Many eons ago, in a forgotten age, a group of individuals, neither demons nor fully pony, wrote a book. This book contained rituals of sorts, all of which designed for contacting and summoning unimaginable, nightmarish creatures from the depths of Hell itself. However, it was eventually lost. Until now...
Ugh... I thought to myself as I put another book on the shelf. Why the hell do I have to help clean this up? I asked myself. It's not my fault that spell went haywire. Well, not entirely. I thought back to the experiment, which had quickly turned into another one of Twilight's improvised "Friendship Lessons". We had been test subjects for a new spell that Twilight had been working on, to alter appearances.
I wanted her to change my eyes to look like dragon eyes, because that would've been badass. Buuut... apparently I twitch too much. The spell bounced off of me, and hit Spike instead. Instead of giving him wicked red dragon eyes, it made him into a rabid, full-sized dragon. In the middle of the library. Yeah.
So now, I was stuck helping clean up. This is sooo boring! I thought. As I reached for the next book to reshelf, I could've sworn that somepony was whispering to me. Or something. I looked around. All I saw was my friends cleaning up, repairing the crystal shelves, and Spike in the corner reading a comic book. I shrugged, and reached for the book again.
I heard the whispering again. "Who's there?" I whispered. No response. I reached for the book, and heard whispering. I pulled my hoof away, and the whispering stopped. I repeated this multiple times, hearing whispering every time I neared it.
"Are you okay?" I heard Twilight ask. I looked down. She was watching me intently.
"Yeah," I said. "Just thought I heard something." She nodded, and walked back to whatever she was doing. However, I noticed she kept glancing at me. I looked back at the book. The cover kind of looked like a face. Awesome.
I picked it up, and flipped through the pages. It was in some strange language I couldn't understand, but it had some notes written on sticky notes in it. Some of the notes had pronounceable phrases on it. I looked to see if Twilight was watching. She wasn't. So I put the book to the side. I would have to take a look at it later.
I arrived at my cloud house, and I could barely contain myself. The first thing I did when I got in was take the book out of my saddlebags, and flop onto my bed. I opened it to the first page. "The Necronomicon ex Mortis," I read aloud. "Stultus es. Non legitur hoc. Resuscitatio mortuorum. Et profecti de fovea. Stultus es."
I felt something change, and fear crept into my mind. I looked around, but there wasn't any reason for the fear in my mind. And yet, the dread remained. "I think that's enough of that." I said as I shut the book. I shuddered. "I should probably be getting more sleep."
I put the book on my nightstand. I got up to go to the bathroom and took a quick shower. However, my thoughts were focused on the book. That book was just... not natural. Something about it made me uneasy. I decided that I was going to give it back to Twilight tomorrow.
I was lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling of my room. Usually the sound of rain shifting in my house comforted me, but tonight it simply made me uneasy. I kept on thinking that it could be covering the sound of some creature coming to kill me in my sleep. I've really got to return that book. I thought to myself. I sat up and turned on the light. I looked around.
I grabbed the shotgun that I had next to my bed. "The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remareton, P-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Marechigan. Retails for about a hundred and ten bits. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger." I thought to myself, remembering what the P-mart salespony told me. I broke it open, checking to see that it was loaded with two shells. I looked up again, making sure that I was alone.
I scanned my room, seeing nothing. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom from the anxiety. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. I got up and went to the bathroom, carrying my shotgun with me. I finished up in the bathroom, and as I was about to open the door, I hear a loud CRASH! from outside. I froze. I counted to three and kicked open the bathroom door.
I aimed the shotgun towards the direction of the noise. "Holy shit..." I muttered in shock. In front of me was a pony with pure white eyes. Like, no pupils. None. It stared at me for a moment, before its mouth turned into a sickening grin. It slowly walked towards me, and with every step it took, I took a step back.
It cocked its head to the side. "Time to die, motherfucker." it said, its eerie smile staying on its face. It charged at me, but before it reached me, I raised my shotgun. I shoved the barrels into its mouth.
"You're right. Time for you to die, bitch." I said. It clawed at me, leaving a deep wound in my wing. "Shit!" I screamed as I pulled the trigger. Their head exploded, covering me in blood and brains. "Ugh..." I said. "Disgusting."
I quickly ran into my room to try and pack up the Necronomicon so i could rush it over to Twilight's house. i looked around frantically, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I looked out the window, and saw a figure flying off into the distance. I was 99% sure that they had taken it. I dropped my head back, and moaned. "Fuuuuuuuuuck........"
