Pyramid Head goes to Ponyville

Chapters

A Lost Traveler
The Creature
The Spell
The Zebra
The Names
The First Kill
The Journey
The Shy
The Dream
The Kidnapper
In Times of Need, Turn to Friends...
Catching the Pinkie
Meanwhile, in another place (1/2)
Meanwhile, In another place...(2/2)
A New Set of Travelers
The Release
Take a look, it's in a book, The Reading Rainbow...

A Lost Traveler

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A single, small figure trotted along with her cart in the thick fog.

"Where in Celestia am I? I can tell this is no longer the Everfree, that's for sure." The creature suspended a map in front of her with some unknown force, turning and folding it to try to find her current location.

"GAAAAAH!" she suddenly screamed. "WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!" the creature started to stomp on the concrete out of frustration. "I AM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE FOR TARTARUS' SAKE!" She stamped the ground one last time before looking up. She noticed something on the side of the road not far ahead of her. Out of curiosity (and the need to concentrate on something else at the moment) Trixie dropped her cart and started to move towards the object.

"What...is this?" Trixie got closer to the large, looming object. When she was a few feet away, she realized what it was.

"It's.....a billboard? But..." She looked closer to find the writing on to be a completely different language. "What the....am I...IN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT COUNTRY?!" Trixie spun around, and started to pace back and forth, calming herself herself down while thinking.

"Okay, so it official: I'm lost. But I shouldn't worry!" Trixie chuckled a little bit, and put on a cocky tone. "I am the Great and Powerful Trixie, after all. I always found my way home when I have lost my sense of direction before!" She looked around her. Was it just in her head, or had the fog gotten a bit thicker?

"hmmmm....." Trixie thought for a second, her hoof on her chin."But first I have to solve this fog problem." She continued to think, and think, and-

"Aha!" The mare exclaimed. "Its so simple! All I need is light!" Trixie started to focus her magic into her horn, then imagined a bright light. With a little sound of energy, the unicorns horn started to disperse bright light in all directions. Then the light was focused into a wide beam.

"Perfect!" Trixie walked forward, being able to see much farther now. "Now...wait a minute...I forgot my cart!" she quickly turned around to go back to her cart.

Luckily for her, Trixie noticed the new cliff before she walked herself off of it.

"What the hell?!" she backed away from the giant gap. "This wasn't here five seconds ago!"

Trixie slowly moved to the edge of the mysterious new cavern. She looked over the edge to find nothing but endless darkness at the bottom.

"Well, I guess I have to move forward then." She started to trot down the road, passing the sign she had discovered. She moved onward, without a thought of what might lie ahead.

For any human can read that sign and fear the very words upon it.

Welcome to Silent Hill

The Creature

Trixie continued down the foggy road. It has been a while since she passed the sign. The mare started to wonder how far she has walked.

"Ugh, my hooves are killing me!" Trixie whined. "But, I must keep going if i want to find somepony to help me."

In the distance, the unicorn could see a small building in the fog, highlighted by her light beam. And another one next to that one. And another. And-

"Finally! A town!" Trixie started to sprint. "HELLO?! ANYPONY?!"

Trixie started to notice some strange things once she got closer to the buildings. Windows were shattered or missing, doors were boarded up, and the buildings themselves looked aged and decayed. Another thing struck the blue coated mare as she looked around.

It was empty.

Trixie stood still for a moment, quieting her panting, trying to make herself silent.

She listened for anything.

Nothing.

Huh, she thought to herself. Nopony's here. That's....strange. Kinda creepy too.

"I'll just have to pass through. It'll be easy as cake!"

Suddenly, a high pitched, monotone sound started to ring in the distance. It grew louder and louder, as the town suddenly grew darker and darker.

"Wha-...auuugh! AAAAAHHH!" Trixie tried to plug her ears, but the sound pierced her eardrums even harder. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" She started to tremble as she fell to her knees. The sound started to die down at this point. Trixie was still phased on the ground.

"W-where did the sound go? is it over?" The mare opened her eyes, only to find it darker than with her eyes closed. "what the-I can't see a thing!" Trixie started to walk very slowly, her front hooves searching for any obstacles in the pitch blackness. She noticed that the ground didn't sound or even feel the same way as before. Instead of concrete, the new material felt more like...metal.

She continued to trot at the same pace. "Oh! That's right! How could I forget? i have my own source of light!" Trixie conjured the light beam that she had used before.

"Alright, now to start...." The unicorn paused in shock. The whole area around her had suddenly changed. The buildings were now door less statures of metal pipes and bars, the ground replaces with rusty grating. As she turned she could see more: strange bodies of...some kind of flesh...were suspended on crosses made of metal and barbed wire. Some were nailed to trees, now dead and burnt.

Trixie got on her knees and vomited. This was way too much for one pony to handle.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!" She cried into the black sky. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" she started to sob out of fear and confusion.

After a minute, Trixie calmed down. She wiped her mouth, and got up on her hooves.

"Okay...I have to get out of here." Trixie turned around.

But something was blocking her path.

Something tall, pale....

and terrifying.

The Spell

Trixie slowly started to back away from the being looming over her. One reason was because of its blood soaked body. The other reason was because of the large weapon it seemed to be holding in its hooves....no, not hooves. 5 smaller legs extended from the end of his leg, each different sizes. they seemed to grip the large sword he was carrying. (Of course this would be a pony's best description of a hand if she ever saw one)

The creature was extremely muscular. With every detail she noticed about this...thing, Trixie became more scared and confused. Below the things torso there was a large piece of leathery cloth covering its legs. This robe smelled of rotten skin. But it wasn't until she saw the things head when she started to truly fear it.

Covering its head (or where Trixie considered the monsters head to be) was a rusty, metal, triangular object. Its tip (facing Trixie) was longer than the back. On each side of this strange helmet was Grated Metal, probably so the thing can see. Several bolts were screwed into the object, and maybe even into this things head.

It stood there, not making any other sound than low, raspy breathing. Trixie couldn't see them, but she imagined pitch black eyes staring through the metal mask into her very soul.

"I-I am t-the Great and-" Trixie gasped for some air. "Powerful Trixie! F-Fear...me...o-or else I s-shall have t-to use m-my powers a-against you...vile d-demon!" she tripped and fell on her flank.

Then the thing started to move.

Dragging its sword behind itself with an ear piercing grind, the creature took an earth-shaking step towards the fallen mare.

And Another.

"I said," Trixie grunted with some strange courage that want in her before. "Stay BACK!"

The unicorn focus all of her energy into her horn, then fired it at the creature. A beam of dark red light hit the creature in the chest, where it started to consume the monster.

The monster started to furiously swat the dark red mist off of itself, but the red mist was faster. With only the helm remaining, the creature let out a low, load roar as the mist consumed its entire body. The cloud that surrounded it started to shrink and shrink until there was nothing there.

"...huh? What..did I do?" Trixie looked around. The area started to turn back to normal, the darkness peeling away like old paint. After all of the evil disappeared, there sat a very confused and scared mare.

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Red. That's one of the two things I could remember after that...thing...shot me with that beam of mist.

The other thing was the feeling of changing, my body morphing into something else. It stung all over, being one of the most painful things I have experienced in my life.

And then, my vision blackened. I thought I was dead, then doubted it. I knew that I couldn't die. It was one of my curses that I had to deal with, being the Judge of the Accursed and all.

And no more thoughts occurred in my mind.

I awoke after a while in pure darkness. I was on a bed, I could tell that much . It was quite comfortable, in fact. I sat up, and looked around. I was in a small room, with shelves stocked with unusual bottles and bowls, filled with flowers, spices and other strange materials.

But the second thing I noticed shocked me.

Where did my helmet go?

The Zebra

I decided to move out of my bed. I stood up...or at least tried to. I fell as I found that I now had no balance whatsoever.

"Gah...wait a sec...am I...talking?" My...new voice was a lower one, with some rough texture to it. To be truthful, this was the first time I had actually heard myself talking. In a normal voice, that is. When I was in Silent Hill I usually stuck to my thoughts than my words. And when I did speak, it usually came out as a raspy whisper or a low groan.

I stopped pondering at this new voice I had and tried to get up once more, for I didn't enjoy having my face on the ground. I failed as quickly as I did before.

I let out a groan of Impatience. I glanced behind me to see my feet...only to see a new body. It belonged to me, I was sure. But instead of feet, or even normal legs...I had the legs of an equine and hooves to replace my feet.

"What the hell?" I looked forward to see my hands. Alas, they too were replaced by hooves.

Great, I thought to myself. I'm a horse. What now?

I continued to lay on the ground for a while, still trying to figure out how to get up.

"If I'm a horse...then..." I tried what I suspected. With a push with each leg, I slowly rose and stood on all fours.

"Well." I said to myself. "That worked." But now walking...that's a completely new challenge. I tried to take a couple steps, only to find myself on the floor again. Did I have to practice walking all over again, and in a new body?

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and shutting got my attention. I got up as quietly as I could, and looked at my bed. It was only a few steps away. But unfortunately I didn't have those steps. So I used the only mode of transportation that I knew so far.

Falling forward.

"Ow. Fuck. Ouch!" I fell, got up, fell, got up, fell, and got up once more. By this time I had finally reached the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable mode of transportation, but it was the only one I had.

"Okay...How do I climb in?" I thought out loud with a yell. God Damnit. I quickly switched to my thoughts. Did I turn into an idiot too? I could have alerted the person in the other ro-

"Hmm, I think I heard my guest shout; Let me go see what it is about" came a lower female voice from outside of the bedroom door.

Fuck Fuck Fuck! I started to furiously scramble onto the bed, only to bundle the sheets, tangle my legs in them, and fall off of the beds edge.

I was dazed for a second: I must have hit my head. I opened my eyes a bit more to see a white and grey figure standing in the doorway.

I stared at it. It stared right back.

But then the creature started to laugh. "So, you finally came around; Tell me, Did you make that sound?"

