Insanity: My Immortal Enemy

by writingiscool

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Suicide / Self Harm, Profanity, Gore, Violence, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Death, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Other
Length: 11451

A human Peyton finds himself going through events that break his sanity slowly.

A young human boy finds himself waking up in a land of ponies to find that he has committed a murder.

Note to all new readers as of 2018: The content represented in this story is not representative of my later writing projects. This is merely one of my first few excursions into writing and is therefore quite roughly patched together from concepts I took inspiration from at the time. At a later date, this story will be refined once I feel my writing skill is satisfactory enough to attempt a rewrite. For now, if you wish not to read this I will soon provide a link to a blog that summarizes the story for those who just want to get into the new stuff. Additionally on the blog you will find links and passwords for some of the planned stories that never truly went through.
Blog: https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/801567/summary-of-insanity-my-immortal-enemy-for-in-another-life-readers-and-some-other-goodies

Published 2016-01-23 22:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-02 19:44:02 UTC

Hunted

It is with my sincere regrets that I must tell you the tale of how I became one of the most infamous murderers and villains in Equestria's history. My body count being in the thousands at the end of my tale, of where I am now describing this terrible story of terrible deeds that I have committed, without even a shred of remorse sometimes. You see, the end sometimes never justifies what a person or pony has done. Instead of falling victim to my sins, and having to die young, I grew old and feeble. My life spanned across hundreds of years. And it is of my utmost importance that I finish this horrible tale before my life ends.

I still have much to say, yet. So get ready for a ride.

I briefly opened my eyes, light flooding in from the window that stood stoically across from me, about two feet off the floor. I blocked my eyes with my hands, feeling around for the sunglasses I always kept on my nightstand. I gripped the smooth surface of its lens, and quickly put them on. I grabbed for the covers, flinging them off. I pulled myself up, groggily, yet with no haste in mind. I had no reason to get up in the first place. It was Saturday anyway. I could've just stayed in bed, but for some reason, my brain told me to get up.

I grabbed one more thing before going to the bathroom. It was the most important thing to me, ever. I never ever went anywhere without it. I felt its hard, and leathery cover on my hands. My dry throat ached, and I knew it was finally time to go get ready like usual.

I walked into the polished, smooth, and marble covered floor of my bathroom. I stepped onto the rug, being careful not to step into the piss stains on the floor. I grabbed my toothbrush from the surprisingly clean counter, and began the usual grind of brushing teeth, taking a shower, using the bathroom, and then getting breakfast.

Well, it wasn't as simple as that.

I finished in the bathroom, walking to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of cereal. I silently questioned why my mother wasn't up and fixing breakfast for herself, but the answer came in the form of a note on the fridge, which was decorated with drawings I did. They weren't anything special, but they were some of the art I did over the years.

I disregarded my work, and gently pulled the note off the fridge. It was yet again, another explanation of why she was gone.

Apparently, she had gone up to the doctor's office.

"Seriously mom? I thought you got your irritable bowel fixed last month," I grumbled. I wasn't in the best of moods currently, but I would make do.

I ate in silence, not thinking about anything too much. I just slowly chewed up the disgusting soggy oats. Something about a diet or some shit. Wait, why did I just swear? Oh well.

"It stares down on me, its eyeless face looking into my soul. It leans downward, its black appendages writhing on its back. He raises his hand to my face, forcing me to look. Static fills my ears, and despair is slowly forcing my muscles to go slack, but it does not let me faint."

"Agh, shit!"

I gripped my head, keeping myself from collapsing by bracing myself on the counter. My breakfast of cereal spills onto the floor, the plastic bowl bouncing on the tiled surface.

I held my cranium in my hands until it stopped hurting. By the time it did, I found myself sitting against the cold wood of the cabinet under the counter. My head throbbed a few moments more, and then I forced myself up.

I naturally grabbed the cabinet's fake gold handle, pulling it open. I shakingly grabbed for the tylenol or motrin. My hand came back with a medication I didn't even know, so I set it on the green colored, smooth surface of the counter. I reached my hand back, peeking up to guide my hand toward the right medication. I finally got it, opening it with practiced ease.

"A loud boom fills my ears, as my heart throbbed rapidly. I quickly sprinted from the teleporting monstrosity that is trying to murder me. The demon that hunts me was catching up, and my wheezing isn't helping my lungs. I have been running for so long, and my stamina is burning fast. I don't know how long it would take for him to kill me. I hope it would be quick."

"AGHHH!"

Agony ripped through me, causing me to drop the pills and fall onto the floor, curling into a ball as I forced my head into my hands.

I felt weird. Something was happening.

I felt grass under me. It was soothing, but it was very cold out here. My head had stopped hurting, so I pulled myself to my feet. I was a few feet away from a sign, which was old and covered in greenery, and surrounded by bright green shrubs. I also noticed a large town with strangely designed houses, also containing buildings with tacky color schemes. The environment was brightly colored, almost hurting my eyes. A brownish bag was on the ground, sitting next to me.

I grabbed the leather purse, feeling a bit weird that I was just magically given one.

I opened the bag, seeing something reflecting my face.

But the object wasn't what made me scream.

It was the face that reflected off of it.

Light brown hair.

Sclera black.

Green pupil.

Black iris.

Normal skin.

Blood on my face.

A permanent grin stretching across my face.

A yellow and pink pony bloodied behind me.

A cute little motherfucking horsie walks up to me.

She says something.

"Hello? Are you lost, you poor little critter?"

I slowly replied.

"Fresh meat. This will please tHe OpErAtOr."

A knife sails through the air, but the little pony dodges my attack.

She may be shy, but she had dealt with angry animals before. At least that's what I deducted.

The stupid fucking pony moved like lightning, so I had to be one step ahead of her.

She rushed forward, attempting to simply disable me. I couldn't afford that.

As soon as she reached me, I side-stepped as fast as possible, causing the yellow pegasus to crash into a tree. It was too late to do anything.

She realized that as my knife stabbed into her neck, the shock was what most likely killed her.

I ripped and tore through the flesh, streaks of crimson flying into the air as I dissected the pegasus. The meaty chunks that I cut her into would surely please my Hunter, perhaps enough to stop hunting me for some time.

I removed the parts that He surely would not like, but placed them in a pile beside my work.

"AHHH!"

I gasped loudly as I woke up in a dark field. I felt something wet on me, a stench of death around the area.

I dreaded looking at my hands.

I dreaded finding blood on my body.

But it was there anyway.

The red substance covered me, obviously not mine.

Even then, I still did not have comfort.

