Flo wrote:This is my story.
100s of years ago, a great war raged through Equestria. During that time, their lived a wise and studious pony, who's name has slipped my memory. She was a scholar, and a lover of all things supernatural. One day, this pony stumbled across an amulet, which had been brought up from the ground after a grenade had detonated right above it.
The amulet carried a grim story, of a corrupt ruler, far beyond Celestia's time, who had wielded said amulet to threaten her subjects that opposed her. But unfortunately, the amulet had gotten so strong, it overpowered the queen and consumed her entirely, leading to terrible demise.
And it did the same with the scholar. It gave her powers. Powers that were said no pony could have...or should have. The townsfolk of her hometown grew fearful and as a result, they banished her to She'ol, where the cadavers of fallen soldiers were kept. She lived in a shack, made of metal scraps and charred wood, growing more and more insane with every year.
And as the years passed, her loneliness increased. She became so deprived of interaction, she created...me. I was sewn from the coats of dead soliders, a hap-hazard skeleton stuffed within me, and filled their blood, which had spoiled and gone black. Then, with the amulet's great magic, she brought life to me.
I was not the only one who kept the scholar company, though. Only weeks before my creation, the scholar was visited by a young school filly, whom she nicknamed Fae. I watched and listened as the scholar would tell Fae legends of how the amulet had saved entire kingdoms from being destroyed, and much like the naive little filly, I believed her. And as the war raged on and She'ol became more and more plentiful, the scholar, Fae and I grew closer and closer. We became an inseperable trio.
But one day, things changed. It was that day that the War Machine would rise. The War Machine was a device created by the townsfolk of a tiny town down west, rumoured to be home to some of the most deranged ponies. The concept of the War Machine proved that rumour to be truth. The device was said to destroy all of the adult ponies. Anyone over the age of 20 would be instantaneously killed when the machine was activated.
The purpose behind it? It seemed that the townspeople believed that if the entire world was reduced to mere children, an end would be put to the war, as it was quite obvious that children would never be capable of such mass destruction. But, like many, my creator was certain the device would fail. According to the word's she had told me, the amulet had bestowed upon her a divine prophecy.
"The War Machine, the war machine
Death for all it will bring
Do not be fooled by what they had said
Unless you want to end up dead"
And the request she had for me...it was the one thing about her that remember the most vividly.
"Kill them, before the war machine kills us."
I was devastated at the words as she whispered them gently into my ear, my blood went cold and I stood for a moment, unable to contemplate it. I knew what death was, I knew what it meant. But I did not know how I could cause it. How I could bring it upon someone else, that was the mystery.
"Using the salvaged guns of the soldiers in She'ol," she explained, "You will strike through their hearts with bullets of lead, like they do in war."
"But I am not a soldier."
"No, but you are a killer."
Scholar, scholar, you were so wise
But the amulet brought you to your demise
Creator, creator, you loved me so
But you will reap just what you sow
Cadaver, cadaver, aren't you thrilled?
I did what you told me to, I killed
Fae, Fae, you'll never know
"Why did you kill my mommy, Flo?"
Piano, piano, falling from the sky
Relieve me of my pain, let me die