>On this morning Rarity had decided to make herself some pancakes from scratch.
>Mixing the batter and frying them up to perfection.
>However, as she removed the finished pancakes from the pan setting them on the plate, she felt something, unnatural.
>She carried the plate to the table with magic removing the pan from the stove.
>Rarity slathers on butter, and pours syrup over the pancakes.
>Raritys younger sister Sweetie Belle was away today with her friends, leaving Rarity all alone with her meal.
>She grabs the proper utensils sitting them next to the table.
>Then Rarity herself sits in front of her plate.
>She can't bring herself to lift the utensils once again.
>Something, seems off about the pancakes.
>She stares at them, observing their texture.
>They seem just as ordinary as any other pancakes she's seen.
>Rarity looks around the room getting the feeling shes being watched, this uncomfortable tense feeling.
>She turns back to the pancakes, as she looks at them again, she feels a rising swell in her head.
>Like the onset of a headache, panging at her.
>Perhaps it's the workload, she has been under a lot of stress with her new fashion line.
>Rarity looks at the pancakes for several more minutes.
>Each minute more painful than the last.
>>26990578
>It's so simple right?
>Rarity keeps staring, knowing instinctively she has to do something here.
>What is it though she wonders.
>Eating the pancakes doesn't seem right.
>Sticking the fork into their surface seems as wrong to her as sticking her fork into a cat.
>And she would never do something like that to her own cat.
>Her headache has instensifed so much that she pushes herself away from the table and walks away from her plate.
>She feels the growl of her stomach.
>Someone as busy as her doesn't get many chances to eat, this may be the only time..
>And yet..
>No, perhaps, another time.
>She wraps up the pancakes putting them in the fridge for later.
>It's not the first time she's gone to work on an empty stomach.
>Surely she can do it again.
>>26990580
>Rarity focuses on her designs.
>The calm quiet of the room leaves her little else to focus on but her work.
>What was it that stopped her from eating?
>It's not like she's never eaten pancakes before.
>Rarity rather quite likes them.
>But why..
>She stares in the reflection as sun breaks through the clouds.
>She sees the slight bags in her eyes.
>Staying up late has thrown off her schedule.
>She must meet deadlines, she must keep designing new clothes.
>But inspiration is not always easy.
>The work is tedious, even using the machine.
>Her eyes won't let her slip up.
>They can see everything, every slight flaw.
>And of course, quality is expected of her work.
>One bad review, one missed stitch could lead to ruin.
>She must stay focused.
>>26990602
>Night comes, her younger sister came and said hi briefly earlier while Rarity was still at work.
>But she's done now, and the younger sister is asleep.
>The weariness of the day has numbed her senses.
>Rarity comes to the kitchen in the night lighting the dark boutique with her horn.
>Saving electricity will cut costs down.
>A savvy business woman knows how important it is to save money.
>She feels the hunger grip her stomach.
>She opens the fridge.
>Nothing has been previously made.
>Nothing can be consumed in it's raw form.
>Sitting, on the top shelf in the middle, the pancakes, wrapped in plastic wrap.
>Rarity feels a sense of uneasyness seeing them again.
>She grabs the plate taking it and shutting the fridge.
>Darkness surrounds her breifly before she relights the area with her horn.
>She floats some untensils hastily from a drawer before sitting down at the table.
>She looks at them again.
>But something feels very wrong here.
>Goosebumps run along Rarities skin.
>Her instincts are telling her to put them away.
>That she shouldn't eat them.
>And yet the hunger grips her.
>The dark room so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
>In darkness she stares at the pancakes.
>The pancakes themselves seem to have an odious quality to them.
>Generally unpleasant to be around, and certainly not something she'd want to eat.
>Rarity sighs as she floats the pancakes back into the fridge.
>As she closes the fridge door she immediately feels a wave of relief wash over her.
>>26990611
>Rarity lies awake in bed.
>The pancakes are still in her home.
>Still there in the fridge, to haunt her when she pulls the door open again.
>So vexing..
>She felt no uneasyness holding the eggs or flour or any of the other ingredients.
>But as soon as they were complete, that's when it began.
