Author's Note

Consider this as a love letter from me to the old parts of the fandom. Due to the New Generation release, why don't we look back on the dark parts of this fandom. Think of this as the celebration of what could come in the future and what has been made. Before this note ends, here are a few slight notices:

1) This is based on my general knowledge of the show and the other stories presented in the fanfic itself so there might be errors shown.

2) I will never use another person's hard work and story to get famous. What I am saying is that the involvement of the other stories in this fanfic is my way of showing admiration and inspiration for the original work. I will never use another person's or anyone's story to get famous. In the end, as I said earlier, I am only using it as a form of nostalgia and admiration from me to the creators or fans of the other stories shown in the fanfic. But also if you know the stories then good job. Also, try to spot the other references that I sprinkled in this fanfiction, and believe me... this fanfiction won't just celebrate just MLP but other parts of it as well which were popular back then.

3) You have my permission to voice dub, edit, modify and do whatever you want with this fanfic. However, stuff like NSFW or extreme violence (guns and sexual use) or other related matters is NOT ALLOWED.

4) Gore is mentioned in the entire fanfic so there is my warning to you. Do not read this if you are under 16. There is a reason why this is mature.

5) Lastly, have fun when reading the fanfic and think of this as a celebration of the past and the present of this fandom. With that out of the way, enjoy the trip back everybody to the days of the old MLP fanbase.

Act 1: New Home and Torturous Nightmares

The Cave: I was never a fan of the dark. Looking back, it hasn’t changed much nowadays, nor has the loneliness or the isolation. Did I deserve this? Being on my own with no- pony around; no parents to help me with anything. They wanted me to do this because of that letter. That DAMMN letter. It explained everything they wanted from me, every action I needed to take, everything I needed to have while they went on their journey to the far lands of Equestria. But did it help the isolation or the feeling of being watched: No. None of it did. I still remembered coming to that cave when I was around 7 years old. I was still a filly and I was still learning the world around me. All I knew back then was that I had to listen to everything that my parents said and do what they asked me to do. I remembered the chaos around me before I was sent off; the chaos caused by someone they called discord. I never saw a clear view of what he looked like but many called him the chaos causer or the disruption of peace or to me, the bringer of weirdness. Everything he made was probably made by some weird pony sick imagination as everything around ponyville was turned into weird things with his presence around.

Eventually, both our leaders were forced to outdo his weirdness and turn him into a stone statue which undid all of it. But this lead to the journey that both my father and mother would take to search the lands to see if his powers were truly gone in the other areas. I remember it all too clearly; the night where I went with my parents to Queen Celestia’s castle to talk out their idea and see if she agreed with it. Unfortunately, due to my tiredness and the long argument I heard behind the door to their thrones, I was quickly husked off by both the guards and my parents. I still remember the last thing they said to me:

“Don’t forget to wash your coat and mane plus do promise me that you will go to sleep when you arrive there” My reaction was:

“But mommy, I never did this on my own, and what would happen if I get lost”

"It’s alright my son, we both know you will do fine, plus you get to see your favorite teddies, just be careful and don’t talk to anypony alright” lastly, I heard my dad say:

“We promise we’ll be back soon, just be careful and remember, we both love you very much”. With a nod and a hug from me to my parents, I ran off to the entrance and then into the night.

I still remembered where I lived after all: the house with the yellow door and the flowers painted at the bottom. I was about to open the door with that magic trick my parents taught me many days before the argument (which opened the lock) until I noticed something. A letter. A letter with an envelope in the color of red and a yellow seal to hide the contents of it inside. I turned the letter and it said my name. My name. Huh, I still remember it even to this day. Anyway, I gasped in shock by seeing it there. A letter for me. How? Surely the mail pony must have misread it or something. Even then, all of the mail my family had was centered on my parents. Quietly, I opened up the letter and read its contents. It was from them: my parents. Had they put this letter as their order for me when I arrived? The thought baffled me but as I read on, I understood something. The letter stated that I had to stay in a cave not so far from where we lived and that I had to pack up most or all my things in my room upon traveling to the cave. It said the obvious “make us proud” or “we love you” in any parent's letter but the main thing that I noticed was a map attached to the letter itself. I opened it up and it showed me a route from the house to the cave itself. It immediately reminded me of the old map games that I played with my parents when I was 3 years old. They would hide something and would then make me a map for me so I could find it. It was fun back then, but I wasn’t interested in it many years later. Continuing with what the letter implied, I grabbed everything small and large in my room and fitted them into small bags. On the way out, I grabbed some matches and a lantern and then I shut the door.

