Cloudsdale

Present Day

October 30th

This particular night in Cloudsdale was quite the ominous one. Contrary to what you may believe, it rains even in the floating city, just as it does everywhere else in Equestria. Cloudsdale isn’t above its own laws of the weather you know. Nevertheless, the rain made Luna’s night look all the more menacing than it should.

In the midst of it all, two Pegasi were soaring in the air toward Cloudsdale’s Mental Institute for The Criminally Insane. One was an elderly white stallion wearing a brown trenchcoat with a small, grey beard, a bald head, and a look of concrete seriousness planted on his face. The other was a brown Pegasus mare wearing a nurse outfit and wearing too much makeup.

“How long have you been on this case Dr. Right Direction?” The mare asked.

The doctor’s never-ending look of deep-thought said that he wasn’t very interested in conversation, considering the circumstances, but he answered anyways.

“Fifteen years. Fifteen long and agonizing years I have been on that thing’s case.” Right Direction responded.

The nurse raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Not to be rude doctor, but shouldn’t we refer to “that thing” as “him?” she asked.

The stallion inwardly rolled eyes at the naïve mare.

“If you say so.” He said.

The two approached the front gate of the facility. The two had been assigned to transfer a certain patient to Cloudsdale’s Weather facility that night. Neither of them knew why, but what Right Direction had been told, it would get rid of the monster that has threatened Cloudsdale’s flock for so many years.

How exactly does a Weather Factory handle a beast like Michael Myers?

Well, let’s just say that a rainbow’s tale isn’t quite as nice as the story we knew of sugar and spice.

You finish the puzzle.

Upon reaching the gate, the Pegasi were greeted with a most disturbing scene.

Several dozen of the patients of the hospital were walking aimlessly around the entrance of the facility, all of them still in their hospital robes and soaking wet from the rain.

“Since when do they let them wander around like that?” The nurse asked.

Dr. Right Direction had a sense of intense dread after seeing these mentally unstable ponies just trotting around wherever their brains lead them. And just the thought that Michael could be involved…

“Hold on. Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He said, swiping his key-card across the scanner, making the gate creak as it raised out of the way of the two ponies. Right Direction immediately approached the front door, banging on it constantly with his right hoof for a guard to get out there. The nurse just stayed at the gate, waiting for the doctor to get back with an explanation. Standing in the middle of the cold and wet night made her feel quite uncomfortable and vulnerable…

Suddenly, something zoomed past the nervous mare, planting itself behind her with a loud THUD. She turned around quick to see the gigantic shape of an extremely menacing figure, pony-like in shape. It was a little difficult for her to make out any features, but she could see the stallion was a Pegasus, incredibly large in stature, and very muscular, both in wings, and in its torso. A flash of lightning cracked across the sky, giving off enough light to reveal the stallion’s Cutie Mark…Its bloodied-knife...Cutie Mark.

This was Michael Myers…Now fully grown.

Before the mare even had a chance to react, the pony grabbed her mane its teeth, prompting her to scream in fear. He dragged her squirming body towards the metal bars of the gate, and slammed her forehead into them, knocking her body to the ground. Noticing the open gate, Michael flared his wings and took off out of the hospital’s grounds.

Right Direction had heard the nurse’s agonizing screams, and quickly galloped to her aid.

“Are you alright?! What happened?!” he yelled over the sound of the rain hitting the cloud-ground.

The nurse had a big cut on her forehead, and struggled to stand up, much less speak.

“I-It was M-Michael. H-He got out. H-He’s free.” She stammered.

The Doctor recoiled in horror at the Mare’s revelation, and looked into the darkness beyond the open gate.

“Oh dear Celestia no…” he whispered.

Cloudsdale Weather Corporation

October 31, 8:30 A.M.

Nightmare Night

“WHAAAT?!” Rainbow Dash yelled, slamming her hoof on the desk in front of her.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MICHAEL MYERS ESCAPED?!” she yelled at the stallion sitting down in front of her.

Dr. Atmosphere appeared unfazed by his superior’s outburst, and tried to explain.

