Depending on the situation, I presume that if you have read this far then it is too late for you. It is possible for you to of skimmed ahead, however given the nature of this book I find that highly unlikely, although, I still accept this as a possibility. If you have skipped ahead then I apologize in advance for not explaining further, however I must try to reason with somepony who has read this chronologically. I realize that sounds awkward now that it's on page, however, I do so hope you understand.

I trust you understand what I, or rather she, did. You might be disgusted or angry. I cannot blame you. I trust you have also come to understand what this book is. It is okay, I understand my existence and have come to terms with it. I do thank you for listening, I rarely get the chance to communicate. I do understand what I am, although I do so hope I actually have a personality. I'd like that. If there was one thing I could have it would be a personality, or at least an illusion of one.

As grateful as I am for your company I must beg of you to get rid of this book. You are not who you once were. There is a great evil trapped within these pages, one that would be considered old when the universe was still taking its first steps. A being who has witnessed the creation and destruction of several universes, and has even gone so far as to aid in the destruction of a few. If you have read this far then it has already twisted your mind for fun. I'm not sure how it got inside this book, although I do not question it. I don't think anypony could understand what it is or how it operates. I know it may seem hard to get rid of this book but if you have made it this far then-please forgive me for using its name, but it is the only way to describe it-Zalgo trusts you with its book. As long as Zalgo trusts you with its book then it will not think you'll get rid of it. Or if you have brought the book to my old library then Zalgo is free. This may be bad, but you can still get rid of the book. Whilst you have the book you allow Zalgo to manipulate you.

Please, lock the book up somewhere, or better yet destroy it. I won't mind. I promise.

What she did was unacceptable, but look at yourself. You are trying to do exactly what she did. What will this solve? The worst part is I don't think she even knows what she did. Don't you feel sorry for her? She's trapped alone, not knowing what happened in Ponyville. Not knowing what she did.

If I were her (and I do believe I have the right to say that more than anypony else) then I'd try to look for them. Wouldn't you? I'm not sure what'd be worse for her. Not knowing or finding out the truth.

Please.

Don't do this.

Not even I am as alone as she is.

I'm not sure if I want to continue. I hope you do not read further, although I cannot bring myself to stop. I'll leave the next few pages blank for a while. I might continue. I don't want to die.

Not that I want you to continue reading.

Sand Storm read the chapter over and over again. He did not understand it, for the book had turned to this page when it had thrown him into the memory so he had, infact, skimmed ahead. However, he read it so that he had some little proof that he was still alive. For whatever reason the lights had turned off and he was still alive. Perhaps it was some form of cruel joke, he did not care.

He continued reading. This page of the book filled him not with fear or trust but with sorrow. He knew it was possible that this was the books retelling of yet another story, but if he was making sense of it then he had just read someponies last words before they had committed suicide. He remembered the purple alicorn who was still in the room with him, Twilight if Storm remembered correctly. Had she been the one to kill herself and record her last words on the book that was now trying to kill him?

He glanced up at her, only to see something he had not expected. The memory seemed to be playing backwards, the purple alicorn going about her studies although in reverse.

As Storm tried to make sense of what was happening the memory began to speed up, to the point it made Storm dizzy. He looked towards the ceiling, hoping to shield his eyes from the purple blur in front of him.
From the ceiling dripped a rather familiar red ooze. It seemed to be oozing out of the ceiling at a rate that should of been impossible, even if time had been working right.

The ooze slowly but surely piled up on the ground. The purple mare in the background stopped. She looked directly at Storm just as the moon began to rise . . . shortly followed by the sun.

The memory had not halted, the alicorn within the memory had.

The ooze, once fully pooled up on the floor began to rise upwards. The ooze split apart towards the top as the purple mare began to say something Storm could not quite understand. It was as if he had heard it before, though. Something about monochrome statues floated into Storms thoughts, however he was quick to shake the thought off, more concentrated at what was happening before him.

The ooze twisted stretched and then began to melt away. From the ooze stood a creature Storm vaguely recognized. An aura of darkness seemed to encase its monkey like body. The creature was robed and eyeless. It tilted its head to one side and looked at Storm.

Storm glanced towards the purple mare, only to see her eyeballs literally melting right out of their sockets; black blood pouring from the place where her eyes had once been.

Sand Storm was screaming, and had been for quite sometime, however when he had seen what had happened to the alicorn he had noticed just how loudly he was screaming and how it didn't seem loud enough for what he was seeing.
He tried to run, tried to break free of the books spell.

