Subject #105531

Sweet Apple Acers, a quaint little farm that’s been the main source of agricultural foods for the town of Ponyville, for the past fifty years, and is considered by most ponies to be the bedrock of the town itself. But at the moment the ponies that live at the farm are not working on their crops. Just moments ago, Applejack the acting head of the Apple Family, and her siblings came back to their home just as they set out to have a nice picnic lunch, carrying the most unusual creature they’ve ever seen. It was easily bigger then Big Mac, as the other half of its body had to be carried by Applejack, but even then the last foot of its legs still hanged past her haunches.

When the two siblings reached the farm, their grandmare Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were waiting for them just outside the families house, and when they finally reached the old mare Granny Smith got a good look at the creature. And her heart instantly ached. Even through the close it was wearing; the old mare could tell that this creature was horribly taken care. The ponies quickly brought the creature inside the house, and carefully laid the poor thing on the floor, where Granny Smith began removing its clothes, exposing all the not fully healed injuries it bares on its withered down body.

“Just look at the poor thing!” Granny Smith said as she gently runs a hoof over the creature, feeling it brush over the bones through the skin.

“Is it going to be okay Granny?” Apple Bloom asked as she stood next to grandmare.

“I don’t know little one, this critter is in REALLY bad shape. I’m just more surprised that it’s still alive.” Granny Smith bemoans as Applejack and Big Mac went into the kitchen to make more food for the creature when it wakes. And given its size, it’s going to need a lot of food.

While the older siblings were carrying out their task, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom went to nearby cabinets and fetched the medical bag. Brining the bag to the creature, the old mare searched through it looking for antibiotics and some special healing ointment, once she found what she was looking for the old mare began treating the creatures wounds, starting with the more severe ones, and working her way to the less infected ones. As the mare worked, Apple Bloom stayed by her grandmare, simply watching, and looking the creature over, her little mind having hundreds of questions run through it.

“Granny. What do you think it is?” the little filly asks as Granny Smith applied the ointment to a particularly bad burn scar on the left peck.

“Not sure Apple Bloom, I’ve never seen anything like this creature in my whole life.” The old mare simply said. “But…” the filly looked away from the creature and up to her grandmare, while Applejack and Big Mac came into the room with a pot of fresh soup, and some lightly toasted bread.

“I remember when my grandmare, Ol’ Baldwin Apple bless her heart, told me of a story…a story about how she meet a big hairless creature like our visitor one day. The creature couldn’t speak a word of Ponish from what she’s told me, but apparently it knew everything she meant when she talked to it.”

“How did that work Granny?” Applejack asked as she placed the pot down.

“Ol’ Baldwin said it was like she heard a voice talking, a whisper, but it was in her head.” the three apple siblings gave their grandmare a curious look as she finished tending to the last severe bruise.

“Ya mean it was, telepathic?” Big Mac questioned as he sat down, and began eating one of the toasted bread slices.

“I think that’s what she called it. But I don’t quite remember all of the story she told me, after all, it was fifty or so years ago since she’s told me that story.” Applejack then looked at the creature with skeptic look.

“And great grandmare Baldwin said it was like, this thing?”

“That’s what she said. Unfortunately, she and the family didn’t own a camera back then, so they couldn’t take pictures of the creature. But they wouldn’t get a chance to either way.”

“Why?” Applejack asked.

“Well as she told the story, the creature disappeared the next morning, and since then she nor the family have seen no hide or hair of it.” as Granny Smith finished telling her little tale of family history, Apple Bloom looked towards the creature again, and noticed that it was stirring.

“Hey! I think its waking up!”

The other siblings along with Granny Smith looked at the creature, and indeed saw that it was stirring from its sleep. It didn’t move around to much, as it had not the muscle or apparently the energy to do so. But soon enough the bony claw of the creature slowly raised, and caressed its forehead before rubbing its eyes, while it gives a tired groan. Soon enough the creatures claw was removed from its face, and Apple Bloom watched as its eyes slowly opened…but that’s when everything went black.

Apple Bloom then noticed that she was in a black room, or was simply in a bitch black void. There was nothing. There was no house, furniture, or even the family members that were just sitting with the filly a second ago.

“Granny?” the little called out, hearing nothing in response, not even an echo. “B-Big Mac?” again the filly was greeted with silence.

“Applejack!” she screamed as loud as she could, but sounded like she just spoke a bit louder. “IS ANY PONY THERE?!”

Apple Bloom was now starting to feel alone and afraid, and the corners of eyes were starting to swell up with tears. The filly continued to look around herself for any sign of life, or even some light, but there was still NOTHING but the endless void. The fear that was gripping the filly started to get stronger, so much show that she was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. But the sense of fear shifted to surprise as Apple Bloom felt something wrap around her, and when she looked down to see what has her in its grasp, she saw an orange foreleg. Quickly looking up Apple Bloom’s worried expression turned to relief as she saw the smiling face of her sister.