>Theres no reason she should feel this way..
>After all, they're just ordinary pancakes.
>Pancakes are totally harmless.
>So why..
the fuck am i reading though
>>26990619
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OH-AU9ykCbY
>It's dark all around her.
>A big black empty room
>Suddenly, from the abyss,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vUq4sn1HwI
"W-what was that?!"
>Rarity walks around in the cold black room.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrqcElEhC_s
"W-whos there!?"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coUbPqF9Sk0
>Why, why are these sounds..
>It's all, so familiar..
>Suddenly she walks into a small plate of them.
>Her head throbs as syrup from the darkness is being drenched over their surface.
>Raritys breathing intensifies as something about them is making her very uncomfortable.
"Go away, I don't want to eat you!"
>Rarity runs away into the darkness.
>She turns back, and the pancakes are still right behind her.
>She runs faster, faster, speeding as fast as she can through the dark room.
>She looks back again however, and the pancakes are still there as if she hadn't moved at all.
>Still right there, she can't get away no matter how fast she runs.
"Stop, stop please, go away!"
>Pancakes, mere feet away from her.
>Rarity scrambling, backing away, but she can't seem to get any farther from them.
>She screams.
What
>>26990623
>Rarity wakes up, covered in sweat, her heart racing.
>She sits up in her bed.
>She takes in a deep breath.
>Rarity goes to the bathroom, relieving herself and washing up.
>Now realizing that perhaps the pancakes are the source of her problem.
>The logical thing to do would be to throw them away right?
>Yes, first thing she gets to the kitchen, she'll just throw the pancakes away and this whole nightmare will be over.
>>26990656
>Rarity walks down the stairs, smelling the distinct scent of..
>Maple syrup..
>She rushes down the stairs to the kitchen seeing the plate of pancakes on the table.
>The fridge left wide open, all the rest of the food gone.
>Rarity breathes heavily as she turns back to see the pancakes still on the table.
>Her hooves trembling.
>Her sister walks through the door.
>"Oh there you are Rarity, good morning!"
>She walks over to Rarity looking up at her with big doe eyes.
>"Whats the matter Rarity?"
"T-the food, in the fridge.. WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?!"
>She raises her eyebrow at Rarity.
>"Rarity, all the food was expired!"
"W-what do you mean, why then.. The pancakes.."
>"Well, I figured you made them yesterday since I didn't see them there the day before, so I figured I'd leave them in there so you'd have something to eat for breakfast."
"O-oh, S-sweetie.. Isn't that.. Nice.."
>Raritys sister pushes her toward and into the chair.
>"Yeah! So go on, I'm sure you must be starving!"
>Rarity smiles cheesily looking uncomfortably at the platter of pancakes.
>Their presence still wholly unsettling to her.
I'm intrigued
>>26990662
>"W-well?"
"O-oh, Sweetie, it's just that.."
>"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing! It's just that I'm not hungry is all!"
>She scoots herself away from the table.
>"But you haven't even eaten yet."
"N-now now Sweetie Belle, run along, your sister is very busy with her new fashion line and needs to get to work!"
>She says pushing herself away from the table and excusing herself.
>"You aren't skipping meals again like you used to when we were younger are you?"
>Rarity stops in her tracks.
"What?"
>Sweetie Belle walks closer to Rarity.
>"You used to skip meals all the time, remember when we were younger, and you got upset because the other ponies were calling you fat?"
"B-but you were so young at the time, how could you even remember?"
>"I remember, you used to push your food away, say you weren't hungry. Mom and Dad were really worried too."
"T-this isn't like that!"
>"Are you sure Rarity?"
"Yes, now be a good girl and run along. I must continue my work."
>Sweetie Belle frowns.
>"If you say so."
>>26990670
>The pancakes were put back in the fridge..
>The second day with no food.
>Her stomach claws at her with pain.
>She wants to get something to eat but all there is, is those pancakes.
>Pay isn't for another day, and the money is tight.
>Rarity did skip meals sometimes, but it was for the best.
>It was good that she chose to lose the weight.
>But this has nothing to do with weightloss.
>It's not as if she doesn't enjoy pancakes..
