User:Tifferzstorytime1

Scootaloo rewrote her math notes the same way she did it last time, held back from lunch with her teacher cheerilie. All she had to do was write words, the least important part, but cheerilie wanted to see that scootaloo showed emotions of anger or a little tear so that she could scowl the little pony. Scootaloo considered cheerilie to be a vile idiot that should suffer. At the time scoots was facing depression and seemed to slowly be going insane. The anger did not help, yet she didn't show it since she kept a solemn face to show cheerilie how stupid she was. Scootaloos friends never talked to her anymore and her mother was starting to hurt her again. With all the abuse and mistakes she had made building up on her, her sanity was cracking. Scootaloo peered over at cheerilie thinking of many sadistic things that didn't surprise her anymore. Her only friends were the voices in her head. One that desired blood and screaming, the second one told her of things she liked to hear yet this voice was fading fast, and the third was a overlapping sound of her thoughts piling up. Scootaloos tongue was licking the sides of her mouth wanting something, she didn't know what though. "Scootaloo you did not write this word correctly, you're going to have to stay tomorrow at lunch again to fix it." Cheerilie said looking at her paperwork leaving scootaloo kicking her chair silently "it is what it is, not my problem, I don't care, it is what it is" a small smile spread across cheerilies face as she said this knowing scootaloo would get upset. Just like cheerilie thought scootaloo got upset, the thumping in her head that was like drums grew is scootaloos head. Louder and louder. She slowly grabbed a black pen and got up with a large smile ear to ear. Pushing her desk to the floor scootaloo ran to cheerilie shaking in excitement. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Cheerilie screamed at the top of her lungs, but before she could do anything scootaloo drilled her pen in cheerilies eye darkening half her world forever. She let out a ear piercing scream as her eye burst with a feeling of fire formed on her face, this feeling was pain. Scootaloo was breathing heavily as she took out the pen. Screaming still coming out of cheerilie could be heard, but was overlapped by loud sobbing. Taking a moment to catch her breath scootaloo soon pinned cheerilie down and grabbed a bottle of cleaning alcohol. Louder screams came out of cheerilie, she could've pushed the small filly off but she felt weak and was about to pass out. Cheerilie had never felt this much pain. All she could see was scootaloo grinning as she poured the alcohol into cheerilies eye socket. The pained surged through her body as her remaining eye rolled to the back of her head. She tried to ask the filly to stop but just loud gurgling came out. Scootaloo couldn't stop laughing. "You're hilarious!" She shouted with a crooked smile. She then grabbed he teacher by her hair, slamming cheerilie's head into the wall multiple times. The floor was receiving a new coat of red and sprinkles of tears. Cheerilie then fell unconscious at that moment. The filly made her way to her teachers purse, she had forks, spoons, and knives for eating. Scoots clasped the knife, hoof sanitizer, a scarf and emptied everything else out if the bag. She gagged cheerilie with the scarf in the closet, locking all the doors and turning off the lights. Scootaloo rummaged through applebloom and sweetiebelle's bags, knowing that there would be rope for some adventures and such for getting their cutie marks. Scootaloo took some rope, blades from her sharpener, and acid and some syringes from appleblooms potion pouch. She looked back at the teacher and continued rummaging though the students bags. Scootaloo stuck her hoof in a hole which contained a stash of medical drugs and took a few. She didn't look at them. She loved a good surprise. As she trotted into the closet with that wide crooked grin, cheerilie finally woke up. "It's about time. I was starting to get a bit impatient." scootaloo stared at the fuchsia mare with beady eyes. As cheerilie opened her mouth to say something she found out she was gagged. Scootaloo had already tied cheerilie down with the rope. Cheerilie struggled her limbs were tied as well as her chest and head. She sobbed loudly as scootaloo injected some medication making everything numb exempt for her head. Scootaloo doused the mares hollow eye socket with hoof sanitizer causing a high pitch whimper. As scootaloo glued the blades of the sharpener together she noticed a rotten apple in the trash. The apple was mushy, brown, and infested with maggots. The orange pony stuck a syringe inside or the apple taking in half the maggots there. "What happens when bugs go on a flower?" Scootaloo said laughing and she injected the bugs into cheerilies cheek causing the mare to whimper loudly. Scootaloo cut a incision into the ponys chest blood squirted out skyrocket. She wiped the blood from her face continuing cutting making the shape of a 'I' and opened her teachers chest wide open. She cut through tissue and muscle until she reached the vital organs. Scootaloo was having fun, she was laughing hysterically, but after a while she was un satisfied. All her teacher was doing was whimpering and sobbing, it was a bit entertaining but just not what she was desiring. She sunk the blade into cheerilies shoulder, the only other thing she could feel. Cheerilie screamed with tears streaming down her face the screaming faded away as she was falling unconscious again. "Aw c'mon! We were getting somewhere!" Scootaloo frustrated broke away three of her teachers ribs and continue for the others. Scootaloo thought he teacher was conscious as her cheek moved in a odd way."wake up sunshine" but realized the maggots we just eating away at her flesh, scootaloo giggled "at least some pony is up!" She greeted to bloody insects with a warm smile as they peeped their heads on the surface. She watched in awe as the maggots ate away at most of her flesh and muscle causing a couple spasms from cheerilie. "Celestia... It's taking forever for her to wake up..." Scootaloos face was flustered in frustration. Scootaloo grabbed a blade and a marker from her desk. "How bout a smile?" Scootaloo draw a large smile around the mares lips. "Don't worry you'll look nice an' pretty!" Scootaloo snickered as she sunk the blade onto her teachers face where the line was drawn. The filly scratched cheerilies teeth as she dragged the blade where the lines were drawn. Finally she yanked her lips off, her teeth drenched in blood producing a vile odor much more different then the one from the intestines that were out in the open. Cheerilie finally woke up again, scootaloo was busy admiring the work she had done with her teacher so far. "Not too long now" she whispered slowly staring into cheerilies remaining eye "you're a sleepy pony... Don't worry you'll get to sleep allll you want soon enough" scootaloo laughed hysterically. Cheerilie was filled with fear whimpering and trying to scream, she lost control of her bladder and urinated on the floor. Scootaloo stuck her hoof into cheerilies opened chest and grabbed a hold of her intestines pulling them out and putting it around cheerilies head like a hat. Cheerilie vomited on herself crying more, her whole body was trembling. She clenched her teachers stomach, tearing it out "help me empty it for you!" Scootaloo squeezed everything that cheerilie had in her stomach onto the floor as the acid slightly burned cheerilies mane. And scootaloo had a delightful time emptying cheerilie and sinking the mares ribs into her back, until all that was left in the bloody mess was her heart. She ripped out the mares heart and crushed it under her hooves. Cheerilie was gone, all that was left was a disfigured pony filled with blood, urine, tears, and vomit. Scootaloo happily trotted home and cleaned herself up. Investigations went on, everypony was full of fear thinking of who I could've been and who the next victim was. No pony would ever suspect a innocent little filly could ever do such a horrific deed. The next months were silent no pony spoke of it. And to this day no pony ever knew of the day scootaloo finally got her way.