I had just killed someone or something. And I didn't even clean the crime scene up.

I don't wanna die. Please.

Murderer

"Oh god... I'm a murderer..."

I muttered to myself, sobbing softly into my hands.

But I knew that they would find out what I did. I understood that they would find me, catch me, and kill me in the most painful way. But maybe, what I just did gave me one of the best opportunities of my life. You see, even though I just committed the ultimate crime, perhaps I just did one of the most insane things in history, but I might've just done the most important thing ever.

Because I murdered an innocent, I just saved thousands in the long run.

Butterfly effect.

A butterfly in Maine flaps its wings. A hurricane strikes China.

But in this case.

A young boy murders a small sentient pony. A being of darkness chases an impossibly lucky young boy to its own death.

It's funny that way. History is impossible, and explanation is difficult.

I forced my tears to stop, I needed to get away, I needed to run.

So I did, I ran, stepping over roots and random debris from the trees that surrounded me. I jumped over holes, I dodged around trees, and I leaped over fallen trees. Even though I had sprinted at least a mile away from my position, I continued my long run, until I could no longer run. I fell over into the dirt, gazing up into the leaves of the darkened trees. The canopy was foreboding, barely any light seeping beyond the thick branches and numerous leaves.

I breathed heavily, taking in my surroundings. I realized that this wouldn't be appropriate for a fire, as the smoke would become trapped and cause me to choke on the strong and toxic fumes.

So, I pulled myself to my aching feet, and ventured forth to find a clearing. As I slowly strolled my way through the thick underbrush of the forest, I found myself blinded by light. I must have traveled only a few yards, which is to say that the clearing wasn't far from where I was recently.

I looked up in the clearing, seeing that the sun was in the middle of the sky, and it wasn't even up when I was at the field. I figured that I just lost track of time.

I disregarded this, and began preparing the area to make a small campfire. In the chilly night, this would keep the pesky mosquitoes away, as well as warming myself. Even then, it could possibly get me spotted. I had only one choice, to make the fire here. If I tried to do it outside of the clearing, I would surely suffocate from the smoke.

I had worked for some hours gathering fire wood, and remembering how to start a fire. If I remembered correctly, which I did, you simply rubbed two sticks together. As I did this, I remembered science class. Friction is key.

Waiting. That was my only thought. I waited, and waited, and waited. And then, I realized that it was night. So, I quickly rubbed the sticks together, creating the flame. I began tending to the fire, poking it with a stick. I started putting some wood onto the burning inferno, as I moved the flame around the makeshift fire.

As soon as I finished making the fire, I felt tired. I was fatigued from my venture into these woods, and emotionally taxed. But, as I began to lay down, I heard a noise.

It was a scream.

"GO GO! You've got to find out what that was!"

My brain yelled at me, forcing me to use what little energy I had left to find where that scream came from.

I ran, as fast as possible. I could feel my every muscle burning, agony spread across my body like wildfire. I sweated from my brow, even in the chilled night. My leg muscles rapidly moved, and my feet with them. I knew what I was doing, and my brain screamed at me to not do it. If I did reach the scene, I would imagine that insanity would grip me, forcing me to kill whoever made the sound.

But, I still sprinted toward the place where I would find the makers of the sound. And I would also find the most terrifying animal I had ever saw, at the time.

I reached the cliff, seeing a large lion creature. It had a scorpion tail, bat wings, and the body of a lion. Manticore. Greek mythology. It was even more horrifying in person. The beast had three small equines backed up against the edge of the cliff.

One of them was white, with a pink mane and tail. It had green eyes.

Another had yellow fur, red mane, and yellow eyes.

The final one was orange, a purple mane, and purple eyes.

As I analyzed the situation, the Manticore sniffed the air, turning to look at me.

It had just sensed a tastier meal, and a meal with much more meat.

I knew that look in its eyes. It was only a glint, but I realized what that look was. It was the look of a predator who had found satisfying prey.

I closed my eyes, panicking, and waited for a blow that never came.

I opened my eyes, seeing that I was not only alive, but lying safely on the grass. A dead Manticore lie only feet away from me. A bloody knife was in my hand, but there were no small equines, thankfully.

I rose to my feet, not feeling any emotion for that horrible creature.

I looked over the cliff, gazing down at the spiky rocks and jagged edges below. I hoped no one had ever met their doom by falling down there.

I walked back to my campsite, reaching it at sunrise. I had run a long way to the cliff, but not long enough for the sun to have come up. It was obvious that I passed out on the grass many hours ago.

I sat down in front of the dying flames, contemplating my next move.

Scarlet Streaks

Morning. It was morning. I had passed out during the night, probably due to my fatigue.

So, I got up. I looked around the early morning forest, seeing leaves slowly descending from the branches of their trees.

I looked at a small leaf, it was red, and yet it reminded me of something. It reminded me of the deer my grandfather skinned two years ago, which was my first time seeing the guts of a living creature spilling out, streaks of crimson on its brown body. The scene was bloody and horrible, but I did not barf or run away from the scene. For some reason, it entranced an unknown part of me, seductively whispering to me. I still saw it in my nightmares, its blank face stared straight through me, but I saw a face of horror. It's neck was broken, but I had nightmares of it crawling out of the vents and eating me.

I felt like something was crawling all over me as I remembered that little piece of information.

But, I knew that I had better things to do, more important than reminiscing.

Like paying attention to the large motherfucking reaper horse in front of me.

Yes, I swear. In that moment, a horse, not pony, had seemingly appeared. He brandished his scythe at me, and then rushed forward, slicing through me.

I woke up with a startle.

I found myself on a riverbank. I was soaking wet, tired, and of course cold. I pulled myself upwards, hoping not to strain a muscle. But, sometimes hoping doesn't work. As soon as I got up, white hot agony shot through my legs, which were not only hurting, but appeared to have cuts on them.

I quickly tumbled over, into the dirt. The dirt here was cold, and muddy. The thick goop-like substance was all over me. I had the worst morning ever, and that nightmare was horrible. I looked over my body, noticing a large wound on my chest, but it had already stopped bleeding, thankfully. But I knew, even if I was somehow hurt in the night, it would be illogical for an animal to injure me, and then toss me in a river. This obviously must have been done by a sentient being, or myself attempting to do something stupid in my sleep.

But then it hit me.

I looked around, looking for a shred of proof to prove my theory correct. And then, I saw a rainbow maned blue pegasus's body nearby. The equine must have injured me as I fought her off, which meant that I must have drowned her after a long struggle. I also noticed another thing. It was a small glinting object, embedded in the pony's chest.

