Happy rainbow

by datdamnface

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark
Length: 5362

don't go to sleep

Don't go to sleep

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-19 21:40:59 UTC

'Happy Rainbows"

-All ponies and people regarded in this work of fanfiction are the intellectual property of Hasbro and it's affiliates .

Don't go to sleep

Let me just say now, you won't find it anywhere. Any copy of it burned, destroyed, or deleted. You will find no record of it, not even on some of those....other...pony sites. I have no idea what that was, but it wasn't

It's name, was "Happy Rainbow".

Let me start from the beginning. You all remember the three week time lag between the 19th episode and 20th episode of the second season right? And for those who don't know, the show I'm talking about is called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The fourth generation in the line of pony shows. As the name implies, it's a kids show, one about 6 women or "mares" as they're called since the world is Equestria, where everyone or, "everypony" is a horse.

Well the series itself has gained a "colt" following of men, boys, and even a few women all over the normal demographic that the show targets. These people were old, ranging from 12 to 20. A far cry from the 8 year old little girls the show was trying to contact. I was one of these so called "bronies" but I was different.

I was an intern at Hasbro's Studio, a dream job for most bronies and pegasistas. And let me say, it was definitely a dream job indeed. I got to work with all the famous names, Lauren Faust, M.A Larson, Meghan Mcarthy, and all of the above, the amount of people working on this show is astounding. Then again, so is the following.

Back to the story.

I was working there as an intern there up until a couple weeks ago to receive my degree in animation. Now that I look back on it, it seems eerily similar like the guy from Suicidesquidward.

And now that I look back on the whole experience, the whole incident...bore a striking resemblance to the Suicidesquidward case.

It started out the same way as well. Me and a couple interns, as well as a couple of guys from the sound editing crew were gathered around the lead animator, or should I say, lead animator's computer. He was just pulling up a file that Lauren Faust had emailed him. See she was the one working on the episode, said something about it being "a personal thing". Naturally no one argued, or minded for that matter. After all, this was the woman who had made ponies famous. We were all so excited as the lead animator, his name was Mitch, called for us to be silent. We obliged, and he started clicked to open the file.

This is where things....got weird.

As soon as he clicked on the folder, a little download bar came up. I instantly noticed something. The episode scheduled for release was supposed to be called "Scootaloo's bad day." A sort of closer look at the little filly as she went through a rough day at school and took it out on her sister, Rainbow Dash. We had planned to make it cannon for a while now.

But instead, it was called "Happy Rainbow". We all passed it off as a sort of joke. Sometimes the designers and writers liked to toy with the others since the divisions were separated for the most part.

As soon as it had finished downloading though, Mitch's computer crashed. It beeped and the screen froze before abruptly shutting down. We all became concerned, Mitch of course became enraged. After all, it was a 25,00o$ Macbook Pro he had bought with his own money. Keep in mind, we had no idea what to expect, the interns did, basically nothing. Especially my department, we received the script, made a rough sketch, and passed it back to the writers. It was like banter really, going back and forth. Sometimes the writers would write sarcastic and, quite funny jibs on the sheets we handed them of each scene. I remember one time, Haley, another intern, came racing down the hallway, holding her stomach and nearly falling over with laughter. When we asked her why, she held out the huge white sheets of paper. The scene we had written on that particular paper was of Rainbow Dash and Applejack locking their vows in solemn spit at the Iron Pony Competition. On it, someone had drawn a massive erect dick on Rainbow Dash. While it was completely against company law to do such a thing, we all had a good laugh.

This..was not one of those times. After about half an hour of trying to reboot it, fiddling around with the hard drive, motherboard, and graphics card. Mitch finally gave up and set the laptop on the table.

And right before we began filing out of the room, we all heard the whirring of the disk drive as the computer came back to life.

By now we're all spell bound by curiosity, exactly what was going on here? So we all took a seat around the table, and began watching.

It started out normal, the screen panned down as the main theme began. It showed Rainbow Dash zooming through the clouds until they abruptly gave way to the scenic town of Ponyville. It was something we all come to know and love, and we all began to sing as the theme went on.

After the theme finished with the mane 6 all taking a photo, the actual episode started.

And as the credits flashed breifly on screen, something caught my eye.