My vision started to clear up, and I could see this creature with full detail. It, or she (I assumed because of her voice) was a zebra. Her mane was perked up in a Mohawk. She wore 2 large golden earrings, and had a necklace and leg rings with the same color. Her face didn't match my memory of a zebra's, or even a horse's face. It was more...cartoonish and soft

with big eyes with light blue irises.

I noticed a mark on her flank, a particular one I might add. A spiral surrounded by triangles. I wonder what it meant.

The zebra got closer to me, looking at me with confusion and worry.

"His brain seems to be stalling: of course, that's a side affect from falling..." The Zebra said to herself.

"My brain is not stalling, I assure you." I finally spoke up. The mare stepped back a bit at the sound of my voice. Good, I thought. I'm still capable of causing fear.

I stood up again, finding that I was a little bit taller than the zebra. But with a small raise of her neck, she was still able to get eye level with me.

"um...may I ask where I am?" I asked, trying to soften my tone.

"He also seemed to have gotten amnesia," The zebra muttered. "There will be much I must teach him."

"Hello? I am still here." I said, a little annoyed now. "I can hear what your saying, you know."

The zebra shook her head and gave an apologizing smile. "I am sorry my friend, to make you confused: its just that I have not seen a colt like you."

"Well...what do I look like?" I had just started to wonder if my face has changed a great deal or not.

"hmmmm...." The zebra thought for a second. "I have a mirror that you can use for you face: excuse me while I get it from my back space." She trotted out, and came back a few seconds later holding a small mirror in her mouth.

The zebra held up the mirror for me to get a proper look at my head. But what I saw instead wasn't what I suspected.

I had a light grey coat of fur with some soft red marks streaking the side of my body. Appropriate, I thought. It reminded me of blood. My face was a different story. It looked similar to the zebra's shape wise, but was more bold and straight, like a male version of the zebra. My mane was dark red with a small black base and lighter tips. I liked it. My face, though, was a pain to look at. It was covered in scars and stitches, like I had been attacked by a pack roof angry needlers. But what struck me was my eyes. My iris was a deep red. But then it pulsated to pitch black. And then back to red.

"Well..." I said to myself. "That's strange"

The Names

I spent a few more minutes looking at the rest of my body. It was...really weird having your body change. You get wised to the body and then poof! Now you have a body that you are slightly oriented to.

I noticed a marking on my flank while I observed myself in the mirror. It was a symbol of three circles inside of a larger one. Strange hieroglyphs bordered the outer circle, while some covered the inner portion.

One that was part of The Order could recognize that mark without trouble.

The Halo of the Sun, or the Goddesses Crown.

Another appropriate thing to add to the list.

The zebra peeked over the mirror at me. "Please don't think of this question as strange, but I desire to know your name."

I stopped posing and got in a tall, proud stance. I always had the biggest of introductions planned out for things like this.

"I," I boomed, "am Xuchilbara, The Red Executioner, The Angel of Torment and Pain." I looked down at the mare, expecting a impressed, fearful, or amazed expression.

All I got was a look of What the Fuck is this guy talking about?

I softened my stance and placed a hoof behind my neck. "But, you can just call me Pyramid Head. I mean..."

She raised a hoof to me. For some reason I stopped talking. With a small smile, the zebra cleared her throat.

"I am Zecora, a professional potions mare; I live in the Everfree, where to go in no one dares."

"Uh huh..." Why is she speaking in rhyme? I asked myself; though I didn't really want to ask. "So...I guess that I am in your home, at the moment?"

Zecora nodded. "I found you outside, In a crater alone; so I dragged you here to my home." She turned and pointed out of her window. I wobbled over to her and looked outside.

The area was heavily covered with trees, plants, bushes. I assumed that it was normal forest vegetation. But one spot about 30 yards away was cleared of any plant life. In the middle of this dead zone was a crater about 20 feet wide.

I stared in silence. How could I have survived a fall that made that? It would have killed a normal...oh wait.

I just remembered that I wasn't normal.

"Okay. So, Zecora, when you found me, was I like...This?" I gestured to my body.

She nodded once more.

"Damn. Wait, did you find anything with me?" I asked with high hopes that maybe she found my Great Knife and was keeping it safe.

"I'm sorry," Zecora responded, shaking her head. "but when I found you in that field (she pointed to the crater), you had nothing to yield."

I turned and snorted. "Well this is fucking great! No helmet, no sword, I'm a horse; How can this day get any worse?!" I stomped at the last words.

ROOOOOOAAAAAAARRRR!!!

I snapped my head to the door. "Okay...what was that?" I turned back Zecora for an answer, but she looked too terrified to answer.

The zebra gulped. "That roar..." she started to back up slowly "was a Manticore's"

The First Kill

The dark red mist came back again. But this time, I invited it the cover me. I had a feeling about its purpose.

I felt my body change again, although it wasn't as painful as it was before. My front legs stretched out, my hind legs doing the same. I felt fingers growing out of my hooves. I watched as I righted myself, standing on two legs. A certain weight returned to my head, my sight blocked by a familiar shape. Heck, the body felt familiar.

It felt good to be the old Pyramid Head again.

I looked down to see my Great Knife, its handle resting in my hand. It shook with excitement, for it knew it was time to kill again.

Don't worry, I thought to my sword. We'll be killing soon enough. I looked back up at the manticore before me. It was furiously swiping away at my servant insects, who were crawling up the beasts legs.

No. It is my time. Leave. The insects started to scurry away, but the manticore still scraped its legs like the insects were still attacking it, eyes closed with fear.

"Idiot" I tried to speak. Instead, and not surprisingly, it came out as a low, raspy growl.

The manticore opened its eyes and looked at me. It tilted it's head, wondering where the pony me went off to, and who this new creature was. Then it noticed the Otherworld behind me.

Out of confusion, the manticore did what it would usually do in a situation like this. It got ready to pounce.

Come at me, you son-of-a-bitch! I yelled in my head. I stood completely still, trying to stare this creature into submission.

That didn't work, like I expected it not to.

The Manticore pounced with such tremendous force that the earth cracked a little. Faster that a bolt of lightning, the beast flew at me and swung its mighty claws at my chest.

I simply grabbed its paw before it hit me, stopping the creature in its tracks. It tried to free its paw from my grasp, but I had a grip of steel.

I raised my knife high, its tip pointed into the back of the manticores paw. And then with a great push, the blade went straight through the beasts tough hand and out of its palm like it was hot butter. The knife then suck into the dirt, covered with a fine layer of fresh blood.

I basically nailed that motherfucker to the ground.

The Manticore screeched in pain, roaring and twisting, trying to free itself. I couldn't decide whether to torture it more, or just end its life.

Who was I kidding? I went for option #1 immediately.

I reached for the beasts shoulder, and grasped onto its hide. And with a simple yank...

rrrrrRRRRRIIIP!

I tore off all of the skin on the manticores arm. It must have been one of the most painful and terrifying things it has ever felt and seen in its life, feeling the air burn his expose muscle, watching his white tendons pull back and forth.

To me it felt like peeling a big, furry banana peel with a juicy red banana inside.

The Beast screamed in agony, falling to the ground in pain and exhaustion. I twisted my sword out of hits hand, and walked up to the Mantacores head.

With a pitiful look in its eyes, the creature looked up at me, still suffering from the pain I had caused it.

Then I drove my blade through the things forehead, with the satisfying crack of its skull snapping under my swords pressure, followed by the slicing of its brains.

Blood ran down its face. Its eyes were now grey and lifeless.

I stared down at the dead beast, happy with my handiwork.

I felt the mist surrounding me once more, my shape returning to Horse form.

After the blood fog cleared, I spat on the Manticore's face with disgust.

"That's what you fuckin' get, you piece of shit." I trotted away from the dead creature, leaving a track of bloody hoof-prints.

The Journey

I walked back to the cabin door to find Zecora still standing there, her pupils the size of pin heads. She was shaking horribly that I thought she was having a seizure or something. But, I was lying to myself. I knew exactly what this was, and what caused it. This was pure terror. Not the heart pounding, suspenseful BOO GOTCHA kind of terror. No, this was in fact the purest form of fear, the fear one has when when he or she is running from a murderer, the kind of fear that only the most horrifying of things can trigger.

Unfortunately for her, she had just seen my true form, which was one of the most terrifying of all things.

She shook her head, and slammed the door in my face as I got close to it.

Her fears were understandable. I sighed and thought of a way to explain. But how do you explain to someone (or now in my case somepony) that you are a monster, a being created for the purpose of murder and torture?

I sat silent for a second. I had to clear the air somehow, need it be difficult or not.

"Hey, Zecora?" I looked through the window. I couldn't see her at all. "Will you just...I know what I did was...well, terrifying, but that's not who I am...or is it...what the fuck am I saying ZECORA, PLEASE LET ME IN!" I started to pound on the door.

"Leave me be, you monstrosity!" I heard the shaken zebra yell out. "You are a demon of torturous sin! I'd end my life before I let you in!"

I stopped knocking. I absorbed those words: Demon, Monster. I knew I was both of them, I did, but I was never called those things by another soul. Was that what everything that knew me thought? That I was just a murderous being, born to kill, created to torture, and meant for destruction and pain?

Yes, I was. I was created for all of those things. To kill. To end. To cause pain and suffering. I demonstrated that on a once living creature not a few minutes ago, when it attacked me out of pure instinct. It was an animal, animals do that.

I realized something: Back in Silent Hill, I never thought about my actions. I did terrible things without thinking of what my victims did that really deserve it. Did that young woman deserve to have her skin ripped off, just because a crazy priestess poisoned her mind with lies and hate? Was that man required to be punished for what he did?

I never thought. But now I was thinking. Other things than my body have changed ever since I got here, like my emotions and morals. It was only now that I started to notice it.

I turned and started to to walk away from the cabin. Why did I? Why didn't I murder the zebra out of hate, frustration, and annoyance? Maybe because it was the least I could do for her after I had scared the hell out of her. Maybe it was better for her if I just left her alone to regain her sanity.

