Matthew was walking through the forest, leaving his former campsite several days behind him. For the first time in a long time, he felt exposed. The rags he wore weren't comfortable and the cold air was beginning to take its toll. He had nowhere to store the dagger and he had no shoes to cover his feet. And since it was beginning to get dark, the air became damp as well.

"We need clothes." Demon commented, appearing transparently beside Matthew.

"How oblivious do you think I am?" Matthew replied, glancing at the barely visible figure, "I've noticed. But, we're in the middle of nowhere with nothing. And, no thanks to you, I'm a wanted criminal. By now, the princesses are probably hunting us."

Demon just smirked and gave a slight chuckle.

"Oh, please." Demon remarked, "Those two wouldn't stand a chance against us."

"You're really full of yourself, you know." Matthew groaned in annoyance, "Do you honestly think we stand a chance against alicorn magic?"

"We might if we get our weapons back. And find our old ride."

Matthew stopped walking at looked at Demon, giving a dark look and receiving one.

"Listen carefully," Matthew growled, raising a finger, "you might be the one with the powers, but I'm the one in control. And you're wrong about them. They have more power than you can imagine."

"Not unless we get our things, ride, and the Black Gem." Demon smirked transparently, revealing sharp fangs.

"Ooohhh no! No! We're not looking for that thing. You've been talking about it for years and I'm very convinced it's not real. I'm not helping you look for it."

"I don't recall asking your permission."

Without warning, Demon's hand surged forward, entering Matthew's chest without injury or blood. However, since he was connected to Matthew, he was able to do certain things that were harmful to Matthew. Bullets, or any other projectile, were useless outside of his body's reach. But, if it was punches, kicks, or taking hold of Matthew's heart in his hand and squeezing slightly, those were effective.

"Keep in mind," Demon said flatly, looking down and watching Matthew convulse and struggle to breathe, "I'm the one in charge. You're nothing more than just my puppet. I say do something, you do it! We're getting the Black Gem, weapons, and our old ride. Got it?"

All Matthew could do was weakly nod.

"Good." Demon grinned, "Now get up. I hear voices up ahead. We might be able to get some proper clothes for us."

Hauling himself to his feet, Matthew stood up and began walking toward the various voices. Weaving between several trees and peering through some bushes, he spotted the lights of a small village. The sign on one of the buildings read; Coltera Ridge Post Office. From his vantage point, Matthew scanned the structures, until his eyes landed on a little dress shop off to the side.

"We might find something in there." Matthew whispered, keeping an eye out for movement.

"Oh sure." Demon said, rolling his eyes, "I'm certain we'll find a nice florescent pink gown and ruby slippers for you. C'mon, get serious, dammit!"

"Do you want me to die of hypothermia? Or would you like your vessel to be comfortably warm?"

"We survived in a cage in a cave for millennia. We'll take our chances."

"We survived in a cage in a hot cave for millennia. But, guess what, we're outside and it's cold out here. Immortal doesn't mean invincible, stupid."

Demon went quiet as he thought.

"Fine," he signed, "we'll go in. But nothing fluffy or brightly coloured."

"You're unbelievable." Matthew groaned, carefully stepping out of the shrubs with his dagger drawn.

Approaching the first building, Matthew pressed himself against the wall and shuffled until he reached the corner. He carefully peaked around and spotted a unicorn mare and a pegasus stallion talking to each other. The mare giving a smile to the stallion and facing Matthew's direction.

"I had a wonderful time with you today, Wrench Turn." She said, stepping closer to the big stallion, "The most fun I've had in a while."

"W-Well," the stallion stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "it was a nice day and I figured you needed some time to relax, Needle Point."

"Well, you were right. I've been so busy making clothes for the Manehatten fashion show this year, I haven't had time to myself. Thank you."

With that, Needle Point gave Wrench a kiss on the cheek and blushed. The stallion looking at her with wide eyes, only to have his eyelids lower slightly.

"Uh... A-Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" Wrench asked and giving a gentle smile.

"Hmm... Does seven o'clock sound good for you?" She replied, returning the smile.

"Perfect! I'll see you then."

Finishing their conversation, Needle Point trotted away, only to stop for a moment to look back and wink at the stallion. Then she continued on her way toward the dress shop and unlocking the door. She turned around once more to wave at Wrench before opening the door and entering the little shop. The stallion watched her disappear behind the door, before going the opposite way.

Meanwhile, Matthew remained silent and still as he watched the couple.

"We could use her." Demon hissed, rubbing his transparent hands together.

"What are you talking about now?" Matthew whispered harshly, scanning the street.

"Why steal rags, when the bitch can make us something more dignified? Then, we pay her... Permanently."

"No! No, no, no! That's an innocent pony just trying to make a living. And, by the looks of things, she just found someone worth her time. We'll wait until she goes to sleep, sneak in, grab a cloak or something, and leave undetected."

