Author's Note

Disclaimer: This work is very unpolished and it has a stronger connection to Silent Hill than My Little Pony. It is a story that features only my original characters and it was written at a time when I was incredibly depressed. As stated in a comment below, the setting for this story feels more like a Stephen King town than the Ponyville we know and love.

If you are looking for a stronger MLP-Silent Hill fanfic, then I recommend looking into SamRose's works. Otherwise, keep this disclaimer in mind as you dive into this and I sincerely hope you find enjoyment in reading it.

Prologue

I was almost there. To Ponyville. A small town in the land of Equestria. It was a place full of unique ponies, sometimes even considered to be crazy.

But all those ponies were gone. Because of the infection. A week ago, an outbreak broke out, killing everypony I knew. I haven’t seen a single pony since the outbreak. I fear for my insanity. How long will it take for me to become crazy? Or more importantly… How long do I have to live?

I wasn’t sure on either of those questions. I’m not even sure if I should just give up or not.

I was walking through the Everfree Forest. Peaceful as ever. The plants were dead, leaving a graveyard of leafless dead trees. There were no creatures to be seen, thank Celestia, if she was still alive. You’d expect that it would be brighter without the leaves, and it was. But this thick fog made it impossible to see where I was going... It was cold, damn cold. All I had was a white, buttoned up shirt, and a surgical mask. I even had extra masks, in case the one I wore got dirty.

I also had a few medical supplies. Just health drinks, though. Tasted like a cheap strawberry water flavor…

The trees stopped appearing. Huh? Was I out? That would be a yes, as a Ponyville sign kindly answered my question.

There were two paths. One had the Ponyville sign next to it, and the other had nothing… I think there was a house at the end of the other path. Some kind of a cottage. A place that can have useful supplies. Supplies that can be beneficial to my survival.

So I began trotting down the other path. Ponyville can wait.

Not much could be said about the path. There was dirt. Then a bridge. And more dirt.

I made it to the cottage, unharmed. I went to the front door, and turned the doorknob. It was unlocked. I pushed the door open and went inside. It was colder, but it felt more comfortable. Out there, in the fog… It felt like I was being watched.

The cottage was empty and quiet, as well as being somewhat dark. If it wasn’t for the windows, this place would have been pitch black. The wallpaper on the walls was also degrading, showing the wooden structure.

I quickly checked the downstairs for any useful things that I might need. Strangely enough, I found a rusty pair of bolt cutters in the kitchen. Could be useful, so I took it.

Upstairs, there wasn’t much either. I went into the bedroom. Empty. Then I entered the bathroom. The only good thing I found was a med-kit, which fit inside the mirror. When I closed the mirror, I found that I was lost in a gaze against myself.

Celestia, I looked terrible. My black hair was messy, bags were under my eyes, which were tinted with red. I looked like a professional actor that starred in an apocalypse movie. But I wasn’t an actor and this wasn’t a movie. It was real. With death and pain.

That got me thinking, why am I going to Ponyville? To die with happy memories? To get supplies? Which one was it? Why am I trying to survive? Everyone dies. No matter what. It’s not like I was going to be the saviour of the pony race… Because there isn’t anypony else, is there? Is there?

It finally hit me.

I sat back against the wall with a fearful expression of realization. There was no one. No one who cares about me. No one else here for me. What reason do I have to live for? No matter what, I will die. Alone. And there’s no point in surviving if I’m just going to die, no matter what.

There was a bed sheet on the bed. That will have to do.

I went into the bedroom of the pony who owned this place. It was messy. Things were on the floor, such as broken frames that held pictures and broken bits of wooden furniture. I took the bed sheet off of the bed and wrapped it into a substitute of rope. I levitated it upwards, and wrapped it around a big hook that was in the ceiling, which was meant for holding a lantern. And I tied the sheet rope into a noose. I checked the strength with my hoof. Sturdy. Now for a chair…

I went downstairs to get a chair from the kitchen. But something caught my eye. Outside, in the fog, something emitted an orange light. It came from the path. Out of curiosity, and maybe for the sake of delaying my suicide, I went outside and walked to towards the orange light. I even had to cross the bridge… It was strange how I saw this from the cottage. From such a distance.

I heard a fire, and then, I saw it. It was a campfire, which burned next to the Ponyville sign. That was not there before. And the craziest thing, was that there was a mare who sat next to it.

She was bright orange, her hair a darker shade of the same color. She wore an orange hoodie. The mare unicorn looked up from her fire, and gave me a look. “Oh. Hi?”

“U-uh…” I was shocked. There was a pony, alive. Right in front of me. And before I saw the light, I was about to…

End it.

