A Nightmare on Pony Street

         As Twi walked home, ready to figure out what the hell these dreams were about, Rarity sat bored as she had ever been. The last time she had been this disinterested in something was when she taught her little sister how to cheer.

It had been a nightmare, Sweetie Belle, for the life of her, couldn't pull off some of the most simplistic moves. Rarity had taken it slow, and was gentle with the young girl. In the end she decided that Sweetie was still to young for cheering. Sweetie belle had been quite disappointed, but decided her sister was probably right.

Rarity was captain of the cheer squad, but despite that, she didn't like very many people on the team. She found most of them to preppy and shallow. Rarity was a bit shallow herself, but she didn't overdue it.

One example was last week, "Hey if you're so good at cheering why do you hang out with the bottom of the barrel?" Britney had asked. She looked like some stereotypical dumb blonde with huge tits that you'd find in a horror movie. It didn't help her in that regard that she was the slut that had slept with Rarity's boyfriend.

Rarity was smart, and knew that the relationship wouldn't last forever. But that still didn't lighten the blow. She knew it had to end eventually, but why did it have to end that way.

"Now listen here you whore!" Rarity snapped, "A slut like you has no right to talk bad about anyone, let alone my friends. They're the best people I could have hoped to meet, and I know they'll stay by my side through thick and thin. But you, you have friends that would betray you the second they got any kind of dirt on you." She held her friends close to her, she loved them all like sisters. Especially Applejack who had helped her immensely with forgetting about Jeff.

"Aw is someone mad that their boyfriend preferred me over you?" Britney asked laughing.

The only response Rarity gave was a deafening slap that echoed through the locker room. The slap left a giant, purple bruise and Rarity was pretty sure she knocked a tooth loose. She had been given a warning considering Britney had been in a fight earlier that day, and because this was only the second time in her academic career that she had been in trouble.

Rarity came back to the present when their teacher, Ms. Moon, smacked a hand down down on her desk. Ms. Moon had been nicknamed 'Nightmare Moon' because she was notorious for giving harsh punishments. She once gave Big Mac a referral for daydreaming.

"Are we daydreaming?" Nightmare moon asked in her sinister, serpent like voice.

"N-no!" Rarity lied.

"You're lying, and you're also lucky because I'm in a good mood. I'll let you off with one warning and that's it!" Nightmare snapped.

What? Did you're husband touch you for the first time. Who am I kidding, what husband?  Rarity thought, "Thank you Ms. Moon." She said hiding a humorous smile, with a grateful one.

"Hm... You're welcome." Nightmare Moon said, "Stay after class though."

Rarity groaned but nodded. Nightmare Moon had done this before. She kept kids after class until there was maybe thirty or less seconds to get to their next class. And she didn't write you a pass. Luckily for Rarity, her next period was literally right next door.

The class continued as it did normally, which was enough to put Rarity to sleep.

Rarity's was simply her sitting in class, in fact she was unaware that she was even beginning to drift off. Everything felt normal.

At least did until Nightmare Moon stopped talking, and just stood there. It was creepy, Nightmare Moon usually talk from the second she had the students had their books open to the end of class. Her silence was unnerving, as if you had just watched a man's sanity break right before you.

All of a sudden she brought her hand to the chalkboard, she was wearing a clawed glove The clothing item made her look as if she had claws on her hand. Rarity looked around and saw that nobody else seemed to notice. In fact they looked like Ms. Moon was still teaching.

Ms Moon dragged the claws down the chalkboard. The screeching, and excruciatingly painful, sound echoed throughout the room. It sounded eerily similar to screams of pain and agony, which scared Rarity.

Rarity covered her ears and closed her eyes tightly. She felt literal pain in her ears; not the normal discomfort that comes from nails on a chalkboard. But the again, these weren't exactly nails.

After a painful eternity of that wretched sound, it stopped. Rarity slowly opened her yes, and saw the classroom, but it was drastically different. It was burned out, like a fire had swept through there in the short seconds that she actually was in pain, "What the hell!?" she exclaimed her breathing increasing in speed.

No one was in their seats. She felt as they left her for dead in whatever inferno had raged though this hell hole that was once a classroom. A feeling of loneliness and sadness swept over her, she felt truly alone.

Then she finally noticed there was someone else in the room, "Ms. Mo--?"

"So think she was a nightmare, I'll give you a real nightmare." A masculine growling voice spoke.

"Nice Christian Bale impression." Rarity joked.

He gave no response. He simply turned around and stared at her. He was in a brown, burnt fedora. He was wearing a Christmas color striped, ash covered sweater that made Rarity want to laugh at him. His lower half couldn't be seen because the desk obstructed her view.

"You think you're funny don't ya?"

"Yes in fact I--" Rarity was cut off as his burnt left hand wrapped around her neck.

"I'm gonna tell you something, YOU'RE NOT!" he snapped.

"Oh is this some kind of game, want me to be the helpless cheerleader? Here let me put on my acting face. 'Please god help me'!" Rarity mocked.

"I'll send you to god!" He yelled stabbing her in gut, all for claws sinking in as deep as they would go.

Rarity couldn't believe what she felt. She threw her head back and scream in agony.

The burnt man dragged her up and removed the blades from her intestines, "Still think this is a joke."

"You're just a dream." Rarity said before spitting some blood.

"No, I'm a nightmare, you're nightmare." The burnt man seemed like a man possessed as started cutting and stabbing all over her body. After three minutes he finally stopped.

Rarity spit his eye so in turn he threw her out the window. She landed, glass shards stuck all over her soon to be carcass.

Her body began to spasm, she had been thrown from the third story of the school. She tried to get up, but trying to move her arms slammed her head into the ground.

His drum like footsteps could be heard in her one good eardrum. She tried every possible movement but it too late. He kicked her over and brought his four blades close enough together to be looked at one blade. Her stomach was slashed open revealing her pink and squishy intestines. Red was splattered among the pink.

With his ungloved hand, he used her to own guts to strangle her. Rarity had a lot of fight but she was starting to wane. In his last act of cruelty, he hung with her own intestines.

"We should hang out again, bitch!" The burnt psycho said laughing.

"W-what are you?" Was her last words.

The last thing she heard before joining god was, "I am Freddy!"