The voice beckons me louder to go to it, to allow it to take control and to help me win this almost unwinnable fight. I feel myself drifting more and more to it's call, feeling as if this might be the only way to stop everything once and for all. Perhaps that's what I need. If I don't do this soon, I won't even have enough time to actually make a decision. It'll already be too late.

If I want to do something about this, I have to do it soon.

I think I'll give into it's calls. Maybe then everything will be okay. I have to accept that I'm not strong enough to take on these monsters on my own, and to carry everyone on my back. I was born a killer, not a saint. I don't know how to be the good guy. I don't know how to be the savior. I don't know what it's like to kill for a greater good.

I have to accept that.

Celestia and Luna sat in a room together, contemplating what they should do regarding the recent situation that had happened with the monster and the Hunter. They sat in silence, looking over some pictures of the monster and the Hunter during their battle, causing Luna to sigh. "We should do as he says. He knows more about his world than we do, and we must understand that."

"That might be so, Sister," Celestia said, pulling a photo closer to herself. "Yet we can't simply kill a creature based on hypotheticals alone. I understand what it did, how it destroyed plenty homes, but perhaps that's because it was antagonized? We must look deeper into this, and then we will make a decision."

Luna sighed, about to open her mouth before she shrieked in pain, her head hitting the table in front of her hard. Celestia stood up instantly, two guards present in the room making their way to Luna. "Sister- Sister are you okay? What happened, are you in pain?"

Luna shook her head. "I... A-Anon... Where is Anon..."

"Anon and Twilight just left for Ponyville, something about wanting to see the damage."

Luna took a deep breath. "Get... the guards... Anon is conversing with a nightmare of his own."

You were standing in a dimension of pure white. Everything seeming like a dream, as if you had fallen asleep during the train ride. A figure appeared in the distance, making it's way slowly towards you. It looked almost exactly like you- actually, it was identical to you. You walked towards it. "Hey."

It opened its mouth, it's voice the same as the thing in your head. "You've requested my help."

You nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, I have."

"Give me your hands." It said, grasping your arms and pulling them out in front of yourself, putting it's hands on top of yours, a feint red glow forming between the both of you. "Ah. As expected, you are not an ordinary host. Luna had a blue aura, and when I had conversed with Celestia all those years ago, she had a pure white Aura."

"What do those mean?" You asked.

"Blue is sadness. It means that the person I am helping is filled with regret, sadness, or grief of some sort. A malleable emotion that one could use to their advantage to succeed in their path. I utilized her sadness and used it as a way to help her get where she needed to be, but in the end she revolted and refused my help."

You weren't understanding that well, but you simply nodded anyways. "And white?"

"White means contentment, showing happiness and resolve in oneself. Confidence in how they do things and their beliefs. That is not a malleable emotion, since it's something that is built within one's core, and will be impossible to manipulate. I was unable to help Celestia."

You swallowed. "And Red?"

"Squeeze hard."

You nodded and squeezed your hands as hard as you could, before you felt something crawl inside of you. You back up a few steps, reaching onto your chest and gasping. "W-What... What is that? What the hell did you just do to me? Something- Something is inside of me.."

It stared back at you, smiling. "Some believe Red means hatred, one of the strongest emotions to ever exist, yet you are not plagued by an emotion. You are plagued by your own self. You have a red aura, showing that you've done gruesome things, reflective of the world you resided in. You hurt, killed, scammed, and reveled in the bloodshed. You are a terrible person by all accounts, Anon. That is the most malleable of all."

"The fuck are you talking about?!" You yelled back, a pain soaring through your chest, causing you to fall to your knees.

"You've fallen for the same trap that Luna did, except I didn't even have to fight you. I am a nightmare host, Anon, and your life is over. You will live in the background as I once did."

You fell onto your back, keeping your eyes on the nightmare. "Nightmare..? W-what..."

"Each of my nightmares carry a name depending on their strengths. Luna's nightmare was called Misery, a nightmare specializing in sadness and depression, being able to use those to keep someone compliant."

You tried to back up as far as you could, as if that would make a difference.

"Yet, I think I have a fitting name for your nightmare, the strongest one of them all."

It smiled at you.

"I will call it, Genocide."

"Guards have already been mobilized. What are we expecting, Princess?" A guard asked Luna, who was currently en-route to Ponyville by chariot. She stared out the side window, sighing to herself, her eyes closed. How did this happen? So suddenly? How did it get free? She had thought that nightmares formed from one's fears or failures, and their treatment of themselves.

Unless Anon hated himself.

"Anon is not a pony, and he does not possess magic. However, he does possess a taste for blood and a likeliness for violence. He was able to outrun most of my guards for minutes on end, without weapons. Caution is to be advised. If he could not fight the Nightmare, then it is no longer Anon within that body. It will be a monster."

Author's Note

Small chapter.

Next chapter will be bigger.

Expect insanity.

Embrace the Nightmare.