“Applejack!” the filly spun in place and wrapped her little forelegs around her sister. “I thought I was all alone.” the older pony shushed the filly as her other hoof petted her head.

“It’s alright Apple Bloom.” The farm pony said in a gentle tone. “There’s nothing to worry about anymore.” Apple Bloom looked up from her sisters chest to ask where the others were.

But when she looked up to her sister…a horrifying expression instantly took over her little face.

The soft feature of Applejack’s face was still there…but the rest of the mare was a nightmare given form. Her body looked like she was just ripped to bloody shreds, with flesh, clumps of fur and entrails, all of which were clung and entwined to the body of what looked like a centipedes body. But with grasping claws like those of the creatures, with thick black nails and thorns growing out of them. Apple Bloom then watched in horror as the smiling face of Applejack was slowly ripped in half, blood, and brain matter spilling out of the crack as a pair of large spike filled mandibles emerged. Two antennas slowly emerged out of the heads ears, piece of the ear drums clinging to the twitching extremities, as they buzzed a horrid buzz.

“Don’t worry Apple Bloom.” The monstrosity said in a distorted version of Applejack’s voice. “I will keep. You. SAFE!”

The filly then screamed as the monster lunged at her, swiftly coiling around her in a flurry of blood and gore, before feeling the arms and limbs of the nightmarish thing tear her little body to pieces. The mandibles chomping and devouring the fillies pieces, all the while Applejack’s face still holding that soft smile, even as her face was smeared with blood.

~~Subject #105531~~

Wailing equine shrieks and whinnies was all that I could hear when I awoke. Looking around myself, I saw four, bizarrely colored and shaped horses all writhing, running, and crashing into one another, making so much panicked and frightened noises. One of them knocked over a large iron pot filled with, what looked like a mixture of vegetables in a slightly unclear liquid, a hint of spices tickling my noise. While the sound of hooves stomping on hard wood, or splashing in the pots contents filled my ears along with the whinnies, nickering’s and panicked cries.

The big muscular red one nearly trampled all over me, as it’s mouth frothed with foam as it bucked and ran around the room. the orange one was just as frantic as it darted around, before began rolling around like someone was on fire, and as it laid in one spot and struggled against an unseen threat, I saw tears! Tears pouring from its almost human like face!

"Your eyes." The whisper from earlier said into my ears.

"Cover them."

I wasted no time in looking for something to cover my eyes, but there was nothing in room I was laying in that could be used to cover my eyes.

Rolling onto my stomach I just barely dodged a craggily old looking green pony, bucking around as it dropped to the floor. I began dragging myself across the ground to get out of the equines who were affected by my eyes, I mean, what else could induce such madness in another creature? As I dragged myself about to avoid being crushed or stomped on, I spotted an open door, where a small dog came rushing in barking in alarm. And when it saw me its eyes widen, before it to begin to run around in a frenzy, barking and snarling as it charged about the building I was in.

Slowly and with great effort I got to my feet, and hobbled my way towards the door, seeking to distance myself from these poor animals. Tormenting other humans was bad enough, I did not want to instill poor innocent animals with horrors that my eyes grants to others. As I shambled to the door my foot came in contact with something, and when I looked down I swore my heart stopped, as I looked upon a small foal. Body twitching, tears pouring from its fear stricken eyes, as a look of horror was etched onto its face.

“I’m sorry.” I weakly whimpered as I felt horrible for the poor creatures as I carefully walked over the foal.

“Follow.” The whisper again spoke to me as I leaned on the small doorframe.

“Follow.”

Pushing myself off the doorframe, I shambled out into the world, the high afternoon sun stinging my eyes as a light cool breeze wafts over my naked torso. As I wobbled, I looked around to get a better look, but everywhere I looked I saw more animals, all looking at the house with actual looks of concern.

“Your eyes! Cover them!” it was to late for the whispers warnings.

When the other farm animals looked away from the building to me, I meet their eyes with mine, and the familiar look I’ve become accustomed to in last twelve years came over them. That’s when cries of pigs, chickens, every kind of farm animal echoed in the air, creating a chorus of dread and suffering that I’m sure could be heard for miles! It was all too much, I shut my eyes as hard as I could, feeling something wet escape my eye lids, as I covered my ears to try and drown out the horrid cries.

“Follow! Quickly!”

I heard the whisper say to me, but I couldn’t move. My legs buckled from under me, causing me to collapse to floor, where I just curled up and just kept trying to block out all the screaming, and cries of horror.