Following the map, it showed there was quite a distance from ponyville but I didn’t care about it at all. Lastly, before I could pass out from the sheer exhaustion, I saw the cave. Surrounded by the cover of a forest and the calmness of a lake, it was right in front of me. And boy, was it massive. The first thing I remembered was the sheer darkness of the cave; it was so dark it took around 3 minutes for my eyes to adjust to it. The other things I noticed were the decorations of dunes and stone that were in the cave, especially a large stone at the end which had a smooth and polished surface so it acted like a mirror. After coping with the darkness I crept in. Upon entering I realized there was an entrance to the right of the cave’s interior. Upon investigating I saw an almost stone-like replica of my room, to the whole positioning of the cabinets and desks. I smiled but the positivity was quickly overcome with tiredness and drowsiness. Very slowly, I put up all of the belongings I took from the house and quickly set them up so it had almost looked like a pinpoint replica of my room… with some very small changes. Those changes were the objects like the letter, pictures, and lantern/matches I took before going into the cave. Tiredly I placed them evenly so it was in front of my view. I would deal with them tomorrow. Very slowly, I took the blanket and pillow from my luggage and put them onto the stone that looked like my bed. I crawled on top of it and I quickly went to sleep. And then it began. The nightmares. The torture. The change of color and of course the pain caused by other ponies. I guess I have to start with the first place I went to. The place which still terrified and tortured me, even to this day. I guess I have to begin with: the factory.

The Factory: I awoke to the sound of gears and steam immediately. Steadily, I moved my aching hooves up and looked around. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t alone. All around me were other fillies, all covered by the dirt and grime of the place’s floor? The area was completely open and empty, to the point where I thought it looked like a theatre room. However, the main center of attention was a massive machine that had 6 extractors at the centerpiece of it, and I saw them trail off to 6 large vats in the room. Glancing at the top of the vats, I saw different colors emitting from the contents of the vats; all of them were a specific color of a rainbow. The last thing I noticed before somepony touched my hoove was what seemed to be rust at the entrance of the machine. I looked over and saw a white mane and pink coated filly looking at me. Shakily it said to me:

“Who are you? I have never seen you next to me at all?” I responded with a question of my own:

“What is this place and why am I here?” She shook her head for the answer to my question and then she said a very simple question:

“What is your name?” My name. Why would I tell a filly I didn’t know my name? I looked down at my hooves – all tainted in the dirt but both still had the natural color of my coat on there - and said the word: Blue. She looked kind of disappointed but alas I did do what she said anyway plus that was my actual name. Before she said anything, we had a voice from above. Above us, was some scaffolding near the machine and on top of it was a pony wearing a full head mask and a white uniform. The only facial feature we all saw was those rose-colored eyes, which looked directly at us. At that point, my hearing was starting to deteriorate and the only sounds I heard were distinct muffles. By the sound of things, every young pony, excluding me, was listening to every word that was said from the rosy-eyed pony. A while later, my hearing was back to normal and I heard the phrase: “live ponies”. What? Quickly, I glanced up and noticed that the pony above us was starting to take off her mask. As soon as she took it off, she showed her face to everypony down below. A collective gasp formed from the small ponies below. I looked around in confusion. I heard a small gentle voice say:

“It’s Rainbow Dash!” I tried to see where it came from but immediately, everypony around me was lost in their confusion. Rainbow Dash. Huh, I looked at her and noticed the obvious detail on why they called her that: her mane. It was all covered in the colors of the rainbow. Another thing I noticed was the light cyan color of her coat and of course, the rose-colored eyes of hers, even before she took off the mask.

Looking around I glanced up and saw what seemed to be a massive claw arm appear from the entrance of the machine. I heard Rainbow Dash say:

“That one” and she pointed at me. Suddenly, I felt a sense of danger and started to walk back but I was pushed to the ground by two other ponies; dressed in white uniforms as well. Struggling against their weight, I heard the cries of the other fillies around me and I was immediately husked forward to the entrance of the machine. The claw arm quickly jumped towards me and grabbed me by the chest and flank. I flailed around in it until I couldn’t move and soon I was face to face with Rainbow Dash. She took one look at me and she said to the crowd:

“Why don’t we show a little demonstration of what your NEW purpose is here” I heard the sound of metal clanging above and then saw 4 chains and clamps coming towards me. They clamped on all 4 of my hooves and then I was ushered towards the opening of the machine. I took one glance down and almost screamed. There were different saws and metallic slicers in the machine itself. I then heard the phrase: “broken ribs” until an indescribable pain happened in the middle of my body. All 4 chains were pulling outwards and I heard the sound of bones breaking and cracking inside my body; this time I did scream in horror. The next thing I heard was Rainbow Dash saying:

“We also have discovered recently that if the joints were broken, the spectra we acquire are increased by a torrential lot!” Painfully, the chains then rotated over and over again… and so did my hooves. At that point, I heard 4 cracks and 4 distinctive squishing noises. I took one glance at the two hooves on both sides of my face and saw, to my horror, they were in different angles. I then heard a large humming and the slicers below started to move. Looking up towards Rainbow Dash, she said: “any last words before the Pegasus device make your purpose here justifiable?” I said only one word. “Why?” I looked at her with sadness before I heard 4 clicks and a massive hissing sound. Immediately, I saw that I was falling into the slicers themselves, given the fact all of the chains and clampers had let go of me. For a brief second, I saw one of the saws near my face, and before it sliced my whole head open… I woke up screaming.