I gathered my bearings, dealing with the pain that made me basically immobile. I tried a few more times to get up, until I finally managed to limp my way across the river, ripping out the object which was obviously the knife I found in that bag a day or so ago.

Wait. Speaking of that bag, where was it? I looked around the river, until I decided to roll over the pegasus. I discovered my bag covered in the thick red substance I always call blood. But, the stuff was dried. Let me tell you, dried blood is a pain in the ass to clean off ANYTHING. But, even then, I couldn't possibly care all that much. That bag contained something other than the knife, it had to have. There was also a slight bulge in the bag, unnaturally forcing the material to stretch outwards slightly.

I gripped the bag, and pulled it out from under the weirdly heavy pony. It soon was flung into my face, almost comically. By the time I pulled myself together, I saw the bag's contents all over the dirt below. A black jacket had come unfolded on the grassy floor. And along with it came a small box full of odds and ends, but most of the box's contents were some survival items, such as a lighter and pocket knife. But, most of the box's space was taken up by a small cylinder filled with lighter oil for the aforementioned lighter. But, the box wasn't of too much interest, as I was more interested in the rations. I had been starving, as I only had cereal a few days ago.

But, the food must wait, as I must assess my situation. This included sorting through this bag. Even though I felt like my stomach was on fire, I must continue this task.

I searched around the landing site of the items from the bag, finding a small black leather journal. The book was old, and seemed to be filled with notes. I decided not to open it, as it may do something. I deposited the book into the bag.

Suddenly, my vision seemed to blink. A loud boom filled my head, causing me to fall to the ground. I quickly put all of the items in their places, and put them back in the bag. I didn't have time to examine the other items that fell out of my bag, only time enough to put them in my bag. I jammed the knife that I had grabbed into a pocket on my bag.

I then knew what true fear was.

My hunter had almost caught me in that moment. But I didn't know that, because I had been forcing myself to go an impossible speed away from the river. But, even though I had just panicked and ran from a noise, somewhere deep inside, I knew there was a small little voice. It screamed one sentence.

"It will only find you again."

Even though it was still so tiny, it made my mouth fill with bile, nausea overtaking my senses. I would have thrown up then and there if I wasn't running from a beast of pure darkness. The Hunter would catch me if I fell or stopped for such things. I couldn't afford that.

There was always one thing I questioned through every second of my life. Was existence defined by being alive or simply having your atoms somewhere in the universe? Was existence something that can fade and resurface? And why was existence so painful, yet satisfying in some aspects? Better yet, what is a sentient being's purpose in their existence? To evolve and adapt to their surroundings, to survive everything thrown at them, or to serve a purpose unknown to them? But then, how do they know when they have completed their life? I questioned this so much in my room, as I sat at my desk, flipping a one dollar coin. But those days would be gone for the rest of my existence. Those mundane afternoons and mornings of monotony.

Now, I was sprinting through a forest of enchantment, running from a being who would stop at nothing to consume my soul.

Funny how your life can change in seconds, isn't it?

The leaves of this darkened forest seemingly jumped in front of me, trying to slow me down. But I had no reason to let them do so. I blindly ran down through the thickets and jumped over the bushes in my run. I could see a light in front of me, mere meters away.

I ran as fast as I could toward the light, and burst out of the shrubbery and greenery of the forest.

And then I realized that my life was about to become much more complicated.

The Deep

Something was off.

It wasn't the scent in the air, or the blood pouring out of my leg, but rather something was off with the atmosphere. Something stirred deep inside of me, filling me with a noticeable amount of crushing fear. I felt a shiver down my spine, goosebumps spreading across my body. I swore I saw a strange shape walking from the shadows, but nothing was there.

I forced my eyes open, clearing the darkness from my vision. The last few minutes were all missing from my memory. I remembered bursting through a green and thorny bush, but then nothing else. Even as I focused my mind on the missing time period, I got nothing.

Perhaps, I could pull myself up, walk around, and think.

That was the worst idea I ever had.

Searing white hot pain shot through my leg, making me cry out as loudly as possible. Suddenly, the dark consumes my vision once again.

I was floating in a white room. The room was ornately decorated, containing completely white furniture. I slowly touched my foot down, and strode forward, finding a door at the other end of the room.

However, the door seems out of place.

A green door in a white room? How does that make sense? I was tempted to find white paint for it, until it grew eyes and turned into an amalgamation of what seemed to be a dragon, goat, and manticore. If there were more parts, I was too shocked to notice.

The being spoke, seemingly rising above the volume of normal speech.

But I wasn't paying attention. At least not until his head popped off and jumped around, doing somersaults until it jumped up and yelled in my ear.

"Pay attention, my dear boy. I have some very good news for your predicament, if you would lend me your ears!"

As soon as he said that, my ears were being juggled in his... Hands? Or talons? I wasn't all too sure.

"For your doing a favor for me, I shall give you anything you want. But..."

He got serious, his voice coming down to a normal level of decibels, and my ears returned to their rightful places. His head was on his body, and then he spoke with the most serious voice he could muster.

"If you fail this task, I will have to remove you from the equation."

And just like that, he disappeared, leaving behind a garishly colored room.

In the center of the room a USP Match was on a table, silenced and all. A few magazines were on the table as well, so I picked it all up.

As soon as I put away the magazines, loaded the gun, and felt its rough grip, I was whisked away from the dream.

I awoke, my leg fully healed and the gun by my side, feeling some paper in my hands.

I felt the gritty stone surface with my hands as I pushed myself up, coming to a standing position and looking at the paper.

It was a hit list. He wanted me to kill the rest of the 'mane six', two of which I had already murdered. I looked down at the gun, thinking something. I picked up the weapon, cocked it, and put it to the temple of my head. Oh how foolish I was to think it would be that easy to escape.

Suddenly, I passed out.

The gun was in a holster. That pesky other version of me has no control until I give it control again. But I don't intend to until my task is finished. Once I am gone, he will confront that amalgamation, and I will take over. I will send him away, while I end everyone else in this pitiful universe.

But, before I can do any of that, I must execute my targets. Priority one is Princess Twilight Sparkle, the prestigious owner of the Element of Magic and also the Princess of Friendship. She must be eliminated hastily, in order to make sure that the bitch cannot do anything to stop me, as she is the most skilled mage in this land.

BOOM!

Mud, dirt, and foliage flew as a blue pony made herself clear. The pony was wearing a wizard's hat, which was modified to have some cylinders of transparent rainbow fluid attached to it, like shotgun shells attached to an M1. The pony was armed with some sort of pistol, which fired the cylinders' contents, which were like plasma.

