Author's Notes:

This was the first deleted scene that I came up with for this chapter when trying to plan out how to write this chapter. I was originally going to have twilight's eye twitch when Fluttershy first suggested about her game like she was about to break from exhaustion, but I remembered that I am using the eye twitch as a signal for deleted scenes; so this came to mind. Apologies in advance for Fluttershy fans...

Twilight froze and her eye twitched as she fought back the urge to yell in frustration. Instead of wasting her frustration on yelling, Twilight was going to take her frustration out in a more constructive way.

“Dolls, you say?” Twilight said with a slight waver in her voice.

“Yes! These dolls I have been working on for such a long time. I hope you like them; they are very important to the game I’m making!” Fluttershy grinned excitedly as Twilight picked up one of the dolls she had set down on the table.

Twilight turned the doll over in her magic inspecting every detail on it; or, it looked like Twilight was inspecting the doll as her mind was filling up with other, darker thoughts.

“So, do you like them?” Fluttershy was almost bouncing in her seat in anticipation.

“Like them?” Twilight held up the doll in front of Fluttershy’s face before she ripped the doll in half before her devastated eyes, “I love them!” Twilight spoke with a crazed tone drawing Fluttershy’s tear filled eyes to hers. Fluttershy saw a darkened Twilight raise from her seat to cast a dark shadow over the room as all the curtains were drawn shut and the only source of light were the slow burning candles that were somehow lit in the room. The front door shut with a heavy, daunting, thud with a soft click of a lock turning.

Twilight was tired of ponies asking her for help on their games. It was always the same, damn question from every, single, fucking pony: “Princess Twilight! What do you think about my game?” “Princess Twilight! What do you think I should change to make my game better?” “Princess Twilight! Is my game good enough?” “Princess Twilight! Am I good enough? Do you think I should die? Do you think it should be a horribly painful, gruesome, terrifying death?”

“Yes,” Twilight said out loud, “I think it should be.”

She grabbed the tea set sitting on the table and smashed it against Fluttershy’s head. The set shattered on impact cutting Fluttershy’s face and almost knocking her out. She crumpled to the ground without making a sound. She laid there unsure what was happening, but she felt her body lift into the air by magic, suspended in front of Twilight like a doll on strings.

“I like dolls,” she cooed with a murderous tone in her voice, “let’s play!”

Twilight maneuvered Fluttershy’s body like a marionette puppet across the floor, giggling and cackling to herself and speaking in a low tone to herself.

“Oh Miss Butterfly, you are so pretty right now. I love how the red oozes down the side of your face. Oh!” she brought Fluttershy back and hung her in front of herself, “Oh, Miss Butterfly, you’ve gained some weight. Have you been eating too much lately? Here, why don’t we make your stomach a little bit smaller so you won’t be as hungry.”

Fluttershy’s eyes flashed open in terror as she watched Twilight levitate a dull table knife in front of her and bring it closer to her flesh.

“Please, Twilight! Stop! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you! just please, whatever you do, please don’t hurt me anymore!!!” Fluttershy screamed and cried for Twilight to stop, but her cries fell on deaf ears as the dull blade began to cut into her flesh.

Fluttershy screamed in pain and squirmed in her magical restraints, but the fighting only made the pain worse as the knife wiggled and twisted in the wound. Twilight was laughing manically as she cut farther and farther into the yellow pony’s flesh. Blood was pooling in the tea cups and on the table below as the horrifically, improper surgery took place in Fluttershy’s own cottage.

Screams of pain and suffering could be heard outside, but nopony was close enough to hear them. The cottage was too secluded from the world to have enough visitors pass by to take notice.

The sun began to set on the cottage, but the screams of pain had ended long before the sun ever touched the horizon. Inside the dark house sat a purple pony happily humming to herself as she methodically sewed up the hole in her new ‘Doll’. Beside her sat a small portion of what could have been a stomach; or maybe it was part of a liver?

Twilight finished tying the last stitch in her new toy with her magic before dropping the body with an unceremonious thud on the floor. Twilight stood up and stretched out her back before looking over her work. Fluttershy’s body lay below her sprawled out with three stitch lines across her belly. Blood was soaked into the fur coat and the wood works below. Her body lay lifeless on the ground as the loss of blood from her ‘Surgery’ slowly killed her over the course of the operation.

Twilight smiled to herself at a job well done and stood up to leave the corpse to rot in the house for who knew how long.