Darkness embraced your form, your mind drifting within a landscape by your own creation and your eyes could only pick up the shadows which danced around you. You found it hard to believe that anything, at this point, was real and came to the conclusion that you had finally embraced death. It had been a long grueling journey, one where you had committed atrocities against pony-kind that would rival that of the very Creator of Destruction.

You had always been his favorite out of the legion of Undead that he had created as he had always been there to comfort you after you had done irreversible damage to the lives of the living. Even when his right hand and left hand men called him a weakling for it, he was still there for you. Even now you could hear his voice radiating out from the darkness.

"I come to check on my favorite Undead and here you are sitting in the dark. What is wrong my dear?"

Your ears perked at the voice, your heart sent a flutter by that sound which pierced through the darkness much like an arrow. Your lips began to move but all that could be uttered was a soft gurgling sound, which was quickly accompanied by a black fluid which left your damaged throat.

"I see you are incapable of speech... Quite a troublesome thing. Too think she would hurt my favorite Undead to the point where she would destroy your ability of speech. I should have taken her children when their time had came... No matter, it's good to see that you have finally woken from your slumber."

Your eyes had adjusted to the lack of light at this point, they never blinked as they peered deep into the darkness, a hope in your chest that you would be able to gaze upon the image of your master. Seemingly in the distant, two white spheres watched you intensely. A dark figure, one far across the chasm of darkness, the one with long flowing hair and the one that stood upon it's own two feet. It seemed to slowly reach to you, a shadow encrusted arm reaching to touch your head once more.

You attempted to move from the spot, your legs flailing desperately to move your form across the inky blackness which coated the landscape of your mind. Yet, you felt as if a heavy weight was upon your body. You could only sit there, your hooves uselessly moving about from your seated position. When it came to your mind that you were stuck, a faint whimpering sound could be heard radiating from your throat.

"You need not try to move darling, you and I will be united in time. Though, from what I can tell from your mental projection, you have been captured and secured to a spot. You are in a world much different from what you once knew, it is up to you on how you spend your time. You can either become one with the herd, or you can fight back and likely be placed in a cell once more. I will not order you about any more, her time had come and she is now gone."

You didn't know how to react to his words, your attempts to cry out to him seemed to go upon deaf ears as he turned his back to you. You attempted to move once more, your wings trying to pry themselves from your body as you at least attempted to fruitlessly scoot across the ground.

"We will see one another soon..."

His head turned, those two white spheres looking at you from across the throbbing darkness, the darkness slowly disappearing into light. His hands draped his hood upon his head once more as he slowly walked away from you.

"For now... Wake up."

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You awoke with a startle, your crimson eyes quickly shutting as a blinding light seemed to radiate down on you. It was as if the very gods themselves mocked you for waking up in such a well lit place. Even through your decrepit eyelids, the light seemed to violently assault your eyes in any way possible. You grumbled softly as you slowly opened one of them, your eyes taking in the details of the surrounding area. The room itself was stark white, a bright light shinning through the open window to your right, the light itself radiating from the massive sphere of light in the sky. You couldn't help but grumble once more as your eye slowly took in the rest of the room. There was a single door and a book case to your left, pressed up against the wall and a bed side drawer directly to your left.

This was certainly strange, as the last time you have been conscious, you had been within a dark cell and not in a bright white room.

Feeling slowly returned to your body, something was compressed down against your chest and your hind legs and above that compressing material was a navy blue sheet. Underneath your form was something you never expected to see. A bed, such a luxury was something that only the richest of ponies could afford and you had only gotten yours through the generosity of your master. It was certainly comfortable, the sheet keeping your cold body warm and the light from the sphere in the sky only seemed to help warm you further.

Where in Tartarus had you ended up?

A soft breeze rolled through the open window, the breeze nestled softly against the fur upon your muzzle and seemed to slowly send you back to simpler and darker times...

Wait, how could you feel the breeze against your face when you had your mask?

Your eyes quickly darted down towards your muzzle and they quickly took in the lime green tone of your fur. Your muzzle was visible to the world and the white mask which once was adorn upon your face was missing.

Your mask?! Something had taken your mask! The mask that your master gave you!

'No no no nonononononoNoNoNONONONONONONO MY MASK!'

You couldn't help but scream out in your mind, your body began to tremble violently as you tried to thrash against the restraints underneath the sheets. A shrill sound between a cry and a scream escaped your lips as blood began to trickle from the corners of your eyes.

'MY MASK MY MASK MYMASKMYMASKMYMASKMYMASK!'

You continued to thrash violently, your strength causing the metal frame of the bed to creak and even lift from the floor for brief moments as you tried to break free from your new prison.

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE WITH YOUR MASK!

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"Well, Princesses, I had discovered something that I was hoping that either of you could possibly explain." Twilight said, her hoof falls against the tile floor seemed to ring in tandem with the hoof steps of the two princesses who followed her in her wake. "It is something unlike anything that I have ever seen before. No books of Equestria History even explains what this thing could possibly be!" Twilight said, a wide smile on her face as she thought about the possibility of having discovered the first, unaccounted for creature of this nature in Equestrian History!

"We will try to assist you with what knowledge we have, Twilight, but if you haven't found it in any books on Equestrian History, I feel it is unlikely that we will be able to help you." Celestia said, her eyes full of worry as Luna followed quietly at her side, the alabaster princess had a sinking feeling in her stomach which was also shared by her sister.

"Well, we will certainly see when we reach Room Sixty-Three!" Twilight said, the smile growing wider as they came to an intersection in the hallways. It was then that a loud screeching sound could be heard radiating from their right and all three princesses stopped to watch a cart, being pushed by a nurse, rush pass with a second nurse running as quickly behind the cart as she could. A fourth nurse blazed past while a fifth was quickly stopped by Twilight.

"Nurse Wormwood, what is going on?" Twilight asked, her face full of worry as the nurse gazed down at the hall at her galloping co-workers and she quickly turned her eyes towards Twilight with a grim look on her face.

"The patient in Room Sixty-Three has awoken. It doesn't appear very happy." Nurse Wormwood said, her words grim as Twilight released her and the nurse took the moment to gallop after the two nurses down the hallway.

Twilight had an utterly shocked look upon her face, her mouth wide open, her eyes seemingly just as widely opened and her mane seemed to stand on end as she took a breath to mutter a single phrase before taking off in a gallop.

"Oh no..."

Author's Note

So, after a very long break away from posting chapters, I am finally back. I know this is rather short when compared to other chapters but I still have a major case of writer's block. Hope you at least enjoy this little tidbit of a chapter.

Also, as you can see from the beginning, I will be using the word 'you' in this story to explain the feelings as this will be primarily done through the eyes of the undead. It will shift from internal thoughts and feelings by using 'you' and the absence of 'you' to describe external actions. Probably going to look terrible but I've been want to try something like this.

If I screw up the story doing this, I am sorry.