'A magic gun?' t'was my first thought. And indeed, it was. The weapon fired, a blue glowing material spreading out from the muzzle of the weapon. I observed the weapon closely as this pony fired at me, dodging and shooting back with the strangely recoil-less USP Match. The sound of bullets and the shriek of the magic pistol was deafening, my ears screaming and clawing at my brain to stop, but the pain of my ears warring against my brain was overpowered by the sting of the magic weapon hitting my shoulder, burning it severely.

However, I had landed many a shot on the pony, bringing it down to the ground. The weapon it held clattered on the ground, bouncing off a stone and landing a foot away from me. I approached the pony, leveling my weapon to her head. The pony weakly spoke, grinding its vocal chords together.

"W-where you see one pony, I see more..."

And indeed I did I saw more. Two more of her, magical clones, stood. They reached for their magic pistols, but I had landed a double head shot, using the original's MP as a secondary. Before she could mumble more, attack me, or summon more clones, I blasted her pretty little head to the heavens, my USP exploding the pony's brain.

I grabbed some magic cells, naming my new pistol the MP1. Strangely, when I fired the weapon last, it was yellow. I disregarded this fact and left the clearing.

Forestling

I was stood on a cliff, the gritty surface under my feet, overlooking the darkened forest below. I could see the bright colors of the town from afar, the place milling with hundreds of brightly colored ponies, as if it was a rainbow vomited all over the ground. But there was something missing.

There wasn't a certain pink pony leaping and carrying on being happy.

I had been tracking her for days and nights, learning all of her darkest secrets. I had to stealthily sneak through town during the inky black darkness of night, and I had to gaze from afar in the brightest light of day. I knew her routine like the back of my hand, and my intention was to figure out if she was as pure as she seemed to be. I didn't want to kill anyone, but it just wasn't my choice to make then, because if I didn't, I would be controlled by my dark side.

I knew she was hiding something. I had seen her with her trickery and deceit showing, placing her facade of a smile onto her face.

She was a murderer of the highest caliber, I had seen her kidnap a pony. I followed her to her basement full of sickening body parts, which were cut, ripped, and dissected from her victims. Her name was Pinkamena Diane Pie, and she was never a happy pony. She was a sick, deadly, murderer, that was infected by her delusions which could only be insane.

She was not only a murderer, but a cannibal. She baked her victims into disgusting cupcakes, which she fed to her customers and friends on a regular basis. Her routines of catching, killing, and making those cannibal cupcakes were what made me start following her. But she was a fool to think I couldn't follow her, find her basement, and then kill her. But there was something off about her. It wasn't what she did, but the way she acted. It was almost as if she wasn't the real Pinkie Pie, but I knew better. Her 'Pinkie sense' wasn't nearly used as much anymore, and even then it still didn't predict things right.

I had a sneaking suspicion that all wasn't right in the world, besides of course the Hunter, and me existing.

But nonetheless, my goal now is to execute the flesh addicted murderous pink pony who was the Element of Laughter. Little did I know of what she really was, a writhing parasite.

It was midnight, and only ten minutes till one o'clock, the time when Pinkie Pie would drag her chosen victim into the dark and dank basement where she would commit unspeakable crimes against pony-kind. This time, I wouldn't allow her to cut up and eat her chosen victim.

I looked around, before hiding behind the corner. I saw her drag the body groggily, her being silent. She didn't suspect a thing, and she wouldn't. She soon looked around, making sure nopony saw her taking the body to her basement, where she would attempt murder, but ultimately be killed. I noticed her also carrying some baking ingredients, most notably flour.

I grinned maliciously, realizing what the white powdery substance could do. I gripped both my knife and lighter, preparing a deadly attack that would leave her dead on the floor, burning.

She looked around once more, making absolutely sure she wasn't followed, before unlocking the hatch-like door to the basement, and stepping inside. The stairwell leading downwards creaked under the weight of her and her unwilling victim. I knew who she was going to mutilate tonight. And it would make my job much easier. I grinned as I saw the pony's white coat and purple mane, dragging on the dirty stone floor.

This was Rarity, the Element of Generosity, and friend to Pinkie. That sick bitch was going to kill her own friend.

Soon Pinkie Pie heard a creaking from the stairwell, but found nothing coming down it. She set up the table, placing her victim in its tight bonds. She then went to lock the door to the basement. She never expected the flour to suddenly be poured all over her, and then a fire caught all over her, burning everything around her. She was panicking, yelling, "SOMEPONY HELP ME!"

Rarity awoke, but I slit her throat, crimson splashing all over the place, a quick death.

Suddenly, the pink pony turned into a green bug-pony of sorts, grabbing a bone-saw while she burned. Her chitinous armor was being burnt through quickly, and I only had to dodge her attacks.

She soon crumpled to the ground and screamed in agony, the flames consuming the demonic creature that had taken Pinkie Pie's form and betrayed her friends with it.

I ran, jumping out of the basement as the fire consumed Sugarcube Corner, burning it slowly yet surely. The flames crackled behind me, catching fire on trails of flammable objects, such as trash and barrels.

The whole town seemingly was going up in flames.

I found my way back to the forest, and climbed to the top of the cliff I previously was on. I gazed down on the town of Ponyville, fireponies everywhere trying to douse the flames. The ponies who had common sense were being evacuated and rescued from their burning homes, going to Twilight's castle, which had a shield protecting it from the flames. Unicorns stood on the balcony and in the courtyard, fueling the shield while volunteers ran out, casting water spells and using buckets to help.

The carnage was satisfying to my dark half, and I knew that more than enough ponies were dying.

I grinned in satisfaction.

Demon

My next target out of the list would be Twilight Sparkle.

I had no choice. She was the most threatening being currently alive besides the other Princesses.

My biggest chance of killing her was the Ponyville Fire of 1,008 Memorial. She would be presenting a speech with the survivors of the fire, also known as her friend, Applejack, and the citizens. Applejack was slightly worrying, but a new addition to my body would help with killing her. Indeed the farm-pony had a strong buck, and could easily snap my neck if I wasn't careful. I had a feeling of deja vu thinking about her bucking me in the chest.

But nonetheless, I prepared. My first priority on my agenda was to prepare a bomb to deal with both of them, and get into position to take them out should they survive. My only goal was to kill them, and I would kill them indeed. The stage was set up among a small shelter for the homeless and the victims of the fire. It appeared that Celestia could not spare any guards to go to Ponyville. A few Canterlot workers were moving around, searching the remnants of the burnt homes and attempting to move rubble, so the construction crew could begin work.

