Nothing Like Home

A Note from the Author:

                    I’ll be honest with you here... I love writing horror, and this was a fun project. I love everypony (except Spike, he doesn’t have a place in my heart) and I was kind of dying inside, killing off ponies.  But bringing my love of horror to the MLP fan base is so joyful; it was a pleasure to write this for both myself and the enjoyment I hope to hear from others. I invented a few new ponies and took the absence of explanations in Equestria’s history and used it to my advantage. I poured my heart into this project and reading it over, it definitely has given back the joy I’ve put into it. I originally started writing this so I could get famous before BronyCon and maybe sign some autographs, but now I’m more concerned on how the story will do as a whole. C.H. was my baby, and he has turned out to be a strapping character. So I should probably go write a letter to Celestia about what I’ve learned in the past 2 weeks, haha.  I hope you all enjoy, and I hope you visit my fan page. Maybe drop a “hello” and hell, if you have an idea for a story, I would love to collaborate! Also be sure to find me one way or another and tell me what you think of the story. Feedback warms my heart. :) (Also, this fan-fic is VERY long. It has a lot of explanations in it to keep the reader interested, so if you are just here for gore, you might wanna just skim it.)

Special Thanks to:

Brony Brien

Probably the most important. This pony was the one who started it all. He infected me with the magic of MLP. He was quite persistent, and I ended up getting addicted…

Brony Doug

A good friend who’s been a Brony longer than anyone I know, he was kind enough to give me feedback on my story. :)

Brony Jake

Another good friend who kindly gave me feedback on the story.

Wooden Toaster

Out of all the musicians, the most important. He opened my eyes to the idea of Glue-fic when I heard his song “Rainbow Factory” to put things in the sum of 3 words. “Mind fucking blown”.

The Living Tombstone

The first Brony musician I listened to; such amazing music. He played a huge part in my conversion into a Brony.

SaberSpark

His documentary “Ballad of the Brony” made me say “I guess I could watch at least one”

Mic The Microphone

He did a great Dramatic reading of a couple great Glue-fics, very inspiring!

The Balloon Party Project

Surely gave me something to listen to while writing!

Senntenial

A great musician... Kinda played the hell out of his music, haha.

J3W 83AR

Another fellow brony, who took his Friday night off to help proof read this.

Something you should know before reading:

                    This is what the fan base calls a Glue-fic, it is a horror fan fiction with plenty of gore, and when I feel out of hand, maybe some swearing. I DO NOT suggest reading this fan-fic if you love any of the ponies or background characters in this show. I cannot promise you the safe haven in your mind will still exist afterwards and I am in no position to be hiring a psychologist for anypony, so! Bronies and Pegasisters, you have been warned!

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Nothing like Home

ByDoc O’Malley

Prologue

“Welcome Ponies,

One and all,

To the exciting conclusion,

of Equestria’s Downfall.”

                Though every little pony notices the danger set outside the confines of their safe home of Equestria, very few realize the dangers within. Equestria has been threatened many a time by evil forces that prove to be sufficient and dreadful foes, but are quickly swept up by either Celestia or the six ponies who wield the Elements of Harmony. They have made a mockery of the dreadful world amongst them. Friendship… happiness… it rears such an ugly head within our world. If everyone got along, where would we be? We would have stopped progressing long ago. The harmony between the races of Earth ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns would never have been formed without a common enemy. Rushing to defeat the said enemy was the only way the ponies could advance to create a better future for one another. Such a shame they don’t realize it though. I had stood back to let things run their course for far too long, if you ask me. Princess Luna was one of my personal works, though I wish her fight had lasted longer, it did create a spur among the happy little fillies and kicked off my countdown for my return. It was only the beginning of my plan for all of Equestria. Creating a disturbance here and there was just a house warming gift to and from myself for my return.  A couple lovely little foals awoke my brother from his slumber a short time ago; it wasn’t exactly as exciting as I was hoping. Those dreadful elements shut him away, back into stone. Such a disappointment, my brother is. Though I will admit, many little ponies did their best to please me upon my arrival. I do appreciate a good gift from faithful followers, even if it isn’t successful at first. But I truly don’t need any gifts. I’m just glad you thought of me. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to write a letter to the princess. It’s almost time for me to return home. And I don’t want to miss my welcoming party.

“Dear my beautiful and young Celestia,

I’m sure you may have gotten the hint that I will soon be returning to my lovely abode. But, are you prepared? I wish to meet up with my first crush that oh so long ago parted ways with my dirty flank. I understand we don’t need to catch up, since you and I both know that my subjects have kept me well informed. I just wish to see your sweet face once again, and I do hope you have, in some way, missed me. And be sure to inform your little prodigy pony to attend our get together. I would love to meet the pony who sealed my brother back in stone. I’m sure she is just as pleasant as you.

