Author's Notes:

Lets start off easy and do a simple one. This one came to me one day while i wasn't writing. It wasn't the first outtake that I had, but it's one nonetheless. How about we go back to chapter 12 for a minute and explore a different outcome that might have happened at the bell tower...

“Hey rainbow, I’m not too sure about this-”

He looked over his shoulder to see the sky blue Pegasus loading up her back legs, grinning all the while. But her grin held a more sinister look to it. Her eyes were gleaming in the dark with ill intent; almost to the point of murderous desire.

Rainbow Dash bucked him hard in the rear sending him off the bell tower. But Rainbow had bucked too hard and Connor was heading face first towards the ground. He fumbled with trying to open his wings and he managed to get them to unfurl. But his wings snapped back behind him, too weak to hold the air rushing past him.

He flailed his forelegs in front of him trying to get some favorable orientation for the landing, but only made it worse by rotating more onto his back.

There was a sickening crunch and a thud as Connor hit the ground. He laid there sprawled on his back looking up at the bell tower, unable to feel his body. He didn't know it at the time, but the fall had broken his back and left him paralyzed from the neck down. He could still breathe and live, but there was no way he could move or really get any help from where he was.

Back at the top of the tower, he could see Rainbow Dash peer down at his broken body. He could hear talking at the top, but it was too far away to make any of it out. He heard someone shout, “SHUT UP!!” and then call out to someone near by. Maybe it was someone who could help? Maybe they were nice and could get twilight to come to the rescue.

Back at the top of the bell tower, Rainbow Dash peered over the edge to see the results of actions. She stared coldly at the blue body splattered on the grassy knoll below her. She could spot minute movements of a chest rising and falling. Her victim was still alive.

“Well? Is it done?” Fluttershy stepped out from the shadows inside the bell tower as Rainbow looked back at her approaching.

“Almost. He's still alive down there, but it doesn't look like he can move. Nopony can get up and walk away after landing on their back from this distance.”

“Gooood,” Fluttershy cooed with a small maniacal laugh, “Good, that will teach him from insulting us ever again.”

“SHUT UP!!” Rainbow spat, “The only reason you're still here is because you're useful at disposing bodies!”

Fluttershy growled dangerously at Rainbow who returned the death glare.

“Well? Aren't you going to go down there and finish the job?”

Rainbow glanced back to the edge and where the body of Connor still lie.

“No,” Rainbow smirked, “I'm going to let Pinkamena do that.”

She turned back to the edge of the tower and called out to the tree line near them.

“Alright Pinkamena! Your turn!”

Pinkie, or rather Pinkamena, walked out into the open air and in view of the tower. Her eyes were crazed and her hair flat like wet spaghetti.

“Is it finally time?! Do I finally get to take my revenge on that worthless chicken of a pony?!” her voice cackled at the prospect of getting back at the blue Pegasus in front of her.

“Yeah, whatever. Just make it quick! You got five minutes to finish the job and then we have to get rid of the body!” Rainbow snarled before returning to the shadows of the bell tower.

Pinkamena giggled with hysteria. She could now take out her frustration on the pony who dared insult her.

“I'll teach him... I’ll teach him! I’ll teach him not to call me names! I’ll show him what a real addict is like!!”

Connor laid there trying to move his limbs, but nothing happened from his commands. He breathed ragged short breaths from the fall. Sharp pains stabbed at his lungs and he theorized a couple of broken ribs poking him in his lungs.

He could hear hoof steps approaching down and slightly to his right. Slowly, a pink mare with long straight hair and crazed eyes filled his vision.

“So you think I’m an addict, huh?” the mare reached into her mane and pulled out a large, razor sharp knife ready to be used and cut into something, “I'll show what it means to be an addict! I'll show you!!”

She raised the knife high above his head and slammed the blade into his gut. It was a weird sensation. His mind expected the pain and Connor prepared himself to scream in agony, but it never came. The pink, crack-head mare continued to stab him repeatedly in his gut and it finally dawned on him that he must have broken his back when he landed, severing his spinal cord to the rest of his body. He could still breathe and his heart still pumped blood somehow, but he couldn't feel anything below his neck line.

Blood splattered on the ground and on his face as this murderous mare started pulling out his intestines out like a child trying to get the stuffing out of his present on Christmas day. He laid there listening to the repeated squelchy thuds of the knife digging into him and the crazed murderous laughter of his killer bathing in his blood.

A voice called out from above, “Times up! Kill him now and lets get out of here!”

The pink mare glanced up at the commanding voice then back down at Connor, staring him directly in the eyes.

“Too bad, I was going to carve out your chest cavity and watch your heart slowly stop beating...”

She raised the bloodied knife to Connor's throat and his eyes flooded with terror and tears. Connor knew death was inevitable. It was one guarantee in life that any being could count on. He just never expected that his life would end here in some strange world filled with fucking, murder crazed ponies. He wished that he could at least see his own world first before he died. He wanted to see his family, have one last ride on his motorcycle, at least bang one girl in his life!

But the cold blooded killer above him laughed at the fear and sadness pouring out of his eyes as the cold blade cut slowly into his throat. This time he did feel pain. The blade slashed its way through skin, muscle, veins and airways. It was agonizingly painful, both physically and metaphorically, waiting for the blade to cut all the way through his neck. Blood filled his air passage way and he gagged and coughed as his blood slowly filled his throat and lungs.

Connor wanted to cry. He wanted curl up into a ball and have someone, anyone, comfort him. He would even have settled for twilight to be there when he finally passed over to the other side. He just didn't want his death to be slow or painful, or both. Or he wanted someone to be there and comfort him if it was. He just didn't want to be alone.

But there was no one there for him. The only thing there was a hysterical pink pony with a knife drawn fully across his neck and blood pooling below both of them. There were no friends to be had here; only sorrow and crushing loneliness. By now, his anger should have taken over to hide the pain of sadness; but he didn't feel angry. He didn't want to feel angry. He just wanted a kind soul there for him.

As his lungs slowly filled with his own blood, Connor slowly suffocated from lack of oxygen. His mind felt blurry and hazy from both lack of oxygen and blood. Connor knew there was no saving him now; he had lost too much blood and his lungs were swimming in his blood. He could almost feel the blood drain from his brain.

The last thought he had was wishing twilight to be there. At least someone in this despicable world cared about him. Shrieks of evil laughter filled his ears as he finally lost consciousness on his grassy death bed.

Connor died that day in a world filled with secrets; tucked away and out of sight of the public eye. Secrets that held murder, torture, sadistic pleasures, and other unspeakable crimes against sapient beings that happened on a daily basis. He just happened to be one of the unlucky souls to be lost to that bottomless, black sea.