Purple Flames

by askshadowthepikachu

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Crossover, Dark
Length: 963

Even some of the worst patients at Equestria Asylum are slightly sane.....But this one is different.

I actually feel terrible when I write this, cos it's just a teaser for an upcoming story that may or may not pass the sites guidelines.

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The Equestria Asylum is actually one of the safest places in Equestria. The patients are kept under control and everything seems okay.

That is until one patient shows up.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-20 15:20:02 UTC

I Can't Sleep

As Redheart walked into her room, she sighed. Her day had been busy to say the least. She had dealt with issues and the......new patient. He was a weird one. He liked to...'play' with is food. Well, less his food and more his cutlery. He really liked the cutlery. A lot. He especially liked to stab them into his arm.

As she was about to turn her light off, she heard a knock on her door. Groaning, she got out of her bed and opened her door. Standing in front of her was Pinkamena.

"There's an issue, Ms. Redheart." she said. "That new guy....He's making it hard to sleep, to say the least." Redheart frowned, turning towards the hall.

"What's he doing?" Redheart asked.

"He won't stop screaming." Pinkamena said, sighing. "It started off with mumbling, saying he was sorry he couldn't.....kill someone. Then he started screaming, like someone stabbed him...."

Redheart laughed. "I'm surprised that disturbed you. Alright, thank you for the information, Pinkamena. You can return to your bed now."  Pinkamena nodded, before walking off.

As Redheart walked down the hallway, the screaming seemed to get slower and slower as she got closer.

"Hello? Are you here?" Redheart asked, as the screaming became more like growling.

"I'm a little busy." The man growled, facing away from the pony. "She's a bit busy."

Redheart sighed, "Listen, Patient E-"

"Don't call me that."

"S-Sir, there is no 'she', you're in there alone. Now I know it's difficult being here but--" Redheart felt herself being knocked back by an invisible force. As her vision blurred, she felt something lift her up again, this time towards the cage bars. As she struggled to break free, she looked at the creatures face. He tried to gasp as her jaw began to ache from effort. Half of the patients face just......gone. Well, not really. But his eyes and mouth looked more like stitches on a doll than a face.

'You're interuption at lunch was un-needed, pony.' The creature snarled, it's visible eye flashing neon green. 'And she doesn't appreciate interuptions. Exspecially not during sacrifice time.'

Redheart's chest beat as the creatures voice got louder and louder, making her want to cover her ears and scream. 'What did he mean by sacrifice time?' Redheart thought as she gasped for air as her neck scraped against the cold iron bars.

'How would you feel knowing you died in the hands of a person you were meant to control?' The creature smirked, continuously banging the pony against the iron cage.

As she opened her eyes, she looked towards the patient one last time. This time, the stitchings had...dissapeared. Instead of having the right side of his face he had some sort of floaty substance. It was purple. It was warm. Redheart gulped, 'Yep. Defiently flames.'

As Redheart's lifeless body fell to the ground, a pink pony rushed up to her. "Redheart? Redheart!" The pony turned to her right to see Patient E-014 sleepy soundly in his bed. "Did you pass out?" Pinkamena thought out loud as she grinned. "Well, you aren't going to get back to your room by yourself. C'mon." Pinkamena grunted as she lifted the nurse onto her back, and walked down the halls back to her room.

As she left, laughter erupt from the cage. 'They'll know what it means to never wake up now, Spirit.'

The New Guy

"Next patient!" The mare yelled, as she rang a lunch bell. As she finished her sentence, she turned around to see one of Ponyville's most famous criminals in front of her.

"Hello, Miss." The pink pony smirked, holding out her lunch tray. "I suppose I'll have the usual." Her name was Pinkamena, or Pinkie Pie. Nopony really knew how she appeared. She wasn't the Pinkie from their world, she still existed. This one just...appeared one day and started baking her 'special' cupcakes. The cafeteria pony had actually had one once, before the secret ingredient was found. It might have sounded weird, but they actually tasted nice for the contents they had inside them.

"Thank you. Next patient!" She called, as Pinkamena walked down to sit next to Screw Loose, who was playing fetch with herself.

As she served lunch to the next pony, she turned to see a white pony walking through the double doors that led to the hallway. It was her friend, Nurse RedHeart.

"Hello, RedHeart." She smiled as the nurse walked up to her. As she got closer, the cafeteria pony realized her friends face was holding a grim expression. "What wrong?" The pony pulled her aside, as all the ponies in line sighed.

" Caf- uh-- Ms. Serenity-- That new patient is acting up again. He's......'playing' with his food."

Ms. Serenity, the cafeteria pony sighed, following her friend. "The usual?"

"The usual." Redheart said, walking over to the table where the new patient was sitting.

The new patient was more 'special' than the rest. He had to sit in a closed off area from the other patients, although he somehow got out.

"Hello, patient E-014, are you enjoying your food?" Serenity asked, softening her voice.

"Don't speak to her like that." He responded. "We're busy." Serenity and Redheart exchanged worried glances as the heard the patients reply.

"Listen....." Redheart said, picking up the knife in his hand. "We don't want to see you doing this again, right?"

"But.....I haven't even started blee-"

"Listen." Ms. Serenity. "It's not good for your health. And there's no such thing as.....that voice."

The man growled, standing out of his chair. "You're going to regret all of this."

Redheart sighed. "Yes, we all know. Just go back to your cell."

As the man walked away, the two looked at each other. "That kid isn't right."