Twilight Sparkle woke up, the sun shining on her bed, the autumn breeze filling her nostrils. She got up, noting that Spike was still asleep. She gently nudged him, saying, “Spike, get up!”
Spike rolled around and said, “What now, Twi-” as he was enveloped in green flames, his form reduced to cinders. Twilight looked in horror at the lump of ash in front of her that used to be Spike, tears trailing down her face.
“Spike?” Twilight said, hoping to elict a response from the soot that used to be her dragon friend. Alas, no such luck. She wiped up her tears and ran to Sugarcube Corner, hoping a good dose of Pinkie would alleviate her troubles. She reached Sugarcube Corner, tears streaming down her face.
Pinkie saw this and asked, “What’s wrong, Twilight?”
“It was horrible! I said good morning to Spike, and he just burned alive!”
“Oh, that sounds terrible, Twi-” as Pinkie Pie clutched her chest and fell down, dead. Twilight, terrified now, dashed to Rarity. Rarity was working on a new dress.
“Whatever seems to be the matter, darling?” Rarity asked.
Twilight sniffed, “Well, Spike burned alive this morning, and Pinkie Pie just had a heart attack!”
Rarity’s eyes widened open in shock, “That sounds terrible Twi-” as her mane caught itself in the sewing machine, dragging itself across her face, splattering blood over Twilight. Twilight retched and ran out of there.
All of her friends were dying, and she had no idea why. She kept running, only stopping as she found herself in front of Fluttershy’s cottage, ragged. Fluttershy walked out and waved at Twilight, “Hey, Twilight!” she said.
“Hey...Fluttershy…” Twilight responded.
“How are you to-” as the cottage collapsed on Fluttershy, one of her limbs sticking out of the wreckage. Twilight, terrified now, bolted all the way across town to Sweet Apple Acres, running into Big Mac.
“Hey, is Applejack here?” Twilight asked.
“Eeyup,” Big Mac said. Just then, he tripped and impaled his head on a fencepost, bits of brain on the tip. Twilight was too desensitized to care about Big Mac right now, so ran to Applejack, who was apple bucking in the orchard.
“Applejack! I have a problem! Everypony keeps dying around me!”
Applejack stared at her distraught friend, puzzled, “Well, are ya killin ‘em-” when a tree fell on Applejack, crushing her. Twilight, scared out of her mind, dashed to Rainbow Dash’s house.
“DASHIE!” Twilight yelled, “Everypony keeps dying around me and I don’t know how to stop it!”
Rainbow Dash looked out of her window and said, “Wait, what-” as her cloud house collapsed, her neck snapping on the ground below. Twilight knew not what to do except cry.
“This is most troubling,” a voice coming from behind a nearby tree said.
“Yeah, I know,” Twilight said between sniffles, “everypony I talk to dies,”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because...because I’ve caused nothing but heartache since coming to Ponyville. Because everything I do with my friends ends up as this wacky misadventure, or an epic battle where Equestria’s fate hangs in the balance...I just can’t take it!” Twilight yelled, seemingly at the sky. She then realized something, “You didn’t die,”
“And why would I? I am not a part of your nightmare, Princess Twilight,” the voice said as it revealed itself to be Princess Luna.
“Princess Luna, thank Celestia you came to save me!” Twilight screamed, wrapping the dark alicorn in a tight bear hug.
“Erm, thank you...but don’t you think I should wake you right about now?”
Twilight removed herself from Princess Luna, “Oh, right,” and then she said to herself, “maybe I should-” as an artery in her brain popped. Luna hung her head low.
“If only she had listened…” Luna then looked wistfully at the sky, slowly losing its form as the dream melted.
Twilight shot out of bed, breath ragged. What was she dreaming about? Ponies dying, for sure, but she felt guilty for some reason. She got out of bed and walked towards Spike, who appeared as a pile of ashes. She panickd and rushed to Sugarcube Corner, where Pinkie was still lying dead on the ground from her coronary. She whizzed over to Carousel Boutique, where Rarity’s mangled form lay. She then bulleted over to Fluttershy’s, whose house was still collapsed. Terrified, she rushed over to Sweet Apple Acres, passing Rainbow Dash’s snapped neck along the way. She shuddered as she saw Big Mac’s head impaled on the fencepost, and screamed as she saw Applejack’s crushed form lying under the tree.
“WHY!?” she roared, “WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING!?”
“Because you never woke up, Twilight,” Luna said, appearing before her.
“I didn’t? But I thought killing yourself was a surefire way out of the dream!”
“Not if killing yourself is part of the dream, Twilight,”
“But why would I kill myself as part of a dream?”
Luna sighed, “It’s probably your desire to be perfect at everything. Something in your mind realizes that this is not possible, and self-destructs as a coping mechanism,”
Twilight thought on that, “Princess Luna, when did you get so good at psychology?”
“Probably because my realm is dreams and the subconscious, Twilight,”
Twilight giggled, “Oh, right,” Twilight then stood up, “Could you please wake me up now, Princess Luna?”
Princess Luna blinked.
Twilight shot out of bed, breath ragged. She looked around, seeing that Spike was laying in his bed. She got out of bed and gently nudged him.
“Spike, wake up!”
Spike rolled around, “Not now, Twi-” as green flame enveloped his form, reducing him to ash. Twilight’s pupils pinned.
“FUCK YOU, PRINCESS LUNA!”
She heard a ghostly chuckle.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU! I'M GONNA WRING YOUR NECK!" Twilight roared as she tore around her house, looking for any sign of the alicorn who was now clearly fucking with her. Suddenly, she felt something burst in her brain as she fell down, dead.