“Ms. Dash, I’ve told you already. Dr. Right Direction was going to transfer him to the Factory, and he informed me that Michael Myers had literally flown right out the front door.” He responded

Rainbow crossed her forelegs and growled.

“That old fool. He was never able to keep that animal under control. And now that he’s out, Cloudsdale’s entire elite flock is in jeopardy.” She hissed.

Rainbow had been lost in her own thoughts for a moment, when she suddenly realized something.

“Oh no…If Michael hurts anypony else, eventually they’ll trace his execution sentence back to the Rainbow Factory. We’ll be found out, my reputation will be ruined, and you’ll be out of a job.” Rainbow said in a very grim tone.

“Well what course of action do you suggest we take Ms. Dash? Dr. Right Direction has already informed the royal guards, and Michael is nowhere to be seen.” Atmosphere asked.

“I want you to shred any documentation we ever had on Michael Myers. If anypony asks, we had NOTHING to do with any of this.

Got that?” Dash replied almost immediately.

Dr. Atmosphere nodded his head.

“Yes ma’am.” He said.

“Good. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to get back to Ponyville.” Dash said, flying towards the door.

“Hehe. Still a sucker for Nightmare Night even when all the gory stuff’s right here?” Atmosphere asked with a smirk.

Dash turned her head back to him, looking quite unamused at his statement.

“I’m sorry, but would you like a turn in the Pegasus Device next?” she questioned.

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Atmosphere’s forehead. He knew that Rainbow Dash doesn’t make idle threats. Especially not in the workplace.

“My apologies Miss Dash.” He said.

Rainbow seemed satisfied with his apology and flew out the door, Ponyville being her destination.

The second she left, an angry frown spread across Atmosphere’s muzzle.

“Hmph. Those guards had better not get Michael before he rips those wings right off your back.” Atmosphere growled…

Canterlot

October 31st 9:30 A.M.

A few short hours ago, Princess Celestia had raised the sun to bring forth a brand new day. This particular one was normally a happy occasion. The daytime hours before the events that would later take place once Luna brought out the moon.

Nightmare Night.

Speaking of Princess Luna, she would normally sleep her way through the day, awaiting the moment for waking when it was time to bring about the night-time. Being a creature of the dark at heart, it was only natural that she prefer to sleep the day away…

However, at this moment, here she was, standing at the open window of her quarters, looking on at the luscious, green landscape of Equestria from above, high atop the cliff the castle rested upon. Her face was one of concern, and filled with anxiety.

“Luna? Does something trouble you?” Princess Celestia asked, passing by the open door of her sister’s room. If Luna was awake before 8 at night, then she knew something was wrong.

“…I can’t sleep.” Luna replied.

Celestia raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Can’t sleep? Why? Are you nervous about something?” Celestia asked.

“It’s just this day I suppose.” Luna sighed.

Celestia wore a concerned frown over her sister’s current state.

“Luna, didn’t Twilight put your insecurities about Nightmare Night to rest?” Celestia asked.

Luna turned around and raised her hoof.

“Nonono. It isn’t that…It’s just…there’s something in the air. Like something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it.” Luna said.

Celestia pondered her sister’s feelings. Something terrible? Well that could mean anything in Equestria. Nightmare Moon could resurface, Discord could break out of his stone prison again, or…

“Your highness!” a male voice called out from behind her. Celestia turned around to see Commander Shining Armor standing in the doorway, looking rather serious.

“Now is really not a good time Shining Armor.” Celestia said politely.

“But your majesty, this is urgent! I’ve just been informed that Michael Myers has escaped!” Shining Armor shouted.

Celestia and jumped back at the mention of that name.

“…That…that monster is on the loose?!” Celestia shouted, breaking her usually calm composure.

Luna cocked her head to the side in curiosity.

“Forgive our ignorance on the subject, but pray tell, who is this “Michael Myers” thou speakest of?” Luna asked.

“Somepony you don’t want to meet in a dark alley. Princess, I’ve got Michael’s doctor waiting outside the castle, and he is frantic as all Tartarus about this, and he suggests I do something. I await your orders.” Shining Armor said.

