Chapter One: You Don't Remember

Canterlot Dungeon

Interrogation room

       "Again Swift Rich, care to explain what happened at that warehouse, the building is literally covered with your dead buddies", A standard white Royal Guard interrogates Swift Rich, a light brown colored stallion who shook like leaf in his seat, rattling his cuff amd chains. They found him cowaring and crying behind a bunch of crates at the warehouse.

"I-I-I-I", Swift Rich managed to stuttered. This was more then he had said in the hours prior. With him just quivering on the carriage ride over. The Royal Quard sighed in exhaustion. He levitated a cup of water to Swift Rich before speaking again.

"The faster you tell us about what happened at that warehouse, the faster we'll consider not throwing you in the dungeon because as I recall your wanted for many crimes, like theft, murder and...rape", He cringed at the last one. He wouldn't hesitate to rid Equestria of this scum but with the many recent deaths, of criminals and innocents alike, by what seems to be the same perpetrator they have no choice and with Celestia up their asses about all this it would benefit them to find this killer. Swift gulped his water down, he calmed down enough for the guard to continued.

"Are you ready to cooperate, or will we be sending you on your way", The royal guard said gesturing to the door with his hoof

"I-I'm ready, a-ask away", Swift Rich said with a weak chuckle, taking in a deep breath.

"Okay, like before mind explaining, what exactly went down in that warehouse? I mean we literally had to clean some of your friends up with a mop", the guard wasn't being funny, this was all true. He had looked at the photos from the crime scene, remembering caused him to gag. He couldn't believe how something could do that to ponies.

"Look! I-I-I don't know what it was but it ain't natural, it's beyond any magical creature we've ever seen. It seemed to disappear only to reappear again but somewhere different. Then it fucking spoke! It spoke my name and everything. I-I can still hear it!", frightened Swift Rich began to panic, knocking over his cup of water and then pull in his ears down.

"Settle down! This is the safest place you can be at. So calm down and tell me more about this unnatural thing and watch the language", The guard looked over at Swift with a serious stare.

Swift gulped, his breaths steadily slowing down to a normal pace. "It was a hideous pale beast with bright dead white eyes that never seemed to blink. It towered over all of us, it was taller then Celestia! Every time it took a step the ground rumbled, that's when the thing screeched loud enough for the windows to shatter, to shatter! I didn't want to be apart of any of that, so I ran. Hiding behind those crate you all found me in, I wish I had gotten out of there because I could hear everything that thing did to them. They screamed, they begged, they cried out but it didn't stop, the thing kept on killing them, it even went out of it way to slowly rip Chrome Cloud's wings. I was so scared that I couldn't move even when I knew that thing was behind me. That's when it said my name, and told me if I remembered. Then all of your barged in and the thing just vanished", Swift Rich ended his tale of the beast that seemed to haunt him.

The tale felt too ludicrous for the Royal Guard, it could just be the scared imagination of this pony but with no real wild animals in Canterlot, he couldn't see any other thing that could cause all those mutilated bodies and not even leave a trace of itself behind. Still this was no help as this lead hit a wall, Swift didn't know what this thing was or where it went. They had the area surrounded but it still some how eluded them, how can something that is said to be huge disappear. He sighed until he remembered what Swift had said about it speaking to him. "What did it mean when it said do you remember to you? Did it say anything else?", the guard said trying to figure out more about this creature.

"I don't know! I've never seen that thing before, and I'm sure as tartarus that I wouldn't have messed with it if I had seen it. I mean a few hours before, we bumped into this old crazy mare who told us that Pumpkinhead was coming, we played along and asked who this Pumpkinhead was. She only chuckled at us and said he would be our undoing, whatever that meant", He licked his lips and sat back in his chair having stood up.

"Did this mare give you her name?", The guard asked.

"No, she just disappeared afterward" , Swift knew he didn't have much time before they decide to lock him up, so he needs to tell his boss about his current situation. "C-can I get my one message delivery", He asked.

Giving up the Royal Guard allowed Swift Rich his one message delivery to whoever he wanted. "I'll go get a scroll and quill", he slid off his chair and proceeded towards the door and left the room leaving Swift Rich alone with his thoughts.

...Swift Rich...

A soft-spoken disembodied echoed in the small box room that held Swift Rich. He gulped hard, "W-w-who's there...", no reply.

...Swift Rich...

The voice suddenly called out in a much more raspy tone. Startling Swift Rich, as he began to pull on his hand ciffs that were attached to the table.

...Don't You Remember...

The voice was more deep and gurgled. He observed the room looking for the source of the voice, he looked over towards the two way mirror and saw the hideous beast stand beside him in his reflection, staring right at him with dead eyes. He jumped back in fright the best he could with cuffs, but the beast wasn't there, he looked back at the mirror to see that he was alone again.

...Don't You Remember...

A low rumble came after the voice which made the walls in the room crack open, along with the two way mirror, old brown vines escaped out from the cracks in the walls . "I-I don't know what you're talkin' about, what am I suppose to remember!", Swift was shaking violently in his seat as he tried to get the cuffs off. The vines quickly grew over the walls, branching out towards Swift.