The bomb was easy to craft and prepare, as I had stole some books from the castle on bombs. Not only this, but most of guards in the castle were out and about, helping with the repair effort. This gave me more of a chance to do this. The stage had been set up during the day, but I was able to plant the bomb that night. I knew the newly crowned Princess Twilight Sparkle could not possibly know of my devious scheme, that would surely kill her and her friend, Applejack. I made a psychotic grin as I thought of their mutilated bodies.

I was falling deeper into my insanity.

It was only an hour later that I noticed something. The injured ponies in the tents and on the gurneys were waiting for the Princess to make her speech. She appeared to be late.

Other than that, I only saw more repair-ponies trying to help with the cleanup. I didn't question how they managed to make the stone tablet with the golden plaque on it in the middle of town so quickly, which was the Memorial itself.

But then I noticed a glint in the shadows.

It was the fangs of a Lunar Guard in the shadows of an alleyway. Or was it something else? I crept closer, and frowned upon seeing the fact that it was a guard, whom I dispatched with a singular shot. I disposed of the body in a dumpster. I couldn't have any interference with my plans.

And then I wondered what that sound was....

Oh fuck! It was the speech!

I hurried back to my position, seeing that the speech had only recently began. Twilight had taken her place on the stage, Applejack providing herself as a bodyguard. The purple pony's mane and fur were frizzed, and her eyes were bloodshot, from crying and not getting much sleep likely. Applejack looked the same, except bits of her fur were burnt slightly. She had probably helped in the rescue of some civilians from the fire, and in that course of action got herself injured.

As Twilight spoke, I lined up my shot with the bomb under the stage, slowly squeezing the trigger.

A bullet flew, and time seemed to slow down. The bullet sailed through the air, hitting the bomb and causing it to explode.

Blood and guts flew, the upper body of a dead Twilight landed in the rubble of the stage. The blast had completely reduced Applejack to bits. A few ponies too near to the stage were caught as well, killing them.

I had completed my contract, and I had killed two high priority targets with one shot.

Panic ensued, as well as me taking potshots at fleeing ponies with both of my weapons. Some were reduced to goo or their heads were blown off. Some were bleeding out on the floor. And some were burning with magical fire.

I ran into the crowds, slashing them with my knife and claws, which I had gained mysteriously over the course of the night.

A stray pony ran up to me, bucking me in the head. It hurt, but then I muttered something.

"Ain't that a kick in the head."

And soon, the pony's neck was cut open, blood spraying all over the pavement and on me.

I began a cleanup, slashing and eviscerating, shooting, kicking, and punching my way through the crowds, causing a massacre. Ponies were lying dead on the floor, blood pooling under them, and some of them with their guts hanging out. The gore and blood was everywhere, and some ponies attempted to fight back, only resulting in them being cut open. This massacre was so large, that I was sure that there were no survivors.

Soon, three guardsponies arrived, leveling their spears.

One of them spoke out, "Creature! You will yield to the Equestrian military or be executed now!"

I was having none of that bullshit.

"Oh, you think you can take on me?" I strode forward, blood covering almost every inch of my body. A guard appeared green in the face, and vomited as I approached.

"I have single-handedly taken on a Princess, and killed her with no effort, and you believe that you can kill me? I have slaughtered a hundred of your kind, and I would gladly do it over and over again."

"At first, I believed that ponies were beings that deserved to live peacefully, without my interference. But then, something snapped inside of me. And now, I realize you are nothing but cannon fodder. So, take your death like a man."

I rushed forward, killing two guards in an instant, and then turned to face the one who yelled at me.

"P-please don't kill me!"

I slashed him across the neck, blood spraying like a fountain. He was choking, falling to ground. I grabbed his spear, and forced it through him.

He was dead before I even impaled him.

I chuckled darkly, which slowly turned into insane laughter, which then turned into a haunting sound that almost all of the survivors of the Ponyville Massacre could hear.

Soon, I had set the town ablaze once more, burning whatever was left of the town.

When the flames died down, much time later, the charred and burnt corpses of ponies could be seen, as well as the castle of Twilight still standing.

But soon, this was not the case.

A huge explosion engulfed the castle, throwing shards of crystal and fiery books into the air.

I grinned as I saw this from the forest.

Discord teleported to me, appearing above me.

"Well done. You have completed my task. And now, I give you these things."

A short-sword appeared in front of me, as well as more ammo for both of my projectile weapons.

"And now, I shall leave you to continue your massacres. This world was great and all, but I feel like I have overstayed my welcome. By- Wait, what is that look on your face?"

A white powdery substance covered the amalgamation, and then a flame lit up all over him, burning him severely.

Discord panicked, not thinking to put out the fire. I used this moment to load my weapon, and shot him in the head.

He fell to the ground, headless and burning.

And I smiled the widest, most inhumane, smile I could.

It stretched from ear to ear.

[Intermission 3: More discussion.]

So far, the pony population was impacted heavily in Demon. As it is not stated in the show, I cannot give you a proper number on how many died in the Massacre. But what I can do, is give you this piece of information.

Spike is not dead, and he is planning something. In time, Spike will have a big part to play.

And once his part has been rehearsed and put into action, it might just be a showstopper.

Anyway, on a few things. The reason why I killed Discord off so early, is because at this point Peyton is too insane to notice who he's killing. He just knows that whatever he just attacked is dead, and no longer part of the equation.

Now, a few more things on context.

The Lunar Guard pony was there on purpose, and played a significant part. He was actually spying on Twilight, for a reason not yet stated because I have a bunch of tricks left up my sleeve. And the reason why I couldn't have Applejack buck him in the face while doing the easter egg? She would easily break his neck. Even demons have limitations, and it is obvious he's focused on speed and power. He would be an easy kill if you could catch him.

And for the final piece of this intermission, a bit of word play.

That is, if you were paying attention to the titles.

Hunted murderer Scarlet Streaks.

Which is a reference to nothing in particular, but I decided that I could do that shit.

Next wordplay.

Hunted Forestling.

Anyway, that's all for now.

Oh, and the Hunter isn't Slenderman. Peyton is just affected by it, and deeply fears it. He believes that is what is hunting him, but it's his own insecurities, fears, broken mind, and just plain depression that are trying to get him. And most of the issues that haunt him come from him having borderline multiple personality disorder. I may not explain things much in the story, but through these intermissions, you can get context for almost anything. So if you have a question and have read this far, I will answer it next intermission.

