Chuckle Scythe

By TheBreech

• December 28, 2012




Age: "I quit counting after bloodstain" (17)

Gender: Male

Species: Unicorn

Cutie Mark: A smiling skull with a scythe behind it

Personality: Always cheerful (the same way the Joker is always smiling), self contradictive, pyscotic, an excellent strategist

Backstory: Ever eat your own mother? No, well neither did Chuckle Scythe, but he asked her questions like that so often she had him sent to an asylum when he was a colt. When he entered, he was 7 years old and was still a blankflank, but the other inmates were scared of him, all except for a 12 year old Unicorn who called himself Reaper. This equally insane Unicorn became Chuckle's one and only friend. While together, they would have conversations that would terrify anyone who heard them but in their own minds, they were slowly guiding each other to the sanity they wanted. His friend made Chuckle his apprentice and taught him all the spells he knew. Most of his spells were offensive spells like fire blasts and lightning bolts. They would practice these spells whenever they could sneak off to a small cell nopony knew about. Or, they thought nopony knew about. Reaper was teaching Chuckle the last spell he knew. Reaper told Chuckle about his family's heirloom, a scythe made of Dragon bones. The Scythe was kept in a kind of dimensional closet and Reaper taught Chuckle the spell to summon it out of that dimension. He was showing him how to use it as a weapon when the Asylum's gaurds burst in and killed Reaper. Chuckle wasn't using the spell when they burst in so they didn't attack him, but watching his only fiend be killed right in front of him destroyed what little there was of any sanity in him. He blacked out and when woke up, his obsidian black coat was bright crimson, his cutie mark was on his thigh, his lungs hurt like he'd been laughing for hours, and he was standing outside of the asylum, watching as it was consumed by a massive fire.