Nightmare Night was right around the corner. Ponies everywhere prepared for Nightmare Night by readying costumes, candy buckets, candy, spooky décor; all the things the pony mortals did that was basically the same as the human mortals did for Halloween, only it's Nightmare Night!
HOOOOOOOWLLL!
Twilight Sparkle, a purple alicorn princess of friendship (gag!) with stars as her butt tattoo also known as cutie marks, sat alone in her anti-social world of reading and learning magic; the best life ever! She also had a roommate of her own, Spike, a green and purple baby dragon. Twilight was a bookworm; she spent everyday in her library, reading and reading. She once thought that reading was safe, and that nothing could happen to the mortal while she read forever and ever... but she... was... WRONG!
"Hey, Twilight?" asked the dragon, "Did we get any new books?" he asked. Don't worry, this isn't as boring as it seems; stick with me now, I had forced the Solider to read it and even he liked it! I swear I am not lying to you...! Yes, I might of crossed my fingers-- SILENCE!
"I... don't recall." Twilight said slowly, "Do we have any new books?" she asked. She hungers for words to read, like the monster under your bed waiting to one day eat you! And, yes, tis true!
"Well, there's this one," the dragon said before he foolishly picked up the book and read the title aloud. "'Bomb... om... ... icon'...? I don't get--" before he could finish his final words of sanity, there came a noise louder than Soldier yelling at me to go to bed when I'm in the middle of brewing a potion. The explosion scared the weak little mortals, and they jumped back in surprise and huddled together!
"What's happening?!" she asked, as any other mortal that won't understand an obvious situation would say. The book floated it's way away from the shelf; lightening ignited against the will of the Pegasai in the background as it began it's reign of terror!
"Oh, hey! What's up, ay? Doin' much? So, where am I? Looks like a library. Mann, I'm tired of those places. They're boring, ya know, always havin' to wait till someone would scoop ya up for a reading. Well... not like you can, since opening me would just kill ya, ya know." the book spoke.
"Bombinomicon...?" asked the cowardly little dragon, who hide behind the legs of the bookworm.
"Yep, that's my name, buddy." it said before the pathetic purple horse shrieked.
"What are you?!" she demanded.
"Well, didn't your lizard friend just tell ya? I'm the Bombinomicon, haven't ya heard of me? I'm pretty sure I'm more famous than Lord of the Rings, right? Right? I dunno, lets go to hell now."
Before Twilight nor Spike could say a word, they instantly found themselves in an island with fire all around! "Hey there, friends, welcome to hell, is good stuff," said the Bombinomicon. "Now, fight to the death, what can you do?"
"What?!" the purple one whined.
"Well, your in hell now, and I'm the devil. And now, you fight to the death." Bombinomicon explained, but that stupid pony still couldn't understand!
"But... but... we can't just kill each other!" the dragon began to whine as well.
"Ah, yeah ya can. Burn her to death with your fire breath, push her into the fires of hell to burn her to death; ya know what? Screw it, just burn her or something. Fight to the death."
"But why?" asked Twilight.
"Well, because I told ya to, what can you do? Now fight to the death. If ya don't, I'll make the baby dragon's head a bomb; how does that sound?"
The purple horse didn't dare to question rather or not it could, so she thought for a moment. Thinking, why do people do that these days? I know Marasmus doesn't need any, BECAUSE I'M A WIZARD! So, anyway, the purple pony pondered for a moment before an idea came to her. She came up with something I hate most, a loophole!
"Spike," she whispered. The dragon leaned in to hear her plan. "I devised a plan; just play along." she whispered.
"Hey guys, um, your not plannin' anything besides fighting to the death, right?" the Bombinomicon asked.
"Oh, no, we're not." Twilight lied.
"Oh, alright, good. Now, fight to the death." The Bombinomicon repeated.
"As you wish." she replied, and winked to the dragon. She walked up to him, and softly pawed a hoof at him. "Take that!" she said as the dragon feel to the ground.
"Ohhhh you got me!" Spike said as he raised up a claw. "I'm... dying... I... lost..." and then, he died. For real, actually. MAHAHAHAHAHA!
"WHAT?!" the purple one shrieked-- wait a second... you can hear Marasmus? But, that's not-- "I know that spell your using! It's a story telling spell, where you can control a pony's life temporarily and alter what will happen around them. The victim won't be aware until the caster makes something happen or control an action of the victim, making everypony around them aware! This is dark magic your using! Who are you?! Discord, is that you?"
What? Me? No, I'm not Discord; that's my room mate 3,000 years ago. I'm Marasmus, the most evil wizard... OF ALL! "Sure." Twilight said... rather dully, actually. Purple one, what is wrong with you?! Your friend is dead! "Not for long," she replied, her expression unamused. "Indeed," she replied. "I said temporally; the spell can only last for one day or night depending on which you chose. You can torture me, you can even kill me, but by the end of the story, Spike and I are going to wake up in the library with not a single second past, and none of this ever happened." she explained her foolish explanation, fool!
"How so?"
You see, what you are talking about is the old model that is so 1387. This is the 1563 version, the latest model that I got from a drill Sargent fairy!
"Drill Sargent fairy?"
Don't ask. Basically, in this version, once when you die in a story, you're dead in reality!
"WHAT?!" she exclaimed for the third time. Seriously, stop doing that, I'm getting tired of-- "Spike!" she cried... oh, hell, here we go... she did all that stupid sappy stuff. She sobbed, she cradled the dragon, all that boring, sappy stuff...
"Hey, Marasmus, my mann; ya mind if I take over?" asked Bombinomicon. Sure, why not. Bonzo and I are getting bored of these... feelings. "Sure, mann. Okay, here we go; yo, Twi, stop cryin'."
"Go to Tartarus!"
"Yeah, I kinda like hell better. Plus, Tartarus already belongs to that flame-haired fella. So, how about you get yourself a gift--"
Suddenly, a blast of purple light blasted... and he's magic proof. No, scratch that, he's EVERYTHING PROOF!
"No!" the purple one cried.
"Yeah, sorry there; nothing you can do about, like, anything, ya know. So, with that set; I want you to fight to the death."
"With whom?" the purple one asked her foolish question. Suddenly, Applejack ended up in hell! "No!" Yes!
"What the hay is goin' on?!" asked the country cow pony, as stupid as it sounds.
"Applejack, it's hard to--" the purple one attempted to explain.
"Hey, welcome to hell! It's the best place, yeah? Oh, everybody loves hell. I'm the devil, nice to meet'cha. Now, fight to the death." Bombinomicon explained instead.
"What?!" the orange one exclaimed; not the purple one, but still annoying. So then, the fire starts to rise and-- OH NO! It's the Japanese people; the Japanese mafia has arrived! I must go!
[url= https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11585448/1/The-Haunted-Tales-of-Merasmus ]To Be Continued[/url]