Times Are Changin' In Equestria

Through whatever means possible, it appears that the insanity that gripped me had removed my memories of going to Appleloosa.

So unfortunately, I could not tell you how I managed to get there other than possibly hijacking the train or walking there. And judging by how I didn't show any symptoms of either, I am still not sure to this day.

But what I could tell you of is what happened next. Which is the strangest part of my journey.

There, before me, stood a robotic alicorn with a model five hundred revolver in its magic. He had yellow glacier shades, covering what appeared to be pitch black orbs. He had black cuff-links on his forelegs, presenting himself as an aristocrat. His body was a dark grey, with a black 'mane' and 'tail'. Bolts held his metallic grey body plates onto the exoskeleton, which was uncovered in some places. He stood there, ready for me to make the next move. I could tell that the citizens of Appleloosa were having a bit of a panic. Some were intently watching the stare-off that was taking place, while others were hiding in their homes.

He flared his mechanical blades that were supposed to represent feathers, taking flight into the air. He quickly launched a volley of bullets and spells, which were easily dodged.

He couldn't hit me if he tried.

Well, maybe that's a lie, but he was really trying. He wasn't throwing his best spells at me, obviously he was too much of a goody two-shoes to attempt something like that and get ponies injured.

Whatever I was fighting was moving at unnatural speeds. And yet, we were matching each others' speed. He dodged my attacks, I dodged his. We were at a stalemate, and no one was winning.

Me, not being afraid of collateral damage, began putting flour in my mouth, blowing it out towards my lighter to perform fire-breathing. I was aiming to distract him by setting homes and stores afire.

And that is when the fight started getting interesting.

Because, suddenly we were far away from civilization, in the deserts miles away from the town. He decided to finally talk to me, "ERROR ERROR *BZZT* YOU WILL BE DESTROYED FOR YOUR CRIMES AGAINST PONYKIND! *BZZT* ERROR ERROR!"

I replied to him as I dodged his now more explosive and powerful attacks, "Well, it appears the robot can speak. I didn't know there could be such a cliche goody two-shoes robot in existence. Let me guess, you created the entirety of this dream so you could antagonize me and distract me from actually being on a train heading to Canterlot? And also so we could have more character development?"

That shut him up, so I simply shot him. He fell to the ground with a great, 'CLUNK'. I probably broke him before he even hit the ground. I picked up his revolver, and grabbed ammo from seemingly no where. This was overall a weird dream, and I could honestly care less. Since I finally had control over my own dreams, I teleported to Appleloosa and began blowing apart everyone.

Somepony ran outside, shouting, "HIDE YO KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE! THEY BE KILLIN' PONIES OUT HERE!"

I immediately shot him for referencing that meme. And then again, my brain thought this up to try and cope with my insanity, which is an utter failure now that my insanity had control of the dream. I just straight up shot everyone, and then burned the town to the ground. There was no opposition to my attack.

Except for one pony.

His name was Braeburn, and he pathetically attempted to attack me. Well, maybe not pathetically. I'm sure he could have killed me in one shot if I slowed down, but I only ran circles around him and then shot him with my five hundred caliber revolver.

The explosion of his head was satisfying to my dark half, the bits and tiny pieces of brain matter and bloody skull flew everywhere, a sick and twisted shrapnel flying out across the streets.

Soon after this, the entire town had been dealt with, the dream slowly fading into the blackness of my mind. And then I realized that I was waking up, soon being able to feel the rattling and movement of the train I was on. I took a quick check with my hands, making sure I wasn't captured or anything.

I pushed myself to my feet soon after, finding myself looking at the ceiling again. I racked my brain to find out what had just happened, but as I look down to myself, I figured out that the ceiling was quite close to me. I was barely able to actually stand at full height in this cabin, because it was very small. I took a quick look around, finding that a box was laying at my feet. The box had a strange symbol all over it. The symbol was that of a clock, with about three fourths of a gear surrounding it. Strangely, the clock slowly ticked away, as if it wasn't a drawing, but rather an actual clock.

I grabbed the box, finding a small padlock on the front. It was rather large, probably testament to what was inside.

I looked around, trying to find a key of some sort. It appeared that the key wasn't visible, so I began rummaging through the luggage filled cart. I  then found a small key sticking out of a purse, which I deftly took.

Without much hassle, I inserted the small and gritty metal key into the padlock, and turning it, watching as it opened with an audible but not loud click. I took the rough metal lock in my hand, taking it carefully off the leather box. After this I opened the box carefully, making sure not to damage it or the contents inside of the container.

Immediately noticeable, was the large revolver stashed inside. The weapon in question was a Model 500 Smith and Wesson, but its barrel was shortened. I picked up the shiny black weapon, placing it aside. Under it, three boxes of ammo were stored, which I picked up and placed into my satchel. Further under this was a harness that seemed specifically made for me, and a note stuffed messily into one of the pockets on it.

I grabbed the harness, and pulled the note out. I opened the carefully folded parchment, looking over the first line.

Dear human,

You have defeated me fair and square in battle, showing me a weakness I wasn't prepared for. These are your rewards for besting me, one short-barreled Smith and Wesson five hundred caliber revolver, three boxes of five hundred caliber bullets, and a harness with sheathes and holsters for all of your weapons. I also put a little surprise inside for you. Consider yourself lucky that I actually decided to do this. Oh, and one more thing. The revolver has an inscription on it, its name being Dream Crusher. I called it that considering how many dreams it crushed.

Sincerely,

An Alicorn robot.

The note was certainly interesting, and I wanted to know what the surprise was. I took a look into the box once more, finding a shiny out the front switchblade. The weapon's blade was certainly long, but thankfully the hilt compensated. I then placed it on the ground, pulling off my jacket and satchel for a moment. I put on the harness, then placing the aforementioned weapons in their holsters and sheathes. I had abandoned the short-sword Discord gave me, for the reason that it was too much of a pain to carry around.

But before holstering my guns, I reloaded each of them. My out the front knife had nowhere to be placed, so I only had room for my first knife. I gripped the switchblade in my hand, attempting to conceal it. The surface of the blade was bumpy, making it much more unlikely to slip out of my hand.

After putting my jacket and satchel back on, I was ready to head out. And just as this was happening, the train started to slow down. Soon, it came to a full stop, and I took a look outside a small window. The passengers were getting off, and I had no chance in hell to fight the guard platoon that was approaching the train...

I soon decided it was time to improvise.

