My story started about 20 some years ago. Today, I'm living with my close friend Night Dash. He and I have gotten along since we were fillies in school together. We've had good times together, and although tacky, I will say my life was a complete wreck.

Anyway, I guess you'll want to know how I got like I am today. How I became this fucked up in the head. It started about 20 years ago, before school and all that. It was a couple months before school started for me. I lived with my parents in Cloudsdale, and let me tell ya. It was a nice place most of the time. But on the inside, and few times, it is living hell. That's the part nopony will show or tell. It was in the middle of the nigh and I was asleep in my room. Back then, I was a happy, friendly fily. That all changed one night though.

I awoke to a loud thud downstairs. Being naturally curious, I went to check it out. I did not like what I found. I saw my parents, half dead on the floor. They told me to run, but I couldn't. I was frozen there as I looked up, and watched a masked pony lay the finishing blows on my parents. With that, I ran. I ran, and ran, and ran until I couldn't run any longer and I felt as if my chest was on fire. The pony didn't catch me, but I was scared, and scarred for life. I curled up in the alleyway, shivering and alone. I didn't sleep that week. I was afraid to. I was afraid that that pony would find me, and end me as well. The law enforcement reported the murder, and reported a missing pony. That missing pony was me, but I don't think anypony would recognized me with how horrible I looked. The event was all over the newspapers, and soon the murderer was found.

That gave me a good feeling, that justice had been served. But it didn't fill the empty hole in my heart, and I still grieved my parents' deeply. Then, school started. I went to school, and it was strange. nopony was fussing about what happened, not even the teachers. A few talked to me, but I wasn't exactly there. Nopony talked to me enough to get to know me. And the funny thing was, nopony recognized me, that I was the "Missing Pony". I was secluded at school, and I was in a strange situation. with the way I acted, just empty and virtually void of life, half the ponies were scared of me, and the other half picked on me. I didn't pay much attention to it, but they were so PERSISTANT.

When it came time to go home, I wandered the streets to look for any discarded food or water. It usually tended to be scraps and alcohol. I then went to the alleyway I usually stayed and read the newspapers. I actually collected any tidbits relating to the incident. I usually then curled up and went to sleep.

It went on like this for months, and things kept getting worse. I was losing my grip on reality, and everypony started picking on me. When I was over halfway through elementary school, I finally snapped, and a second personality revealed itself.

One particular group of ponies had been torturing me for months, and they kept getting worse. One day, though, they chose the wrong subject. They followed me to my "home", picking on me. That's when one of them brought up the case of missing pony a few years back. And how I was so horrible I must be that pony. They all laughed, and laughed at how I might not have parents.

They pushed it too far. My mind finally snapped, and I led them through alleyways, and soon reached mine. It was a dead end, and leaded to a wall of a building. I went behind a trash can, and threw the newspapers at their hooves. They looked at it, and I threw pictures as well. As they looked them over, I opened the trash can, and brought out a knife. Now, they were so involved in the papers, they didn't notice me as I creeped behind the group. They looked up from the papers to see that I wasn't in front of them.

They turned around with a look of bewilderment, but it was too late. I lunged at the oldest one with the knife and it went deep into his throat. A look of pure terror washed over his face as his life blood poured out of his throat. The other 2 looked as scared as him, if not more. They weren't thinking logically, so they scrambled deeper into the alleyway. I followed after, with a look of pure hatred and insanity in my eyes.

Now, I'm not sure if I'm exxaggerating here or not, but I was bucked up at that point. I'm not sure if that's how my eyes looked, but I was pretty sure, because that's all I felt. And the "Second Personality" bit, is just how I'm bucked up. I have multiple personalities due to my past traumatizations. Now, That was quite a cliffhanger, so I'll get back to my story.

The two scrambled against the wall, and I stood behind them, my shadow long and menacing over them. They screamed, and I dashed forward. The knife met its mark and went deep into the one's chest. He collapsed into a whimpering ball on the ground as he died. I released the knife, and went for the third. This one tried running, and I gave chase. He didn't even make it out of the alley, to my disappointment. With him caught, I started beating and bashing him. His face was all bloody, and became bruised. I kept driving my hoof into his face, and I felt several crunches. Of his teeth, parts of the skull, and I then dragged him by the 2 other ponies who were now dead. I stood over him, looking down as he drew his final breaths and died.

Now, at this point I had lost it. I felt... Free... It may be a horrible thing to say, but its the truth. To release so much of that pent up anger, frustration, sadness... It felt great. But sadly, I was caught. I was sent away for about two years. There was a huge case about the murders, how a filly commited triple murder. It was unheard of, and I was only in Elementary School! I was psychologically tested, and somehow came through alright. After the incident, the "other" personality went back down. I felt kinda cheerful again. Nowhere near as cheerful as I used to be, but still. So I came through clean, and was sent back two years later. Nopony really seemed to notice me. I was that new kid, even though I've been going there for a couple years already.

And now, Middle School. Here's where things started going for the better. I got good grades, but still had several personalities from that night. They would come up quite often, and it got annoying. Mainly the depressed one, and occasionally the psychotic one. It was subdued though, and I didn't kill anypony. Nobody really talked to me, but the bullying wasn't that bad. So it was actually pretty good for me in my books. I made it through the first year, and then at the start of the second year, I met Night Dash. He's the only one that understood me, and we made an instant connection. But one day several months into the year, we were in Chemistry. All the ponies in the class were working independantly, and Night Dash was walking along. Somepony behind me, being a typical bully, tripped him. Little did he know that that would be a HUGE mistake. Night Dash tripped, and fell. But he fell into my science project, and some chemicals mixed and got together. Through all the chemical reactions, there was a huge explosion. Blew up half the school. Many were injured, and two were killed.

But somehow, Night Dash and I survived. Don't bucking ask me, I have NO idea how. Night Dash and I were in a crater when the smoke lifted. The class was taken to a hospital. Night Dash was lucky. He came through unscathed. Meanwhile me, I got burns, scratches, all the good stuff. Since then, I've had keener senses, and I've been thinking more clearly. More logical, intellectual, yadda yadda yadda. I came back a month or two later, after my wounds had cleared. Nobody asked if I was okay, except Night Dash of course. He's stuck through for me since the day we met.

Since then, nothing really happened at all. We graduated flight school together, went to college and became roomies in the dorm, and then graduated again. Now, with college graduated, I was left with nowhere to go but back to the alleys. I had heard Night Dash was getting a house in Ponyville, and I hooked up with him and asked if I could live with him. My hopes came through and he said yes. Now, I had a small bag where I hid the newspapers and items. To this day, nopony knows who I truly am. That I was the "Missing Pony". That I was the "Triple Murder Pony". I just hope Night Dash doesn't find out...

Huh. When I think about it, I'm surprised. Nopony paid enough attention to the details and figured out it was all me. Well, now you know my story. What do you want from me next?