The Living Creepypasta

"You didn't scare meh!" Apple Bloom said, covering up her true emotions.

"Yeah! M- me neither." Sweetie added.

"Sure." Scootaloo could tell her friends were lying, but she let it pass.

Silence remained in the room. Sweetie Belle remembered hearing the door knock a little while ago and be opened, but had never remembered hearing it close.

"Your dad is taking a long time with the front door, Scootaloo." Sweetie Belle said.

"Let's go see what is holding him up." Scootaloo replied.

The three fillies ran to the front door. Her dad stood very still like a statue. His eyes looked straight ahead out of the doorway and into the pitch black night. The outdoors were still, and the only sound was his heart beating. It became slower and slower every second. Suddenly he shook his head, and looked down. Then, he turned back around and closed the door.

"Dad... are you... okay?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yeah, Scoots. Why would you ever say that?" The stallion replied, an innocent looking smile on his face.

"You- you were standing there- this isn't right."

"What's not right?"

"You weren't moving."

"I was standing."

"But, you seemed frozen. Like a statue."

"I was looking outside, Scoot."

"But you can't see out there! It's pitch black outside!"

"My eyes adjusted."

"B-but, you- oh!" Scootaloo grumbled.

"You girls need to go to bed. It's getting late."

"But we still have fifteen minutes," Apple Bloom began.

"Go to bed. All of you." The stallion said, trotting off into his bedroom.

"He's probably just tired himself. You know how ponies act grumpy when they are sleep deprived." Scootaloo told her friends.

As the fillies slept in their new bedroom for the night, Scootaloo couldn't get her mind off why her dad was acting so weird. I've gotta investigate, she thought.

Scootaloo crept into her dad's bedroom. The stallion stood on his back legs; his front legs were on the window sill. His beady eyes looked out the window and into the calm night. In a quiet, crackling voice he mumbled slowly, "I-I can... feel it."

Feel what? Scootaloo thought.

"I am so close to d-d-discover-ring my true... b-body."

After a short pause, he continued. "T-t-t-that one p-pegasus that kept arguing with me- sh-she reminds m-me of my old self. But I w-was an earth pony. Still, I feel like my n-next target is going to have to be her if I want to stay a-alive..."

Scootaloo gasped. What is wrong with her dad? Why is he acting crazy? Has he always been this way?

Unfortunately, she had gasped too loud- her dad had heard her. "Who... was t-that?" The unnatural voice asked.

Scootaloo froze. If she ran, where would she go? If she went to her room, her friends would be in danger. If she stayed, she'd be the one in danger.

"I said, who-o was t-that?" The snake-like voice continued to hiss.

"Scootaloo." Scootaloo said.

"Oh, daughter! Have you been eavesdropping on me?" The stallion asked. Although his head was turned towards her, his eyes were still looking out the window.

"Dad! Dad! Daddy! Dad! Please wake up! Dad! This isn't you! This isn't normal! Daddy!" Scootaloo screamed out of divine fear.

"What's wrong? Can I not think out loud sometimes? Scootaloo, now, don't be all mistaken by my weird things I said! S-s-scootaloo!" The stallion held out a hoof towards his daughter.

"Don't touch me!" She shrieked.

"May I say something?" He asked. His voice, unlike how it had been for the past few minutes, was now calm.

Scootaloo didn't reply. She remained frozen in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Y-you look v-v-very t-tast-t-y..." he said. His mouth hung open, and drool leaked everywhere. Scootaloo screamed.

His eyes finally looked away from the window. They were completely black, except for a small red glow around the outside.

"Daddy!" Scootaloo screamed again.

"Y-you look v-very t-tast-ty..." he repeated.