....EVERYTHING...

The voice boomed suddenly in anger, the room rumbled with it, as the vines lunged at Swift who flinched and close his eyes tightly, but he felt nothing as he opened his eyes and swiftly looked around to see nothing there. The walls and mirror weren't damaged, no cracks or vines. He sighed in relief, relaxing the best he could with cuffs in his seat. He chopped it all up to his imagination gone wild. That thing couldn't possibly know where he is, there are many dungeons in Canterlot and it couldn't have seen where he had been taken. He was crazy to consider this but maybe that thing was Pumpkinhead, he shook his head and laughed. Pumpkinhead what kind of name was that anyway, just a made up name for a made up scare.

The eerie silence from the blank white room was unsettling to him. You would think that the noise from the Guards outside working or whatever they did would atleast be slightly heard. He repeatedly tapped against the table with his front hooves in boredom, waiting patiently for his scroll. Are the here Guards really this disorganized that they can't find a single scroll. "Hey! What's taking so long!", Swift Rich exclaimed at the door, but only silence answered. This was getting out of hoof, how could he be taking this long.

*Click*

Swift heard the faint sound of a door knob turning followed by the faint sound of a door opening across from him, and beyond the room. He could hear some faint rustling behind the walls, seemingly heading towards the door of the interrogation room. Whoever it was constantly bumped into things, knocking things over, and crushing things. Immense Fear sank in as the noise grew more audible and closer to the door. After a while the rustling stopped and everything fell back to silence.

The doorknob rattled, shocking Swift and causing his heart to pump faster. The chains halted him as he rose up in fear pulling him back down. He stared with fearful eyes at the rattling doorknob before it slowly turned, and clicked. He shuddered as the door slowly pushed open. Swift attempted to say something but he couldn't muster anything to say. He breathed another sigh of relief when the Royal Guard slowly peered his head through staring weakly at the chained stallion. "Y-you um *cough* r-really had me going there for a sec, I mean dang", he said that with a weak smile. "So where's my Scroll?", The Guard didn't answer, taking two weak steps inside the room then he dropped dead. The fear practically crashed down on him, his eyes widened, followed by his jaw dropping, and his heart sank when he heard heavy raspy breathing come from behind the door. "No! No no no no", Swift was hyperventilating at this point, violently pulling at the cuffs over and over again.

Four long clawed fingers gripped the side of the door pushing it the rest of the way. A tall hideous monster ducked under the doorframe. It stood up in the room nearly touching the ceiling, it's demon tail swung wildly about.

...Don't you remember...

The disembodied voice said, again in a soft voice, echoing a bit through the room.

"W-w-what are you! What do you want from me!", Swift yelled, his attempts to get the cuffs off were more frantic but still ineffective. The demon Pumpkinhead stepped forward, his three-toed thick dinosaur-like feet crushed the table down along with Swift who was chained to it. Swift shouted, and began to call for help but it was all in vain, as the demon grabbed Swift by his back and yanked him up with enough force to break the cuffs chain. Swift yelled in pain from the sudden pulling of his hooves from the cuffs, tearing some flesh off but they remained attached to his hooves. It lifted him up face to face, he was petrified as he was mere inches away from the demon's large teeth bearing mouthed lumpy head. It's white unseeing eyes glared at him. Viciously growling, the monster slammed Swift against the ground.

He screamed in pain, his muzzle already bleeding. Again, it rose him back up then slammed him back down. His blood stained the table, as it cascades down his face. It picked him back up but threw him against the wall instead, upon impact he spat blood, letting out a scream. On the floor his sides ached as some ribs bent at a weird angle. Weakly, he tried to lift himself up but was pressed down by the Pumpkinhead's foot against his head. Slowly it placed more pressure, hurting Swift even more.

"Stop! Please! *cough!*", he spat more blood out, covering the floor. "What the fuck do you want from meeeee!", his head suffered greatly as it was being slowly smushed. Blood oozed from his scalp joining his tears and staining his brown fur red. Pumpkinhead enjoyed the smell of his life juice, taking a big whiff of it, and growling in satisfaction. "I'm sorry! Please, for whatever I did I'm sorry! Just stop!", he yelled through bated breaths. The crushing weight of it's foot stopped, lifting off the poor ponies head. Sweat streamed down along with his crimson liquid and tears, his bated breaths were slow and raspy inside his throat but beside the agony, he wasn't suffering more and he doesn't hear the demon anymore maybe it left him alone.

*Crack*

Blood gushed and splashed everywhere, all over the floor, the wall, and covered the foot of Pumpkinhead. He had stomped and crushed the stallions entire head into pulp, with skull fragments scattered around along with chunks of brain and skin. As if he had crushed a roach he twists his foot followed by a loud disgusting squelch. Swift's corpse twitched with blood still cascading out from area that use to be the head. Pumpkinhead just stood there observing his work until the lights began to flicker, shutting off for a brief moment before lighting back up to red painted white room, the carcasses that Pumpkinhead left behind was all that remained when he vanished.