Luna stared at the rotund, bipedal creature that lay on the bed before her. It had suffered several broken bones, and an almost pulverized internal system. Only the wonders of magic accounted for its continued survival.

Luna was puzzled. This creature looked innocent, harmless. It seemed beyond her sister to simply try to murder another sentient being, and Celestia had not been able to tell Luna what had transpired. What could have caused such a violent reaction? This so called “Eric Cartman” seemed to be merely a child.

Dreams held answers to everything, Luna believed. While she certainly could not peer into her sister’s mind, she could easily assert her will over this creature. She was certain of it. She had paused, considering what Celestia would say, before realizing that Celestia was in no condition to go against it. Luna closed her eyes and appeared to relax. What actually happened was the severing of a series of complex bonds that held her soul to her body. Now, her mind could truly drift. She forced her way into Cartman’s mind, even as he dreamed dreams.

At first, all was dark. Then, there was pleasant light. There was childlike laughter that made Luna want to smile. How could a creature that dreamed such nice dreams be evil? She felt some of the tension leave her, and she considered have a conversation with the child, who surely must be hiding. The laughter stopped. The light was extinguished.

Screaming. That was the first thing that sounded to break the brief silence that had followed. Screams of agony, of fear, rage, horror. Luna recoiled. The light returned, only it was now harsh and merciless. She was in a jungle. Bipedal, olive uniformed creatures stood holding nozzles that spat liquid fire. Plain uniformed individuals within the forest screamed in pain as the flames engulfed them.

“Die gooks!” The soldiers were yelling.

Death. Fear. Pain.

Now she was in the air, a silver machine cruising along above her. Two doors opened underneath, and elongated conical items fell. Luna looked down, stomach clenching as she saw a city burning as hundreds more of the flying machines pounded the metropolis. Figures that looked like ants from such a height ran about, and were annihilated by massive explosions.

Death. Fear. Pain.

A mouse, eating another of its kind.

A vaguely pony-like creature whinnying in fear as its foal was torn away by wolves.

Bipedal bodies, hanging from a tree, stomachs opened to the air. Luna held back bile that now threatened to expel itself from her body.

A dead child, glassy eyes staring into the distance, a crimson hole bored cleanly through her head. Luna realized with a shock that the entire back part was blown apart, and that the grey matter splattered against the wall behind the body was the girl's brain.

Death. Fear. Pain.

Grey uniformed creatures, shooting other creatures kneeling in the mire, regardless of age or gender. Luna was now trying to bash her way out of the dream, but it seemed to constrict around her, forcing her to stare into the horrors that swirled in the small demon’s mind. Luna saw the grey uniformed creatures dumping the murdered bodies into a pit in the earth as a cylindrical object spat objects into the pit at the speed of sound. The bodies twitched spasmodically.

Death Fear Pain.

A body, being cut open.

A pony, desiccated and disemboweled.

DeathFearPain.

Ponies, eating each other, laughing as they did so. A maniacal pink pony, cutting open the Bearer of Loyalty as balloons made of body parts blew in a non-existent breeze. Luna realized with a start that the pink pony was Pinkie Pie.

Deathfearpain.

“No!” Luna was screaming.

Ponyville, burning, a shadow made of malice and evil pouring itself into ponies’ minds, killing them in fits of madness.

Deathfearpain.

Luna was now pleading, “Let me out!”

Now her voice was warping, turning into a monstrous, growling parody of itself. The voice was laughing, independent of her control. She looked down, seeing the unmistakable form of Nightmare Moon leering back at her, reflected in a puddle of blood. Celestia’s blood. Her sister's eyes had been cut out of their sockets, her mouth was opened in a death scream.

Deathfearpain.

Luna was whimpering, now, beyond even the ability to speak.

Suddenly, the creature that possessed the dream was standing before her. It was grinning up at her, its eyes flooded with unbelievable murderous emotion. Luna found herself terrified by this creature, an emotion that she had only felt when the nightmare had possessed her.

“What kind of nightmare is this?” She screamed at the creature.

“Nightmare?” The creature responded, seemingly puzzled, “This is what I always see when I close my eyes.”

Madness.

“Release me from here at once, monster!” Luna tried to yell, the insanity of the place pressing down like a pillow used to strangle a victim of murder. Her attempt at commandment came out as the terrified begging of a little girl.

A smug grin, an evil eye, “Have it your way, bitch. But there is one last thing before you go.”

“What is it?” Luna queried, her mind sagging under the pressure.

Luna now realized that her mouth was filled with meat. Her eyes widened as she saw that it had been taken out of Celestia’s throat. Celestia’s eyes were frozen open in fear, pain and horror in equal measure. Her angelic wings had been crudely hacked off, and blood marred her porcelain coloured form. Celestia in turn had her mouth wrapped around the neck of a dead Twilight Sparkle. This time, Luna did vomit.

Death. Fear. Pain. Madness.

“You’re going to eat your sister before long, Luna. She is going to eat her prized student as well.”

“Why would you do this?” Luna screamed, blood weeping from her eyes.

“Because I hate this fucking place, and I might as well have fun!” Cartman snapped, “Now get out!”

Luna’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed forwards. All she saw before unconsciousness embraced her was an insanely grinning Eric Cartman, eyes blazing with amusement.

“Sweet dreams,” Cartman’s voice echoed in her mind, laughter marring the words.

Author's Note

This chapter provides insight in Cartman's mental state, as shown in "Helen Keller: The Musical". Very little comedy here, unfortunately. This is partially an attempt at writing horror, so I would like genuine opinions with regards to it. Thank you for reading.