Sincerely,

C.H.”

~Here is where our story begins, my dear ponies~

Chapter 1

A new day has begun in Ponyville. Sadly, today was the monthly downpour. Everypony stayed in their houses today for sheer safety. The Pegasi always seem to get carried away with these storms, creating a hazard for all of the other ponies who stray outside. Twilight awoke with a fluster. She fell out of her bed and rushed to the window; she adored the days where the Pegasi tailored a downpour across the fair town. She gazed at the sky with awe as the Pegasi screeched through the air arranging the torrential downpour. There was no interest left for any other pony because she was scouting for Rainbow Dash. On these downpours, Twilight arranges slumber parties for her friends and herself; it was an enjoyable way to spend time inside. She waited for Rainbow Dash to fly below the whispering gray clouds, and swung open her window. With a large grin on her face, Twilight waved for Rainbow Dash to come into her home.

Rainbow Dash’s expression turned sour. She only attended these slumber parties because the last time she refused, Twilight cried for 3 straight hours. But none-the-less, she attends them. The daring pegasus does enjoy spending time with her friends though. She has been so busy lately that she barely sees her great and amusing friends. Rainbow Dash flew up to the window with a half grin directed towards Twilight.

“Is Spike still asleep?” she asked quietly. Twilight, with a puzzled look, nodded and started to ask why, but before she could, Rainbow was gone. The pegasus quietly trotted up the stairs to meet Twilight. Behind her followed a tiny wisp of a cloud. It was so dense that the color had become almost solid black. With a large grin on her face, she whisked the puff of cloud over Spike’s bed. Twilight watched, un-amused with Rainbow’s childish pranks. Rainbow gave a hard kick to the puff. A shot of lightning descended upon Spike, and the young dragon proceeded to jump a good 10 feet. While Rainbow Dash rolled on the floor, laughing out loud, Spike tried to put together what had just happened.

“Rainbow Dash ser-“, Spike started to remark when the little cloud started pouring out all of the water it contained on Spike’s head. His looks of disgust made Rainbow laugh even harder, and at this point she was starting to tear up.

A knock on the door interrupted the intense laughter. Twilight answered it to find all of her friends grinning and holding large bags. She let them all in, giving each a proper greeting as they entered. She had scheduled the entire day so they would have as much fun as possible. Everypony started to unpack their things. They all gave each other a quick smile now and again while they picked out a spot to set up their sleeping bags. A loud roar came from upstairs, followed by green flames and smoke. Spike crawled down the stairs, holding an abnormally large package. With a look of agony, he threw the package at Twilight and fell asleep on the stairs. Rainbow let out another chuckle and made the gesture that she should get another cloud.

“That’s strange, Princess Celestia never sends me packages. Normally just letters”, Twilight whispered in questioning. She quickly unwrapped the package to find a book with a note on it. The book’s cover was blank, with wear and tear all around it. This surely had to have some importance; why else would Celestia send it on such short notice? Why not through the Pony Express? Twilight stared at the book with both confusion and curiosity. She put the book down and read the note carefully. Her face went dim when she realized that this was not Celestia’s writing. This scripture had a very jagged, yet elegant look to it, with the signature of C.H. along the bottom. The note read:

“Dear my lovely Twilight Sparkle,

I’m sure you are not aware of whom I am, and you may be wondering, ‘Who is this pony, and how did he send me this? I thought that only my dear Princess could send me such letters through my assistant Spike.’ But do not despair, my dear! I do not mean to scare you or harm your lovely life in Ponyville.

I just wish to invite you to a brunch tomorrow, here in Canterlot. I will be returning home and wish to meet the wielders of the Elements of Harmony, which means your friends are welcome as well, and I have such a story for you all! I can’t wait to see you! There is a carriage outside of your house ready to bring you up here for the occasion.

Also, I know you are quite the bookworm, such as myself, so I got you a little present. It is currently blank, but along your journey, you will find the words will soon become visible. It is one of my favorites! It surely keeps you on the edge of your seat! Well, I hope to see you tomorrow morning upon my arrival.

Sincerely,

C.H.”

Twilight rushed to her door to find a young foal in a golden suit with an innocent look upon his face. He squeaked,

“Twilight Sparkle? Father wishes for you and 5 guests to attend his brunch tomorrow, if you could so kindly come with me… ”

His sentence drifted off into silence as every pony stared at him.

“That is your father?” Twilight croaked as she held up the letter.

The foal chuckled and scuffed the ground,

“No m’lady, he isn’t truly my father. We just address him so, out of respect.”

He looked into the house and yelped,

 “EVERYPONY! It’s time to leave!”

The young pony smiled wholeheartedly at Twilight and gestured to the carriage.

