A New Nightmare
Torment me no longer
Previous Chapter-I'm baaaaAackckck
There is a heavy Thump; as the carriage lands in the courtyard of a large castle. You didn’t sleep much throughout the night, but Hope slept like a rock, not waking once through the flight.
“Hope, wake up. We’re here,” you say softly.
“Mmmph, five more minutes daddy…” she says not even opening her eyes.
“UP AND AT OUT PRISONERS!” a guard shouts while he prods you with a spear.
You slowly get up and carry Hope out of the carriage, slightly wincing from being poked. You groggily follow the really loud guard as you notice a second chariot near the entrance to the castle, to which you were being led.
“Where are we?” Hope asked; just now opening her eyes.
You try to read the inscription; fighting fatigue, “The…Castle….Anthrax?”
“Quiet! We are at the castle of the princesses,” the guard shouts back at you.
“Could you possibly be a little less hostile? This situation sucks as it is and I don’t need you bustin’ my balls every five seconds,” you retort back.
“How do you expect me to react to a monster that killed my princess?” the guard retorts.
“I would come back with something witty and mildly humorous to say, but I’m tired and I have an observation. Why are you the only one bringing me to wherever we are going?”
This makes the guard think, obviously he doesn’t know why he was the only guard to bring an incredibly dangerous being into the castle. He manages to stutter out a bluff.
"There are more Pegasi guards high above, watching your every move!"
"You do realize that it is clear skies right now?"
"Oh, umm..... Just keep moving!" he says, jabbing you with his spear again.
You do as he said, moving into the two gargantuan doors. As you enter the grand room, you marvel at the ornate chandelier hanging from the ceiling nearly 10 meters above. The guard then motions for you to move to a door on the left of the large set of stairs that dominates the room. Passing through you see a dark winding staircase. As you begin your decent, Hope begins to feel really heavy, so you set her down from her position on your back, saying, "I need you to walk for now, Hope."
"Is something wrong daddy?"
"No," you say with a light smile, “you’re just getting so big, it's getting hard to carry you."
"Oh, ok," she deadpanns.
You walk to the end of the corridor in silence. The only noise is the clopping of the guard’s hooves on the cobble stone. As you near the end of the corridor, the guard gets around you to open a cell on your right.
Once it is open he manages to get out a quick order to get into the cell, and you walk in. The cell is dark, the only source of light being a small arch window near the ceiling. In the corner to your right there is a small bed maybe big enough for Hope, and on the opposite side of the room from the bed there is a desk with a figure writing something at it.
"Hello?" you ask.
"Great Scott! I know that voice!" the figure says, could it be? No....
The figure turns as if to confirm your suspicions, and sure enough it is the professor guy that got you here.
"What're you doing here?" you question as Hope clutches to your leg.
"Same as you, trying to start anew in this world, but, as you can see, I was arrested for reasons beyond me."
"When were you arrested?"
"This morning in fact, I was working in a house that I was staying in and all of a sudden, there were guards on my front porch."
"I may have something to do with that actually," you reply sheepishly, "you see this world's ruler and I got into a bit of a disagreement, I provoked, she attacked, I killed her, and now here I am. My question is how did you get here?"
"Well that explains a lot. But as to how I got here, I got here the same way as you. I was standing too close to the blast from your jump that I accidentally go sucked in, along with half of Haven."
"Wow, were there any necromorphs in Haven still?"
"Unfortunately yes, I was actually documenting where groups of them were centered, when you came in," he said showing us the desk, which had a map of what you assumed to be the world you were currently in, marked with one dot and three arrows coming from it.
"The large dot is the main group."
"How did you determine this?"
"Mainly the missing ponies report in the newspaper I've been collecting over the past month or so."
"Month? How long have you been here?"
"A couple months, woke up near a town called Appaloosa, you?"
"Ponyville, but I got here a few days ago, how has there been no major reports of disappearances?"
"I guess it's because most travel is by foot... Erm hoof, and the towns are a good day's travel as the crow flies."
"We need to warn these ponies about the necromorphs!" You knew this was the best course of action to save this world.
"But how are we going to do that from this cell?" As if an answer to your question the cell door swung open, revealing a half-dozen guards.
"The princess has requested your presence," the guard grunts spitefully.
"Which one of us?"
"You," he says, pointing his hoof at you.
"Okay," you turn to Hope," listen honey, daddy is going to be right back, okay?"
"All right, just try not to kill anything, you hear?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," you say giving her a hug and a kiss on the top of the head.
You feel shackles being placed around your hands as you leave the cell. You follow the guards through the twists and turns of the castle, but you managed to remember the way. Sooner than expected, you arrive at a giant set of double-doors easily measuring 5 meters each and decorated with an image of the sun and another of a moon.
Upon entering, you see the large Pegasus/unicorn from yesterday, along with 6 other ponies, a few scribes, and a dozen or so guards with spears all trained on you.
"I see security isn't an issue here," you say half-hearted, trying to make light of the situation. All you get is a stern look of confusion from everyone in the room.
"Not much of a crowd either," you mumble to yourself.
"What did you say?" The midnight pony asked.