Demon was quiet for a moment, before making his decision.

"I like my plan better." Demon sneered, suddenly jamming his hands into Matthew's chest again, "My turn to drive!"

Matthew was helpless as Demon completely entered his body. He wanted to scream and cry out in pain, but Demon had silenced him before he had a chance. His eyes rolled back and his teeth became sharper with a set of fangs. Some veins rippled and turned black. Then his eyes rolled forward again, revealing them to be black with glowing red pupils. Taking in a deep breath, he smiled wickedly.

"Now," Demon hissed, licking his lips with a forked tongue, "let's see what the latest fashion is for someone like me."

Matthew followed him like a frightened ghost. His footsteps were muted and light shined through him like air. He was the transparent figure now, while Demon was in physical form.

"Please, Demon!" Matthew pleaded, racing for the door and trying to block the way, knowing it was useless, "Don't kill her!"

Either Demon wasn't listening or he didn't care as he grabbed the doorknob and twisted. To his fortune, it was unlocked and the door opened, ringing the bell above. The shop was small and was currently dimly lit. Behind the counter was a curtain that likely lead to a backroom of sorts. And, off to one side was a stairway that most likely went up to her apartment.

"Is someone there?" Needle Point called from the backroom, "I'm sorry, but the store's closed for the night."

Demon said nothing as he quietly locked the door, before drawing the blinds and curtains on the windows. Then he stepped up to the counter, holding the dagger behind his back.

"I need an outfit made." Demon said smoothly, keeping his eyes on the curtain, "It's rather urgent."

After a moment, Needle Point pulled back the curtain, looking annoyed at first. But, she was caught off-guard by what she saw in front of her. She was frozen with fear as the creature stared her down. Then she watched him step around the counter and slowly advance toward her. Automatically, she started back-peddling into the small room she came from. Followed by Demon as he revealed the dagger.

"You are going to make an outfit for me." Demon hissed, backing her into the corner, "If you scream, this dagger goes in your gut. If you try to fight..."

Without warning, Demon wrapped his hand around her neck and dragged her up the wall.

"I'll squeeze your neck so hard," he threatened, letting her go and watching her fall to the floor, "your head will pop like a pimple. Do you understand me, Needle Point?"

The terrified mare snapped her head up at him upon hearing her name.

"Yeah..." Demon grinned, "I know who you are. I know about your little fashion show. And I also know about your boy-toy. Wrench Turn is his name, correct?"

The poor mare was so stunned, she might as well have been turned to stone. But a quick slap to the face brought her back to reality. Numbly, she nodded her head slowly.

"Wh-What kind of outfit do you want?" Needle Point shuddered, rubbing her cheek and keeping low to the ground.

"A black long coat with pockets, black pants, black shirt, and black boots." Demon said, easing his glare, "Plus, a sheath for this dagger."

Needle Point raised herself enough to slink around him and go to a cabinet. Opening it, she found plenty of black fabric and matching buttons. But, there was one problem.

"U-Uh..." She whimpered, looking through the contents, "I-I don't think I have anything to make b-boots for someone like you."

Demon stepped up to the cabinet and slammed his hand into the wood, startling the mare.

"Don't give me that!" He growled dangerously, "You have plenty of shoes and boots for ponies in your showroom. You can make a pair for me. And you have leather making tools in the corner, use those. Here, I'll even give you a design."

Spotting a desk with sketch paper and a marker, Demon drew the boots.

"Make those!" He said, shoving the paper into Needle Point's face, "And give them good tread. Or I'll make them out of you!"

She nodded quickly, taking the sketch and rummaging through her things. After a few moments, she had everything she needed and started on the boots first. All with Demon watching and Matthew standing transparently behind him.

"You really are unbelievable." Matthew sneered, "Taking advantage of a frightened pony just to get some clothes. You disgust me!"

"Well," Demon said, keeping his eyes on the mare, "you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Needle Point asked, glancing at Demon.

"Never you mind!" He barked, pointing back at the half-made boots, "Stay focused on your work and not on me!"

"O-Okay... Sorry."

Before long, the boots were finished and shined as she polished them. Then, Needle Point placed them in front of Demon and watched carefully as he stuffed his feet into them. He walked in a circle, testing them.

"They feel good." He grinned, lifting his dark eyes back to her, "Why are you watching me? Get the rest of my outfit done!"

"I-I need to take your measurements." Needle Point whimpered, showing her measuring tape to him.

Demon eyed the tape then raised his dagger to her.

"Make it quick." He said, keeping his arm raised.

The frightened mare nodded as the tape moved around his body, controlled by her magic. She started with the outstretched arm, before moving to his shoulders. Demon watched as the tape slithered around his neck, noticing it tighten slightly.

"Don't even try it!" He growled, pressing the tip of the blade to her forehead, "Remember what I told you!"

