Necroponycon

Grave Digger awoke. His vision blurred and his thoughts askew. He took a look around. His eyes rested on the pond again. His reflection startled him before he had a chance to remember what happened before he woke up. He took a better look at his reflection. His pupils looked narrower and his gaze looked sharper. His unicorn horn ended in a terrifying point. Grave had to wave a hoof in front of his reflection to be sure that it was his and not some monster's.

Grave felt like his head was going to burst. it was like someone cranked up the pressure in his skull. It all seemed to be localized near the base if his horn. He put his hoof up to his horn and applied pressure to the base. He hissed as pain coursed through his body like a wildfire.

There were hoofsteps, slow meaningful ones coming towards Grave Digger. In a panic, he ran to a bush and hid. A green earth pony came out the bushes and laid down by the pond. She had light yellow saddlebags that matched her mane. She opened the saddlebag on her right and pulled out a book. Seemingly flipping the pages to a random spot, her eyes danced over the pages as she read.

Grave watched her and felt like approaching. If anypony knew the way back to town, it was her. He almost took a step from his post. Recoiling, he remembered his own reaction to his appearance. He took a step back, pondering his next action.

Kill her, a voice sang in his head. Rejoice in her suffering. Grave shook his head. His head felt like exploding. He didn't know what to do. The pain was so unbearable he couldn't stand and dropped to the ground. His back legs started to shake. A green hoof burst into his hiding place and moved the leaf cover aside, "Are you alright?"

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Twilight Sparkle woke up in her bed. She had been exhausted from her late night excursion. She got up and stretched her wings. She listened to the joints pop and felt the muscles loosen. Sleeping was hard with her new wings. Twilight yawned and levitated a brush to her mane and sorted out the tangles.

Her mind traveled back to last night. What she had seen could not be passed over as a sleep deprived hallucination. Twilight didn't know what she was dealing with but she was determined to figure out what it is. In the midst of her thoughts, she didn't realize that she had been going over the same spot of her mane for the post few minutes. Snapping out of her thoughts, she brushed the rest of her mane.

Moving downstairs, Twilight made her way to the kitchen. Her stomach was protesting as she had missed her midnight snack last night. She opened the fridge and inspected its contents. She had eggs and milk. Sighing, Twilight made her way out of the kitchen.

Twilight ran into Spike when she left the kitchen. With a thud, Spike bounced back onto the floor. Twilight levitated him back upright and brushed some dirt off his shoulder.

"Sorry, Spike," Twilight apologized. "I guess I was a little lost in thought."

Spike grinned, "Don't worry about it, Twi. I was to busy thinking about eating a sandwich." Before Twilight could say anything, Spike buzzed past her into the kitchen. With a disgruntled groan, Spike stormed out of the kitchen and back upstairs.

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Grave Digger was looking down at the beaten and bloodied corpse of the mare who tried to help him. He couldn't remember doing it but the blood on his hooves said otherwise. Panicking, Grave rushed to the pond to wash the red stains off his hooves. Seeing his reflection almost made him burst into tears. His horn and mane were covered with blood and bits of flesh. Grave shakily looked over to the mare. Puncture wounds dotted her sides. Staring back into the pond waters, memories returned.

"Are you alright?" a concerned voice asked. Grave looked up into the amethyst eyes of the green earth pony. Upon eye contact, the green mare stumbled backwards. Grave stood up. Hunger flared deep inside him as he gazed upon the pony. Smiling, he took a step forward.

"I'm quite alright," Grave responded. Grabbing the back hooves of the mare in his black colored magic, he snapped the legs forcing chucks of the bone to break the skin. "Are you?" The pony screamed and tried to crawl away with her front legs. Grave walked up to the mare and placed a hoof on the small of her back. He bent down to her cutiemark, a peppermint sprig. Grave licked the cutiemark and placed his mouth around it. He bit the mark, his sharpened teeth tearing through skin and muscle. The mare screamed even louder and redoubled her attempts to flee.

Grave Digger took a step back, relishing in the pony's pained pursuit of escape. Tears were streaming down her face and blood was rushing out of her flank. Grave lowered his head and took quick steps forward. His horn was jammed into the mare's side as she screamed again. He withdrew his horn only to drive it back in to a different spot. He didn't stop until the pony's struggles ceased and any life left the body.

Grave vomited at the memory. He can't believe he did that. No. He didn't do that. He would never do that. He thought of the voice in his head, telling him to take a life. He thought back to the shadows and the darkness feeling alive. He also felt the pressure in his horn fade.