Pyramid Head goes to Ponyville

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.