Author's Note

I already had the first chapter of this fic done, so I just said "Buck it. I'll post this chapter, get on with my current stuff, and get back to this later." Because like i said in my blog, I tend to have a hard time juggling between stories, so don't expect this to be updated until one of my already running fics is finished.

Anyway, here's the first chapter of Nightmare Night: A Pony Adaptation of "Halloween" One warning though. If ponies getting slaughtered and having sex aren't your thing, you may just want to just go read something else.

If that's not the case, then read on my little bronies.

Hope you enjoy. :D

The Birth of a Monster

Nightmare Night: A Pony Adaptation of “Halloween”

Cloudsdale:
15 years ago
Nightmare Night

Anger.

Sadness.

Neglect.

All of these feelings stirred inside the mind of the young Pegasus as he roamed the streets of Cloudsdale that Nightmare Night in his yearly search for candy. While the many other colts and fillies had happy, beaming faces on this holiday, this particular child hid his emotionless face behind the mask of his clown costume. The little colt had a grey coat, a black mane that sat atop his head, small, undeveloped wings, and a blank flank, which was hidden by the cloth of his multi-colored costume. His name was Michael Myers…and he wasn’t happy.

Michael loved Nightmare Night to death, hell it was his favorite holiday of them all. Candy, costumes, the scares, and the legend of the infamous Nightmare Moon. He loved that shit. Unfortunately, he was Trick-or-Treating all by himself this year. His parents had gone out that night, and left his older sister, Judith Myers, in charge of himself and his infant sister. But instead of accompanying him like she was SUPPOSED to be doing, she claimed she had other “business” to attend to at home. Michael uses that word very loosely, because he could swear as he departed from his home made from clouds, that he saw another Pegasus, presumably a stallion, flying into his sister’s bedroom window. It wouldn’t surprise him if they were doing something lewd in there; his sister was a total whore. But he swore if he came back home and herself and a stallion were having intercourse on the couch, somepony was going to pay for his loneliness…

It had been about 2 and a half hours or so since Michael had left for Trick-or-Treating. He had started to trot back to his home, a huge pillowcase full of candy held tight in his teeth. He approached the front door to his house, prepared to knock, when he heard something coming from the other side. He couldn’t make it out at first, but after pressing his ear to the door, he swore it sounded like moaning. Michael had started to get quite suspicious when he heard that. If it was what it sounded like…

Michael hesitated banging on the door and instead looked into the window, putting a hoof above his forehead to see clearly…his suspicions had been correct. Judith and a stallion he didn’t recognize were in the middle of a heated make-out session on the couch, both of them moaning in-between breathes. To say the least, Michael was disgusted. Not in the same way most younger colts would find this sort of display, the whole cooties ordeal and whatnot, no. Michael was sickened. Just the thought of his sister abandoning him just so she could make love with her coltfriend, the idea made him beyond angry. His grip on his pillowcase sack tightened as he clenched his jaw and bared his teeth behind his clown mask. He heard his sister say something in a seductive tone to her coltfriend, and both ponies ran up the stairs to the house. He couldn’t hear what it was, but considering the circumstances, he could take a wild guess. This kind of thing had been going on in his life for too long now. His parents were almost never around, his sister was always sleeping around and leaving poor Michael in the dust…and frankly, he was sick of it. He decided that this bullshit ends tonight…

Michael ran to the back door, which his careless sister had left unlocked. Unlocked door on Nightmare Night…seems pretty bucking legit. He silently trotted into the house, tossing his sack of candy on the kitchen table and switching on the lights. Almost immediately, he walked toward a jack-o-lantern that he hadn’t finished carving due to his time-crunch to get to Trick-or-Treating. The large, kitchen knife he had used was still stuck inside the pumpkin’s cranium. Perfect for what he was about to do. He pulled the knife from it, and held it in a death grip in his right forehoof. Michael went into the living room and headed for the staircase, when he noticed something in the corner of the room. A large, pink playpen with a little Pegasus filly sleeping inside. She had tiny, fluttering wings that flapped when she snored, a pale yellow coat, and a pink mane that draped over half of her face. To say the least, she was adorable, and Michael’s baby sister. He decided to try not to wake her up as he worked; it would be a shame to disturb such a peaceful little pony in her sleep. Michael proceeded to continue on his way to his sister’s room upstairs, when he heard the sound of heavy hooves clopping down the stairs. Out of fear of being discovered, Michael quickly hid around the corner, trying not to alert the source of the clopping. The figure had come into view now; it was none other than the stallion that had snuck into the house earlier, only now he was making futile attempts to keep his wings folded. Michael cringed as the smell of the ponies’ sexual encounter lingered over the stallion and assaulted Michael’s nostrils…Judith is SO gonna get it.