I looked back, opening my mouth to apologize; But by now I realized she wasn't really in the right state to listen. So I looked forward and kept on trotting, entering the dense vegetation.

I have been walking for a while now. I observed to interesting things about the land I was in and about me.

One:

The plants in this place were much different than the ones I had known about before.

Two:

When I approached these plants, such as a bright yellow flower I found, It will wilt, lose its color, and die. If I backed away though, it would burst back into color and bloom with great pride.

I sighed at the thought that I needed only to be near something to make it lose its life.

I walked on and on in the seemingly endless night. The only thing that highlighted the plants and roots on the ground was the beautiful moon that hung in the star-spotted sky.

Sometimes kindness can be hidden behind darkness, and only reveals itself when no one cared to look. I thought.

I continued on.

It was morning by the time I had left the Everfree forest.

I was greeted by a green meadow, dotted with small trees, patches of wild flowers, and tiny animals.

The sight made me sick to my stomach. I couldn't handle all of this peacefulness at once.

And plus I was tired from walking all night.

So I sat under a slightly tall tree and napped for a while. The sun let off a warmth that was too much for me, so I chose the shadiest spot I could find to rest.

Time passed when I heard something in the distance. It was...

Singing. A beautiful voice, even though barely louder than a whisper, filled the air with sweet music.

I got up, brushed my legs off, and started to walk to the source of the voice.

A few minutes later, I knew I was near the singer. I hid behind a tree, and peeked out of the side to see who was singing.

It was a mare...no, not just a mare. This was a Pegasus, to be exact. She was a light yellow, pastel colored pony with a long, flowing, pink mane.

The Pegasus fluttered softly around with a bag in her hoof, tossing seeds and bread to the birds that surrounded her in the air. She was humming a soft tune that the birds sang along with. I HATED pink. I also hated birds.

"What The Fuck is this?" I said aloud. The Pegasus snapped her head at me with a look of fright.

Fuck.

She squeeked and zoomed into a bush. The birds around her bolted for the leaves of the trees.

I should really start to learn how to keep my mouth shut, I scolded myself.

The Shy

Fluttershy started to shake in the bush she was hiding in. Who was that? She asked herself. Why was he watching me like that? Did I do something to upset him? Is he a stalker? Or maybe-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden beam of light. The Pegasus looked up, and found a gray, scarred face looking down at her.

"Hi...um, do you know where nearest town is?" The stallion asked roughly. He sounded very tired and weak. Fluttershy lost her fear of this new colt and flew out of the bush to answer.

"Y-yes I do. It's only a few miles away I-in that direction" she pointed south. "But you look really tired and-" suddenly the mare noticed something on the colts side. It was a giant, ugly looking gash right under his cutie mark. It looked really deep and painful. "Ohmigosh, what happened to you?!" Fluttershy looked closely at the wound, seeing if there was any dirt or anything inside of it.

The colt turned his head to look at the cut, with a look of surprise on his face. "huh. I never noticed that." he started to walk away from fluttershy. "So anyways, thank you for-"

"But...you have...a bad wound!" Fluttershy spoke up. "You should come over to my cottage. I can heal that wound for you. I-I mean, if thats okay with you, umm...." she looked to the ground.

The mare raised her head, expecting the wounded colt to have kept on walking, not to have heard a word she said. But instead, he was right next to her side, looking at her with his deep red eyes.

"I'm fine with the cut, so you don't have to worry about. But if you have a place to stay," He yawned. "I am extremely tired, and need some rest. I'll take you up on your offer, miss...?" He leaned forward a bit at the end of his sentence .

"Oh, ummm..." Fluttershy gently scraped the ground with her hoof. "My names....Fluttershy." she whispered.

"Fluttershy, huh? Quite a name." The colt answered softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry if you don't like my name, but you know, it was the one I was given, though-" She was interrupted by a hoof. She stopped apologizing and listened to the stranger.

"You have no need to apologize. In fact, I thought that name was kind of cute...and suiting." the stallion said with a small smile. It didnt really fit with the rest of his face, but it was a smile. "Oh yeah, thats right, I forgot to introduce myself. I Am-" he stopped for a second. He seemed to have had a grand entrance planned, but maybe thought it over. "Well, let me start over. My name is Pyramid Head."

"Pyramid head..." Fluttershy said to herself. What a strange name. His head doesnt even look anything like a pyramid, she thought. but then quickly scolded herself. Now, fluttershy, its not right to think of anybody else's name as wierd or strange. Thats just plain rude.

"Fluttershy?" The clot was right in her face with a look of worry. "Are you alright?"

The butter colored pegasus jumped back about a foot. "NoNoNo, Im fine, really. I was just l-lost in thought, that's all." she looked at the ground with embarresment, her cheeks glowing bright red.

Pyramid Head chuckled a little. "Thats alright. I have moments like that sometimes. Now, shall we head to your cottage? I am really eager for some sleep, after walking all night." He started to walk away.

"Um, Pyramid Head? No offense, but...that's not the right way."

The colt stopped dead in his tracks. Then he turned around with a goofy little grin. "I knew that." he trotted briskly back to Fluttershy. She giggled a little before starting to floating in the air, flying slowly at the same pace as Pyramid Head as they made their way back to the pegasi's home.

The first thing that I noticed about Fluttershy's cottage were the animals: The cute, cuddly little animals, either scurrying on the floor, or fluttering around this mares home.

It made me sick to my stomach, but I tried my best to hide it, out of respect to Fluttershy. (I also didnt want to fuck up this chance to get some sleep in an actual bed)

"Hey, thanks again for letting me get some rest, Fluttershy." I said politely to the Pegasus.

"Sure, PH." She said with a smile.

"PH?"

"I shortened your name a little bit, just so that it is easier to say. I mean, if that's alright with you to call you that. If you dont like it, I can just- you know what, I'm sorry I brought it up, just dont mind me."

"I like it." I said to her. "Saying Pyramid Head over and over could start to get annoying sometimes."

"Really? You do?" She said with a little grin.

"Yeah, yeah. Now if you excuse me, do you know where a bed is?" I was getting really sleepy at this point.

"Its upstairs to the right." she gave me one more little smile.

I proceeded to walk up the stairs and to bed.

Authors note:

The Dream

The dream I had during my nap was...peculiar, to say the least. In better terms, the dream was actually more of a vision, showing me around Silent Hill as it was currently. It started out in Alchemellia Hospital, inside of the cafeteria. Two Schisms sat at the back table, busy playing a game of connect four. Each dropped their chips in, until one of the monsters connected four of them together in a diagonal line.

"I win again!" It gloated in a hig pitched, raspy voice. The other one dropped its shoulders and frowned.

"Aw man. Thats the fifth time in a row!" The other schism pouted. Then after a few seconds it spoke up again.

"Best seven out of nine?"

The first schism smiled. "You're on." He dropped a yellow chip into the gaming board.

The dream moved again, this time to the butcher shop. Who else do I see than the Butcher slicing up some sort of flesh with his Great Cleaver, while whistling "Steamboat Willie" as he worked.

He looked up from his little bloody project and sighed deeply.

"Man I miss him." He continued to chop the meat once more, not missing a note of the old Disney song.

The next place that my dream moved to were the Blue Creek Apartments. Over in room 205, Walter Sullivan was lazing about in a blood stained chair. With a gun in his hands, He slowly aimed at the paper target he drew up and nailed to the wall.

BANG

A small hole ripped directly through the center of the target.

"Heh." he chuckled. "Another bullseye. Whaddya know." Walter layed his head back down, his long hair covering his eyes. He started to snore as he went into a deep sleep.

The dream then moved to a little play ground. It had all of the basic equipment: A small slide, a merry-go-round, some swings. One of the swingsets had a little occupant. Alessa Gillespie went slowly back....and forth. And then back....and forth. She wore a little frown on her face as she swung slowly, waiting for someone strong to push her. It was a sad sight to see, a little girl not having fun.

The vision moved to the Church next. There was my best bud: Vatiel. He was scribbling something maddly in one of the empty-paged notebooks he owned: Probably another idea for one of his crazy puzzles he makes for the victims. He started to slow down a bit and read over what he wrote. Suddenly a look of disgust filled his face.

"Bah! not original enough..." He tore the page out of the notebook, crumpled it into a ball, and then attempted to throw it into a near by waste basket. It missed the basket by a couple of feet, but still landed in the massive mountian of paper balls that layed beside the basket. Vatiel then continued to scribble, look over, criticize, and then throw away idea after idea. He must've had Torturer's Block or something that day.

The last vision that I saw was a memory of another good friend of mine: He was tall, white as a ghost, and as freakish as I was with a blank face and black tentacles wrigling from his elegant suit. Yeah, Slenderman was a cool dude to hang with back when he was around. Then one day he mysteriously disappeared after one of his "pages" went missing, and he proceded to go look for it outside of the town. I told him that he could just make another one, but in response he said "It wouldn't be the same."

I never saw him again after that day.

My dream suddenly switched back to dream mode.

I opened my eyes to find myself in my Demon Form. I waws in a small concrete room, by the looks of it. And I wasn't alone.

To my right, lined up against the wall, were six ponies. Two unicorn, one white and one purple, Two earth ponies, one pink and one orange, and two pegasi, one cyan blue with a multicolored mane, and...Fluttershy.

What I did next was unbelievable.

I walked up to the purple colored unicorn. Its face was lifeless, with grey eyes staring at nothing.

Perfect. I thought to myself. I reached forward and grabbed the unicorns face. But my hands allowed me to grip the entire unicorns head. I lifted the mare up, her body limp like a ragdoll, swinging slowly to the left and the right.

And then I tightened my grip.

The unicorns head was crushed underneath my mighty hand. Grey matter, blood and bone flew in all directions, painting the room the wonderful color of Death. I dropped the mare to ground, her head squished like an old, rotten tomato. I proceded to the next pony.

This unicorn had completly white fur and a lavish purple mane.

