Epilogue

I do not own My Little Pony. I only own this story and the Nameless Pony


A note from the Nameless Pony.

Remember to keep clear of the crazy ponies. But that is completely and utterly impossible. We are all insane. For better or worse, every pony you meet will have a screw loose in their head. It may be big, it may be small.

Those screws are fun to play with. Some choose to tighten them, though that most certainly doesn't last long. The screw will just become loose again. I choose to loosen the screw some more. It's quite a delight. A bit amusing.

You see, Every pony walks by the kitchen knife for whatever reason. But we all know better than to stain the carpet. Well... Most of us. Some of us forget. And some of us just don't care. I don't lay a hoof on that knife.

But I don't care about staining the carpet either. In fact, the red blood makes a beautiful pattern on the white carpet. The wetness feels glorious under my hooves. So I loosen a few screws. I'm not doing anything wrong. Merely, I am encouraging behavior for my benefit.

Signed,


The Nameless Pony has no real name.

He has no real face and no real gender.

To every pony, he is different.

He is the pony that hides in your conscience.

He is the pony that tells you all your wrongs.

He encourages the way you fix your wrongs.

He is the monster of life. He is you and yet he is not.

Do not touch the knife he points his hoof to.

Do not shed the blood of any pony, not even your self.

But of course you will.

You have no choice.

He pushes buttons you barely know exist.

He is the Nameless Pony

He is your doom.