Nightmare or Treat

Sam didn't know what to do. For the first time since his time being in this strange place, he's been seen. The whole thing surprised him to a shocking amount of extent. He was never caught by any other person than when he deliberately showed himself too. When he did show himself was when the person caught his blood hungry attention. He could feel the darkness from the persons soul and what they might become in the future. Oh how it was wonderful to sense the future slasher being born was such a wonderful thing. However this time around he didn't choose to show himself. The child saw him and approached. He knew the voice behind him was a little girl. The second to actually see him but this time to actually talk to him. In his mind, Sam wanted to disappear right then and there. To never let this child see him again. She didn't need to see him. No, she wasn't ready. On the other hand, he could kill her.

True, that wasn't his style going after kids his own age. But drastic times called for drastic measures. Sam opened his treat bag next to him and pulled out his half eaten pumpkin lollypop. Before he turned around to slash another throat. The child spoke again.

"Um...I saw you the other day I was wondering why your dressed up so early for Nightmare Night?"

That's what Halloween was called in this world? To Sam, it didn't sound fun. It just sounded, well, lame. None the less, Sam felt the spirit of Halloween here and he would be damned if he didn't see it through. Sam signed. He turned around, hiding his lollypop inside his candy bag. The child he was facing had a black mane, golden eyes, and a grey coat. She also wore a little pink dress. A part of her mane covered one of her eyes and she had a nervous look to her. Sam tilted his head. Another pony? Even though this world's Halloween was named different, he enjoyed seeing these walking and talking ponies everywhere. It was like he was in a children's show. Though some of these ponies figures wouldn't really make it to television. The child took a small step back from Sam and she spoke with a soft tone in her voice.

"What's your name?" she asked.

His name? Well that's a new one. But, for some reason, he liked this girl. She was bold enough to come and talk to him even though he looked murderous. She had this sense of kindness around her as well. A kindness he had never felt. Sam then remembered, when did he ever experience joy besides killing people who didn't follow Halloween tradition. He thought about for a little bit longer, might as well. Sam reached inside his bag and pulled out a liquorish wrapped in plastic. He saw the look of the girl in front of him. She was playing with her fingers and was giving Sam a look of interest. With a little care, Sam wrote his name in the dirt. The filly looked down and said it to herself.

"Sam?"

The little trick or treater nodded once and the filly gave him a small grin.

"That's a nice name."

Sam nodded. He looked in his hand and saw the liquorish in his hand. He shrugged and pointed his arm out to the filly. She looked at the candy in his hand in confusion.

"You...want me to have that?" she said.

Sam playfully nodded his head. The filly took the liquorish and smiled. Sam couldn't help but feel something inside his chest. Seeing this little filly smile made a weird feeling come to him. A feeling that made his chest feel strange. He signed again. The filly looked up at the stitched smile and button eyes looking at her. It was a strange costume to say the least. However, it made her really nervous just looking at Sam. But since he told her his name, its only fair if she did to.

"My names Nightingale." She said.

Sam tilted his head and Nightingale gave a small giggle. This little filly was strange indeed. Sam then noticed his shadow on the earth growing larger. The sky was becoming darker and a mixture of gold and purple painted the sky. The sun was setting. Nightingale looked at the setting sun and gave a disappointed look on her face.

"I'm sorry but I have to go home now."

She says that like home isn't a fun place to be. Sam can understand, he's used to being out in the woods out on Halloween enjoying the holiday. The filly turned and started walking away from Sam down a hill. The button eyes watching her every step. Well it was an experience Sam wasn't used to but it might seem he'll have to get used to it if he is going to be staying her while looking for his friend. But Halloween was now five days away. He needed to hurry. Sam turned and was about to walk into the forest, but soon heard footsteps running back toward him. He quickly grabbed his lollypop and prepared to slash the throat of anyone running up to him. Big mistake trying to blind shot him. The running steps were closer then ever, Sam swiftly turned around readying his weapon. However he didn't expect to see Nightingale running back to him. She stopped and gave him a warm smile.

"Listen, I know this is short second but I was wondering if...we can be friends."

Sam felt his arm with his lollypop become heavy. It fell faster then humpty dumpty on the kings wall. That question is what really caught him off guard. At first, Sam thought this girl was just annoying. Now, he couldn't help but like her. It was like his mind made a full U turn on his opinion of the filly. Then, he thought of the advantages of it. She could help him look for his friend. With his mind made up, Sam nodded. A jovial squeak came from the filly and the next thing Sam knew, he was in tighter hug that could make a bear jealous. Nightingale released Sam and she started her way back down the hill. Shouting goodbye from afar. Sam raised his little hand and waved. He will definitely will need to get used to being here.

The night had come over the forest. Sam was walking through a dirt road, enjoying the sound of crickets and the light of the moon lighting the road. Suddenly, the boy had a flashback to when he and his friend would walk this path on their usual killing spree. Sam couldn't help but stop in his tracks and watch as the hallucination in front of him played out. The larger from in front of him pulled a blade out from a victims neck and Sam clapped like a child. The larger figure next to him picked him up and placed him on its shoulder. The two then continued on the path, the screams from another victim could be heard as the ghostly figures vanished. Sam was frozen, his fists clenched. Under his mask, Sam was trying not to cry. He might be a blood thirsty killer would enjoyed Halloween, but he was still a little boy. Sam collected himself, he needed something to take his mind off things.

Just then, he felt something. Someone wasn't following tradition like they should. Sam turned his head and saw a house on a small hill with a small lake next to it. Lights were on inside, meaning someone was home and awake. Sam giggled and ran over to the house. He stood outside the window and watched as a weird figure walked past with some sort of accent.

"Fluttershy! Have you seen my robe?"