''WAKE UP, YOU FOOLS!''

A raspy voice called out inside the darken lit room, where Soarin, Firefly, Fleetfoot and Night Glider was quietly trying to get up from their slumber. Soarin glanced an eye onto the grey pony that was in the door opening, but tried to ignore his warning to them.

''I SAID, WAKE UP! WE GOT WORK TO DO TODAY.''

The Greyish pegasus with his blue mohawk loudly yelled, and walked away out the room into the corridor, getting into the next room, calling out the same thing again. Soarin muttered.

''So we never get to sleep at this fucking place? That's great.'' Night Glider said in an annoying tone.

Yet that all four of the ponies was way too tired to even get up, Soarin was the first one to get up from the cranky bunk bed, climbed down the stairs of the bed and turned on the lights.

''You guys heard what he said, we need to get into the phase of working right away, or you all know what boss will do to us. His rules, He does whatever he wants to do with us.''

The other three pegasus nodded, and got themselves clothed for another day in the factory.

All four pegasus got out of their room, and trotted quietly into the end of the queue, waiting to get their names called out to get into position in each separate workroom. Soarin sighed slightly.

''Wonder what we will have to do today, hopefully not extracting magic from other ponies.''

Firefly, Fleetfoot and Night glider nodded back in agreement.

''Firefly, you take the extraction station. Night Glider, you go take the machine fixery station. Night Glider, you go and take the outer station to greet any incoming trucks.''

Soarin gulped, waiting for his commanded station were he was going to spend his day at.

''Soarin, you get a special task. We have some of those damn machines out of function again, due to the blades being a bit too messy, and used in a bunch of years. I want you to go down into the baserment of the facility and try to locate the screws for the new blades. Understood?'' Thunderlane responded.

Soaring nodded. ''Yes Thunder!''

Thunderlane smiled. ''Good.''

Thunderlane trotted down into the line, and passed up other ponies into different sections. Soarin walked down with Night Glider, into the machinery room where they were met with the blood gushed, and rather unpleasant looking machinery.

''So we need to change those blade things again...'' Night Glider said in an annoying tone

''Well, apparently!'' Soarin responded.

''Right, you go and find those spikes and screws or whatever in the baserment, whilst i'll take a good look in the control room inside the manual of the machine.'' Night Glider said, and grinded her teeth.

Soarin nodded in response, and walked down the corridor into the main hall again. He walked down the main section hall until he reached a door with a sign that said ''Baserment''.

''Welp, guess this is it.'' He quietly said for himself, not trying to make contact with other ponies around the place.

He opened the cranky looking door, which had an oddly feeling to itself, as if it was in a really bad condition. Soarin walked in and slowly trotted down the stairs. For some odd reason, the light was on. Besides, it is a really creepy looking baserment, so why wouldn't it be?

The walls seemed to only be made out of stone, and the stairs seemed to be the same case.

Soarin walked until he reached the actual baserment area. He carefully looked around boxes, and some body bags here and there inside the room. He carefully walked around the place, inspecting some boxes. He did not really find any spikes, not screws as far as he could see. He was just about to give up, when he saw another door. Excitement came into his mind, not even noticing the warning sign on it. He walked to the door, and opened it slowly, only to find that there was a dimly lit room, with more doors inside of it. Soarin gave a annoyed expression, walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He walked up to the door at the left side of the room, only to find himself at the same kind of room as he entered. They looked way too similar.

He walked from room to room, one to another, finding some had bookshelves and lockers inside each and one of them, and moving packages. He quietly trotted from room to room, finding really no clue to any materials to fix the machinery with. He started to get annoyed.

''Where the hell could those things be at?'' He muttered for himself.

Then he heard a scraping sound.

Soarin got chills up his spine, but really did not care much. It might've been a rat or something at the side of the wall. Seemingly enough, there sure was a corridoor on the other side, yet it was also abandoned for some strange reason. The managers never really told us workers why they were closed down, they just responded with that it just was closed down, or under maintence.

Soarin walked into some more rooms, until he heard the scratching again, but this time, even more clearly. He also heard some sort of a clanking sound onto a marble floor, as if someone was scraping a knife on the surface of a plate.

Soarin did not want to know whatever the hell that was now, it sounded way too much like an unknown creature than a rat.

He ran. From room to room, as he could hear the clanking coming closer from beside him. Now he was really scared, but also curios. Until he got to the room which had a wooden styled door out to the corridor.

