We Are The Night.

Nightmare Night was a time Skree-Skree adored, not because of the clear cool nights nor the bright stars lighting up the world in a beautiful twilight. It was due to the fact that on this night alone, ponies seemed to just throw away all types of sweets.

Sweets she would claim as her own.

From those fruity little Mango Pops.

Oddly Sour Tarts.

Devilishly delicious Dunk Em’s.

And even her favorite Pumpkin Pies!

Just sitting on window sills for anypony to take, their lovely aromas filling the air like a cascade of flavor nay a parade of flavor!

Cascades or Parades, it did not matter any, it all called for a raid.

Which is what she would do, this night flying through the clouds high above. Her slitted violet eyes kept a close eye on the town of Ponyville below, the scents of hundreds of flavors driving her towards the edge.

She just had to strike a small bit, to tide her hunt over.

Plunging to the world below, she let the cool air caress her soft fluffy coat.

Zipporwhill cantered down the empty path towards AJ’s Farm, the path was truly dark and twisted at night. Her small frame shivering, even though she was dressed as a cute little teddy this year.

Keeping up her pace, she kept her thoughts of the party ahead in her mind, to help calm her nerves from the silent path. A shadow quickly flashing behind her as she froze in place, spinning around to see nothing but the abyss.

“Anypony there? Are you the friend or the foe? Even as a foe, couldn’t we still be friends?” Zipporwhill spoke in a sweet and innocent tone, the darkness never lifting as no reply was made.

“I’ll be going now! Bye stay safe!” She spoke slowly as she swallowed a large lump in her throat, turning around to come face to face with glowing eyes inside a nearby bush.

They were a sharp violet hue, slitted upward yet was not frightening at all. Instead they sparkled in a beautiful innocent way.

The filly couldn’t help but break into giggles, the sound melodic and sweet. Filling the silent cold sky with warmth, spreading an innocent vibe across the land.

“Hello Bright Eyes! Do you want a Sour Patch Filly?” Zipporwhill asked the glowing eyes politely, receiving a mere bat of the lashes.

“Ah! Of course not, it is a night for the sweets! How about a Mango Pop?” She squeed sweetly and dug into her small bag of candy, removing a brightly colored orange sucker.

The eyes vanished from view before a small grey muzzle poked out of the bush cutely, it was far more fluffy than a normal ponies and twice as cute.

“Here you go! Stay safe Bright Eyes, I love you!” Zipporwhill placed the pop into the mouth of the creature softly.

“Mmm. Skreee.” The muzzle suckled the pop softly, whispering a polite skree and vanishing from sight.

The filly smiled, a new song filling her heart. She cantered away down the open path, everything around her seeming just a bit brighter.

Skree-Skree fluttered through the sky happily, a small pop sticking out the side of her mouth while she suckled on its blast of fruity flavor.

It was a party in her mouth and for once she was invited.

Her coat fluffed out in the crisp wind of the night, it felt like a large brush simply grooming her coat lovingly. This night was great, nothing could top a Mango Pop.

Her violet eyes snapped down to a forgotten patch of land near The Everfree, a treasure like no other in plain view. A pumpkin the size of at least ten nay twenty Bat Ponies, sat in the middle of an abandoned patch alone and for the taking.

Skree-Skree watched it seem to glow in the pale moonlight, her chest heaving wildly before she bolted towards it like a lightning strike.

Soon her small fluffy frame clung to the side of the massive fruit, drool flowing down her chin from both sides and splashing onto the soil softly.

Her whole body shivering on the verge of ecstasy, she could only muster one thing.

“EEEEEEEEEeeeeee!”