Gaster in Equestra

Magic. Whether it was dark or light, Gaster could feel it all around him. It surged throught the air. Powering him. Dark and light madgic seemed to mix well. It created a source of power for Gaster. Like a charger. A charger that was everywhere. He could use full power, everywhere! But first things first, those little fillies.

Gaster could sense a power in them. Not there cutie marks or destiny. Determination. Something Gaster badly had, badly received, badly held. But now, with these fillies, he could return. He could gain limitless power. He could take revenge on ponys. For dealing them away like humans.

"Um girls" said a quiet soft voice. A yellow Pegasus with a mint mane and tail was walking down a set of brown oak stairs. The Pegasus blue eyes reaching three young Phillys who where running around a organized house. Mable floors were stained with mud and crayon. Pots and pans were laying around the ground, once used as armour. Photos lay broken on the floor. But the Pegasus didn't freak out. She was too kind for that. That's why she was the element of kindness.

"Maybe you should play outside" the yellow Pegasus suggeststed. The three Phillys looked up at her. There eyes wide with fear of losing a cutie mark role. "But flutter shy if we don't stay we might not become ghost hunters" the middle pony said. Flutter shy giggled. "Well I don't think there are much ghosts in here. The three Phillys frowned. "Ah pickles" said a white Unicom with a purple and pink curled mane. Her eyes down to the ground. Sad.

Flutter shy didn't like to see ponys sad. Or any creature as a matter of fact. She did however have an idea. "Why don't you hunt for ghost outside? All three ponys imeideinty perked up. There smiles returning. "Come'n cutie mark crusaders" said a yellow pony with a red mane the same color as an apple. The three quickly hurried outside. The ran in the direction of the people stone bridge. Surly something would be under there. For there sake.

Gaster lay there. The shade of the bridge giving him comfort. As a child he disliked the light. He preferred dark places. Something to relate to he guessed. It was something about them. They made him feel at home, powerful. Unlike when all the kids called him weak. Everyone did back then. They where wrong, so so wrong. Maybe soon the other kids would figure out why that blue lizard went missing.

His shade and quit was quickly invaded when he heard the sound of soft galloping hoofs against the stone path. Sighing, because he needed rest, Gaster sank back into the shade. Shadows hiding his body. His pale face camouflaging itself with the bridges roof. He hid simply because of bordem. He would only ingadge if absalofly nessasery. Or if they held great power.

Gaster waited. He soon grew board. He was about to crawl out when a orange Pegasus jumped round the corner. Determined eyes turning to ones of disappointment. Scotallo, a orange Pegasus with a purple mane, and smaller wings which limited flying sighed. "Guess skeletons and ghost aren't real. Gaster, liking that his new to be 'freind' had a strong surge of determination in her, felt like a surprise was in order. "Who said they didn't" said Gaster in his raspy dark voice. Scotallo jumped back. Her wings flickering. Her eyes wide with a mix or surprise and fear. Gaster rose out, cracking his bony neck. It sent shivers down scotallos spine. As Gaster rose to full hight, he could t help but notice the fear taking over Scotallos body. Her mind spinning with dread.

The two stood there. Staring at each over. Each one waiting for the over to talk. But none said a word. Or did anything. The only time they looked away was when flutter shy screamed.

Gaster turned to see a yellow Pegasus screamed. She flew back into her cottage. While the three Phillys followed. Gaster grinned. He was waiting for this. Fear, determination slipping from them to him. He liked it. Having control of mass power. Power he knew was hard to match in this land. World rather. He had yet to meet the one pony that had first saw him. Twilight sparkle. But other things were on Gasters mind. Like the four ponys, who's scream had proudly alerted everyone in town.

As flutter shy and the three othe rpgillys ran up the oak wood stairs they could feel fluttershys fear. They could feel each overs. It was a weird and horrible feeling. Along with the feeling of dread. It loomed over all of them. They we're not all alicrons, but they didn't need to be to sense something was wrong.

Fluttershys, very panicky, hid in her pillow face. Tears streaming down her face. The look of horror being hiddion away. Every pony looked at scotallo, who had witnessed everything. "Was-was that a ghost" Asked Apple bloom, her red mane and yellow body shaking uncontrollably. Honestly Scottallo didn't know. She didn't really care. "Um- I'm not sure.

"Girls" fluttershys finally tinned in. "That was some thing twilight told me about two weeks ago. "It killed 12 changliengs with one hand!