I brushed this mane very gently. It was wonderfully soft, and i realized that the unicorn must have taken great care of it.

I decided to rip this mane off with the rest of the mare's scalp.

Blood once again splattered around the room. I believe some got in my mouth, only making my blood lust grow stronger and stronger. I looked down at the mare, the top of her skull now exposed. And yet she still held that lifeless expression.

I reached around to my back and brounght out my Great Knife, slamming it on the ground. I lifted it behind me, and brought it down with as much force as I could.

It split the unicorn in half, straight down the middle. Both halves fell to the ground, the organs inside of them still pumping away as blood leaked all over the floor. I was happy with my work, as I ripped out its heart and smashed it on my chest, smearing bits of heart and blood all over my torso. The stench of flesh was a great stimulant to me. And to have it so close to me, directly on my body, drove me crazy.

The next pony, the pink one, was different from the others. Instead of a completly blank expression, this one had a smile spread across its face, making it nausiating for me to look at. But I could fix it.

I first tore of the mouth of the pink mare, exposing the bottom half of its head. I then ripped out the pony's throat, then put it on my arm like a sleeve. But still, I could see the remains of the smile on its face.

I changed that by ripping its head off, pulling the spine out with it. Blood again splattered everywhere.

More blood. I needed more of it.

The orange pony had a little blood spattered on its hat. Hmm.... I thought. What should I do with you?

Without a warning, my sword thought of something before I did, lunging itself underneath the mares belly, then lifting it up, nailing it to the wall. Blood gushed from the wound. I bent down underneath the stream of blood, and had a little blood shower.

"Under a waterfall, where dreams do come truuuuee..." I sang as the blood coated my body. I could see some of it dripping through my helmet. The stench...It drove me wilder....The blood...It brought out the best of me...the violence...like the days in silent hill...

I stepped out of the blood water fall. Turning back to the orange pony, I pulled my sword out of it's stomach. The mare slid slowly to the floor, leaving a mixed trail of blood and rust.

Next was the cyan pegasus. She, like the pink pony, had a different expression than the others. Her expression was a smug grin.

The first thing I did to it was rip off its wings. I studied the limbs for a few seconds, and then slowly brought one to my mouth.

And I began to eat. The mix of flesh, fur, blood, and feathers was divine. I crunched through the hollow bones with ease as I gobbled the rest of the wing. I did the same with the other limb. After I was done, I looked at the wingless mare, with blood dripping down its sides.

And then stomped its body to a bloody pulp.

I was laughing maniacally. It was appropriate at the time. I mean, I hadnt had this much fun since The last time a victim came to silent hill. The manticore wasnt enough for me either. I needed this massacure to relieve my murderous side.

The next pony was Fluttershy...and I didnt even flich. I began to rip apart the pegasus as soon as I was done with the Cyan one. Limbs, organs, and bones flew in all directions as I ripped and threw them about.

When I was done, I backed away and viewed the carnage that I had created.

One thing was the blood: IT WAS EVERYWHERE. The walls had changed from a dark, flat grey to a bright crimson red. On the ground were several bits and pieces of meat and bone. It added quite a nice texture to it.

As I looked over the Six bodies, two of which were not recognizable, I started to realize something. Killing wasn't a job for me. It never has. I killed out of pure pleasure. That's why I ripped off that womans skin, that's why I split that boys father in half, and that's why I wanted to kill and destroy everything in my path. Because I enjoyed it, Lusted it. I was a monster.

And I fucking loved being one.

At the last word of my thought I woke up. I sat up and looked around. I was no longer in that room. I was back in fluttershy's cottage. I looked at my hands....that were now hooves again. I sighed a dissapointed sigh, lowing my forelegs. I shuffled to the edge of the bed, sliding out and standing up sluggishly. I stretched out, and smacked the taste of my breath out of my mouth. I began to walk down the stairs slowly.

"Hey, fluttershy?" I called down the flight. No response.

"Huh. Fluttershy!?" I called out loudly. I quickened my pace a little bit.

I reached the last step and looked up. And then I gasped.

The place was an absolute wreck. Furniture was lying on the ground, shattered, other things scattered on the floor surrounded them. It appeared to be some sort of struggle.

Then I realized another thing that very second.

Fluttershy was gone.

The Kidnapper

"nghh....hggnnn..." Fluttershy moaned as she slowly drifted out of unconcienceness. Her eyes slowly opened, her vision blurry.

"Wha...what?" She said sleepily. "W-where am I? What happened?" She slowly got on her hooves (without stumbling once or twice) and looked around.

Fluttershy first noticed the rotting wood that made up the room she was in. It seemed to be aged, not replaced for...decades. Insects crawled in and out of the many holes that were bored into the wall. Fluttershy's skin started to shiver as the bugs' bodies squished themselves through these little holes.

There was nothing much else to see...A door, in the same condition as the wood, some windows, allowing beams of light into the dark space, a small desk and....

Fluttershy stopped and stared.

In the far corner of the room where the light did not reach was another pony. But this was no normal pony, Fluttershy could tell that immedieatly by how Freakishly tall he or she was. The ponies coat was a pure white, whiter than any white Fluttershy had ever seen. The mare or stallions coat even seemed to glow with its own aura. It was wearing a very simple yet stylish black suit with a tie. Fluttershy noticed some wavy, black tentacles pertruding out of the pony's back, but at first she thought it was just the shadows playing tricks with her mind.

Then Fluttershy moved her gaze to see its face, only to find that...

It really didn't have one.

Blank. No eyes, ears, nostrils, or mouth, It was like someone pulled the skin of whoever was lurking in that dark corner over all of the ponies facial features and bleached it afterwards.

Fluttershy started to whimper and shake violently. She had never been so terrified of anything before in her life. Even the dragon that she had boldly faced was less intimidating and frightning than this ghoulish figure that stood so still in the corner, effectively staring her down without the help of eyes.

"Wh-who a-are you?" She whispered to the pony in the corner. The figure didn't respond. It just continued to stare.

Fluttershy slowly started to walk towards the door. Whoever this pony was, it was not someone she wanted to be around for much longer. Not breaking eye contact with the figure the whole way to the door, Fluttershy finally reached the handle. She looked away for one second, raising her foreleg to push the door open and run awa-

SWOOSH

Fluttershy snapped her head up to find the Pony right there beside her, its face a few inched from hers.

She stopped breathing for a few seconds. The shock prevented her from doing so. Her heart was pounding furiously as she was forced to take a closer look at the pony's face. She noticed some wierd movement underneath the mask like face that resembled a dark, shadowy liquid.

Before she could say anything or move, one of the tentacles on the pony's back shot out in front of her, grabbed the risen foreleg, and threw fluttershy at the wall. She crashed into it with a sickening thud. A crack followed not a millisecond later.

Fluttershy screamed in pain. She felt the taste of blood in her mouth. All she knew at the moment was that some bone in her chest broke when she had hit the wall. She didn't know which bone it was, but whichever one it was, it hurt.

A lot.

Sobbing and huffing in her pain, Fluttershy slowly positioned herself to lean against the rotting wood. She held the center of her chest, trying to ease her nerves and relieve the pain. She looked up with tears steaking down her face at the Figure by the door, who was now fully turned to her, staring at Fluttershy once again, not showing a sign of emotion what-so-ever.

Fluttershy tried to be as quiet as she could, even though the pain made it almost impossible not to let out a cry or a squeek. She realized that the figure wanted to keep her here. Trapped. And she was making sure to be quiet enough, so that the...Monster, that stood a few feet away from her, didn't hurt her.

Or next time Fluttershy wouldn't be able to take it.

In Times of Need, Turn to Friends...

I was panicking.

Sure, one may have expeirienced panic before. But sadly for me I have not had the chance to truly feel it.

And now here I was, franitically...well, panicking.

And boy was I having a hell of a time.

I continued to sift and rummage through the wreck on Fluttershy's floor, looking for anything that would give me a clue about who was involved in this struggle with Fluttershy, and now where her current location was.

No luck. All I could really see here was a mess and not a single hint of who caused it.

"Okay." I said to my self, hoof on my forehead. "Gotta think. What to do...what to do...Call the police?" I quickly looked around, searching for a phone. There wasn't one in sight. Ever since I came to this world I had noticed that everything was...old fasioned, not very technologically advanced. So that crossed out plan numero uno. "Nope. No phone...maybe...maybe...Go to town? But who would listen? Maybe...If its possible..." I searched the cluttered mess one more time, looking for a certian something...

"Aha!" I exclaimed. I held up a small frame with a picture inside. I couldn't really tell who the five other ponies in the picture were, because of the broken glass, but I could tell that fluttershy was in it, due to her butter-yellow coat and pink mane. "These must be her freinds!" I quickly broke open the frame and slipped out the picture.

Fluttershys friends were all brightly colored, like she was. There was a white unicorn, a pink pony, a cyan pegasus with rainbow colored hair, another unicorn, only being purple, and an orange one with white freckles. They were...

The same ponies I saw in my dream I had not a half an hour ago. The same ponies that I had brutally killed in my sick need for blood and terror.

I stood there quietly for a second, absorbing this new developement.

"Well, whoever they are, I still have to find them. Now, question is..." I paused. "Where do they live?" I looked at the picture once again, seeing if it could tell me anything.

There was a sign in the far corner of the picture. It said...Wel...welcome to...Ponyville?

Ponyville? Seriously?

That would be like renaming Silent Hill HumanTown or something. And that's just plain ridiculous.

But no matter. I still had to get there.

I stepped outside of the cottage and started to walk. I was trying to keep focused at the task at hand, but something kept bothering me. How would I meet these ponies? As many could guess by now I am not that social of a person. I never had the chance to be truly social, given where I lived before I arrived here in this land of Equestria, something I learned from talking to fluttershy. My only friends were...let's see...There's Slenderman, The Butcher...Walter...Alessa is more like...like a daughter to me so she doesn't count. Besides those guys, (and maybe some of the monsters) every other person I have met before I had try to kill, killed, or just scared them.

