It was a clear and beautiful day, the birds were all singing in different ways and everyone seemed pretty happy and joyful.
The weather Pegasi were all busy flying away any of the last unneeded rain clouds to the earth pony farms, where the earth ponies already started taking care
of today's harvest, and the unicorns were doing their....usual things that most earth or Pegasi weren't able to do.
Everypony were running busy and you could see the town mayor looking at the town from her office and sighing proudly and happily at the fully self-functioning town system.
Me, myself started slowly trotting around town, searching for some tasks to do but then I suddenly walked past a mirror and slowly went back to see if I
looked all right. An orangish unicorn colt with a beautiful brown mane, perfectly laid just the way I liked it, and big blue eyes.
“Perfect”, I exclaimed happily, getting some ponies attention.
I blushed lightly and started walking again.
“How easy it is to get somepony’s attention”, I thought. “Maybe I should take….”
Suddenly a mares scream was heard around the corner of the house I was standing next to. Since I’m quite foolish, I immediately trotted to the place where I thought the sound came from.
You see, I usually do things, and then later thinking what a bad idea that was.
There it was, a big, tentacle creature, and the mare in one of “its” tentacles. I immediately levitated up some objects, some sharp and some just stupidly ineffective.
But it seemed to get the creatures attention, so it dropped the mare and went for me instead.
“Shit...” I thought for myself and started trotting away from the creature, cowering and regretting my decisions.
I hid behind a wall, catching my breath when the wall got completely destroyed by one of the creatures green bluish, slimy tentacles.
“Shit shit shit!” I said slightly while in a hurry searching for something that I could use as a weapon. I found an old rusty pitchfork. “Great”, I said sarcastically. “Now I’m guaranteed dead”.
I levitated the pitchfork and stabbed the creatures tentacle. It swung up in the air and I laughed, thinking that I won. But as fast as that hope came it immediately disappeared when the tentacle started falling back onto me. “OH FUCK!” I screamed, realizing it was too late to move.
There was a loud CRASH and then everything went quiet. I later woke up, feeling the blood slowly running down my back.
I slowly got up and felt all the bones that were crushed inside of me. I looked around, just to see the big tentacle swinging directly towards me. It hit me hard and I felt how almost all of my ribs got crushed from the impact.
I tried to catch my breath but lost it when the tentacle hit my poor back, almost crushing my spine.
“This was a bad idea…” I thought for myself. I stood up, almost falling, and started trotting towards the creature. The pain was unbearable and it felt like I was slowly dying. I levitated up the pitchfork, whose I’ve lost grip of several times, and with the help of magic shot it towards the creatures eye.
It hit the eye but the creature didn’t seem scared, more likely even more pissed.
I backed away slowly, releasing that this is it, this is where I die.
The creature once again sent one of its tentacles towards me. I closed my eyes and felt how the tentacle instead of flinging me away, penetrated my chest and lifted me up. I felt how my lungs and guts got mashed as it went even further in. I coughed up blood and with my last strength, my last energy, levitated the pitchfork once again and stabbed the other eye causing the creature to become blind.
The creature didn’t seem too pleased with it and grabbed my head with one of the smaller tentacles. I screamed as the creature started to pull my head up and the body down, slitting me slowly apart.
I screamed more and became quiet when my head and neck got ripped out from my neck. The orange, blood covered lifeless body got flung down onto the hard and dirty ground, leaving a blood splash that later formed a thick puddle of warm and pure red blood…
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I woke up, screaming in agony until I realized that all the horror, the blood and the guts of the monster was just a nightmare. A nightmare designed by my foolish brain to scare me once again.
I just got a hold of myself as Jack, who’s my best friend, came shouting at me from downstairs
“CHIP!” He shouted at me. “WHY in Celestias name are you screaming!?”
I looked at Jack, his light blue coat and black short hair who’s perfectly matched his blue eyes and sighed.
“Nightmares again Jack”, I said, sounding pitiful. “Just another one of these damn stupid nightmares. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
“You’re going to alert every damn raider of a 200 meters radius!” He said, still slightly angry.
“I said sorry, what more do you want from me?” I said, also starting to lose my calm. “I can’t control them. They just appear whenever they want. If there was a way in this stupid wasteland to cure those, or at least stop them for appearing, I would’ve done that!”
“Look, sorry” Jack said, surprisingly calm. “It has been some tough days for us two and fighting isn’t going to solve anything. That’s at least for now.”
There was a long silence after Jacks unexpected words. You see, Jack is this sort of pony who’s rather rage into a fight than coward behind protection. So his words of “not fighting” made me quite surprised.
I got up and slowly walked over to the window and looked over the gray and scary wasteland, where everything moving is trying to kill you.
“You want to know something funny, Jack?” I said silently. “The wasteland is the worst that have happened to me. But I still don’t regret walking out from Stable 59. There, I might have died of age and here…I might just die accidentally tripping off a cliff”
I levitated up what it seemed to be my last Sparkle Cola. Took a look at the expiring date and slightly shook it.
“Or I could just die from drinking expired Sparkle Coke, which would be quite dumb” I said slightly giggling.
I opened the solid glass bottle and drank it please fully, remembering that this might be the last one for years since finding a Sparkle Cola in the wasteland is like finding a carrot on a pumpkin farm. It’s possible, but very rare.
“Yo Chip.” Jack shouted from the “Kitchen”. “Do we have anything but leftovers and ugly carrots to make a breakfast of?”
“I… Don’t think so.”
The Kitchen is actually a simple gas fueled camping grill, whose seen it’s “better” days.
“Well I guess that we’ll just have to hope on my cooking skills and not get poisoned by this then.”
“If we die from your food, I’ll bring you back to life from the afterlife and then kill you again.” I said, slightly laughing.
Author's Note
Never ever give ponies potatoes. NEVER. Because too much potatoes will actually poison them. Heh…