A loud BOOM! Could be heard throughout the station, having come from the front of the the train. I knew that once this sound was heard, it was time to run through the confusion.

As soon as I heard the guard moving up to the front of the train, I bolted for the nearest alleyway I could see. I quickly ducked into the alleyway, hiding behind some trashcans. I smelled the air accidentally, getting a whiff of the horrible scent of rotten garbage. The smell filled my lungs and windpipe, making me choke. I managed to keep it down, and then began traversing the alleyways and making sure the guard wouldn't find me.

They were pretty stupid for the Royal Guard though. They didn't even notice the other explosion I had set to go off.

I smiled wickedly as I heard a second, louder boom than the first.

A little bit of alleyway traversing later, and I was quite near the castle. The massive white towers that adorned the walls and inner sections of the castle were huge and beautifully crafted, gold and silver-looking stone as accents. The massive castle doors were made of fancy looking wood that likely cost thousands of bits, and as I observed this I quietly thought to myself, Fucking rich assholes.

That was my last thought before I settled down, going to sleep so that I could wake up at night and infiltrate the massive and fancy castle of Canterlot.

After a quick nap, I was ready for the next few steps. I checked my weapons, taking a look at Dream Crusher on the harness. The revolver would likely be the weapon I use to take out the princesses, and any powerful mages. It was finally time to show them that there is, in fact, a monstrous creature running around and killing hundreds of ponies.

And I intended to cement this fact.

I had placed some makeshift bombs in areas I could reach without being detected, meaning that much of the place would go sky-high. Oh, you're asking how I would set them off from far away? Well, I decided that flour would do the trick.

I turned around in a crouching position, lighting a trail of flour.

The trail sparked to life, the flour burning fast. I watched as the fire went off into the distance. Just moments before the first few explosions, I turned around. The city lit up, many booms going off in rapid succession. I saw as guards ran and flew out of the castle, prepared to find whoever did that. But little did they know that the person who committed that act had just slipped into their castle.

I arrived at the door, cracking it open.

I ran inside, finding an empty courtyard. Two cloaked figures stood. One had a purple cloak that had a green gem holding it together. The other had a pink cloak with a blue gem. The aforementioned pink cloaked figure was a pony, while the purple cloaked one was slightly taller, and bipedal. Both had their heads down, not revealing much to me.

I whipped out my USP and Dream Crusher, ready for a battle.

I took aim, and began firing.

Flame

Frost

They dodged my shots! Damn. I holstered my guns and unsheathed my knife. I pressed the button on my switchblade.

CHINK

I could feel some sort of crack in the air around me. I was staring straight ahead, not showing my surprise to my next victims.

I then put on my psychotic grin, intending to play these fools like an instrument, one that was alive.

The one in the purple cloak put down his hood, revealing to me his features. This was Spike, also known as Twilight Sparkle's assistant. But Twilight was dead, and I didn't doubt he wanted revenge. But, his one mistake was messing with me.

Or, perhaps, was it my mistake to mess with him?

Nonetheless, he stood without emotion, nor hint of it. There wasn't anything left in that dark shell, except for the massive amount of power that seemed to leave hairline cracks in reality. The courtyard was filled with magical energies of all types, pulsing and flowing out from one point. The particles formed together, creating a glowing aura around the drake's hands that lit up the area around him. The particles became the color of green, and then shot their way out of his appendages, curved like a crescent. The aforementioned magical crescent pulsed with energy, and flew at an alarming speed towards me.

I sidestepped the magical attack, as if it was a practiced routine that I had done for years. His attack was not a challenge, nor would it ever be, unless I was normal again.

The pink-cloaked pony put down her hood, revealing the face of Pinkamena Diane Pie. Her hair straight and long, she was not going down without a fight. Her friends may have been killed without much effort, but it was clear to her that life was a bitch, and she would gladly go down taking a murderer with her. She had a glint in her blue eyes, it being of a predator finding prey. Or, in this case, a revenge-seeker finding the one they want to get revenge on. She pulled out a bomb, and tossed it down in front of her. She jumped forward, flying into a hole that it made as it exploded.

I heard a glass pane break, shards flying through the air. She was jumping at me, holding another bomb. I quickly rolled out of the way, dodging another of the drake's attacks while I was at it.

A few feet away, she landed and went into another hole in the ground. This time, she flew out of a window and took her place next to Spike again. She was taking a rest. A perfect opportunity.

But then, there was Spike. He was unleashing hundreds of attacks on me, which I was doing some sort of wacky and strange dance to dodge. He was not amused by my dodging, and began to pick up the pace. Fortunately for me, I was much faster than any attack he could send my way. If he was unleashing them faster, I wasn't noticing. He was horrible at this magic, and yet the drake could fire these simple spells faster than any normal unicorn. If anything, these spells were still deadly, but he was using up his reserves fast. If he fired any faster, he would have a magical burn-out quick. If his glands were where I thought they were, magic residue could leak into his blood stream, and kill him.

You see, the thing about magical burn-outs, is what they can do to a magi-drake. Magi-drakes, also known as dragons with magic, generally cannot cast it. Normally, they simply can transport anything in their fire to a specific being. But some, like Spike, can do unicorn magic. It actually took me a while to find a book on the subject, but it was very interesting. Magical burn-outs are one of the most lethal things to magi-drakes that can cast magic, as magic, when in the bloodstream, can be very lethal to them. Dragons were never meant to have any type of magic, so it is poison to their blood. The magic, in the bloodstream, absorbs blood cells. Any blood cell that gets close enough is absorbed, and this eventually leads to severe blood loss.

Meaning that, he would die from his blood being absorbed.

I soon had a plan to get rid of him, but I needed Pinkamena out of the way.

She soon attacked again, but this time I was ready. As soon as she flew into the hole, I heard the glass break. I swiveled around, and sliced in that direction.

Pinkie's head rolled onto the grass, her body landing a distance away with another bomb clutched in its hooves. The body exploded, and sent gore flying across the large courtyard. I had dealt with her in the most gruesome way I could, which was decapitation. I turned my head away from that sight, and gave Spike my grin. His face turned greener than before.

After this, he seemingly became enraged, and began throwing all of his power into his next attacks. I knew he wouldn't last much longer, and I was sure to be proven right in a moment.

As I dodged his volley of sloppy, but fast and powerful, attacks, I finally managed slow him down. His volleys soon became smaller and smaller, the power in the air around us slowly decreasing. He finally collapsed to his knees, looking down with a defeated look. He had failed to kill me, and so I approached cautiously. I finally made it up to him, and he simply continued looking down. It was then that I failed to notice the power in the air suddenly flaring and spiking, (no pun intended) the dragon then rising up to his feet. He stood at my height, which was about five feet four inches. We locked eyes, and I was ready for his first attack. He swiped his claw forward, the air in front of my face being disturbed by the slicing attack.