Executive Producer, Lauren Faust 1974-2020

Now that was really odd. And as the credits flashed systematically, I noticed that besides everyone's name, there was also a death date. And they all varied. As far as anyone could tell, none of the cast, or crew working on My Little Pony had died. And this was completely unheard of.

Still we watched on.

It started out pretty simple, the episode started with Twilight reading a book in her library, the theme song petering out as the true episode began. Another odd thing was, instead of the huge friendly eyes that was a custom in the show, Twilight had hyper-realistic, and....glass? Eyes. But the oddest, and most unsettling thing was...they didn't move. They were focused intently, wide and unmoving as the rest of her body acted normally, the book itself was shrouded by Twilight's signature lavender glow. The pages kept turning, but her eyes just...didn't move.

Suddenly the door opened and Rarity walked in.

The two began chatting. What struck me as odd though, was how Twilight never actually looked at Rarity. Furthermore, anytime Rarity tried including Twilight in her increasingly one sided-converstaion, all Twilight would do, is grunt. Of course we were all confused by this, especially the theme of "ponies" were a group of carefree loving creatures.

As the episode progressed and Rarity kept talking, I noticed the animation, it started degrading, Rarity's voice work became shoddy, the static feedback from the mic was almost unbearably loud. Mitch repeatedly went over his now whipped computer, trying and failing to see any problem with sound card or mic. Eventually, the characters became nothing but unfocused barely noticeable specs on an increasingly unnoticeable amorphous sterile white background. And I noticed that this was a typical "cut to black" sort of scene. Eventually, even the dancing blobs faded to black, and I knew by now,that the new scene was starting.

And, let me say now. This is the best place to turn back, from here on out...horrible..horrible things will await you.

The scene started with Sweetie Belle talking to Rarity as she furiously worked on a dress. Sweetie Belle is talking about what happened in school while Rarity's stitching fabric.

But something wasn't right.

The background, the boutique, it seemed...somehow inexplicably...darker. Not more sinister, the opposite really. It was sad. At first, I couldn't tell why. It was as if I was suddenly overcome with the urge to cry.

But then I noticed it. Or rather, noticed them.

The mannequins. they seemed in disrepair. One was scuffed and stained with various skid marks and spots where the plastic had worn away. Another was scribbled all over, with such a fuzzy coloring that it seemed as if somehow had taken a spray can and drew a...disturbingly realistic eye in it's empty eye sockets.

I began noticing other little things as well, there were sequins scattered on different parts of the floor as if someone had dumped a pot of them and hadn't bothered to clean them up afterwards. There were dust bunnies and pieces of fabric, food, and even dead bugs just kind of..shoved into different corners.

But what disturbed me the most. Was Rarity's expression.

It was...it was as if she was trying to hold back tears, anger, and despair all at once. Her movements were jerky, and occasionally, she let out little mewls between carefully treading the fabric and sniffing to keep the mucus out of her nose.

Suddenly she jerked upwards, during the entire time she was stitching, Sweetie Belle had been talking. Nonstop. The camera had zoomed in on Rarity to cover her barely suppressed emotions. Now, it zoomed out as Rarity gave Sweetie Belle the most...hateful..and rage filled gaze. If her stare was daggers, Sweetie Belle would have been dead.

"STOP....talking." She hissed through gritted teeth.

I was shocked...and a bit taken a back. This was supposed to be a kid's show for chrissakes! I think it was about this point that someone left, we, the remaining few just continued to stare, I heard some mumbling, but that was cut short over as the previous silence, which had befallen the show, lifted.

"Um...r-r-r-Rar-rar" Sweetie Belle couldn't even form a full sentence. If I'd have talked, I probably wouldn't've been able to either.

Her gaze was so...disturbing and I couldn't put my finger on why. Until I noticed it.

She was...shaking...slightly. Barely visible to the naked eye, but she was shaking. And as I looked back and forth from Sweetie Belle and Rarity, I noticed they were both shaking. Now don't misunderstand. They weren't shaking as if either of them were scared or shocked. This was more natural.

Most human being's shake. It isn't really natural, or perceivable. But if you're holding something...like say a cup, and you hold it out straight for a little while, you're arm begins to shake.

Like I said, it isn't really noticeable.

But it was now that I could see. Funny, you don't notice absent things until they've been..shown to you.

They were both so lifelike. Rarity was dirty and scuffed beyond believe, a far cry from the fashionista the dev team had created.