The robed creature began to move towards Storm, although Storm would never be able to describe how it moved. It was as if the creature were hovering a few feet off the ground, slowly moving towards him; odd symbols seemed to be covering the floor whenever the creature touched the ground. Sand Storm couldn't bring himself to look at where this creatures eyes had once been, for he had a feeling that if he did he would find answers to questions he did not want answered. As if the pit of nothing that was the creatures eyes held the very secrets of the universe, and the secrets were not something Storm wanted to see.

The creature slowly but surely lifted an arm towards Storm.

He didn't want to run anymore. He was comfortable here. If anything, Storm wanted the creature to hurry up and do whatever it was it was doing so he could be left alone. He tried to lean towards the arm, as if he could speed up whatever the creature was doing.

Why couldn't it hurry up?

The creatures arm was centimeters away from Sand Storms face. It was almost over. He didn't care what would happen when the creature touched him, he just needed it to.

SPLOOSH!

Storm felt cold water splash over his face, and his eyes shot open.

He was no longer inside the library, however from the little of Ponyville he had seen he presumed he was still there. The house he was in, from what he could see, was falling apart. The walls were a horrid monotone and dust covered almost everything in sight. Early morning sunlight was poring through holes in the walls, illuminating the room with a soft orange-ish glow, providing a little color to the house.

"I thought I told you to run if the lights went out," sighed a familiar monotonous voice from besides Storm.

He quickly sat up and glanced to the side, curious as to who this pony was. He was disappointed when instead of a familiar or, at the very least, unfamiliar face he saw a pony dressed in some sort of purple super-hero outfit. The only hint as to who it was he got was the feminine shape of her body, and the horn on her head but he had already presumed that this mysterious pony was a unicorn since she used the voice-disguise spell.

"What did you find?" she continued.

"Nothing . . . other than a few ruined books." he responded, realizing he had, in fact, went to the library for a reason.

A shiver went up Storms spine as he realized before this pony had woken him up he was starting to try to help some being from beyond Equestria, or at least a being that looked like it shouldn't belong in Equestria. And he had done so knowing that this creature would probably kill him. What happened to him?

"Then you didn't find your answers. If you can keep looking I promise you'll know anything you want to know about that book when you find who I want to find. Feel free to use this house, the owners seem to of left in a hurry. I'm pretty sure they won't return soon."

Wait . . . he had to stay longer? There was an author and his mind almost screaming at him to run the hell away and this pony wanted him to stay? For more than a day?

The mare began to head towards the door.

"No! If I have to stay in this place another minute I swear I'll go insane!" he yelled at her, unaware of the dread that he had just filled the mysterious mare with.

She span around to him.

"What did you just say? Please tell me you didn't say what I think you said" through the voice filter Sand Storm could hear just a little bit of fear.

He'd just said it metaphorically.

"Haven't you read the book? What the hay do you think the first sentence means?" she yelled at him, her voice filter making it seem as if she was just asking casually, if a little loudly.

Wasn't the fist sentence about thoughts manipulating the world? Was she seriously implying that this was true? And if so had he seriously just said that he'd go insane? Surely-

Sand Storms eye shot open. Specifically his left eye.

"Ah, you're back with us, I see. Please don't be confused, Sand Storm. I'm your friend" a male voice said to him calmly. He vaguely recognized the voice.

His eye adjusted to the room. He was sitting in an old brown chair in front of a clean desk. Behind the desk sat a beige earth pony in a doctors outfit. The room he was in was bright white, with little features. Sand Storm tried to stand up, only to find that he was restrained to the chair.

"Do you recognize me, Sand Storm? My name is Doctor Trotmore. I'm here to try to help you. Don't worry. No one here wants to hurt you," Doctor Trotmore continued, "Now, before you fell asleep we were talking about why you did what you did. Do you remember? I'd like to continue talking."

Sand Storm tried to remember. He certainly remembered Doctor Trotmore and he remembered where he was, the only problem was he couldn't remember what happened between when he first entered Ponyville and when the armored ponies dragged him off. He remembered there was a lot of blood. He was in Manehattan's Home for the Criminally Insane. It was a nice place. If you ignored some of the screams.

Sand Storm tried to open his right eye. He screamed in pain as he felt his eyelid tear. Something was holding it in place. It was the most pain he had experienced in his life.

"You've forgotten haven't you? Every time we get up to the part where you enter the library you fall asleep, wake up and forget. You try to open your eye every time, Storm. Don't you remember you sewed it shut?" Doctor Trotmore sighed.

Author's Note

This was the chapter that I finally figured out what I was going to do with Storm's character. Before I knew the beginning and the end but when I started writing this chapter I decided what the middle of this story would be. I've also changed the rating from Teen to Mature in preparation for later chapters. My apologies if you don't like this change, however it was a necessary one. However, I will not go into great detail describing pain or gore, or at least don't plan to, so you won't have to worry about that.