Author's Note

Sorry everypony for the short chapter, just trying to put out and I'm lacking the ideas that I need to put out. So yeah, this his been another chapter of Death isn't the End, and I'm Night Music. Tell me if you spot something wrong or just to tell me that you don't mind the story, or maybe that you even hate it for reasons that you could possibily explain. Either way it's just nice to know that people are out there reading my "writing" .

Sweet Nightmares

PoV: Unkown Location: Project Nightmare

I couldn't help but laugh at their faces as they looked at their surroundings. "Well?! What do you think?! I've been redecorating the place, for visitors, but I don't many that often." I say as I raise a hand to the walls. What filled my vision as I looked was corpses, hung like meat to dry, their flesh spread out like wings as they hung from their own intestines. "Beautiful." I said to myself.

The room itself was the same as the guest room given to me, but I just thought that it was missing something. I continue to watch them as they sit there in silence and soak it all in. Jake, looking rather bored. And the pony Princess that went by the name of Luna, looked rather green. Every so often the scene around us would falter and go static for a second like a television screen.

"Nothing? None of you are going to say anything?" Again I laughed. "Outside of this, I'm probably going through all the stages of loss right now."

"Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. And last but not least, acceptance. After that, this and me? We're gone until next time."

"Jake, if you're the embodiment of Jacks insanity... what is he?" The pony princess points towards me.

"Well you see, even if Jake were to keep the memories from Jack, he stills remembers it like it was yesterday, all that's changed was the point of view, as if he were looking through his eyes." I say while lifting my hand to point at my counterpart.

"And every so often he remembers that it was his fault, that his age and lack of experience was what caused those men under his command to die like they did."

"Even before all of that he was still broken. With his ability to turn a battle to his favor and all of the self defense training his military family could offer to someone of his age, he developed a sort of god complex. His friends ended up hating him and vice versa. Even the schools he went to ended up being fed up with him."

Nobody moved as I stopped talking to take in a breathe and sigh.

"But there was one thing he could never see, even I can barely understand it, in the end... he was set up to fail. To fail and still come out on top. Literally, he was set up to fail those missions when those men were under his command, just so all this could be possible."

"You're telling us, that somepony was sick enough to put him through all of that? Just so they could put you in his head?"

"Sadly yes, our dear friend really was set up."