"Sweetie Belle....stop...talking...please." Rarity barely got out. She was still shaking, but now it had become noticeable. Her legs began...spasming horribly. Her front legs in particular, they became jelly, wobbling uncontrollably. Now, most 'ponies' are able to do that, they're body parts become..different, they step outside their normal biological bounds to sometimes preform the impossible like grabbing a flute or opening a doorknob.

But this time was different, I could see every single strand of muscle fiber violently ripple as they tensed and relaxed. It got so bad Rarity was forced to sit down, but not before collapsing with an anguished yelp.

Sweetie Belle ran over and tried to help her, worry plainly etched in her eyes.

But...Rarity refused.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She screamed, this made me flinch, partly because it was...it was Rarity speaking, and partly because of the clarity. It sounded as if Rarity was in this very room, collapsed on the ground and refusing all help.

Then...something happened.

It was an odd glitch. Rarity seemed to jump for a bit, Sweetie Belle, who had been running over, was now just a few feet away from Rarity. But that wasn't the most disturbing thing. The most disturbing thing, was that...something happened on the screen in that split-second. It had gotten darker, and I swear I saw a..face.

Anyway, by this point, we were all glued to our seats, staring wide eyed as the odd episode played out in front of us.

Resuming the show, we all watched on.

"Rarity! Are you okay! Maybe you should get some-"

"No. C-Celestia no. I can't sleep. No. I can't sleep. Please. Sweetie Belle. Put on some coffee. Please." Rarity's voice had been reduced, now it sounded as if she had run a 10 mile sprint, she was panting hard and her eyes were wide open. I could see the various veins around the whites, and they did not look healthy. They were red and swollen, and horrendously engorged. As if she hadn't bothered to blink, or had repressed the urge to do so.

And what did she mean she couldn't rest? What the fuck was going here anyway? I heard more footsteps as, by my estimations, 3 other people left. Unable to continue.

Sweetie Belle paused for a moment before nodding and running to the kitchen. As soon as she did, Rarity began crying.

And the screen faded out again.

We all let out a collective sigh. Just what the fuck was this? I'm pretty sure Lauren Faust wasn't such...disturbed person. I mean, not like this. It was just really creepy. And I think by this point, several other people left.

Now, it was just Me, Mitch, and Harley. The three of us continued to watch as the show came back on. Apparently this was where some sort of break was supposed to be scheduled. The screen had gone dead for the past thirty minutes which was a good time for all of us to stretch out legs and take a breather.

So when we all sat down again, the episode resumed.

But right before it did, something...again...caught my eye. This time it was a little clearer. We had all stepped out of the room because..well..none of us could bear to be in there. As the three of us re-entered however, I was at the front. I noticed a..red flash on the screen. And I could vaguely make out the shape before it dissapered, of a pony...sitting there..and smiling. To this day, I regret sitting back down after seeing that.

It resumed, this time it was peaceful, with the background music chiming off the theme song. This time, it was Applejack. She was just sitting under an Apple tree in the Sweet Apple Acre Orchards. Deep bags and wrinkles gave her the appearance of a mare twice her age. She was sitting with her back to a tree, her legs casually spread and her arms, or forelegs just hanging limp by her sides.

She seemed to be thinking, but as the scene progressed, I noticed...that there was no noise.

Not even the busy hum of the offices, there was no noise at all. No video feedback no white noise of talking, not even the computer, which was scalding hot to the touch about now, was making a single noise.

It was so eerie, so maddeningly....quiet.

But then I heard it. A sound like a whistling wind. And...strange whispers.

They were..incomprehensible, I couldn't make out what they were saying, but at least now there was some sort of noise.

But those whispers...they chilled me to the bone. They became louder, and louder. Until the voices weren't whispering, they were screaming. Applejack remained in the same position. The camera keeping a close up on her life-less, devoid face.

And finally, as the voices began to reach a, terrifying volume. I heard a...bone chilling. Heart wrenching scream that chilled me to the very core. It was so primal, I couldn't even make out if it was male or female. Just that someone was...screaming.

But finally, I understood what they were saying.

They were repeating one phrase, over and over again.

"Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Go to sleep."

Suddenly, Applejack smiled. A small smile that only lifted up the left side of her face. She got up, and walked down the rolling hills of the orchard. The voice s still screaming into the mic. But as she continued walking, the camera zoomed out, and ahead of her. And I gasped.