But, I started to worry less and less about the situation. I mean, I did a pretty good job at meeting fluttershy, right? I bet her freinds are just like her. This will be a piece of cake.

Wait, why would I have to meet them? Fluttershy's in trouble, and here I am thinking about parading around introducing myself. I owe it to her to get help as fast as I can.

I stopped walking for a second, realizing a glaring issue as I looked around.

"Am I going the right way?" I said to myself. Obviously I wasnt going the right way. I got so lost in my head that I got lost in real life too.

"Okay, lets see..." I looked over my shoulder. In the distance, I could see the small cottage that I had exited not minutes ago. "There's her house, and after we met we walked straight back from there..." I pointed my hoof in the direction of our meeting spot. "And she pointed...oh, where did she..." I thought for a second, trying to recollect my memory of the situation. "Was it..." I jabbed my hoof out to the left. "that way? Or was it..." I jabbed my hoof to the right, only for it to make contact with something hard.

"OW! fuck....." I shook my hoof a little, trying to ease my knuckles. I then looked at the thing I had involentarily punched.

It was a sign pole.

With an arrow pointing to the completely oppisite direction of my hoof.

That said Ponyville on it.

"Well," I huffed. "That's useful." I turned around and trotted down the dirt road, passing Fluttershy's house once again.

20 minutes or so later, I finally reached this "Ponyville".

It was a small town, with streets of cobblestone, buildings made of wood and...straw, it seemed. Several pastel colored mares and stallions walked up and down the sidewalks, nodding hello to each other as they passed by one another. Some market koisks were on the corners, selling vegetables, fruits, trinkets and other things. One little stand caught my eye. A grey, blonde-maned mare with walleyes sat happily behind a counter, over it a small sign that said "Muffins."

Then, out of nowhere, a Bright pink pony comes hopping over to the mare. Her hair was bubbly and hotter pink than her coat. A large smile seemed to stretch across her face.

I recognized the pony immmedieatly from the picture.

She said something to the googly eyed one, then dropped some coins on the counter. The grey pegasus (I finally noticed the wings on the mare, which surprised me. Why would a pegasus be selling muffins?) Nodded woth a smile, bent down, and brought up with her a tray of what seemed to be chocolate chip muffins. She pulled out two with a pair of tongs, and placed them in a bag. She handed the muffins to the Pink pony, which seemed to thank here, and started to bounce away. The grey mare waved a wavy wave (what else would a wave be?), and then went back to buisness.

I needed to talk to that pony. Fluttershy depended on it.

Fluttershy drifted off to sleep, despite her pain. The dream she had was the strangest one Fluttershy.

She found herself in a small, concrete room. There were some shelves around her, holding red helmets, cloths, and other things. There was a small cabinet by these shelves, with a red cross and some other symbol fluttershy couldnt recognise.

Fluttershy began to wonder what this strange place was, until she heard a voice coming from behind her.

"It's only gonna get worse, mate."

Fluttershy squeeked loudly as she spun around to see what made the noise.

There, standing in front of her, was some sort of strange creature. It was much taller than fluttershy was, standing on two legs instead of four. The forelegs of the creature were replaced with...arms. Much like the apes that she sometimes checked up had.

Its face was longer than an apes though. She couldnt see much of its hair underneath the large brimbed hat it was wearing. Behind the pair of yellow sunglasses it wore, fluttershy could see two peircing red eyes.

Both creatures stared at each other. Fluttershy was too shocked to scream.

Suddenly, a strange box-like object materialized out of thin air. The creature before her somehow seemed to catch it without any concentration. The thing proceeded to press a button on the box, and a strange song began to play out of it.

The creature then put the device down, and reached to his back. Out of nowhere he had unsheathed a large, ghoulish axe with a smile carved in its blunt side.

"Now this" it said with a smile, "Is a knife." The ape thing's smile then grew wider and wider, and then it released a maniacal laugh.

Fluttershy let out a scream.

To be continued.

Catching the Pinkie

I ran up to the bouncing pink pony, only to find that she could bounce faster than me.

"Excuse me." I said as nicely as I could pull off. But, the pink mare continued to bounce on.

I cleared my throat once I got closer to her. "Excuse me, miss? I wanted to say..." she bounced off, leaving me behind with my hoof in the air.

I grumbled. I wasn't going to be ignored.

I ran up as fast I could, and somehow, with hooved, grabbed the pony's shoulder.

"Excuse me, Miss?" My voiced was now getting an annoyed touch to it.

The pony then turned around with a smile. "Yes? Do you nee..." she stopped and stared at my face, her mouth opening slightly. Her pupils shrunk to the size of pinheads.

"Um, is there something wrong, miss?" I backed up a little, holding a hoof to my face to see if it had changed at all.

Nope. That wasn't the problem.

The pink pony kept staring and staring with those tiny black pupils. My spine started to shiver with intense pulses of energy flowing up and down my back. Man, that face...that just creeped the shit out of me.

Then, in a quick dramatic moment, the pony began to shake very violently, rumbing the area around with her.

I fell over a couple times as the energy from this pony shook the ground more and more. Did this pony have the power to create earthquakes or something?

Suddenly, a giant burst of confetti and streamers filled the air as the pony exploded right there with a massive boom.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I yelled as the party decrations slowly drifted onto me. I brushed them off of myself as quick as I could, thinking that these were the remains of the once intact mare. I sat down for a couple seconds, trying to recollect my sanity. But how could one regain his mentality if a living being just exploded into a barrage of party favors.

"What the Hell just happened?!" I yelled into the sky in confusion. All of the stallions and mares just minding their own buisness (strange...Its seems like they didnt even notice the events that just accured...) tuned their heads toward me with cocked heads and raised eyebrows.

I quickly rushed off, not wanting to be the negative center of attention for much longer. I began to speeding while I skidded into an alley.

Really, is this place this fucked up?! I yelled in my head. I took some deep breath, rubbing a temple with my hoof. All I wanted was some help, but instead I get exploding horses!

I turned around only to jump back as a crazy smiling pink pony that had burst into a party explosion not just a minute ago stood not two feet away from my face.

"Hi!" she said with a huge smile spreading across her face.

Quickly recovering from the surprise, I managed to step forward.

"uh....hi."

Suddenly the pink pony started to bounce around me, giggling the whole time. It was obvious she was excited, but....Excited for what?

"A new pony that I have never seen or smelled or heard or tasted before! But smelling and tasting would be kinda weird to do to some pony I had never met. What do ponies taste like? What do they smell like? Ooh, I bet I taste just like Cotton Candy! And I smell like freshly baked cake! And Applejack would taste like apple pie, Fluttershy would probably be banana flavor! I love bananas! I don't know what Twilly would taste like. Maybe like science. But what would science taste like? Ugh, actually, I don't want to know. Who else? Oh, yeah, Rarity would be...fabric. But I haven't eaten fabric before." the rambling pony suddenly stopped and turned to me, her face directly in mine. "Have you eaten fabric before, Mister?"

I stood there, not knowing how to respond. After a couple seconds I gulped down my confusion and spoke.

"No...No I haven't."

"Aw, well that's a shame. Too bad though." The pink mare let out a dramatic sigh. Then, looking up at me, she smiled once again.

"Ive been talking so much that Ive forgotten to get to know your name! What is it?" The pink pony stepped back a little, still holding here cheery smile.

"Um...Its Pyramid Head." I was starting to have serious doubts about the rescue of Fluttershy if this was what all of her friends were like.

"Nice to meet you!" She said gleefully. "I'm Pinkie Pie!"

to be continued

Authors note:

I have been really caught up with freshman year so far. I'm sorry I'm not able to produce this story as fast as I used to. But, as god as my witness, I will devote more and more time to this. Don't worry dear fans. There will be more, I PROMISE

Joseph Hemaidan

Meanwhile, in another place (1/2)

Alessa grumbled as she sat on the curb. Once again, like every other day in this hell hole of a town, it was unbelievably foggy. The little girl watched as the mist swirled around in a slow, chaotic soup of slightly light grey, slightly dark grey, and just plain grey.

Alessa sighed. She preferred the Otherworld over this gloomy scene. Unlike now, the hellish transformation left the town with a beautiful pallet of reds, yellows, and other warmer colors.

But only Pyramid Head can bring about that darkness.

Sure, Alessa could conjure up SOME darkness, but not enough to turn all of Silent Hill into her personal rust and blood laden paradise.

The little girl stood up with confidence. Clenching her fists, she closed her eyes tightly and started to concentrate. With a moaning chorus in the background, a small circle in the concrete street started to peel like sped up wallpaper. The peels floated up and burned into ash.

The once-concrete circle was replaced with rusted grate. The darkness underneath the weak iron platform bellowed out hot winds from the fires deep within the abyss of pain and terror.

Alessa loved that wind. It warmed her up like a good fire on christmas. When was the last time she actually celebrated christmas? She didnt really remember...

Oh wait.

Once, sometime long ago, Pyramid Head had tried to recreate the christmas scene for Alessa when she first arrived. But he unfortunatly, if not hilariously, failed to do so when he thought rapping presents with skin and using intestines as bows were good ideas.

Slowly, the hellish circle around Alessa had started to fade away as she missed Pyramid Head more and more. She seated herself on the curb once more with a humph, both hands holding up her head, her elbows on her lap. She continued to pout more and more, getting more and more depressed with each wish of her friend...no...her father to come home.

Suddenly, a warm and familiar hand placed itself on Alessa's shoulder. With a quick glance she looked to see the owner of that hand.

It was Nursie, or more specifically, Pyramid Head's girlfriend.

"Hey sweetie," she said with a sweet voice. "What are you doing out here all alone?"

Alessa humfed and returned to her previous position. "Nothing..."

The Nurse pouted a little underneath her wrappings. "Aw come on, you know you can tell me anything."

Alessa remained quiet. With a little more examination, Nursie could see that Alessa's mind was in deep thought about something that had been bothering her for a while.

"Yeah... I miss him too." Nursie said with a sigh as she buried her chin in her crossed arms.