Looking around the cave, I saw that I hadn’t moved at all to that place. Everything was normal, even the bits and bobs that I placed there before I went to sleep. By the sound of things, it was morning and by the look of things, I was perfectly fine. There were no cuts or fractures on me. No dislocated joints or hooves. I looked perfectly normal. But it didn’t stop the emotions clouding my thoughts. I kneeled to the mirrored stone and began crying. I didn’t know how long I cried for but I presume it was around 5 minutes, even longer but unfortunately I didn’t have a watch on me. Glancing at my reflection, I saw a pony that had a look of sadness on its face and had a blue coat and a red mane looking back at me. I said simply:

“what was that?” “That place, that horrible location!?” I looked at the reflection, hopeful for an answer but it looked at me with a blank face. Surely, it was just a dream, wasn’t it? But no, it was far too real; far too realistic. After a couple of minutes, I got up and collected my thoughts. I went to a nearby box and got a notepad from it. There I ripped a page off and put in these words with a pen: “The Factory” at the top of the page. After underlining it, I put some of the notes on what happened in the dream. When that was done, I collected the pictures and papers off the floor and put them away. Before putting the letter away, I looked through it and read it. It said nothing about the dream at all, nor did anything relate to it. Was this just my imagination then? No, it wasn’t. A demon would make that place. I wasn’t one… was I? I couldn’t think about it any longer and spent the rest of the day eating, drinking, and playing away from the constant fears of that place. Soon enough the sun started to dip into the horizon and slowly night-time fell over the cave. Quietly, I prepared myself for another night of sleep. I got to the top of the stone bed and laid my head down on the pillow. The last thought I had was the minuscule amount of hope that I would never return to that place again.

If only I knew. If only I knew.

The Party: I was always a fan of parties. Any type of party was always fun to me. Those like birthday parties, celebrational parties, and even seasonal parties were fun to me. I always remember being with other ponies and my parents, having fun all day until it was time to clean up and go. However, I used to enjoy them. Then this dream happened. This bucking dream happened. I remember it so vividly, so violently. I woke up to see that I was attached to a concrete slab by 4 clamps and chains. Was I back in the factory again? Scarily, I looked around, hoping to not see that rainbow-maned demon at all. I saw nothing at the moment and then I heard something jumping up and down. My eyes were still adjusting to the dimness of the room and then I saw another pony. This time she wasn’t rainbow maned or had a light cyan coat. Instead, she was all pink in color, down to the mane and coat and all. She looked at me happily and said in a very bright and cheery voice:

“you think I didn’t see you passed out in front of the stairs did you?” She laughed at her question and continued:

“well you are certainly a new partygoer but still we can have some fun,” I noticed that her mane was completely down to her face and wasn’t at all puffed out like I thought it would be due to her bubbly personality and voice. Loudly, she pulled a cart with drawers beneath it which had a red cloth at the top. She pulled off the red cloth and I saw different types of scalpels and cleavers on the top of the cart itself. I looked at her and said nervously:

“w-why do y-you need those for?” She looked at me and said excitedly:

“to make the party happen, you silly filly” ”For it to start I need a special ingredient from you first” I looked at the scalpels and said worryingly,

“You mean like fur, don’t you?” But she looked at me and smiled.

“No, I need YOU to get the ingredient” Before I said anything she grabbed a head mirror on the top layer of the tray and put it on. Immediately, I started to pull on the chains to escape. She noted this and said:

“come now, it will be fun for both of us, so don’t worry”. She picked up one of the scalpels and approached me with it. She went to my side and said in a confused tone:

“where’s your cutie mark?” I looked at her in surprise and said:

“Cutie mark?”

“Yeah the one on both sides of a pony; the special trait of a pony where it… Are you telling me you don’t have one?” She looked at me with a surprised look and I quietly shook my head.

“No wings as well, hmmm oh well, I guess we’ll get to the end of the party quicker than I expected”.