The camera was showing a noose, hung by a tree.

What the fuck? No, she couldn't be possibly doing what I think she'd be doing? That was impossible, it wasn't part of the script! Screw that it wasn't even normal! Exactly what the fuck was happening?

But she kept walking, and I felt the cold pit of my stomach. A strange chilling heat radiating as it twisted in dread and despair.

Sure enough, she walked up to the tree, all the while still keeping that sad, half-hearted smile on her face. And she climbed. She hugged the tree and shimmied up the trunk until she was on the lowest branch, From there, she just had to jump until she was level with the hole.

Every inch of my being screamed at me to leave, to run while I still could. But I...I just couldn't. I kept staring as she calmly placed the nod over her mane, pulled it through the noose until it was above so it wouldn't get in the way. Tightened the knot,

and jumped.

Sh flew for a little while, but then I heard it.

And the voices must have too, because they went silent.

A sick, jarring, visceral, snapping noise.

And then, she just hung there. The camera zooming in on her now cold. Lifeless eyes.

And it went silent again. It just...stared at her eyes. We stared at her eyes. The cold, green orbs which held so much life, were now dull.

But still the camera zoomed in further. And further and further.

But, I saw it. Oh god I saw her.

In Applejack's dead eyes, there was a tiny red spot. At first I thought it might have been a simple visual glitch, or a dead pixel, but no. The camera kept on zooming in. And in. And in.

And the closer it got, the more my feet willed me to run. To leave this...evil thing behind.

But I was frozen with shock and fear.

And so I saw her.

Inside the irises of her eyes. There was a single pony, sitting with her front legs locked together like how a human would lock their fingers together while putting their elbows on a table.

She was completely red, and all that it showed was her face.

But I knew who it was. I could tell from the shape of the face, and the tips of the wings peeking into the visage.

From the deep blood red that ran across the left side of her haircut perfectly vertical to the light almost diseased sulphuric yellow.

But there was something deeply deeply wrong with her. The eye sockets looked like hey'd been cut and torn open, as if the bone had been forcibly widened to fit their occupants. The left side was an oval shape, and the right was roughly the same but with less of a curve on the bottom part.

Her eyes though...oh god her eyes.

They were both disturbing, her left side was a darker shade of pus yellow with the second innermost layer being a thin blood-red. The right eye was the opposite, with the outer layers being a fire orange and the inner layer simply yellow.

But it was the smile that made me vomit.

It was wide, from ear to ear. The lips had been slashed away, showing rows of jagged teeth and swollen and angry gums. They...they looked so real though.

She looked so real though. Like she could jump out and bite you at any second.

I stared for what seemed like a millennium. And then she spoke. Her voice..as cold...and as broken as Death.

GO TO SLEEP

And the screen cut to black. I vaguely heard Haley throwing up and running out. Mitch just let out a groan as he too briskly stepped out.

And it dawned on me. Why Rarity seemed so neurotic, why Twilight seemed so pre-occupied. This..this thing had been terrorizing them.

And as I stared back at the smiling face with my new knowledge. I felt the deepest, most abysmal sense of dread. It was as if a cloying black cloud was threatening to smuggle me.

Yet still....yet still i sat back down. And continued. I was determined at that time to finish what my colleagues cold not.

And so I pressed onwards.

This time the episode resumed with a dark room. A vague light blob in the near distance seemed to twitch erratically.

The camera zoomed in, revealing the blob to be Pinkie Pie.

But she was....damaged. There were multiple needles scattered all around her, and a track mark appearing on her left front leg.

She was shaking badly. Her eyes were vacant, and there was a small trickle of blood coming out of her left nostril. Her muscles were spasming violently, her legs were jumping up and down of their own accord as she just sat there.

On the wall behind her was bloody writing. Some of it was clear, some of it was hidden by the darkness.

But by far, the only prominent one I could make out, probably since it was written with so much blood, was a warning.

'DON'T GO TO SLEEP.' I began to notice all the various scribbling, some of it was blood, some of it was carved. One that caught my eye in particular was a little scrawled message.

"She's dead. She's dead so why doesn't she leave us alone?" Below it was text written in blood.

"She doesn't want to leave us alone. She wants to make us suffer because we all lived."