Alessa shot a look at the Nurse. "How did you know I was thinking of him?"

"Well, don't you think I miss him too? I love him as much as you do, you know."

Alessa absorbed this for a second. "Yeah, I guess..."

As she lowered her head once again, Alessa was suddenly grasped by Nursie and brought in for a tight hug.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie..." Nursie said soothingly, stroking Alessa's dark hair. "He'll be back soon. I just know it."

The little girl returned the hug as her side of her face became soothingly warmer from the heat of Nursie's bosom. She looked up for a second at the nurse's bandaged face.

"Promise?"

Nursie gave a small nod to Alessa as she released her. "Now then," Nursie said as she held on to the girls hand. "Let's go see what Walter and Vatiel are up to." The two began to walk down the side walk.

"Do you think we can see Mr. Butcher too?" Alessa said hopefully.

"Maybe." said the nurse. "Its something to hope for, isn't it?"

Meanwhile, In another place...(2/2)

Walter lay snoring on the couch in room 305 of the Blue Creek Apartments. He was happily dreaming away a scene of pure chaos and destruction, one he had wished for long ago to become reality. with a quick snore, Walter turned his head sideways, making his long, grey hair fall in front of his face.

Somehow, one of his dull grey locks found its way into his gaping mouth. With a sputter, Walter awoke, slightly choking on his own hair as he fell of the couch in a spastic style. Getting on his knees with hands palmed to the ground, he spat out the nasty taste that his hair left in his mouth.

And then he looked up.

There, standing in the doorway, were Nursie and Alessa, giggling madly at the events that just occurred.

Walter quickly got to his feet. “Hey!” Walter said gloomily. “That wasn’t funny!” He scowled at the two laughing girls, expecting them to stop.

“Funny? That was Hilarious!” Nursie continued to laugh along with Alessa for about 15 seconds. Then the two managed to finally get a hold on themselves.

Walter continued to scowl. “Ok, you all had your laugh. Now what do you want?” he said rather harshly. “I have important thing to do. Like SLEEP, for instance.” He flopped himself back onto the worn-down couch, lifting his legs so that they were held up by the arm-rests. He placed both hands behind his head. With a quick glance, he looked back at the nurse and the little girl. “Well? What do you need?” he grumbled once again.

Nursie began to petting Alessa’s dark hair. Alessa’s smile turned into one of a kittens (:3) as she enjoyed the soft gesture. “Little Alessa here was getting a bit lonely, so I wanted to bring her around to see you guys. Thought it would cheer her up a bit.”

Walter considered this. “Well, why has she been feeling lonely lately?”

Nursie humphed. “Haven’t you noticed a certain someone has been gone lately?”

“ Slender-man?”

“No, dummy! Another certain some.” The nurse began to tap her feet, her arms crossed in frustration.

Walter stared at the nurse blankly.

“Someone important to all of us?” Nursie asked, getting more annoyed. Alessa watched the scene with a smile as the Jeopardy song played in her head.

“Meh.” Walter mumbled. “Beats me.”

“Pyramid Head, idiot!” Nursie yelled.

“Oh...Oh yeah...” Walter looked up, trying to collect some memory on the situation. “The big guy...”

Nursie sighed heavily. "So, anyways, Me and Alessa were planning to go see what Vatiel is up to. Wanna come with us?"

Walter thought about it. What was his schedule like today? Sleep, Sleep, Sleep, Target Practice, Sleep, Sleep...

The man got up slowly, stretching out his arms out over his head. He looked at the Nurse, and then looked at Alessa, smacking his lips a little to get that still irritant taste of unwashed hair out of his mouth.

"Aw hell, why not?" He walked towards the door, Nursie close behind with Alessa bringing up the rear. The trio exited the apartments and headed down to the Hospital, Where Vatiel was working in his... laboratory/study/insane asylum/prison/everything else dark and evil.

Vatiel was furiously working that day. He had about 40 inventions that he needed to complete, 50 trap plans he had to finalize, 66 Puzzles to go through, and a whole bunch of other scattered chaos he called "work".

"JAD! NED! I REQUIRE ASSISTANCE!" Vatiel yelled suddenly. As soon as he was done calling, Two very disoriented Schisms burst through the double doors, panting furiously.

"We're...We're here, boss." Said one Schism with a heavy Australian accent, still very out of breath.

The other one spoke up after the first was done. "What do you need, boss?"

Vatiel spun around. "I need you two to- Good God, what are you wearing?!"

Both schisms (Jad and Ned) were wearing a very distasteful outfit. Jad had a pair of denim and golden-sequence suspenders on with straps made of crocodile skin. He wore an undershirt with a 50's hot-dog cartoon character that was saying "You can't beat the beef!". Ned was in no better condition. He wore a pair of Bright Blue bell-bottom trousers with a very girly lace lining at the bottom. He wore a biker's style jacket with a skull and crossbones pin on the chest pocket.

They were the good example of Fashion that should be shot, burned, dissolved, and burned again, just for the sake of not giving everyone in the room a massive heart attack.

"Oh!" Ned peeped up. "That's a funny story, actually. So me and Jad were just walkin' around the lakeside, right, just watching the water drift, right? So I realize: Me and Jad are naked!"

"Yeah, Yeah!" Jad nodded furiously.

"So then I says, 'Jad, we need to get some stichin' on! Dont want to parade around bare, right?' So we go to the old theater down on Paul Street, the one on the corner? And we go to the old dressin rooms and found these!" Ned showed off his nightmare of an outfit. "Waddya think, boss?"

Vatiel stood there astonished, if not amazed, by the stupidity of his two assisstants. He rubbed the area where his nose was.

"You two...are...complete...IDIOTS!!" Vatiel suddenly roared with rage. "NAKED? YOU WERE ALWAYS BARE! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BARE! YOU ARE MONSTERS FOR SAMEALS SAKE!"

The two ridiculous looking monsters backed away from their angered boss. "Hey hey hey, easy boss." Jad said soothingly. "You dont want to split another seam, do you?"

Vatiel suddenly stopped as a flash of memory showed him the time where he got so angry the seams on his face nearly broke apart, nearly killing him in the process.

"No...No I dont." Vatiel gave the best glare he could to the two imbicles. " Now, get those ridiculous things off, and then report to me."

Jad and Ned shuffled away. Vatiel could overhear Ned mumbling about how he liked his outfit. Vatiel gave a long sigh, and went back to his drawings and notes and other assorted madness.

Knock Knock Knock

"Oh, what now?!" Vatiel grumbled as he got up and went to the large double doors. Upon opening them he found the strangest trio: Alessa, Nursie, and Walter.

"Well." Vatiel said calmly. "This was unexpected."

"Hi." The nurse gave a little wave.

"Hello again, Vatiel." Walter guestured a handshake. Vatiel returned it with respect.

"Hi Vatty" Alessa ran up and gave Vatiel a hug.

"Hello, small one." Vatiel said warmly. The sight of a happy face made him forget all of his work now and again. "How are you doing today, Alessa?"

"Not so good." Alessa spoke quietly.

"Oh?" Vatiel asked, now curious what bothered Alessa. "What's wrong then?"

"She misses Pyramid Head. Shit, I haven't seen the guy in what, 5, 6 days? Almost forgot about him. Now Im starting to miss him..." Walter looked at the far wall after speaking.

"Hmmm..." Vatiel began to ponder. "That has been bothering me lately. I know he has his trips sometimes, but at least he tells us where he's going. Say nurse," Vatiel suddenly turned to Nursie. "When was the last time you saw him, exactly?"

"The last time I saw him was about 4 days ago. In fact...That was the time where I felt him bring upon the darkness. Then it felt like he just... vanished. Into thin air, or something." Nurse started to look very worried. (Now you might not be able to tell, but you can see the emotions of a bandaged nurse. If you look very closley at the eyebrow area, you can see the movement of the brows themselves as they rise and lower.)

"Hmm...okay...Alessa?" Alessa looked up at the demonic angel. "When was the last time you saw Pyramid Head?"

"Same time as Nursie, I guess. I saw the sky go dark, so I could tell he was bringing the darkness, just like Nursie said."

"Oh dear..." Vatiel began to sweat a bit. "This isn't good. No, this is bad. Really bad." Vatiel rushed over to his desk again, the trio following him just as quickly.

"What is it? Is he in danger? Is he okay?" Nursie frantically asked as Vatiel rummaged through a massive pile of assorted stuff and junk.

"Let's see...not it...not it...Aha! Here we go!" Vatiel pulled out a small black box with a small rectangle screen. He placed it on top of his desk, and connected several wires to it with great speed. With a shudder the box started to whirr and spark as the little green screen burst to life.

"This, My friends, is one of my many inventions." Vatiel patted the top of the strange contraption. "I call it: The Hide and Go-Seeker!" Vatiel presented these words with charm and glory.

After a long period of silence, Walter spoke up. "That's a really stupid name, you know."

"What? But it matches the task in which it does perfectly! How dare you insult my naming skills!" Vatiel jabbed an angry finger at Walter.

"What does it do, exactly?" Nursie was looking around the box, trying to find something other than the screen.

"This contraption is made for the targeting of a certian someone's position by finding the center of their souls. I originally made it so our fellow monsters can catch those...Invaders more easily. I can use this to track Pyramid Head. We'll find him in no time!" Vatiel started to rustle around in the junk pile again, searching for an important peice of equipment.

"Yes!" Vatiel yelled as he ripped a keyboard from the pile. He quickly plugged it into the Hide and Go Seeker. With hands moving like the wind, he began to input huge amounts of Illegable code.

He stopped suddenly, his hands frozen in place.

"Vatiel? What's wrong?" Alessa asked in a small voice.

Vatiel slowly turned around, a small sweat moving inbetween his faces cracks.

"Our friend, it seems, has not vanished I have sucessfully tracked down his soul." He cleared his throat.

"Well that's good, right?" Walter looked around at everyone. "Right?"

