My little Horror show

I had gone on a walk to clear my head, when I heard what sounded like a little filly crying. It was an eerie noise that made the fur on my neck stand at attention.

Hoof steps echoed through the hall, and a little filly appeared out of the gloom. She was an ugly shade of gray, with a green patch on her front leg. Her mane was light and dark gray. She had eyes of buttons, one blue, one purple and falling off.

“I want my friend back.” She cried out softly.

She came closer to me. I could tell she was sad, although no tears fell, because she was sniffling. “Please give me my friend back.”
I tried to step quietly away, but I stepped on a loose floorboard, and she still heard me. ”Huh?” She looked up, and saw me.

Another figure formed from the shadows. It was Derpy. “Poor girl. Still searching for her lost friend. Tough.”

She looked me square in my eye, while the little one wept softly.” Her only friend was a mare that grew up with her. Then one day, a ‘Want it, need it’ spell was placed on her. Others wanted her, and were tearing her. Then it all stopped, and she was thrown away like a rag. Her ‘friend’ didn’t even try to find her, and didn’t even bat an eye when she was stolen away by another stallion.”

The filly looked up at me, her eyes sparkled with hope. “Have you seen my friend?” She asked as she waddled closer. I shook my head.

Derpy nudged the filly on “Don’t be heartless! Give the poor thing a hug.” She moved ever so slowly, so close… I didn’t know what it was; I just didn’t trust a pony with button eyes. Behind her, Derpy sadly shook her head.” Such a deep and everlasting friendship. Broken by a selfish mare…”

“My…My friend….” Something was wrong. It was like anger buried deep, was rising up. Derpy was watching us, a slight smirk dancing on her lips. “Go on, it’ll make her feel much better…”

“My friend…..GIVE HER BACK TO ME!!” A purple aurora surrounded her hooves, and me. I was lifted up, and thrown agents the wall. My back was roaring with pain, and my ears were ringing. I saw stars for a few seconds.

When I felt I could move again without burning pain, I sat up a bit. The filly was lying on the floor, much like a discarded rag. Then, like something invisible had picked her up, she was lifted into the air. The look of shock that was on her face, mostly by her mouth, was troubling. She was dragged into the gloom, while wailing: "TWILIGHT!!!”

I stood oddly by, until the whale died down. And then it was replied by a howl from Screw lose. I was panting, and looked over at Derpy. She looked troubled. She was just standing there, stone face. She came back down to reality again, as she said: "I recommend you go to bed.” Before trotting back into the gloom herself.

She had made sure she was alone, before letting the tears fall.
That little puppet. It was supost to be a toy, a non-living thing. And that name it screeched. But it reminded her of something.
She tried to think about that day, but it was all a colorful blur, a mass of bodies. That was a happy memory, of course. One that she wasn't supost to have. She tried to think about something horrible.

She was just standing idly by, when the white pony came up and starts yelling at her. Shen raises her staff and knocks her face in.

She yelled out in agony. Her job she was as painful for her as it was for the guest. But then again, the guests didn't have to deal with Head of house.

She ran her hoof across the ragged wall, before running over a patch that would make a normal pony bleed. She wasn't a normal pony. Her hoof flickered, and howling pain followed before stopping and reappearing in a soft gold light. She cursed under her breath.
Might as well get back to work, she thought bitterly, before continuing down the hall.