Another epiphany hit me. Could...could that text be referring to Rainbow Dash?

Pinkie began nodding, her head bopping and her eyes closing. She was close. I could feel it. A part of me wanted to shut off the computer and smash it. Another one wanted to scream, for my voice to penetrate the 4th wall and tell her it's safe and that she'll be alright. Yet another part wanted to keep watching.

So I kept watching.

She was just about to fall asleep when her eyes shot wide open. In a motion so swift I could barely follow, she turned around and bashed her head against the wall. So hard it left a messy thick red streak of blood. She continued to smack her head.

The dull thud became a disgusting crack and finally a sickening thud as the red streak expanded and became even bloodier.

Finally, she stopped. Sitting back down again, her head moved from side to side, her eyes were half rolled up in her head as she felt around for something. Finding it, she pulled it up from the stack of needles.

I stared in horror. It was an needle filled with clear white, almost viscous liquid. I saw her shudder and sigh in relief as she jammed it into her foreleg, frowned as the vein turned blue, took it out, and jammed it again, in her left hindleg.

I could only stare in horror. Did Pinkie just shoot heroine? My answer came to me in the form of the mare suddenly shaking her head and jumping up on all fours, only to fall again due to a collapsed vein. It was probably a major vein as she could barely stand.

"A-a-alright. I'm good...I'm good." She whispered, her voice frazzled and barely masking deep despair.

I heard something then.

The sound of hoofsteps in the dark. Pinkie froze and jumped back, hitting the wall. Her lungs heaved and the trickle of blood running down her nose became a river.

Out of the shadows, I heard laughter.

"N-no. No! Stay back! Stay back! The power of Celestia compels you!" She shouted.

The hoofsteps turned into a staccato clop as...she ran out of the dark. Her grin stretched to inequine lengths along her face. She charged Pinkie and held her down.

Ohoho Pinkie...you're so...mmcloseI can taste it.

Her voice was like the grinding of bones and a scream without a voicebox as she licked Pinkie from mid-section to cheek with a...disgustingly long tongue.

BUT I JUST CAN'T WAIT!

And with that Pinkie screamed as Rainbow Dash beat her head against the ground. Repeatedly. Pinkie's screams steadily dwindled as the mare's forelegs came up to try and defend herself. The sickening thud became louder and louder until Pinkies stopped fighting, a massive blood splatter erupted from her head as it cracked open like a Cantaloupe. Grey, white, and pink matter flew everywhere as the skull cracked wide open.

Rainbow Dash wasn't done though. She kept beating the head in, all the while keeping that savage, god awful grin. She kept bashing her head against the ground, now soaked with blood as the remnants of  the skull still attached to the head gave way.

Heh, guess that's why they call you Pinkie huh?

The evil Rainbow Dash called sarcastically as she began to-

oh god.

She began to eat the pieces of Pinkie. I threw up yet again as she picked out a half-smashed eyeball, clear liquid oozing from the ball, and popped it in her mouth. A sick muffled crunching sound came as the optic nerves still attached to the eye were severed and eaten.

It continued like that for a full minute. Just the sickening site of Rainbow Dash feasting on Pinkie Pie.

I felt my heart go dead inside as it finally ended, the fade to black yet again.

The next victim was Rarity, it briefly showed Sweetie Belle lifting up the lucid seamstress and placing her in the bedroom, locking the door and barring it with her body as Rarity regained full consciousness.

The angry shouts turned into muffled protests as Rarity slipped off to sleep. Sweetie Belle breathed a sigh of relief and left.

The camera stayed on the doorframe as blood began to leak out. Followed by the grim laughter of Rainbow Dash.

It cut to black soon after that. When it resumed, the camera angle was different.

It was the view from a mirror, showing Fluttershy just sitting in front. Brushing her mane. Her shaking was less visible as she routinely took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. She had her eyes wide open as she mumbled incoherently to herself.

I blinked, and the next thing I knew, Fluttershy was staring at the mirror, her mouth shut yet trembling. Her eyes wide in fear.

Behind her, was the smiling, insane, demented, Rainbow Dash.

Why hello there dollface.

It said simply. Fluttershy closed her eyes to blink. I did as well. And the next thing I knew, the pony that had been 'Fluttershy' was no more. All that was left was a couple spots of light yellow fur and blood. So much blood. I heard a sickening thud as a piece of her entrails that had been hung up on the banister slipped off.