"Oh! Uhhh... I said why would such a crowd be needed."
"Well, we are all here to determine your fate," the lavender one, whom you had probably emotionally scarrd, said.
"My fate?"
"Yes, and to clear something's up," the leader said.
"Like what?" You already knew what she was going to ask.
"Like who you are, what you are, and where you are from, along with some others." Dingdingding! We have a winner!
"I guess I'll start with the first three questions, My name is Stan Weller, I am a human, scientific name Homo sapien, and hail from the planet Earth, well near it."
"No... That can't be!"
"What, is the matter your highness?" You're curious now.
"Your kind are extinct!" Obviously not.
"What do you mean?"
"The power of the human's hatred and greed reached Equstria causing me to be transformed into nightmare moon. To keep something similar from happening we released a life form into to your universe so horrendous that it had been locked in Tartarus." This revelation caused your blood to boil.
"So you're saying that you released the necromorphs on humanity?! Do you know how many people died?!" Had it not been for the restrains you would have her throat.
"We didn't mean.."
"Didn't mean what? To commit mass genocide on a species that you had never even met! To kill billions of innocent people over what a few did! In my world you would be killed on site for such a crime! Because of you, my daughter will grow up without a mother!" You calm yourself as tears start to form in your eyes, "but, as the saying goes, 'what goes around comes around'."
"What do you mean?" The alabaster unicorn with the other 6 spoke up.
"The necromorphs are here, and believe when I say, they will attack and they will kill you."
Everyone in the room flinched, and murmurs began to spread among the guards. Something about you being the 'destroyer' coming to 'judge' them.
The midnight one spoke up, "We will consider your warning but significant evident is lacking."
"Significant evidence? What about the fucking private back in the forest, what about the disappearances? How are those not 'significant evidence'?"
"Irrelevant. The question is not whether or not the necromorphs are in Equestria; but rather how do we get rid of them?"
"How the fuck should I know? I just tried to survive! I never had time to think of a way to completely destroy them."
"You will not us that foul language when talking to the princess," a guard to your left orders. You notice that it was the captain you had nicknamed 'shiny'.
"Finally speakin' up shiny? I have a question for you now that you are here."
"What is it?" he asks, trying to keep up a regal appearance, but you can see the apprehension in his body language.
"Are you willing to sacrifice your life and the life of your soldiers to fight for the throne? Or, when the situation comes, will you turn tail and run?"
"I will fight!" He stated proudly.
"We'll see soon enough," You mumble.
"I have a question," the lavender one says. "What is the weapon that you used in the princess?"
"My plasma cutter? That thing has saved my ass on more than one occasion, it is normally used for surgery but with the right tweaks it cut through almost anything."
"Why would you need such a thing when you could just use magic?" She inquired.
"Magic? My species doesn't have magic. All we have is our minds and what we can make. In the thousands of years humans have existed, we have never relied on magic for anything."
"Could it be possible that we look through your mind to find out about your race?" She asks.
"That's a pretty bold request, given what I've done."
"I just have to know," she begs.
"If you think you can handle it, I don't see why not."
"Why wouldn't I be able to handle it?" She asks with a cocky slur to her voice.
"Oh, let's just say, some of my memories aren't the most pleasant."
"What could be worse than that thing in the forest... And you?"
"Lots of things, Miss Sparkle, lots of things."
Everfree forest
Your numbers have been growing rapidly since the necromorph group came from the west. They had numbers in the hundreds to begin with and have since doubled the number of necromorphs in your swarm. Before you had only had yourself and a few slashers; but now... now you have two hundred slashers, one hundred fifty puckers, one hundred ten infectors, a dozen brutes, and two dozen twitchers.
You let out a call for some of the slashers and puckers to meet you; your plan was to have some them combine to form a tormentor. They come together in a jumbled mob. You take 10 of the more deformed slashers and two puckers with you into a clearing. You inject each one with a code that will turn them into the different parts of a tormentor, and then tell them to form a pile on the ground until the tormentor DNA could do its thing. You hole up in a tree to rest while the group is slowly transformed into one massive necromorph.
The transformation seemed agonizingly long even though it took a mere twenty minutes. Your patience, however, was rewarded with a tormentor. It stands a good four to five meters from shoulder to claw and is nearly nine meters from head to the end of its tail. It quickly starts to gain its bearings and communicate. Well that's one problem down, you think as you see it already knows the language.
Suddenly it runs into the forest. You try to give chase but the thickness of the foliage slows your pace to a crawl. You can no longer hear the crashing it makes when running through the forest, and soon you are next to it. It is just standing there looking over some brush that is too high for you to see over. You quickly heave your body up the nearest tree to see what it is looking at. What you see surprises you.
It is a party of nearly twelve ponies walking through the forest with several burned out torches. After you see the main group pass, another small group made up of three fillies and a mare, one white, one orange, and one yellow, and a fuchsia adult pony with three flowers tattooed on its ass. The tormentor below you gave a grunt, signaling it found a target. You join it in crouching to spring upon the unsuspecting four-some of ponies. You say something to the tormentor that would haunt any sane mind.
Sick em'.
-no doubt I'm goin to hell now!
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