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Laughter.

I could hear children, laughing in the distance.

I turned my head in the direction of the joyous sound.

All I could see was five figures, moving about.

They were so far away the only detail I could make out was that they were foals.

I saw the joy and innocence in their squeaky laughter as they frolic and play amongst themselves.

I could feel a strange connection to them.

I want to join them, so I take a step forward. But not before…

*CRACK*

I fell back onto my haunches and watched in horror.

Evil Laughter crackled through the sky like thunder.

The ground beneath the foals began to crumble and consume them.

The only thing that escaped from the earth was tiny shrieks of pure terror.

There was nothing I could do… only watch.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”, I scream, falling from the couch and onto my head then proceed to fall on my stomach, flailing wildly. It takes me a few moments to realize it was just a dream. No. A nightmare.

I get up groggily as I hear True in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I grumble through my drowsiness. I shake myself getting free of the chokehold the blanket had me in.

“Because I didn’t feel like burning myself at 6:30 in the morning,” he replied. “I’d like to keep my hand, thank you.”
I slowly trot over and mumble, “Makes sense.”

“Dude, you look a little shaky. You alright?”

Alex’s eye twitched, “No I’m…I’m fine…just a bad dream…”

I eyed Alex closely, squinted, looking for some tale tell sign of a problem. But nothing came up. He just looks tired. I guess turning into a fictional character is tiring.

“Well, have a seat, breakfast is almost done. Wait, you can’t sit in a chair…Never mind, just sit somewhere.”
We ate breakfast, and not 20 minutes after cleaning up, a knock came at the door.

“Shit…”

I saw the car from the window; it was our friendly cop, Mark Freemen, at the door. I looked at Alex, and right on cue he froze in place. I gulped, put on a fake, thin smile, and opened the door.

“How are you sir, it’s good to see you again. What brings you here?”

“Hello True, I’m here to do another check on your firearms, I also have a few papers I that need your signature.”

“Alright, well please, come in.”

I led him inside and picked up a red pen from the coffee table. Why is he here again? My signature on some papers, huh? If he needed proof, he could check the copy of the legal papers I gave him the other day. I call bull shit. Something’s going on here.

But I obliged regardless and signed the papers. I turned my back to see how Alex was keeping up. Solid as a rock.

Suddenly, the urge to release the valves hit. “I’ll be right back; I’m just using the restroom.”

I return moments later, papers in hand. Freemen eyed the papers,” Did you, uhh…”
I was confused at first but, got the hint. “Oh, yeah, I washed my hands…”

Freemen took the papers and went on his way.

“But sir, what about my fir-“

“Something else came up kid, duty calls.” I swear I heard Alex snicker, probably because Freemen said ‘duty’… Idiot.
Without any more to say, Freemen left.

“What the hell? Why did he even…”

I saw Alex spit something out, and before he spoke I closed his muzzle and put my finger over my mouth, telling him to be quiet. What he spit out was a bug, and not the kind that crawls.

*DUN DUN DUUNNNNNNN*