An awkward silence filled the air alongside the fog. That was until Hailea asked me something, “Um… Are you going to say anything?”

“O-oh, y-yeah, sorry. It’s b-been a w-while since, you kn-know,” I said, with a frown. But on the inside, I was happy. I wasn’t alone.

She looked at me, with a confused expression. “Know? Know what? Did I miss something?”

I blinked. What? She doesn’t know about the outbreak? Those monsters that roam around in Equestria? Am I… Going crazy?

“I, uhh.” She continued to look at me. “... F-forget about It.”

“Mmm, o-kay?” She looked back into her fire. “So, what are you doing out here? In this fog?”

“U-um, I w-was going into P-Ponyville,” I forced myself to say.

“Oh… That’s unfortunate,” she said with a frown. Before I could ask why, she gave me an answer, “There’s a fence with this door. The door has chains all over it. Don’t understand why somepony would do that to the entrance of a small town like Ponyville… But, well, someone went out of their way to do that. So, unless you’re able to levitate yourself over the fence, there is no way through.”

“Ch-chains?” She nodded. “I-I actually f-f-found a pair of b-bolt cutters.” She looked up at me.

“Shit, really?” She asked. I nodded. “Well, I’m glad I met you. Not so glad that I spent my time making this fire- but, oh well. Must have happened for a reason.”

“Y-yeah.” I forced a small smile onto my lips. Not that she could see.

“Well, come on,” she said as she got up and went down the path. The path with the Ponyville sign.

“O-okay.” I followed.

“So, I’m Hailea. What’s your name?” She didn’t turn to look at me when she walked, which made it less intimidating to talk to her. Something in her eyes made me frightened of her. It wasn’t like that with anypony else, before the outbreak. If the outbreak is even real, that is.

“I-I’m Quincy,” I said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.

It was an awkward walk afterwards. Just two ponies, one colt and another a mare. Walking down a path, surrounded with thick fog. Sounds like a romantic setting, oh right. Unless she plans to murder me.

No.

She wouldn’t.

Would she?

Eventually, we came across a fence with a door on it. There were chains, alright. Two of them. Locking the door with the formation of an X. Just like the fence, the chains were tinted with black. The chains seemed old, but really sturdy. In fact, you can see deep dents on the door. Looks like Hailea tried to break it down with her hind legs.

“Well, get out that bolt cutter and cut those chains. I don’t have all day.”

I got out the bolt cutters with my magic and went to the door. As I position the cutters over one of the chains, I thought of something to ask, to, you know, seem less anti-social.

“So, why are you coming to P-Ponyville?” I snapped the chain. It fell onto the ground.

“Why do you ask?” Hailea quickly asked.

I levitated the bolt cutter over the other chain. “I-I dunno. J-just curious, I g-guess.” The bolt cutter snapped the chain like how a knife slices through soft butter.

Hailea was quiet for a moment. “It’s just to see some ponies, okay? My family.”

I turned to look at her. “O-oh.” I tried to think of something to say. “W-well, good luck on finding t-them.” I gave a weak smirk under my mask.

I think she noticed it, and gave a weak smile back. “Thanks. Now let’s open this door.”

I pushed the door, but it didn’t budge. That’s when we both noticed a master lock was slammed onto it, as if the chains weren’t enough.

I simply used the bolt cutters to break it off. As I did so, Hailea asked me a question.

“I’m s-sorry?” I said after I turned to her.

“I said, why do you stutter a lot?” She asked.

“O-oh, well. I h-had an accident a-as a k-kid. Let’s j-just leave it t-to that, p-please?” I asked.

“Oh. Alright. Just thought you were shy or something,” she said in a defensive manner.

“N-no, it’s not th-that. It’s j-just... Personal.” I push the fence door open. After we went through the door, I stopped. She did as well.

“Well, I guess this is where we split, aye?” She grinned. “Thanks for helping. If we meet again, I’ll be glad to see you.”

“Y-yeah… S-same.” I looked around. Fog everywhere. It’s gonna be nearly impossible to navigate through a town that you can’t even see.

“Well, bye, Quincy.” Hailea wandered off.

I looked at her. Then gave a quiet shout. “H-Hailea!” She turned around. “S-sorry for s-sounding aggressive, b-back there.” I wasn’t too much of a jerk, was I?

She blinked and smirked. “Don’t worry about it, Stutters!” Then she vanished into the fog.

I smiled under my mask. I like her. She is a little intimidating, but once you get to know her, she’s actually alright. Wait.

Did she call me stutters?

I sighed. Why am I cursed with my stupid voice? B-b-because talking like a n-n-normal pony is j-j-just too difficult f-f-for me?

I decided to focus on something else.

Now,

Time to enter Ponyville.