Short stories

Ruined Childhood

¨Sisy! Sisy! Hurry up! You are going to miss the new episode!¨ I sigh internally as I make my way down with popcorn for my little sister who was wanting me to come over and watch My Little Pony with her. We had ordered a Rarity pony figurine for her mainly because this was her top most favorite character. 

Now, we are waiting for the doll to come, only for to see a new episode coming on around 3 pm today. So, we decided to watch the new episode when the time came, which was on a saturday so we did not have to worry about school.

As I sat down with my 6 year old sister, who was bouncing with glee, as the episode started, but we were not expecting what was going to happen next. The show had started playing pe usual, then the TV glitched, making a certain someone sad. 

All of a sudden, the screen had flickered back to life, making me almost have hope. Almost. This had shown a different area, something like a basement of some sort, making me question on what was going on. 

The camera suddenly pointed to another direction, showing RARITY on an operation table. We had both heard in the quietness of the room the clicking of hooves from the screen, only for pinkie pie to come out of the shadows, but something seemed a little....off. 

This pinkie's hair was straightened to the brim, where I had never seen this before. The most terrifying part of this all was her robe. Her robe was FILLED with cutie marks, where I was question while scared of what kind of episode this was.

Pinkie slowly started taking agonizing steps towards Rarity, who was passed out. Pinkie took out a syringe that had a skull symbol on the side, while proceeding to insert the needle into Rarity, piercing her skin.Poison. That was all I could think of.

 I saw my little sister crying, which had broken a heart string, as I see on the screen Pinkie Pie staring at the camera saying ¨YOU ARE NEXT!!¨ while giggling at the end, where she had turned the screen black.

We heard the doorbell ring while I was trying to comfort her, so we both stood up and went to the door to see the ruckus. This was the mailman, who had a package for us on the front porch for us to have.

I suddenly remembered the figurine I had gotten for her. I took the box, but when she asked what was inside, my heart dropped at what I was going to say after seeing that horrific show. So I decided to tell her that I didn't know and we could open it.

Of course, being so curious, she agreed, so she sat at the kitchen table while I got the knife to open the box. As I sat down, I noticed she was still crying so I had gave her some crayons to draw, where she was happy again, for her to cry again when I had finally opened the box.

Inside, the Rarity doll was so detailed in the art, but not the right kind. This showed her eyes were carved out with precision with splattered red paint on the figurine to symbolize blood with organs seeming to be spilling out.

I had started to get angry at whoever sent us this, mainly because of what we had just watched, just to see a tag in the box spelling 'YOU ARE NEXT!!', then I woke up in the asylum hospital bed where I had been for the past 6 years ever since I had killed my little sister, only to look next to me to see that one doll that had convinced me. The rarity doll.