I said Yes, and the beast nodded slowly. Wandering through my own dreams, I select the darkest one I can find.
Ah, CreepyPasta nightmares, with a little mix-in with a Pinkie Pie. Good choice.
That voice, always gets me. Probrally because I forget it due to the fact that-
...
I look around, realizing I'm in a forrest. I know were I am, just no idea how I got there. Slendy's forrest. I'm terrified, but I have the edging feeling I brought this on myself. Gripping my flashlight, 'I had a flashlight?' I take a cautious step foward. Imediatly I here noise. barely above a whisper.
Are you excited? Cause I'm excited.
I know that voice. Who is it? Then, as if someones trying to get my attention from far away;
I've never been so excited before!
I wipe my brow, realizing I have broken into a sweat. Why are these trees so damn close to eachother? Then, talking as if it's right behind me;
I mean. unless you count the time I saw you walking down the street and went;
oh shit Oh shit Oh Shit OH Shit OH SHIT OH SHIT! FUCK! SHE'S ABOUT TO-
GASP
A face apeard centimeters from mine, obviously Pinkie's, but...horrifying. Her eyes just weren't there. Instead they were black sockets, from which blood simply-
...
I fling my head up, shaking away the horrors of my nightmare. Then I smile. That was FUN. In fact, let's remember that. Lets put a smile on that face.
The face appears, except with the biggest grin possible.
C'mon everypony, smile smile smile.
I laugh at the thought, and get back to my homework.
END
My life goes on. I die 57 years later, with a wife and 3 children, two of which are married. Geuss it was really just hormones.
Staying Asleep (No.) (This is where I go to...places...)
"Nope." I say, confident in the fact that no-one will miss me.
The beast raises an eyebrow. IS that an eyebrow?
ARE YOU SURE?
"Yes. Now get me to where I want to be."
...
I blink in the blinding light of Celestia's sun. Wait, Celestia's sun? I'M IN EQUESTRIA?
Oh, Fuck me.
I get up and realise where I am. The Royal Castle. In the Throne Room. And all of the sudden, completely un-expected,
was the shout of a Royal Voice. The sun-bitch herself.
"Go away."
"But Shane, C'mon, it was funny!"
Mom. With one of her "wake up pranks." Oh, the joy.
"I said GO."
"Okay, okay, just don't kill yourself over it." Then she laughs.
You won't be laughing when I do.
When she finally leaves, I get some time alone. I am Shane, a Brony, 15, and I fucking hate everything. I don't like this planet, I don't like religion, I don't like any of it. Life, eh? Could totally live without it. Get it? Ha.
"I don't want to exist, But I don't want to die!" I say this outloud, knowing mother would think of this as some hormonal shit. Fact is, I don't want to go to Equestria either. To much...happy. No, I'm not one of those sadistic fucks that kill themselves, I just enjoy darkness and thrive in sadness. It's how I work.
I walk over to my Y-Box Tree-69 and power it on. Plopping down on my (not-so) fat ass, I pull up YouTube and watch something. I don't pay attention. I think.
If I were an animal, what would I be?
How would my friends react if I came into school one day dressed in pink?
Is there a world out there for me?
On that last one, it hits me. All fiction is just non-fiction in a parralell universe. So there is.
yay
THE NEXT DAY
Fuck. Waking up is always the worst. I dream of a happier life, one which I never got so...twisted...so...fucked up...so that when I do awake, I end up despising the dream. Since when did I like that girl? Since when did I ever like Ferraris?
And so on.
I deside I don't want to go to school and learn today. I go, I just won't learn. And that gets me thinking about my school life.
Should I run naked through the school?
Should I write "Fuck School" on the lobby board?
Should I ask Fiona out on a date?
Inner gasp. Why would I think of that? Fiona would never date me, and anyways I wouldn't be happy even if she said yes. I'd probrally just smack her across the face and call her a slut. What a turn-out.
AT SCHOOL
"Oh, just fucking shoot me already. Please."
HOME
Really shouldn't have said that out-loud. Fuck. Now I'm doing my homework at the school, in detention.
OH JOY
I turn to look at the clock. 4:30. I get out at 6. It's as if time were going backwards.
I can feel my eyes drooping, and decide to rest my head on my open textbook. Ignoring the teachers calls to sit up, I drift off into sleep.
Oh, sweet release...
I already know I have the decision. I know I have the power. I usually chose to wake up, but now, well, I don't think so. As the beast bekons me forth, he asks me a question.
"Do you want to wake up?"