“I want you to get as many Pegasus guards into Cloudsdale as possible; I want that psycho found, dead or alive. And don’t let word about this get out. If my little ponies found out about Michael’s escape, they would all panic. The ensuing Chaos would probably allow Discord the opportunity to escape.” Celestia ordered.

Shining Armor bowed before the Princesses.

“Yes, your majesty.” He said before exiting the room

Once he was gone, Luna spoke back up.

“Sister, what exactly did Michael Myers do that was so terrible?” Luna asked.

Celestia sighed.

“Michael’s special talent is murdering other ponies Luna. He…he killed a Wonderbolt in training when he was but a foal. And his own sister no less!” Celestia shouted, clearly angry at the thought of anypony bringing that level of harm to her subjects.

Luna gasped in horror.

“He killed a member of his own family…and he’s out and about right at this very moment?” Luna asked.
Celestia nodded in eerie silence.

“I just pray that the guards can find him before anypony gets hurt. Or worse…” Celestia sighed.

Ponyville

October 31st, 9:45 A.M.

Another beautiful day in Ponyville. Celestia’s bright sun bounced off of anything its rays could find, and the birds were chirping and making some of the most beautiful music ever heard by pony ears. And their conductor had a voice to match its beauty. She stood before her choir of bird friends, waving her hooves in many directions, guiding the bird’s singing. She was a pale yellow Pegasus with teal eyes and a bright, pink mane that draped over the side of her face like a curtain, and three pink butterflies occupied the space on her flank.

Meet Fluttershy. Ponyville’s go-to animal expert, and possibly the most timid being in Equestria.

Fluttershy’s birds were nearing the end of the song, when one of the bird’s voice’s cracked, letting out a very unpleasant sounding SQUAWK that made Fluttershy cringe.

“Umm, excuse me. But can you please try and sing a little more on-key next time…if that’s not asking too much.” She said in a very quiet and gentle voice.

“FLUTTERSHY!!!” three voices from across the yard shouted the Pegasus’ name, causing her to almost instinctively hide behind a

bush. The birds had flown out of sight at the sound as well.

Fluttershy poked her head out of her hiding place, and saw three young fillies standing in front of her, giggling.

“Whoops. Sorry Fluttershy, we didn’t mean to scare ya.” Scootaloo chuckled.

“Hehe. Yeah, sorry bout’ that. We just wanted to make sure we were still on for staying over after Trick-or-Treating.” Applebloom said.

Fluttershy crawled out from the bush, a few branches sticking out of her mane.

“Oh, it’s okay girls, really. And you know I’m happy to have you over anytime. Foalsitting or not.” Fluttershy said.

“Say Fluttershy, why don’t you ever come out of your house on Nightmare Night?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Fluttershy shivered at the thought of the scary things that came out on that dreadful night.

“I-It’s just all too much for my nerves I guess.” Fluttershy said, again being very quiet.

The three fillies mentally face-hooved. Fluttershy was really nice, but they really wished she would grow a backbone and get over it.

“Well, alright then. We’re heading to school. See ya’ tonight!” Scootaloo shouted before mounting her scooter, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle sitting in the wagon attached to it. Scootaloo put a helmet on her head, fluttered her wings, and the scooter took off at an astounding rate, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.

Fluttershy shook the branches out of her mane, and saw that her birds had returned.

“Okay everyone, from the top now…” she said.

A good distance from the small cottage, The Shape watched the yellow Pegasus conducting her choir of birds silently. He turned his head to the side, curiously observing Fluttershy’s shyness around her own kind, but her ability to be herself around the animals she knew.

The Shape lost these thoughts when he noticed the scooter and three small fillies taking off over the horizon at breakneck speeds, and directed his attention towards them as he descended to the ground and slowly trotted in their direction, out of Fluttershy’s line of sight, and the sounds of his heavy breathing was the only noise besides the birds that was present…

Author's Note

This chapter has now been edited. :D

Also, Donald Pleasence is best pony. :D