"Im not finished." Vatiel once again cleared his throat. "Unfortunately his soul...Is in a completly different universe."

The trio looked at each other with jaws dropped and then looked back at Vatiel.

"WHAT?!"

To be continued.

A New Set of Travelers

Vatiel scribbled furiously on the dirt marble floor with a large piece of red Crayola chalk, since it was an urgent situation he had at hand that didn’t allow any time to craft up the normal blood-infused chalk. The spell mark Vatiel was drawing had to be perfect, otherwise the whole process would go wrong, throwing him and the rest of the group traveling with him into the depths of space with no way back.

On the other side of the room, the two Australian accented schisms looked on, admiring their master’s crafty work.

“He works at an alarmin’ rate, doesn’t he, Jad?” Ned noted.

Jad raised a small apple to his jaws, awkwardly taking a large bite out of the small fruit as some bits of it dribbled down his mouth. “He sure does. I would ‘ate to see ‘im break concentration now.”

Ned gasped. “Where did ya get that?!”

Jad continued to nibble at the apple. “Get what, mate?”

“That!” Ned jabbed a pointed finger at the fruit. “Where’d you get that?”

“I found it.” Jad said with an unhonest tone. “Over on Nathan Street. Picked it up while I was walkin’ along, mindin’ my own business.”

“Now that’s just a straight up fib, that was. I know that there isn’t an apple tree or any kind of fruit tree in the whole town. Now where did you get that apple?” Ned said dangerously.

“I told you!” Jad said, making sure to sound honest this time. “I was walkin’ along on Haven Avenue, and the-”

“Oh, so now it’s Haven Ave? Which is it, man? Nathan or Haven? Or you can stop fibbin and tell me where you got that bloody apple!”

“How about you go shove a steel pipe up your bum, ‘ow about that, you nosy bastard?”

“Me, the bastard?! You son-of-a-bitch!”

Jad threw down the apple and gave Ned a shove. There was a pause for a second before Ned charged back with a fierce battle cry.

Fists and blades were flying, somehow not making contact with either schism as they tried helplessly to pummel one another into the ground.

“WAIT, WAIT! STOP!” Jad yelled. The two monsters stopped flailing and stood in an awkward position as their jaws were locked together. Ned tried to pull out with a yank, but it was unhelpful.

“Now look what you did, you blade swingin’ simpleton.” Jad said with spite and anger.

“What I did?! You were the first to shove!” Ned retaliated with the same amount of hate.

“No I wasn't!”

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn-”

Valtiel shot up suddenly, turned faster than a tornado, and took a deep breath.

“SHUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUP!”

Valtiel’s roar shook the room as miscellaneous tools and other things fell off of the work benches around him. The floor was cracking slightly as the two idiotic monsters shook with absolute terror.

“W-w-were sorr-ry boss! W-w-w-we were just-” Ned stammered with fear.

“YOU WERE INTERRUPTING MY WORK! LIKE ALWAYS!” Valtiel shouted again. “I SWEAR TO SAMAEL YOU TWO ACT LIKE CHILDREN!”

The fallen angel stomped up to the shivering tangled mess that was Ned and Jad, grabbed both of their mouths, and ripped them apart from each other, releasing them from the jam violently.

"OW! FUCK!" the two said in unison.

"Now." Valtiel said quietly, shaking with anger. "I have something for you two to do."

The monsters nodded furiously, intent on listening to every word.

"Go to the Blue Creek Apartments and get the others that were with me before, those being Walter, The Nurse, Angela, and The Butcher."

Ned raised his hand. Valtiel put a finger to his temple in stress. "Yes, Ned?"

"Why are you taking Butch? He wasn't part of the original group."

"Well, although I dont doubt that Walter could handle the job of protecting the other two members, I just want to be safe and make The Butcher go, just in case his strength is needed."

Both schisms nodded slowly. They turned abruptly and rushed out of the laboratory.

"Where do you think he can be?" Alessa asked quietly to the two others in the small apartment room.

"I don't know, sweetie. But where ever he is, I hope he's alright." Nursie stroked the little girls black, mangy hair. Alessa closed her eyes, enjoying the soft brushing.

"Well, if its anywhere, it better not be farm or something like it." Walter huffed over by the fridge as he got out some left-over Chinese takeout. He began to rummage through the drawers, looking for a pair of equal chopsticks. "I hate animals. Disgusting things they are."

"I think cats are kinda nice." Alessa said softly. "They're cute and fluffy, and they sit on your lap all snug and comfy."

Walter sneered. "Ugh. Cats are the worst. Spread hair everywhere, hiss at you and piss all over the place." The long haired lunatic shuffled over to the old, dusty recliner in the corner, and fell into it, not dropping a bit of his orange chicken and fried rice.

"Well maybe your just not a cat person then." The nurse spoke up. "Maybe your more of a, oh, I don't know, a dog person?"

"As I said," Walter grumbled while chewing, pausing for a moment to finish. "I'm not an animal person."

"Oh, come on, there has to be ONE animal that you don't hate."

Walter took The Nurse's words to consideration. He tapped to tip of his chopstick against his chin for a while, Alessa and the Nurse waiting in mild suspense.

"Fish."

The nurse sat up a bit. "Fish?"

"Yep." Walter took a bite out of a peculiarly large piece of chicken. "Little things don't make a sound. You can just watch them float around a bowl and pass the time quite easily."

The Nurse just blankly stared at Walter for a second. "Well... Okay then."

The door burst open with two scrambling schisms tumbling to the floor, cursing at each other viciously.

"Maybe if you let me go first we wouldn't have knocked down the freakin' door!" One snapped at the other.

"Ah, shut your trap." The other growled.

"Um, hello?" Alessa said abruptly. The two monsters lying on the floor looked up at the small girl, both remembering their simple task. The two scrambled to their feet at a sloppy attention, like two foolish soldiers.

"Valtiel needs you three at his laboratory immediately!" the monsters spoke surprisingly in unison.

"Well finally!" Walter shoved himself off the recliner. "Lets get going!" He briskly walked over to the door.

"Hey! Wait up!" The nurse rushed after him, Alessa holding onto her hand.

It seems like only yesterday,

A small cafe, a crowded floor.

And as we danced the night away,

You said to me forever more.

And then the song became a sigh,

Forever more became goodbye,

But you remain in my heart, so-

"Butcher?"

The butcher stopped singing. He began to realize where he was and what he was doing there before he got distracted by his favorite music.

The hulking man looked over to the kitchen door to see a trio of familiar faces.

"Now what is this?" He walked over to the three intruders.

"Valtiel needs you to come with us to his lab." Walter said. "We're going to find Pyramid Head."

"Huh. I was wondering when he was going to actually search for the big guy." The butcher folded his arms. "But what does he need me for?"

Walter shrugged.

"Right. I'm sure he has a good reason." The Butcher began to walk out of his kitchen. "Well, aren't you three coming?" he asked as the trio scurried along after the demonic butcher.

"I'm glad you four arrived here without delay." Valtiel rose up from the rusty chair he was waiting in.

"So is the spell mark done or what?" Walter asked. "We've been waiting all morning."

"It is complete, but that wasnt the hardest part of our journey," Valtiel explained. "I'm not sure what this universe will be like, but we must be ready for anything."

"I guess thats why your bringing me along?" The Butcher looked at his Cleaver, slowly gliding the tip of his finger along the sharp edge.

"Exactly." Valtiel poked The Butcher in the chest with a bony finger. "But in case you are separated from the group," Valtiel turned to the rest of the posse. "Does everyone have a weapon with them?"

"Yep." Walter raised two shiny, high caliber pistols out of his coat. The nurse picked up a rusted pipe off of one of the nearby worktables, and lifted it infront of her, giving Valtiel a nod.

"And you, small one?" Valtiel bent down a little bit to make eye contact with Alessa. She gave him a smile as she conjured Barbed wire from the ground, it twisting and writhing around her like metal snakes.

"Fantastic! Now then." Valtiel hopped up and turned towards his spell mark. Under his breath he began to chant a traditional spell from The Order's past. As he muttered the cursed words, a red mist highlighted with dark lines began to swirl around his palm. With a twitch of his arm, the mist gathered together into a tightly packed ball, and shot at the center of the elaboratly designed spell mark. The lines of the mark began to glow bright red, as the floor around it began to sink into an endless pit of darkness. The hole, which was now done forming, began to suck in with a strong force.

"Right!" Valtiel shouted above the roaring winds. "Now I'll be the first to jump inside! All of you follow in line, Understand!?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah!"

"Okay!"

"JUST FUCKING GO ALREADY!" Walter yelled. With that, Valtiel tuned back and hopped into the gaping pit. The hole swallowed him like the end of a vacuum cleaners hose. Only a distant "weeeeee...." could be heard.

The butcher ran into the pit. "GERONIMO!" There he went.

Then Walter just walked into it, no expression whatsever on his face. It seemed that he was almost bored with all of this excitement around him.

The Nurse picked up Alessa in her arms. "Are you ready, sweetie?!" She shouted. Alessa returned a little nod.

"Okay," The Nurse prepared to leap. "One, two, Three!" She jumped with amazing force. "Here we goooooooooooooooooo....."

As soon as The Nurse and Alessa were sucked in, the pit closed up, leaving a chilling silence in the empty, now messier laboratory.

To be continued.

The Release

"A what?" I looked at the shaking zebra for a few seconds. "Are you fucking kidding me? There are manticores too?"

I was interrupted by another earth-rattling roar. Now I could probably tell why Zecora was so fearful of this thing. It must be massive, and just as dangerous.

But I feared nothing.

I opened the door and stepped outside of the hut.

Wait a minute...How did I learn to walk so quickly?

I'm kinda breaking the fourth wall here, but its kind of disappointing that the author didn't even add a description if this.

Anyways, I looked around the premises, but didn't find the manticore. But it sounded so close before, like it was outside the freaking window!

I considered the possibilities:

One: It was behind me and I didn't know it

Two: It was hiding in the bushes, waiting for me to drop my guard.

