The Evil Behind It All

Rarity strolled through a dark forest, the pale moonlight painting a path. A twig snapped. The sharp crack echoed through the forest, yet not a thing stirred. Rarity's deep blue eyes scanned the tress in which the sound had come from. As she looked, she saw a midnight black pony standing on the edge of the light path. Her eyes snapped back to where the pony was standing, but nothing was there. Rarity continued on her way, this time accelerating a bit quicker. Another twig snapped, followed by the sound of thumping. Thump. Thump. Thump. And it was getting louder. Thump. Thump. THUMP. Rarity stopped when the source of the thumping revealed itself. It was a black pony with no mane and dead black eyes. No whites, no irises, no pupil. Just a soulless black void. It thumped its hoof against a tree stump in the middle of the light path. Thump. Thump. Thump. It stopped thumping, then opened its mouth. It was impossibly wide, with a row of razor sharp teeth. Fangs, more like. Rarity couldn't look away. It attacked.

The Evil Behind It All

Written by Surprise The Pegasus

Chapter 2: Your Worst Nightmare

The Evil growled. Fluttershy lay on the couch, surgery handbooks stacked all around, pieces of cubed meat on a plate next to her. It was bored. It hopped upstairs into what must have been Fluttershy's bedroom. A window as open, pink curtains billowing in the Summer breeze. The Evil wormed its way out of the Rabbit, then flew out the window. It ducked in the tall grass, weaving in between houses until it reached a tall building with a blue quilted pattern. Wrought Iron swirls laced the rafters, and made up a rail/fence around the building. It flew in through an open window to find a white Unicorn filly asleep over a piece of paper and crayons. Perfect. It swirled inside, then floated in front of the slumbering filly. She yawned. The Evil jammed itself down her throat, taking control of her. A few minutes later, a white Unicorn mare, one of the six friends, trotted into the room.

"Sweetie Belle, I need your help. Come along, dear!" Sweetie Belle. That was the worst name The Evil had heard. Ever. It followed the mare. She led it to a workroom of some sort. Bolts of fabrics were organized in a large wood bookcase, Mannequins were positioned against the wall, and a desk held a sewing machine, brightly colored threads, ribbons, beads, jewels, papers filled with drawings, as well as clothing patterns. The mare held up a pale green dress, trimmed with white lace. She put it on The Evil, smiling.

"You look absolutely darling! I made this for you, my little singer! I'm proud of you, Sweetie Belle." The mare gave The Evil a loving hug. The Evil smiled, too, but not because of the dress. She had just been served War, on a silver platter. She broke the hug, but continued to smile, a tear sliding down her cheek. After that, The Evil watched. It didn't strike, not yet at least. It waited. War took a bit longer to sink in then Famine.

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The Evil walked around the workroom, brushing by the mannequins as it passed. This war did need enemy soldiers, after all. This mare would be in for a real treat. The mare hummed away as she sewed. Suddenly, she picked up a spool of thread and threw it at one of the mannequins, her face contorted with anger and pain. She quickly relaxed, then sat down and resumed her sewing. It was getting to her, and sooner or later, War would be all she knew. The rest of the day went about as The Evil supposed it should for the filly it was possessing. The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the sky in fiery colors.

"Sweetie Belle, it's time for bed. Now be a dear and go brush your teeth." The mare pointed to a staircase, her voice slightly worn. The Evil walked up the steps, trying to find the "tooth brushing" place. It was an ancient beast, caged for many millennia. It was not up to speed on modern times. After many minutes of searching, it gave up. It pushed open a door that led to a bedroom of sorts. There was a bed, so it decided to stay and wait for War. As it flopped down on the bed, it thought. This was going to be easy, if that Princess Celestia stayed out of its way. Easy.

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Pale moonlight illuminated the workroom. Slowly, the beams of light focused on the mannequins The Evil had brushed by earlier. But when The Evil had touched them, it cast a spell. A spell of War. Now, underneath the moonlight, it activated. One of the mannequins lifted itself off the metal pole it had been practically impaled with. It lowered itself onto the floor, then walked through the workroom and up the stairs, absolutely silent. It then made its way to Rarity's bedroom. It opened the door, then walked up to Rarity's bed. It laid its front hooves on the edge of the bed, leaning over the slumbering mare. The fabric around its muzzle became soupy, as if giving it a mouth. It was large and gaping, the edges turned up in a sickening smile. A bit of liquids fabric dripped off its face and landed on the snoozing Rarity. She stirred, shifting slightly and scratching her nose.

"Rarity..." The mannequin spoke, its voice an unholy growl. She woke this time, removing her yellow eye cover. She rubbed her eyes, then blinked several times. Her mouth hung open in utter shock and disbelief. Her eyes narrowed. She then struck it, shoving it off of her and sending it sprawling. A loud thump awoke The Evil. It cackled, then released the filly Sweetie Belle from her possession. The Evil then took its pony form. It had a midnight black coat, and dead black eyes. No whites, no irises, no pupils. Just a soulless black void. It opened its mouth. It was impossibly wide, lined with a row of razor sharp teeth. It thumped a hoof against the ground. Thump. Thump. Thump.