>So why can't she just sit down and eat them?
----
>Night comes again, and Rarity falls asleep.
>She ate nothing once again.
What is even...
>>26990680
>It's the dark room again, and the pancakes are there.
"Why.. Why won't you leave me alone!?"
>A voice, so gentle and sweet.
>Tender like the words of a kind grandfather.
>"I don't want to hurt you Rarity, I want to be your friend."
"Thats a lie!"
>"I want to nourish you, and help you grow."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDV6RYwiYnQ
"W-what are those sounds!? Stop, stop it!"
>"I just want to help you grow."
>Rarity loses control of her body as she lunges forward toward the pancakes.
>She begins to devour the pancakes with her bare hooves.
>With her mouth full saying,
"No, stop, don't make me!"
>The taste is delicious, and there are more pancakes.
>Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes..
>So many pancakes!
>But now..
>Raritys body bloats.
>The laughter of the children intensifies.
"Stop it, please! I can't.. I can't stop it! I'm so hungry I can't stop eating!"
>Rarity cries as she consumes the sweet pancakes, the laughter grows louder till it's near deafening.
>A mirror shows the grotesque form of an overstuffed Rarity.
"Oh, look at me, I look simply awful!"
>Rarity blinks, and in an instant, she sees her form in the mirror become pancakes.
>She feels her squishy form.
>Syrup suddenly rains from the empty blackness coating Rarity.
>The cold sticky disgustingness all over her.
>Rarity struggles but she can't move.
>More and more syrup pours on her, until it begins to suffocate her.
>>26990687
>Rarity wakes up covered in sweat.
>She goes to shower and freshen up again.
>She emerges and goes into the kitchen pulling out the pancakes
>She sits at the table with her utensils.
>Staring at them once again.
>"Aren't you hungry Rarity?"
"I'm fine dear. I'm going to get back to work now."
>Rarity gets up putting the pancakes back in the fridge before heading back to work.
END.
>>26990735
Unsatisfying end but over all good
6/10
I'm confused.
>>26990735
Are pancakes kill?
>>26990965
What does it mean to kill a pancake? Are they alive? When you bite into them does it cause them pain?
>>26991015
What if humanity is just one big pile of pancakes being gazed upon by some higher being?
Everyday it wakes up and contemplates whether or not it should eat us out of fear or guilt
And any day there's that chance it could decide to give in and finish us, ending our existence that relies on waiting and hoping that we get one more day
>>26991088
Thats true, you should always live for today because you might not have tomorrow.
What the fuck was that story and why did I read all of it
>>26991114
Pancakes just caused me to question my existence
>>26991241
Well, you see, I was on /x/ the other day
>>>/x/17539474
And pic related, someone challenged me to make a horror story based around pancakes.
I'm not sure if it was scary, but I tried.
>>26990735
Gritsaw i love you
>>26991452
I love you too Anon, goodnight.
>>26991401
Gold
>>26990578
Tl;Dr
I feel like reading tolstoys war and peace again
Less is sometimes more my friend
Fuck you OP, now I'm hungry and seriously considering getting up early so I can get pancakes before class.
Rartiy is afraid of pancakes
Twilight's afraid of Quesodillas
What foods are the other mane six afraid of?
>>26991401
It wasn't really scary, just existencially provoking.
>>26991777
Sweetie Belle lives with her mom and dad, not Rarity. This pisses me off every time I see it and I have no idea why so many authors do this.
>>26990670
>>"You aren't skipping meals again like you used to when we were younger are you?"
>>"You used to skip meals all the time, remember when we were younger, and you got upset because the other ponies were calling you fat?"
>"B-but you were so young at the time, how could you even remember?"
>>"I remember, you used to push your food away, say you weren't hungry. Mom and Dad were really worried too."
For some reason this was the biggest thing I took out of the green. It's made me extremely sad, I can't stop thinking about it.
>>26990735
Gritsaw, what the fuck was that?! Jesus, fucking, christ! Dude! This is ridiculously good.
>>26991241
Cos it's good!
>>26991401
Dayum!
>>26991452
This!
>>26993824
This...
>>26991114
That ideology ruined my life