Three: It was in the trees, doing the same thing possibility #2 was doing

"Pyramid Head!" a loud whisper came from the door. Zecora was poking her head out, with a worried look. "Do you want to be dead?! Come inside, before you die...." She stopped, her mouth still open.

"What? Whats wrong with...Its right behind me, isn't it?" I said flatly. I turned slowly to find a huge gaping mouth full of razor sharp teeth, blowing smelly, hot air in my face.

"Oh. So it is." I looked at the rest of the creature. It had the body and the head of a lion, but had a gigantic black scorpion's stinger where the tail should have been.

Its eyes were bloodshot, full of rage and the lust of flesh and blood. I could tell this cause I had the same urges.

"So. Are you going to just sit there and do nothi-" SMACK! the beast's giant paw hit me across the face. The force was enough to break the toughest of human bones, break the hardest of spines, and crush the hardest armor. But I stood my ground with a blank expression. What this thing didn't know is that I could not be hurt easily. Thank Samael that that particular trait didn't disappear with the others that I had before I changed to an Equine.

The creature sat there, confused. I could just imagine the thoughts going around in its head. Why is little horse not dead? I must hit again.

POW!

"That's the best you got?" I taunted.

SMACK!

"I've seen kittens with more painful slaps."

ROOOOOAAAAAAAR!

I could tell that I had really pissed this thing off to the point of giving up. I kinda hoped it would: This was starting to get a bit awkward.

But sadly, It brought down one more strike, this time with its claws unsheathed.

SLASH!

I felt a pinch of pain on my cheek. I knew that it had cut me, but I wasn't going to react to this things att-

What was that?

I tasted a particular taste in my mouth. I recognized it immediately.

It was blood. My blood, but still, it was blood.

My heart started to beat a lot faster now as my blank expression turned into an evil smile. If there was one thing that triggered my murderous urges, it was the taste of blood, fresh from a wound.

"So that's how you want to play, huh?" I trotted slowly towards the beast, not dropping my crazy grin. "Then lets play!"

I felt the energy I had felt many times before back in silent hill. A strange energy that erupted inside me when I was about to end ones life.

And boy did it drive me nuts.

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

Zecora watched as the pale colt got closer and closer to the manticore. Is he mad, nuts, insane? Or does he really want to die today? she thought to herself. But then she heard something in the distance, a noise she was not familiar with before.

wooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooow

A high pitched, monotone sound screamed through the air. Zecora held her head in a tight grasp, as it started to feel like it was splitting. She looked Pyramid Head to see if he had noticed the noise too.

Strangely enough, he wasn't a bit affected by it.

Zecora then looked at the colts hooves, only to gape in pure shock.

Hundreds of large, black insects had started to surround Pyramid Head. Zecora was about to yell at him 0to look out, but hesitated as she saw what these insects were doing.

They were eating away at everything 50 feet away from the crazy colt. But instead of leaving behind nothing, the insects changed the materials of everything that they ate. The grass had turned to some sort of metal, as the trees became large, steam spewing pipes. The air around pyramid head had started to grow darker and darker.

What in the name of Celestia's mane?! Zecora was terrified at what she was witnessing. This strange colt, which had appeared out of nowhere not an hour earlier, was bringing about Darkness and Evil at his own will.

How did Zecora know this?

Because she guessed Pyramid Head was the one doing this when his unusual cutie mark started to glow a bright red.

She didn't want to find out what happened when a dark, blood like mist started to swirl around Pyramid Head, enveloping him completely.

But she was about to find out.

Take a look, it's in a book, The Reading Rainbow...

"...And then there's Lyra, Bonbon, Soarin', Spitfire, Cheerilee, Rose, Ditzy, Dinky, Mrs. and Mr. Cake, Carrot Top, Thunderlane, Lotus, Aloe, Berry Punch, Octavia, Vinyl..."

"Pinkie..."

"Zecora, Applebloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Caramel, Big Mac, Granny Smith, Colgate and-"

"PINKIE!" I yelled loudly.

The Pink pony looked at me in the eye with a giant grin. "Yeah, Pyramid Head?

"I only want to know the names of your best friends, not everyone you know." I was getting really annoyed with this horse. Talking to her was as useless as beating a dead horse...or, pony. You know what, lets just go with equine.

"Oh! Okay! There's Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack!" she said happily.

"Finally... Do you know where one of them could be? Maybe... um... Twibright, was it?"

Pinkie pie giggled a little. "No, silly! Its twilight! She's probably in the Library over there!" She pointed a hoof down the lane. I looked to see a strange but lavish looking tree house.

"Alright then." I began to gallop quickly towards the tree house. "Thank you, Pinkie!"

"HEY! WAIT! COME BACK!" Pinkie called out. I wasn't listening to her at the time. I was too focused on getting help. Fluttershy was still out there. She could be sick, or cold, or hurt, or...

I shook my head. I had to keep my hopes up.

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Fluttershy was tired. More tired than she had ever been before. Her body hurt, her chest and foreleg were sore and still broken, She had severe headaches and lasting stomach pains that tore her up inside.

She weakly looked over. The Slender pony still stood there, as still as a statue, its white, blank face staring into her very soul. She quickly looked forward, not wanting to look at that disturbing face. But, with a little bravery, she managed to look at him without wavering.

"Who...Who are you?" She said weakly.

The Slender pony just stared at Fluttershy, not giving any sign of a response.

With some of the confidence that she had just picked up, Fluttershy managed to stand on her 3 useful legs. She limped slowly over to the White pony, not trying to be frightened by that ghoulish stare that it had.

She was almost 10 feet away when she heard a gruff, low whisper come from the pony.

"What are you doing?"

Fluttershy was a little startled by the creatures voice. In response, her body tensed, causing a streak of pain to rush through her chest. She winced, but once again started to slowly approach the demon.

She got about a foot away from the pony once again spoke.

"Stop."

Fluttershy looked up at this ponies face, the white mask of fear. She didn't fear for it now, for some strange reason.

"Who are you?" She asked again, more persistent.

The pony remained silent for a second. But then...

"I don't remember..."

Fluttershy's mind rocked for a second. She had never imagined the pain one has to face when dealing with Amnesia, but now she was. What a terrible burden it must be, to not even remember your own name.

"Do...Do you know where you came from?"

"I SAID I COULDN'T REMEMBER!" The pony suddenly roared with rage. Huffing, it turned and started to walk in a frustrated circle, now showing more life than it ever had before. "I Have been stuck in this...this colorful Hell for sometime now! Its driving me insane!" The Slender-Pony began to bang its head on the rotting wood of the cabin, almost breaking the wall down with his force.

"Now, there's really no need to..." Fluttershy began. The Slender Pony snapped its head at Fluttershy, cutting her off immediatly.

"No need to what?" The pony said in a soft, dangerous voice.

Fluttershy started to back off a little. "N-nothing..." The Slender pony turned slowly, and started to step closer and closer to Fluttershy.

He got closer and closer, Fluttershy whimpering softly in fear that he would hurt her again as she started back away.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." His tone...God, it just was as dangerous as a minefield, calm, and yet one wrong turn, and Kaboom! "How about you come here and tell me that again?" The Slender-Pony's tentacles waved slowly, poised to strike down upon the yellow pegasus.

Fresh tears sprouted from Fluttershy's eyes as she felt her back bump against the wall. She was trapped, about to be hurt again. Only this time, she feared she couldn't take it.

"No."

The Slender-Pony's head cocked to the side. "Wha-?"

"NO!" Fluttershy screamed in rage. She felt a certain heat build up in her head, and now she was releasing that power in the form of The Stare.

The Slender-Pony immediately shuddered, lowering to the floor with pure fear.

"H-hey, now, n-no need to get u-upset..."

"UPSET!?!?" Fluttershy roared with fury, her stare not wavering a bit. "YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO THREATEN SOMEPONY LIKE THAT? TO KEEP THEM HOSTAGE? TO HURT THEM BRUTALLY WHEN THEY HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG?!"

The Slender-Pony backed up quickly, shaking with fear. He tripped and fell on his backside, scooting furiously into the corner as the Once-terrified pegasus charged up to his face, her eyes boring into the back of his skull like drills made of molten lava.

"HELP!" The Slender-pony screamed as he wretched his neck to the window, hoping someone heard his cries. He looked back at the terrifying pony, who was no less than 3 inches away from his face.

"You think someone can hear you?" Fluttershy asked quietly. "Remember that we are in the Everfree, Where almost NO-ONE dares to go."

"O-Oh God." The slender-pony said, almost whispering. "W-what are you going t-to do?"

"What am I going to do?" Fluttershy said with the same level of danger that the Slender-pony had not a few minutes ago. "Well I'm...I'm...." She reared up, her hooves about to smash down upon the Slender-pony's face. But, she stopped. She slowly placed her hooves on the ground again, her head down.

"I can't..." she whispered. "I can't hurt anyone or anything, no matter what they did to me..." Fluttershy looked up at the Slender-pony's blank face. "All I want is just to go home. Back to my animals, they must be worried sick. And starving too, its past their meal time."

The Slender-pony just stared at the pegasus, who not two seconds ago was about to destroy him. He pondered whether or not she was insane, or just Bipolar. And to believe that she was thinking of her animals and not about herself or her injuries....

"A-alright." The Slender-pony stood up shakily, brushing off his back fur and his suit. " I-I'll take you home. But it's a ways, and I'm the only one who knows how to get back through the woods."

Fluttershy considered this for a second. "Okay then. Lead the way, if you can..."

The slender-pony nodded, and started to walk towards the door. Fluttershy tried to follow, but found that the pain in her chest had returned. She winced and whimpered painfully. The Slender-pony turned his head to the hurting Pegasus, then after a few seconds of thought, trotted over and used one of his tentacles to lift Fluttershy onto his back softly. He then walked out of the door again, the dim beams of afternoon sunlight flowing through the forest's vegetation. The leaves and sticks beneath him rustled and crunched as he walked through the forest.