“M’lady, we should probably get going”, he said, scuffing the ground once again.

                Twilight chuckled,

“I suppose so, come on girls we have an adventure planned for us. It should be fun!” Everypony, a little confused but not questioning Twilight’s judgment, slowly hopped up and made their way to the carriage. Spike, half-asleep, waddled over to the door with a scroll in his hand. Celestia had sent Twilight a letter, but she was already in the carriage. He took a step outside to hand it to her but the carriage took off. Spike took another step forward to chase it, but was stopped short by the small foal.

                “I’m sorry sir, Father said you were not aloud to the brunch”, the foal said in a deep and threatening tone.

“I just wanted to get this letter to Twi-”

A swift hoof to the face cut Spike short. The foal was no longer a foal, but a large black shadow. The door whipped open, Spike following through it. As the shadow seeped into the room the door slowly shut tight and the shades went down all through the house. A single candle was lit next to Spike; it was not lit with fire, but a blue wisping spirit, that quietly screamed in agony.

“You will not interfere with Father”, the shadow echoed with the same tone as Luna’s “Royal Voice”.

The shadow was now merely a black fog upon the floor. As Spike backed up against a shelf, the fog surrounded the floor around him. He tried to scream, but it filled his lungs and slowly started choking him. The fog grabbed his legs and started pulling him to the floor. Spike grabbed at his throat, trying to force air into his own lungs just to keep himself conscious for a few more seconds. The fog took the form of the young foal yet again, and dragged Spike closer with his long shadow specters. The small foal glared into Spikes eyes, and Spike glared back. There were nothing in his eye sockets.

“Father took my eyes from me long ago”, said the foal in a whining tone, “He told me it was because I could not see with the ones I had, they were tainted with the joys of dreams and aspirations for those I knew. When I gained these specters, I yearned for my eyes back, but no. Father said mine were tainted. I was not allowed to have them back. He told me to find a new pair, only a pair that had the emotions of being abandoned or helpless. You have the smell of the helpless. May I have your eyes?”, the foal asked shyly. Spike, with a muffled scream, flailed along the ground.

“Yes, please continue”, the foal chuckled. “It pleases me so, and when I present father with my new eyes, he will be so proud of me!” Spike went limp, pretending he was dead.

“No… You can’t be... I need you alive!” The foal screamed, “Father will be ANGERED if I get the eyes from a corpse!” The fog disappeared and the room faded to a thick maroon color. “WAKE UP!”, the foal called to Spike who was now cautiously breathing. A loud crack struck through the house, and shadows seeped through all of the windows and crevices in the area. A large specter was formed out of the shadows. It grabbed Spike and threw him across the room. Spike yelped, as his back was broken against the corner of the staircase. “Y-You're, alive?”, the foal sighed in relief. The specter grabbed Spike’s legs and dragged him back over to the foal.

Spike was writhing in pain and yelping whenever he could muster the strength to. “You dragons are so strange, your eyes are not just encased with eyelids, but scales and several protective layers as well. What a shame. More work for me!”.

The foal tilted his head and looked deep into Spike’s eyes. The baby dragon was put into a trance by the foal; he couldn’t look away from the eye-less pony who pinned him to the floor. The fog dusted over Spike’s head and pressed it firmly to the floor, while two specters grabbed the scales of his eyelids and held them open. He tried to squint his eyelids shut but it was hopeless, he continued to try with all failed attempts.

“ENOUGH!”, the foal screamed as he ripped Spike’s eye lids off with such a force that they took part of the skin and scales of his forehead and cheek with it.

“Such a mess”, the foal remarked in disgust with blood splattered across his face. Spike screamed as loud as he possibly could, which in-fact was quieter than a pin dropping. The foal had clogged his throat with fog yet again. Spike’s skin glistened under the light of that lost spirit upon the candle. Every tear that could be mustered up, was.

                The foal delicately slid one of the specters into the eye socket, carefully encasing Spike’s eyeball. He slowly pulled the eye out of the socket and turned it towards Spike.

“Aren’t you curious on how it is done?”, the foal asked in a sweet and caring voice. He started on the other eye.

“First, you have to carefully penetrate the eye socket, making sure that you don’t irritate the eyeball. They are very delicate.” Spike started to pass out from the stress upon his body, but a quick hoof to the stomach kept him awake. “Then you must encase the eyeball, pulling it out altogether is very important, and extending the eyeball as far as possible to ensure that you get as much of the connecting vein as you possibly can. And at the last moment, when you have pressure on both the patient’s head and eye, you p-”. At that moment, he snipped the eye with another specter; it made a squishy snapping sound. Spike passed out when the foal started on the other eye; it made the same dreadful snapping sound.

“Father will be so proud of me”, he said, grinning from ear to ear.

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