Needle Point quickly loosened the tape and measured the rest of his body. Once she was done, she backed away from the dagger and began cutting the black fabric to the right lengths, before sowing them. It didn't take long for Needle Point to complete the coat, shirt, pants, and sheath. She wrapped each piece carefully in her magic and levitated them to Demon.

"I won't be needing this anymore." Demon said, removing the loincloth and exposing himself to the mare.

Needle Point quickly closed her eyes and turned her head away, feeling Demon take the pants out of her magical grasp. Once she was certain that his lower half was covered again, Needle Point opened her eyes again and watched as Demon dressed himself and stepped over to a mirror.

"Hello, handsome." Demon snickered, turning his gaze back to Needle Point, "I suppose, I should reward you for a good job?"

Something about those words caused the mare to sweat frantically as her eyes darted around the room.

"Tell me, Needle Point," Demon said, slowly advancing on her again, "do you accept blood money?!"

Her instincts took control as she dove away from his falling dagger. Demon grunted in annoyance as Needle Point dashed towards the front door, only to discover it locked. She looked back, seeing Demon approaching her as she failed to unlock the door. He was towering over her in a second, lining up his dagger for a killing thrust.

"I'll make it quick!" He grinned menacingly, "I prom-AAARRRGGHHH!!!!"

In a panic, Needle Point used her magic to grab the first thing she saw, which happened to be a pair of scissors. Without thinking, she drove them into the back of Demon's shoulder. It was enough of a distraction to allow her to rush upstairs.

"You'll pay for that bitch!" Demon growled, pulling the scissors free and dropping them on the floor.

He marched towards the stairs, finding Matthew attempting to block his way.

"That's enough, Demon!" Matthew bellowed, throwing a right cross at Demon's face.

The hit landed, but Demon wasn't phased as he barreled past and started climbing. Reaching the door at the top, he used his new boot to kick it open, only to find no one in sight. Just a closet, double-size bed, and an open window. He quickly stepped over to the window, looking out of it, careful not to get spotted. But, he saw no sign of the mare, which told him that she was most likely still in the room. Taking one last look, Demon shut the window and turned back to the room.

"Alright!" He hissed, approaching the bed, "Perhaps you're under here!"

Using little strength, he lifted the mattress, tossing it against the wall with force. Once again, finding no sign of Needle Point. However, the door to the closet burst open and the mare made a break for the window, barely opening it before being snatched away by one hand. Demon used the momentum of the grab to throw her against the leaning mattress.

"Pl-Please!" Needle Point shrieked, laying on her side and covering her head, "I-I don't want to die!"

"I don't remember asking you!" Demon hissed, pressing the blade against her throat.

Needle Point shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the blade to cut into her flesh. However, rather than feel the blade push in, she felt it pull away and heard laboured raspy breathing. She opened her eyes and saw Demon with his hands pressed against his head, the dagger still in his grasp. She watched him shake violently and sweat as he threw is head back in agony.

"AARRGGHH!!!" Demon wailed, staggering around the room, "MATTHEW, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! ARRGGGHH!!!"

Needle Point watched in horror as Demon threw himself against the wall. Unknown to her, Matthew had his transparent hands inside Demon's head and chest, trying to take control. He wrenched and twisted as Demon writhed and thrashed in pain. In his agony, Demon threw himself against the window, breaking the glass and rolling down the roof. Demon and Matthew still fought as they fell and landed on the ground.

"You blood-thirsty fucker!" Matthew grunted, keeping his grip, "If I could, I'd kill you here and now!"

"You don't have the gut for it!" Demon snarled, twisting and trying to get Matthew to let go of his head.

The commotion had drawn the attention of several ponies in their homes. One of which was Wrench Turn, who looked from the creature on the ground, then up to the broken window of the dress shop. Quickly, the stallion flew up to the window, finding the frightened unicorn mare shaking and weeping on the floor.

Meanwhile, Demon was losing the battle as he got to his feet. Slowly, his fangs retracted and his eyes whitened. The dark veins on his body faded and his breathing became leveled as Matthew began taking control. After a moment, Matthew blinked away the redness of Demon's eye, replacing it with dark brown. Then he looked around and saw ponies standing and staring outside their houses.

"Get the guards, quickly!" Wrench Turn called, looking through the window with Needle Point in his hooves.

Several ponies quickly rushed away, looking for some guards. As they did, Matthew looked up at the couple apologetically, before turning to run. But, when he did, he saw five large stallions blocking his path and advancing on him. They lunged at him, only to see him jump over them, knocking two out by bashing their heads together. The other three were quickly punched and outmaneuvered as Matthew made his escape.

"I'm so sorry!" Matthew called out as he charged into the forest, taking advantage of the darkness and disappearing into the shadows.

Author's Note

Hey, everyone.

Okay, I'd like to say first of all, I had no idea what I was doing for this chapter. It was basically mental vomiting.

Secondly, it took me a while to write this chapter because things were getting busy for me. But, that just happens.