Five Nights at Twilight's
The stallion watched from a tree he had teleported into the sky darken into night. Before him, his purple hooves twitched with the anxiety to hop down and go for it. But he had to wait. He checked the time on his watch, which was made out of amethyst. The violet accessory shimmered in the moonlight, or at least, what filtered through the leaves of it. It was 12:00, closing hour. The moment his watch chimed he was inside the Pizzeria, his fully white eyes glowing in the dark of night. He sped to the back of the building and jiggled the knob of a door he found there. When he found it locked, he gave a heavy huff and did a phasing spell that allowed him to phase through the locked door.
When he was inside, he welcomed with open arms the sweet scent of his old fiend, Sunset Shimmer. The ancient suit still had blood on it, which gave the suit a familiar scent he always loved that was strong enough to smell. He grabbed the hidden keys from a compartment in the back of the spring suit, then pulled the lever on the back and climbed in. A little tight, he thought as he moved his forelegs up and down, jogging in place. Then he cantered out with the keys in hoof. His magic aura filtered through the suit's artificial horn, and he levitated the keys into the lock. The door swung open with an ancient creak and sure enough, there stood 4 fillies and a little yellow colt. Just as his comrade had promised. Vincent spoke in his best impression of the forgotten animatronic "Hey kids! Want to come to a party in the safe room?" He smirked as they nodded yes. He brough them inside the room he had just ben, a soundproofed room called the 'Safe Room.'
They turned to ask him if he could turn on the lights or escort them to it's switch, but he levitated the suit's head off with a shrill laugh. "Oh, but why would I ever do that if you're going to die?" He declared with another bloodcurdling laugh. He teleported out of his suit, leaving with the now locked door. The foals backed away. He noticed the colt eyeing him with some kind of wonder. Then he hopped to his side, and levitated a nearby knife into his aura's grasp. The two gave a almost identical, final laugh before Vincent drove his horn into the first filly, who was in shock from disbelief of her friend's betrayal. His hooved turned from purple to red with his horn, as did his newfound comrade's. Soon the work was over. They panted together at the eyeless, toothless corpses about them. Vincent turned to the colt beside him. The colt looked up.
"4 down, 1 to go.." Was the last thing the colt ever heard from anypony before the stallion dove upon him.
He heard the keys of a worker jingle and turned his head to his watch. Shit! it was 6:00! Vincent spun his head about, recognizing the familiar faces of all 5 animatronic mares. The stallion ran to them, the 5 corpses levitating about his body. He stuffed them in one at a time, then teleported into the tree he had started, outside, uncaught, and sighed. The work was over.
And all there was to show was the forever-crying souls that looked upon the stallion who burst in, though the stallion could not see them.
