#a creative notepad

[askfabulouspony]

Year of the Green Wooden Horse?

Good for Troy. Bad for everypony else.

[a-creative-notepad]

Black tears formed in her eyes, she couldn't help it, her other personality had pushed her to the back of her dark mind. Her grip tightened and her nails began digging into his skin as she pinned him on the floor, lowering the knife she glared at his horrid green eyes and then dug the blade into the side of it, her jaw clenched as she debated on whether to pop it out or mutilate it.

[dontaskmeimscarred]

Manny's blood pooled around his useless hand, fingers twitching. He had given up struggling, right hand weakly holding onto the thin, delicate arm of his friend. Yes, his friend... He had really liked Sketch, and tried to please her - He wheezed as her fingers dug into the soft flesh, drawing silky red droplets that mixed with black. 

He looked up with fear and sadness - then it hit him, the metallic shine as it fell downwards.

A wail of pure, torturous agonizing pain shot though his whole body. Pupils dilated, making the tormenting green that much more viable, as the boy cried.