hours before fading to white. He tried clothing, but the store clerks ould not let him buy anything colorful. He even tried scaring himself so people would notice, but he healed quicky because of his amazing health from working so hard.

He tried to make friends, but most thought of him as a ghost. They either ignored him, like he was invisible, they snuffed him off as a bother, or they ran.

He couldve very well been a ghost. He was incredibly skinny for someone who worked, however was still strong. He was tall though, which made him more indifferent to others.

On Christmas Eve, he only had one wish. He looked up to the stars, begging Celestia, begging Luna, begging any and all of the god-ponies for one thing. He wanted to be noticed. He wanted friends. He wanted to BE somepony.

The next morning he awoke, looking around his tree. He saw a single present. He grabbed it, opening it excitedly, but his heart dropped. All that lay inside was a white scarf from his mother. He sighed sadly, moving into the restroom to get ready for work. What was the point of staying home when he could work? He had no family or friends to spend this time with.

When he was getting ready to brush his teeth, he looked in the mirror and jumped in suprise.

On his head there was a black horn. He touched it, and it felt hollow however. He questioned if this would really get the ponies attention. He threw his scarf over his shoulder and walked out of his small home.

While he walked along, people began to wave at him. He blink in confusion, but waved back smiling. He walked past a clothes store and was stopped by somepony.

"Hey you! Yeah, you!" He walked over, tipping his head in question.

"Can you talk?" The female pony asked. He nodded. "I can very well talk, ma'am."

She smiled. "I haven't noticed you around here. What's your name?" He blinked, for no one ever asked his name. He didn't even remember his name, now that he thought about it. So he decided to go by his nickname. "Blank, ma'am." She tilted her head. "So why do you only have a scarf? Its freezing out! Come into the clothes store and let me get you something nice."

He shook his head. "I can't let you do that ma'am." She tilted her head. "Why's that?"

"Because I can't go into clothing stores, they don't allow me. Plus I just met you and I wouldn't want you to be bothered with buying things for me." She smiled gently. "Aw, what a gentleman. But really, its no trouble. I think you could use a coat. Come on!" He sighed, smiled and nodded and walked inside. His first friend.

Later, he was sitting in his room, cleaning his dusty horn. It had been quite a while since he had gotten it. It was mid-March. He had been noticed all over the place. He had gotten promoted in his plowing job to manager, where he taught new ponies the ropes. The pony he met was now his girlfriend, and he had some other friends too. His life had taken a turn for the better. He walked outside, ready for a new day.

Not too far away, another pony growled in anger. It seemed no one remembered what an outsider he had been, all because of a stupid horn? He decided this pony should get whats coming to him.

Blank was talking with his friends, exchanging jokes and ideas for plow. Suddenly, a black pegusus stepped next to them.

"Ha! You all are very gullible!" The ponies turned to him. "Pardon?" The blue mare asked.

"Do you not realize your being fooled by this fake? This bland individual?" They all raised an eyebrow, making him laugh harder. "You all are so stupid!" Blank stood up, and faced the stallion. "Hey, don't be so mean. What did we do to you?" The black pegusus pushed him away. "Oh, trying to guilt trip me? I wouldn't do that, I know your secret." The white stllion narrowed his eyes. "So what if I was an outsider? Big deal!" The pony grabbed his horn. "Because this thing is fake!!" He pulled away quickly. "Hey cut it ou-" Suddenly the pegusus slammed his hoof into the horn, knocking it clean off. Blank screeched, because even though it wasn't real, it hurt. Most of the ponies stared, shocked. Their stares turned to glares. The blue mare ran at the pegusus. "Hey! Leave him alone!!" The black stallion grabbed her, flinging her into the building. She fell to the ground, limp. The white stallion ran to his friends side.

"This is what you deserve for lying. I hoped you learned a little lesson."  With that, he flew away. The other ponies exchanged glances before leaving as well.

Weeks passed and white stallion sat in his room, crying silently. His friend was dead, and everyone resumed to ignore him like before. He felt betrayed by them, he felt betrayed by everyone.

He looked up, heading for his restroom and looking in the mirror. His eyes were blood red, and the red tears stained his face.

"You don't deserve this." He heard a voice in his head. "This is bullcrap. You had everything you wanted and it was all taken away from you. Not fair, not fair at all." He looked up glaring. "Yeah... Yeah, it isn't fair!" The voice became more rigid. "Well, are you gonna take that crap? You done this for too long. I feel its time we teach them how strong we really are." He stomped his hoof, putting a giant hoofprint in the floor. "YEAH!! Lets teach those bastards a lesson!!!" The voice became calmer. "Of course, you have to confront the source of your problem." The white pony grabbed his drag brace and a bat, and his voice became doubled. "LETS DO IT."

Meanwhile, the pegusus was cleaning his hooves. He felt he had done a good job with this. Things were back to normal. He was the center of attention again. He began to grab his jacket when a hoof stomped into it. He yelled. "Hey! What the-" He stopped himself. The white stallion was no longer somber or happy. No, he was pissed. His body was a dark grey, his eyes blood red. His sad frown was a giant smile. Hs teeth were yellow, sharp. Blank grabbed the pony and beat him within an inch of his life. The pegusus couldn't fight back. While the pegusus lay almost dead on the ground, out of his only visible eye he saw his black horn grow back, bigger, and it came to a sharp point. He laughed maniacally, and his hooves didn't look like hooves anymore, they looked like claws. He stormed away, leaving the pegusus, brutally beaten.

Of course, he was angry at the world. The pegusus wasn't enough for him. He killed every pony that got in his way all the way to the throne of Equestria. He became king and grew strong black pointed wings.

How do I know this? Well, I am that pegusus that treated him bad. I really regret it now, because now only brutality is shown toward ponies in Equestria.

Besides, maybe if I had been nicer to him, we wouldn't be in chains today.