You hear the sound of a gate opening
Followed by cheerful ramblings
Something about “sketti”
You have gone through this song and dance more times than you can count
Standing up from your throne
You sniff the air
Even the artificial sketti smell being pumped into the labyrinth
can’t mask the scent of your prey
Six foals
Two pregnant mares
2 smarties
10 microflufs
The gate closes with a resounding thud
The smell of fresh urine and fecal matter flood your nostrils
The foul odors unpleasant as they may be
Essentially act as a way to pinpoint their current position
You have every path
Every turn
Every dead end
Of this labyrinth
Memorized
You step into the maze
The simplest way to do this is to
Take the bestist
And drag him backwards through the maze
slow enough that the mother never loses sight but fast enough that she can never quite catch up
You don’t want to injure the fool during this process because they can quickly bleed out
Once the mother has been lead to the throne room
You gently place the foal on the floor
The mother is
Greatly relieved the bestest is safe
you return into the maze
The distraught bestest should keep
the first mother busy long enough
For you to take care of the smarties
You find the smarties exactly where you expect
The center chamber of the maze
The source of the coveted sketti smell
The two smarties are stomping on the vent demanding sketti under threat of “foweva sweepies”
You grab one of them and gore him with your horns
You drag the now bleeding smarty kicking and screaming to one of the mazes winding dead ends
And leave him there for the time being
Smarty two has now been running in circles around the maze in a frantic search for the nonexistent exit
You rip off his right front leg and then his back left leg
You leave the smarty to his little balancing act
You find the other mare trying desperately scale the smooth walls of the labyrinth only to topple backwards crushing the foals she so desperately is trying to save
You leave her to wallow in despair
The microfluffs can do nothing as you tear them open like Christmas crackers one after the other
You pull the two smartie’s into the throne room you make them watch as you bite the bestest’s foal’s ears and limbs off one by one
Then deny them the sweet embrace of death leaving the shrieking brat on the throne room floor as the mother once again to comforts their prodigal son
You drag the grieving second mother into the throne room and watch as the two mares fight over the last broken foal
In their own hubris the foal they fought so desperately over is ripped in half
The two mothers begin fighting each other as you turn your attention the smarties
The gored one is desperately trying to crawl away only to have his skull kicked in by the other smarty flailing his two remaining legs in a futile effort to stand up
You turn your attention to find only one of the two mare’s alive
Her two front hooves broken and mangled
her body is forward so that her back end is stretched straight in the air
The remaining smarty crawls over to her screaming something about “enffies”
You leave to go eat your other kills and return to find that the smarty dead on top of the mare
You pull his corpse off of her and then drag it over in front of the mare
She doesn’t know whether to cry or scream as you devour the smarty right before her eyes
You sit back on your throne
The bell sounds and a voice declares the the traumatized mare the winner
A hand decides from above yoinking the mare out of the throne room by her mane