Pyramid Head goes to Ponyville

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.