I hurried backwards, as he dropped to his knees and scratched a symbol into the dirt.

Rune magic. Goddammit, Spike. You just had to go and learn the dark arts of rune magics, and I had no idea what rune he was making. He soon finished it, and grinned. More hairline cracks seemed to appear in the air, pulsing and threatening to grow larger. He channeled his magic into the rune, and his wrists grew to an unnatural size. My theory was correct, and his magic glands had swollen up, meaning they had popped and sent liquid magic into his blood stream. He cringed in pain, but continued his channeling. And once he was done, more hairline cracks appeared. They grew and grew, a bit of the sky soon falling out of place. My vision blurred, as a dark presence emanated power from deep behind the fabric of reality.

And just as this happened, all of the cracks and the broken pieces disappeared, returning to their places.

Spike's attack had failed. He looked at me in shock, but I was having none of his bullshit. I rushed forward, and sliced. He maneuvered, and soon one of his claws flew through the air. I sliced again, and the same happened. I was mad, and finally I stabbed him in the chest. I ripped my knife out, seeing the color drain from his eyes. As cherry red fluid dripped out of the holes in his body, I felt magic flying into the air. And then I realized, that he had me amputate his magic glands so that they couldn't get any magic further than his hands. I silently cursed myself, but I had nonetheless dealt with the most pressing threat of today.

I strode into the castle.

A lone guardspony was there to meet me.

His name was Shining Armor, and he was captain of the Royal Guard. He wasn't a problem.

"Halt creature! In the name of Celestia and Luna, hal-"

He choked on his words as I rushed forward and sliced his neck open, bodily fluids spraying across the room. Cadance soon galloped around the corner, hearing her husband being cut off. She rushed at me, not wanting to play nice pony and get mutilated without effort. She lowered her horn, intending to gore me on it. I simply sidestepped and pulled out Dream Crusher, her brains exploding after a loud bang and a bright flash. I reloaded the aforementioned revolver, and carried on with my recoil-less revolver and deployed switchblade on hand.

Finally, I reached the throne-room. Two princesses awaited me. I was afraid, although I didn't show it. They were gazing at me with a cold look, no mercy in their eyes. That glint was of a righteous lawman, the one that said, "I'm going to end you for killing these innocents."

I laughed. And I laughed. And I laughed. All while that sick and twisted grin was on my face. I had gone too far off the deep end, and now it was time for the final battle.

The taller one, Celestia, spoke.

"You have committed sick and unspeakable crimes in Equestria, and are accused of the murder of over one hundred innocent ponies. You have also burned and destroyed hundreds of homes, and finally, you are responsible for the destruction of many Equestrian cities. Do you have anything to say before we pass judgement, monster?"

I slowly spoke, "Burn in Hell."

I launched into action, moving faster than Celestia could register, and I quickly sliced Luna's face, then firing my revolver point-blank at her face, which killed her in a gruesome and horrifying way.

Celestia burst into action, attacking me with magic after launching into the air.

I dodged her attacks quickly and in rapid succession, forcing her to think hard to take me down. But I wasn't going to let her do that, as I swiftly moved, seemingly like the speed of light. My attacks were hard for her to dodge, but she was doing okay in keeping up the pace. I just needed to tire her out or murder her using my weapons.

But it soon became clear that I wouldn't be able to just shoot her straight-up, I needed to make her tire out. And make her tire out I did. Dodging, shooting, moving, confusing her, and pretending to narrowly dodge her attacks soon made her exhausted. Soon, she was tired enough that I managed a lucky shot on her front left leg, stunning her enough for a few more knife slices. A few connected and left gashes, but she was soon back on her feet and fighting harder than ever before.

She flipped, and looped, and dodged my attacks expertly. She wasn't going to give up that easily with this much adrenaline inside of her. I managed to get close enough, and she stood her hind legs with magical help. She fought me with her front hooves, best she could with one shot in her left front leg. We soon picked up the pace, her matching my every punch, kick, and slice. I maneuvered in a way that got me the upper hand, landing a few hits on her face and knocking her down. I drew my Magic Pistol, and tried to fire, but she kicked it away and crushed it to pieces. I soon found her jumping at me, ready to end my life. But I thankfully sidestepped, and grabbed her horn. I deftly pulled my knife, and sliced it off just as a spell went out.

And soon, I felt so very cold. So.

Very.

Cold...

The magical ice consumed me, freezing me. Moments before I blacked out, I saw the wave of ice consume Celestia as well.

And that, my dear readers, is book one. The darkest chapter of my life, and also just the beginning of my story. The pain and suffering I caused, and the final moments before the end comes crashing down. The curtains drop over this stage, readying for the next part of the play. This was the beginning of the story of Peyton, murderer and destroyer of Equestria. Although this tale was of the darkness that first consumed me, the one soon after is the tale of my survival in a land of ice and treachery.

[Intermission 1]

Dear readers,

Asking where the next chapter is, are we?

Well.

It'll be here in months. Maybe weeks. Or maybe even days.

But.

Nothing is filled with silence forever. Except the dead.

But, that isn't my point. The story will be continued, but, I am currently working on something. I won't state what it is, but it is very important. I may come off as lazy and a person who gives no fucks, but I am not. And now, I want to finish these dark stories. And I want to write better ones. Because, if I stop writing, I'll never earn the numbers on this account.

I still don't deserve all these likes and views, and I still don't deserve this support.

But, I'm glad that people like what I write.

Thank you for reading this.

Sincerely,

writingiscool

[Intermission 2: About Forestling.]

So, about the previous chapter.

The reason why I did not include the Cupcakes Killer, or Pinkamena Diane Pie, is I personally believe Pinkie Pie would use her insanity to protect her friends, rather than violently mutilate them.

But the plot of this chapter derives from the Changelings. Or, rather, the Forestling. So here's the deal. The Forestlings were hit by the brunt of the love wave in the wedding, overloading their senses with it. They were therefore unable to consume love. They feared love, and as a result consumed the emotion of fear.

Late at night, a Forestling replaces Pinkie Pie after viewing one of her nightmares. Then, it takes on her persona of insanity and awkwardly attempts at being a happy cheerful pony in the day.

That is why Peyton notices a change after some time.

Anyway, context out of the way. See ya next chapter!