Author's Note: Hello everypon- *ahem* everyone. I hope you are enjoying the story and one quick announcement; Two OCs will be joining us soon (as soon as I find a right spot for them and understand their character more) So bear with me. Other than that I hope you enjoy! Oh! Also, I am a big fan of the pinkamena, little miss rarity, and so on and so forth, but in the story I may seem as if I hate them in the real world but I don't, they are great characters but I mean what would you do if they hurt your friends and threatened you? Also we have our first OC joining us today!

This character comes ghostoftime1 and the name of the OC is Prince Whiteheart.

Enjoy!

The room was stained with blood spatter that had been there a while. In the corner were boney remains of other ponies, some still had flesh, and muscle attached to them. Poor things…they didn't die quickly. How do I know you ask? Oh just a hunch really. That and all of the bloody power tools on the counter! Some were still going too! I bet to use them quickly. Such a waste of gas, though they could be useful. I strutted in nonchalantly, trying to play it cool even though deep down I was starting to get scared. I saw that she was doing something to a ponie on the counter; it was still twitching as she was…oh, oh god. I peeked around her a bit to see her ripping their innards out. Over in another corner there were some ponies that were tied up, wiggling and trying to scream at me but they were muffled bye tape that kept their mouth shut. The original Pinkie was one of them.

"In a minute~." Pinkamena said, humming some happy tune while she dissected the poor pony. That didn't stop them though, they kept screaming, still muffled until she flipped toward the with a blood stained butcher knife and screamed; "I said be quiet!"

"No you didn't" I said, as she whipped around looking at me and right as she did * Thwack!* I smacked her upside the head with a cutting board. Even though pinkamena was pretty cool in the fanfics I watched and read, I was pissed. She turned her head back a little confused and her eyes spinning, like literally, spinning. It was creepy. With my adrenaline dying I took the board and smacked her with it again on the other side. This made her fall, dropping the knife but her insticts made her quickly snatch it back up. She stood up slowly on both of her hind legs, clutching the knife- wait…how was she clutching it without fingers? Or hands? Dude I don't know! I just know that she wasn't going to let go of it a second time.

"Oh, is that you special wittle knife?" I said taunting her.

"You know that really hurt. It wasn't very fun." She said glaring, her voice almost turning to a growl.

"Oh I'm so sowwy you poor wittle thing! Dissecting somepony sure as hell wouldn't hurt but oh no! You get smacked in the face and it's something to cry about." I said, winning the talking fight…now it was time for a physical fight.

She glared more, and before I knew it I felt the knife glide across my stomach. Thank god for adrenaline because I couldn't feel it except for a slight sting. She connected again with my arm which felt like a little pinch.

I then pulled the sickest, most B.A (badass) move ever! She brought the knife down on me but I lifted my left hand and caught the blade. I don't know how it didn't go through my hand but it was sharp. Very very very sharp. I felt the blood trickle down my arm and saw the surprised look on Pink's face.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. That tickled." I said grinning, ripping the weapon from her hoof and I struck her with the handle. I flipped the knife over to my right hand, holding the handle, lifting it up about to hack and slash her but I cooled down. I looked into her eyes and se seemed scared. I was scaring a pony that killed others for fun, whoa. I lowered the knife to my side almost ashamed of myself. Then that's when she took her chance. She flipped, back to me and buck me with her hind legs right in the stomach. I was launched back a little bit flat onto my back. I coughed, trying to regain the air that was knocked out of me, but before I could she was on top of me, pinning my arms down.

Ok I'm a big guy but holy crap she was strong. She looked at me with that awful, bone chilling smile that sealed everyone's fate. She leaned in real close to me.

"You're such a rare ingredient, I'm going to savor every last treat made out of you hehehahah-." Her words were cut short. I looked up at her to see her face frozen and an extra detail added. A horn was lodged into her eyeball! I followed the horn to its owner who was standing right on top of me. The stallion stood with a dark grey coat, it was almost black but not too dark. A very dark grey. Anyway, his red eyes had a pissed glare pointed to Pinkamena. His red mane splattered with more red as his horn was coated in blood from Pink's eye. I mean yea she killed a bunch of ponies but dang…the eye?

She was able to pull herself off but was completely in shock, and she fell to the floor. I myself was a little shocked at the event that just unfolded before me. I stood up and watched as the dark grey stallion looked over Pink's body. His tail and mane turned from red to a very light grey. Ok, so he cooled down right?

"Sorry about that…seeing that kind of thing really makes me upset." He said gritting his teeth.

"Hey, no problem dude. Thanks for well…saving me." I replied, chuckling nervously. Right this guy did save me, but I don't know why.

"I just hate too see harm come to those that don't rightfully deserve it." He said, rubbing the blood from his horn and face. He looked like he's been through some stuff. I mean he had scratches here and there but a bad scar running down one of his eyes.

I held out my hand and he backed away a little bit. I guess he doesn't like hand/hoof shakes.

"It's nice to meet you, my name is Scotty. What's yours?" I asked

"I'm Prince Whiteheart." He said

"oooook, well again nice to meet you Prince Whiteheart. Shall we be going so we can save the others?" I said, motioning upstairs to where I thought the others might be.

"Right, good idea." He said.

"I'll go first, but first-" I said, as I took off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves. When the sleeves go up y'all know it's time to do work. I looked about the kitchen to try to find any weapons that could serve better than the wee little baton. I found a nice long kitchen knife but the hardware that pinkamena was packing really caught my eye. I looked through buzzsaws, chainsaws, saws of all kinds! Mwuhahahahah!...I picked a small circular saw that was stil going and it died suddenly. Then one by one each and every one of them went kaput, and they were silent.

Did they just run out of juice? Dang it Pink! Oh well, I still have my knife and oh her cleaver! I looked over to where she fell over to find just a puddle of blood and a little message written out saying; "You've made me mad, I'll make you pay." Oh great.

"Uh, Whiteheart. Where's Pinkamena?" I asked frantically looking around, trying to find her.

"I…I don't know. You weren't watching her?" He said, walking over to me.

"I thought you were." I said, scared. I thought he killed her with that horn going through her skull. I guess not. Whiteheart kind of dropped his head a little.

"Hey, it's ok. We'll find her and finish her, or at least take her back to where she belonged." I reassured him.

"Right, right." He said, suddenly filled with determination. "Who knows what she might do?"

"Exactly, just like the rest of them." I said, but I had no idea how many there were. If it was just these three and the suits, or were there others? Only one way to find out.