“We’ll meet up tomorrow, k babe?” the stallion called from downstairs.

“Alright sweetie.” Judith called back from her room, as the stallion flew out the front door.

With the stallion now out of sight, Michael started his ascent up the stairs, creaking and groaning as his hooves slowly climbed their way up. Once he was at the top, he was faced with the sight of Judith’s bedroom door. He slowly creaked it open, making sure to make the least amount of noise possible as to not alert his sister. He quietly trotted his way inside, seeing Judith sitting in front of a mirror, brushing her mane, as well as having the same amount of difficulty keeping her wings down. The room was emitting the same odor as the stallion, only here it was much stronger and potent. Ever so slowly, Michael trotted behind his sister and glared at her through his mask. Without any warning, she turned around fast, and nearly screamed in shock. She must have seen him in the mirror.

“Michael! What’re you doing in my room you little shit?!” she yelled.

After hearing no response from her brother, Judith proceeded to smack Michael across his masked face.

“Answer me when I’m talking to yo-“ Judith was cut off by the feeling of Michael thrusting the knife deep into her stomach, making her yelp in pain and leaving her mouth agape. Blood poured from the open wound and dripped onto the carpet, dyeing it a dark red.
Judith summoned the lung power to release a bloodcurdling scream of agony, and let out several more as Michael removed the knife, and stabbed her several more times, hoping to quickly silence the Pegasus. Blood splattered from the stabbings onto Michael’s clown costume and mask, making it look all the more sinister.

“M-Michael stop! P-Please stop it! I don’t want to-“ Judith was shut up when Michael punctured her throat with the knife’s blade, leaving it there for several seconds before her heartbeat finally stopped and whatever life was left in her eyes…left.

Michael removed the knife from the mare’s neck and took the mask off his face, revealing his cold and unfeeling, brown eyes, which gazed upon the aftermath of his work. The only sound that had filled the room was the sound of Michael’s heavy breathing through his nostrils. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed a bit of blood that had made it onto his muzzle, and he slowly licked it off.

He noticed a shiny badge on the table Judith had been sitting at. It was something given only to Wonderbolts in training in the flight academy. Ponies had always said that she was destined for greatness, destined to be one of the greatest flyers to ever streak across the skies of Equestria…Michael never believed it for a second. His pathetic slut of a sister had left him completely with nopony at his side, and he was expected to live in HER shadow all his life?!...Like hell.

Michael picked the thing up in his hoof and pinned it to his chest. He didn’t show it, but he was pretty proud of himself for his work.

All of a sudden, Michael heard the sound of his baby sister crying for her mom and dad downstairs. He hurriedly made his way down the staircase to his sister’s playpen, where she saw her tearing up upon her awakening. Michael loomed quietly over the little filly as she looked at her blood-drenched brother with curious, teal eyes. Michael lifted her out of the playpen and held her on his back, while she made quiet, drooling, baby noises.

“Michael?”

He heard a male voice coming from the front of the house as he saw his mother and father come in, returning from their date. Michael didn’t say anything, but only looked at his parents with the same, emotionless face.

Michael’s parents noticed the blood covering their son, and the knife he held in his hoof, and gasped in fright.

“Michael? Michael, what happened?” his mother asked with a serious amount of concern in her voice.

Michael’s mother removed the yellow filly from his back, wondering just why Michael was soaked in blood. His dad then noticed something glowing through the seams of Michael’s clown costume, specifically on his flank. Michael’s dad quickly took the costume off his son, and gasped in horror at what he saw emblazing on Michael’s flank.

Michael had gotten his cutie mark, a knife drenched entirely in blood.

Michael had found his special talent…murder…