And Rainbow Dash was just sitting in front of the mirror. Smiling.

The scene cut to black yet again.

I could feel the episode coming to an end, and somewhere inside, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. This nightmare was almost over.

When the show resumed, it was Twilight sitting in front of a pen and quill. Her appearance was disheveled from what I can now assume is sleep depravation. The screen just showed her writing for a couple seconds, before her narrating voice cut in.

It was broken, it was sad, and it was filled with so much heartache and despair that all I wanted to do was cry.

Dear Princess Celestia,

Thank you for everything. Thank you for taking me in, for nursing me, and teaching me. For being my friend when I had none. I am writing this because I know I'm going to die soon. And by soon, I mean as soon as I close my eyes. She's been hunting us all now. Ever since the funeral. I don't know why. I thought we were all friends, but apparently not. It was an accident, I know it was an accident, but she must not have thought so. But now she's haunting us. And I know...I know they're already gone. She killed Spike first, then Applebloom. Then, for a little while, we where at peace. She left us all alone.

But now she's back. I know that Applejack and Rarity are dead, their bodies were found two days ago. I don't know what happened to Pinkie or Fluttershy, but I think they're dead too.

I wanted to see the world, I wanted to go to new places. Study new magics, but it seems I won't be able to do so. Once I blink. I'll fall asleep. Once I fall asleep, she'll kill me. I know this for a fact. So this is why I'm sending this letter. Goodbye Princess. And thank your for everything.

Your faithful and forever loving student, Twilight Sparkle

The camera zoomed in on Twilight's face as she shed a single tear. As it zoomed out however, I gasped. Rainbow Dash was standing right behind Twilight.

She took a shuddering breath and forced a smile however.

"I blinked huh? Does that mean I'm dead?"

No. Not quite. Now you're just asleep is all.

Rainbow Dash began circling Twilight. For her part, Twilight simply stood.

"Then why are you here?" She asked, her voice cracking.

Because you're in the world of intangibility. Whenever you sleep, your soul comes to..this world. The land of the dead.

"Really?" Twilight snapped. Rainbow Dash cocked an eyebrow, all the while keeping the same grin.

"Oh cut the bullshit Dash, why? Huh? WHY?!? WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALL ALONE HUH?!? IT WAS AN ACCIDENT DAMMIT! I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THE SPELL WOULD CAUSE ACIDIC BURNS! CELESTIA KNOWS I DID EVERYTHING TO SAVE YOU! EVERYPONY CRIED SO HARD AT YOUR FUNERAL! WHY THEN, HUH? WHY THEN DO YOU CONTINUE TO TORMENT US?!" She screamed until her voice was raw, breathing heavily when she finished.

Why? Because you abandoned me Twilight. That's why. I was so cold and lonely out here. Oh, and don't think I couldn't see you all down there because I could! I saw how Pinkie cheered you all up! I saw how you all 'had a party in my name' I saw how drunk you got and I saw how everypony was laughing. Oh, I saw how you took home that big red boy and I saw how you fucked him! I saw you fuck him good Twilight! SO DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME!

Twilight shrunk back as Rainbow Dash delivered her scathing rebuttal.

Then, Rainbow Dash began laughing.

Oh Twilight! Did I forget to mention I learned a new trick? I felt so....loyal to you all. After I died I mean. I just felt that I....owed you all something. Something to...repay you in death as I did life.

Rainbow Dash began laughing again as Twilight.

Oh and Twilight? Don't blink

Twilight's eyes widened as the warning hit her. She tried not to, but her eyelids came down.

And as soon as she did, the screen cut to black.

Written on the screen in blood was a single message.

DON'T GO TO SLEEP

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It's been, three days since I saw that episode. Oh god, I can hear her now. Inside my head. She's hunting me down, making me pay for what I did. What did I do? Oh god I can't remember. I'm so sleepy. So..Sleepy.

So if you all are reading this now. I warned you. I warned you all throughout the story. You all didn't listen though. So now she's coming.

I'm sorry. She promised to let me sleep once I'd passed the message along. I'm so sorry.

She'll come for you now. And she'll let me sleep. So now you've been warned. Whatever you do, do not fall asleep.

DO. NOT FA-

GO TO SLEEP