Clash of the Legends

Scorch had began his 'Oh-Dear-Sweet-Mother-Of-Buck-Something-Is-Moving-In-Those-Bushes' stage of panicking. The gas-mask he wore under his helmet was barely helping with the smell of moisture, he was sure things were staring at him, and at one point he swore he felt something run down his leg. In his hoping that it was piss, he began to dart his eyes about, trying to see if somepony was there. He was almost crying with the stress. He was in a dark, unknown point of the forest, he could be found by Psycho Scorch, Murderer Scorch, HitMane, or worse at any point, and he couldn't smoke his tobacco through the mask. Deciding his last resort was to teleport, he remembered how draining the first spell was, and soldiered on. The lenses of the mask were making it hard to see through the darkness that had befallen the forest, so he focussed hard, and after a few seconds a lantern appeared in a red flash of light. Just as Scorch breathed a sigh of relief, the lantern's light illuminated his fears:

A pony was stood staring at him, barely a few feet away from him, the mouth scarred and coated in blood into a horrific smile. His eyes had nothing there, simply black holes. His fur bleached a sickeningly pale white, the pony simply stared not at Scorch, but at the camera. Neither moved for several seconds before a voice came, as hissed and hoarse as a demon.

"WHY DO YOU NOT SLEEP?"

Scorch's screaming suddenly pierced the mask, roaring through the night and shattering the silence. At this, the other pony opened its' mouth and revealed sharp teeth, before throwing itself at Scorch-Mane and spewing his blood everywhere in one swift move and screaming at the camera once more.

Twilight had a stitch. But she carried on towards the hall. The book didn't describe the being, it simply stated the dangers of it's existence. She continued her run, passing Sugarcube Corner and skidding past Bon-Bon's shop. She eventually reached the town hall, with all eyes transfixed on the projection. Applejack quietly hissed to her,

"Where in tarnation have you been?!" she whispered as Twilight stopped next to her to catch her breath. "Y'all missed a touchin' moment between some Pegasus fella and Princess Celestia!"

"What...?" Twilight panted. "That's not important... Lieutenant Scorch-Mane... In danger..."

"Slow down, sugarcube." Applejack muttered.

Suddenly, the camera changed again. Instead of 'Lt. Aerlion Drift', it said once more "Lt. Scorch-Mane'. The location had drastically changed, as instead of a barn dimly lit by one bulb, the camerapony was in a dark forest with no light at all. Masked, panicked breathing could be heard, and eventually the area got slightly brighter. Twilight guessed this was the stallion doing magic. If I ever meet this guy, Twilight thought to herself upon seeing the feeble attempt at magic. I ought to show him REAL magic. These thoughts were dispelled by all the ponies in the hall, mare and stallion, gasping in horror at the screen.

On the screen stood a white pony, blood around the mouth painting a bloody smile, and no eyes at all. The hall was silent, save for the breathing and a heartbeat. Twilight was having a panic attack. It was looking at the audience, at individual ponies, until stopping on her. A voice suddenly crackled through the speakers set up around the hall, courtesy of Vinyl Scratch.

"WHY DO YOU NOT SLEEP?"

A yell was heard over the speakers, before the horror pony opened its' mouth and lunged at the camera. The whole audience screamed in terror at the prospect of this being on their doorstep. Zecora was unconcious on the floor in panic.

The camera finally cut, yet did not stop the screaming coming from the speakers. After a moment of silence, another voice came again.

"I WILL PUT THE CHILDREN TO BED."