He stopped, adrenaline rushing. As from whatever that thing was, it would probably approach from the wooden door and attack him. He had thousands of thoughts in his head now. What was he going to do? Hide? If so, Where?

Soarin froze there on his hoofs, beside the door. The rattling noise and scratching came closer to the door, but turned and he could hear it right at the other side of the wall. He did not reflect at the thing, though. He could hear clanking, rattling, and a deep grunting on the other side. Soarin's heart was going in loops right now, as he slowly opened his mouth, about to talk with the thing.

''What are you...?''

No response. Only grunting.

Soarin moved a step, making as little noise as possible. When he approached with his hoof and reached another step, the creature rattled into the door, crushing it immediatley as it came into contact with the creature.

What seemingly was a creature, looked like something out of a horror movie. It's skin color being pale green, Standing on two legs. The big, structured hunched body, The alien shaped arms and legs attached to a vividly bizzare body, and a mare beautifly colored yellow, it's eyes being pale redish. As from that, it had splatters of possibly blood and magic on it's mane and body, as well around it's moliscious claws.

Soarin backed up in disbelief on what he saw, slowly.

The creature stared at him with it's eyes wide open, not making any other reflection than hunching it's claws and approached forward.

He ran. Room after room, door after door. He heard the creature sudden screech, as it approached at him in a crazy speed, rattling it's claws on the floor as it approached closer.

Soarin only ran, he did not care where he was going, he just wanted to get away from that creature. Whatever it was, pony or not, Mare or stallion, it was definetly after him.

As more as Soarin ran, the closer the creature came for him. Ready to tear up his entire body into small bloody pieces.

However, Soarin got into a room, and closed the metallic door right in the creatures face. It screeched, trying to get in. Soarin pushed, until he locked it out. Now he needed to think swiftly.

He looked around the room, and saw that luckily there was what looked like a cabinet. He opened it, jumped inside, and closed it slightly so he could look out a small bit into the room.

As he heard a metallic clanking sound, the door swung open, and the creature stepped inside. He could definetly make out that it wasn't a pony, but it sure looked wierd.

The creature looked around the room, groaning. As it was walking around slowly, it grunted as it came closer to the cabinet. Soarin felt as if his life was nothing more than a hellgame. It would be over, the other workers would find him sliced open, eaten or left in the cabinet to rott.

As soon as the creature approached the cabinet, the other door in the opposite side swung open, where Firefly came through.

The creature looked at her way, and ran at her. Firefly made out a slight pitched scream, but later turned into gurgling, as Soarin whitnesed the creature tugging it's right hand, the death sharp nails up her throat. He was terrified at what he saw.

Firefly was seen gurgling up blood from the attack. The creature later made another move with it's left hand, slowly beginning to slice her open. She tried to scream.

Soarin couldn't take it anymore. He swung onpen the cabinet, and launched at the creature, but bumped into it, falling in the floor.

The creature looked behind, meeting eye contact with Soarin. He was going nowhere now.

The creature left Firefly, dying on the floor, and threw Soarin into the carbinet, injuring his head really badly. Soarin gave out a slight sob. His ears was beeping, and he saw his vision blurring a bit, still making out the porpotion of the creature.

It proceeded to take it's right hand and get it around Soarin's neck, keeping him into the floor of the cabinate.

Soarin was done thinking. He knew what was coming. But first, he had one last thought.

''What is my life?'' He squealed to himself.

''Honour is my life.'' He responded to himself with a silent smile.

The creature came up to Soarin, tugging it's deep nails into Soarin's stomach. He Screamed in an agonizing pain, as his vision became more blurry, blacking edges around his eyelines. He felt an indescribeable pain.

The creature proceeded to rip open his stomach. Soarin was too unconcious to even scream, and he saw a white lining instead of a black one. The creature tugged onto his inner organs, ripping them out one by one. Soarin gave out one last agonizing scream, before it was all white.

He was gone.

The creature threw his organs onto the floor, and gave a gentle smile. In it's own thoughts, it has done a good job. It looked at the dead bodies, wondering what they would be to use for. An idea ticked inside of it's head. It did not really have any specific cosmetical items on itself, and it was bored with it's own look. Surely the skin of the two ponies would make a good sort of cloth.

But right now, it had new friends to make.

Author's Note

So, that is the end of the ''horror'' story! Might've put a bit more into expressing the things that was happening, but yeah.