Calcifer.

Lemon Walked into Sugar Cube corner; a smile on his face as usual, but no smile back from a certain pink mare.

The bakery was half empty, mostly because it just opened maybe a half hour ago.

The yellow Earth colt's smile slowly turned into a confused slant.

A strange worrying sensation struck him.  Every time he walked into Pinkie's place of work he'd always be greeted with one huge hug after another, the smell of sugary delicacies scented in a fluffy pink mane.

With no embrace occurring, Lemons trotted up to the front counter.

"Good morning deary!" Mrs. Cake cheered.  Even though it was 8 in the morning, the blue mare was as kind as ever.

"Good morning Mrs' Cake.  Have you seen Pinkie?" He asked.

"Oh she came home quite late last night, she was with her friends for a long time, don't know what she was doing though.

Your welcome to go and see her dear, you know where her room is.  Just be quit, the babies are still sleeping."

Lemons thanked the baker and, after almost turning down the offer of a morning Nightmare Night cupcake, headed up to Pinkie's room with the pastry atop his head.

Lemons softly tapped the door to her room with the side of his hoof, "Pinkie?" the colt cooed.  He took everything with Pinkie as a lovely game.  "Pinkie, I got you a surprise breakfast."

No response.

"Pinkie?"

Lemons softly opened to door, trying to be as silent as a mouse.

The window in her room shined with morning sun-rays, glowing the rest of her room in a bright light.

Lemons tiphooved up to the bed under the window, a Pinkie sized lump under the covers.

He had to step over many party favors splayed out around the room; Pinkie was a light sleeper and if he tripped he'd risk startling her.

Finally he reached the side of her bed.  Lemon dipped his head down on the nightstand and let the orange holiday cupcake slide off the top of his head; it landed upright on the counter.

A perfect breakfast present for a "Perfect" mare.

Pinkie's body was completely under an ocean of bright pink blankets.  Lemons smiled, he had been with a few other mares in his past, but Pinkie was something else.

A strange grumbling/growling sound echoed around the room, coming from a Gummy sized figure under the covers at the foot of Pinkie's bed.

Lemons chuckled to himself quietly.  He grabbed the bottom sheets of the blankets and pulled them up.  Soon enough a little green alligator appeared, looking up at Lemons with large purple eyes.

"Hello Gummy."  The colt whispered.

Gummy responded with yet another strange alligator growl.

Lemons loved Pinkie's little buddy Gummy.  He reminded him of the turtle he had as a younger pony.

Lemons patted Gummy on his head a few times then turned to the front of the bed.

He lifted up the sheets delicately; relieving a tussled maned pink mare, sleeping like a foul.

The past few months they dated was the best time in Lemon's life.  He couldn't ask for anything more than Pinkie.

Her friends excepted the relationship wholeheartedly, even calling the couple "Pink Lemonade" as a little joke.

Pinkie took a deep breath in, then blew out softly.

She looked so peaceful, but she was also sweating like a Pinkie pig.

To cool her off the lemon colored pony pulled the covers down her body to let the cooler air breath on her.

The blanket made it half way down her body then stopped suddenly.

Lemons stared in complete shock at what was on Pinkie's side.

He dashed the rest of the covers off of Pinkie's body.

Starting from her lower shoulder, all the way down to her flank, was a scorching red burn.

Rippled of charred flesh placated the side of the pink pony; the smell was as worse as the sight.

For a moment, Lemon couldn't breath.

When he caught his breath he yelled, loud.

Pinkie was still asleep, but the sounds of two fouls crying sounded in the other room.

"PINKIE!" The colt cried out in astonishing fear.

The door slammed shut across the room.  Lemons turned to the door.

A large black colt was infront of the closed opening, staring at him like he was a meal.

The black colt had the cutie mark of a "66" on it's flank, and it growled like a monster from Hell.

"Take him!" The dark colt commanded.

Lemon's vision was suddenly black, his whole body was burning.

His inner organs felt cold.

The bed he stood next to only a second ago was gone.

He tried to open his eyes, but when he did he saw nothing but a painful white.

The tried to breath, but when he did he felt choked by the pungent smell of smoke.

He couldn't move his muscles; he was scared out of his mind.

What was the black colt doing to Pinkie?  What was he doing to him?

His mind raced, but his only realization was,

"This is more than bad."

***

"Please let us go!"  Twilight pleaded.

The grey colt stared at her smiling maniacally, "And why should we?"

"We?  But, your just one pony."

Twilight's response amused the colt.

"You really think we're alone?"  He cooed in a sarcastic tone.

Twilight stared at him in confusion.

"We are never alone."  The cult echoed, multiple voices coming through his mouth.

Twilight's confusion turning into blinding fear.

She thrashed away from the cult, hoping to get as far away from him as she could, but the cave boxed her and the other three in.

Rainbow, Rarity, and Apple Jack closed her in their embrace, shielding Twilight from the monstrosity of a pony poised in the mouth of the cave.  They were never going to let her speak to that pony again, ever.

"Who are you?"  Apple jack asked.

The grey pony turned to her, "I'm your newest nightmare."  He said smiling.

***

"Calcifer, what's wrong?" Fluttershy asked.

Calcifer looked up at the yellow mare from his kneeling on the rocky ground, a painful expression on his face.

"They're here." He replied seriously.