"Gather around everyone for I am Princess Celestia and I have a story to tell you all!" Yelled Princess Celestia.
Once upon a time there were some ponies who enjoyed doing pony things. Everyday they would wake up, eat some bacon, cause a ruckus in their house and then go outside to do pony things. Why would they cause a ruckus before leaving their house you might ask? Well if you were to ask such a question I would tell you why wouldn't they cause a ruckus. Causing a ruckus is part being a pony at least in this world of Ponyopolis.
The youngest pony was always the most rambunctious and first one outside and ready to do pony things for he wanted to grow up fast and for some reason he thought being eager and energetic was the way to go. No one had the heart to tell him he had terminal Ponyitus and would die before he was old enough to do real pony things. So as he was running in circles trying to determine which air was the tastiest air while waiting for all of his friends to wake up and be ready a new pony strolled into town. Finally after many circles he decided he couldn't figure out which air tasted better so he moved to a different spot as to not cause the air gremlins that he had just been eating any more problems. He figured why should I stick to one spot of air when I have all this space to breath!
"Hey" a voice from over the hill called out to him. " I saw you doing pony thing and it looks like fun! Mind if I join you?"
Shocked that someone had called out to him which doesn't normally happen since he is so young and weird and people outside of his small group of friends tend to avoid him he falls over and begins to panic. "Um uhh um um uhh " he stammers trying to regain what little composure he had "Yes I am doing uh pony things" he managed to choke out in the direction he thought the voice was coming from.
"Who are you talking to? I'm over here" the voice suddenly behind him caused the young pony to fall over again as he was just starting to get up. It turns out he is a terrible judge of location and where he thought the voice had come from was actually a cliff and he realized it was silly to think someone would just be hanging out down there waiting to startle him. As he turned around to see who had called out to him he sees a vague figure in his peripherals but as he blinked it was gone. There was no one there. Strange he wondered I know I heard someone there just a second ago. Thinking it to be just someone playing a joke on him he began to walk away but his legs suddenly weighed too much and he could barely move at a slugish pace. Panic started to set in.
He tried to say what is going on but couldn't move his mouth to speak. His heart feels like it is going a million beats a second. He has no idea what is going on. Everything is spinning and nothing is working. As the last little bit of strength fades from him he collapses to the ground and his eyes close.
An indeterminable amount of time goes by and he wakes up completely energized. He can't believe it he can move so freely now. Chalking it up to nothing more than a bad dream he ignores what has happens and walks back into town. Oddly enough everyone is missing. The vendors normally selling food and clothing have all disappeared. No other little pony are running around doing little pony things.
"Strange" he thinks to himself. "What is everyone doing?" Walking around the city his dream is now a thing of the past the memory was doomed to fade quick due to the young ponies severe case of A.D.H.D. Working up the courage to knock on random doors to no avail. Suddenly the sky starts to darken and his vision range fades. He starts running trying to escape the darkness and ends up knocking over a street vendor's stall. Furthering his panic he scrambles to get back to his feet when suddenly a fiery hot claw reach out and grabs him by the hoof.
"YELP!" he screams trying to kick free but it is futile. Suddenly powerless he feels himself being drug off somewhere that he can't even see. The pain is excruciating but he doesn't care. As he cries the heat from the claws cause the tears to scald his face. Sobbing he tries to say "Please stop why are you doing this" muffled by the sobbing and darkness his words go unanswered. Off in the distance he sees a sort of light and he thinks this nightmare might finally be over. As he nears the light however the last ounce of hope is immediately extinguished.
The slow pace he was drug is suddenly sped up greatly as he feels himself falling faster and faster. He loses track of time and he is still falling he feels himself getting sick but his body won't cooperate anymore he can't even throw up. He sees the ground off in the distance and he tries to struggle as it gets near and there is nothing slowing him down. Hitting the ground with a gut wrenching crack he feels every bone in his small body break. For some reason however he can still stand up it is as if nothing was wrong. Getting up and slowly looking around trying to figure out what the heck just happened a small thought pops up in the back of his head. Just as fast as he fell the thought races to the front of his mind literally knocking him over as he overwhelms all of his other thoughts. Just as it hits him and tears well up in his eyes muttering the words "Pony Hell" no sooner does he say this but everywhere around him erupts in flame and a deep sinister laughing floods his ears. It doesn't stop getting louder and louder he tries to cover his ears but it doesn't work. He turns to run away from it but there is no where to run he is on a small piece of land just seemingly floating there in a sea of fire. Turning around he sees that what was once before him has been engulfed in flame. Just as fear completely fills him he falls into the abyss never to be seen again.
A strange voice floats through the air "Delicious"