With that, she got out 4 rusty nails from the drawers and a hammer on top of the tray. She put one of the nails over my exposed hoove and started to hammer it in. I screamed in pain but she ignored my screams. Every other hoove had the same treatment. In the end, all 4 of my hooves had a nail on all of them, with blood trickling down the wound and my sides. I could also hear the sound of dripping at the bottom of my body. I saw the pink pony walk to an area of the wall, which had a wheel attached to it and she started to turn it. The concrete slab moved from the wall and onto the ground. I saw that all 4 nails were connected to a blue box on the ground by some wires. The box was then connected to the wall by a lever. The pink pony went over to it and winked at me. She pulled the lever down and then… The pain. Just the pain. I can’t think of anything to describe it. It was so painful, that I blacked out from it. I was then hearing the pink pony’s voice, telling me to wake up. She looked at me happily and said:

“Oh good, we can finally get to the last parts of this party” She moved the wheel again and I was then back to the original position of the wall. She grabbed a scalpel and she started using it to cut open my chest. I hoped I didn’t see what happened next. She opened it up with her hooves and I saw my innards. Down to the intestines and heart and everything. She took various amounts of cleavers and scalpels to remove each part of my inner body. She showed me my heart, where I can still see it beating – she presented it as a sick pun of having my heart out for her. She put the organs on the tray and then said:

“right now it is the time for the finishing touch” She grabbed a scalpel with her bloodied hooves and moved it sideways across my throat. She then moved it downwards and that was when I blacked out. Instantly, I screamed in shock and got up… from my pillow.

That was another dream. Another God DAMMN dream! I got off the bed and was hit with the feeling of nausea. Quickly, I ran out of the cave, out into the open world, and to the side of the cave, where I threw up. After I was done, I wiped off the vomit from my mouth and slowly went back inside. Noticing the mirrored stone, I glanced at it. I was still looking normal, apart from some vomit which I didn’t get rid of. At that point, I said loudly:

“what is happening to me? Why did I have that dream!?” I was about to cry until I noticed the piece of paper I wrote on about the factory. Quietly, I grabbed another piece of paper from the notepad and started to write down the name of this new dream. I called it: “Gore Party” After that, I nailed both pieces to the opposite part of the cave with 2 pieces of tape. Glancing at both of them, I said a very simple plea: “please, please no more of this, this torture” Alas though, I was the only one in the cave so no pony would hear it. Apart from myself. The last question I had before doing my daily routine to distract myself from both nightmares was: Will this ever end? Will I view parties as exciting at that point? Possibly not. As from now on, I had a changed view on parties forever after that experience. But this wasn’t the only time I would see that pink pony in my dreams again. A new dream would appear. A dream where she would kill me again… This time with a permanent smile on her face.

Smile, Smile? SMILE! : Smiling. It is relatively normal, isn’t it? Everyone does it when they are happy or if they have too much fun. But I don’t know what else to say about it after this dream. Perhaps this torture would end? After dealing with 2 dreams of torture and suffering, perhaps this time I would be freed from all of it? But no. I finished adding the notes to the Gore Party paper until I immediately saw that another day was gone. Sulkily, I went to the stone bed again and rested my head on the soft pillow. Perhaps, this time I was freed from these terrifying dreams. Boy, was I wrong. This time I had free will over my body. There were no empty or confined places that I was stuck in. Instead, I was on an open field where the sun was shining gloriously. “Maybe, this isn’t a nightmare”, I pondered. I saw a picnic blanket near a tree and went over to it; perhaps I would see some friendly ponies. However, as soon as I got near it, I saw what seemed to be a decapitated head of a purple pony on the ground. Looking closer, I saw that there were around 4 corpses on the ground. I even spotted Rainbow Dash, whose organs had somehow been ejected through her mouth. Horrifyingly, I noticed that there was a shadow in front of me.

Turning behind, I almost yelled out in fear. It was that pink pony again! Again!! Her eyes glared right back at me and that smile. That smile! She had one of the creepiest smiles I had ever seen. Her teeth were all glistening white with what seemed to be showing a faint reflection of myself. The only positive was that her mane wasn’t on her face this time, so it didn’t look like she would cut me open at all. Or so I thought. Without warning, she pounced on me, with that horrible smile on her face and she knocked me to the ground. I looked up and only saw her eyes and her smile; both looking at me. Without hesitation, she raised one of her front hooves in the air and she forced it down. Suddenly, an immeasurable amount of pain was emitted to where she punched my chest. I saw that her hoove was inside my own body! I heard the sound of blood dripping from the wound and then she pulled her hoove out. I saw that she hold my own heart, even with veins attached to it. She dropped it on the grass, which turned the grass from green to a deep red. I thought I would die there but I didn’t. Realizing my chance I kicked her in the chest with my back hooves and ran as far away from her. Clutching my wound I hoped I put some distance away from her but a couple of seconds later, I felt 2 hooves against both sides of my head. She was on me again. I only glanced at her smile before she pulled my head upwards. A sharp pain emitted to where my neck was until I heard a bone crunch and then I felt my neck give way and I fell to the ground. As soon as I landed on the grass, I was back in the cave.

Quickly, I ran to the mirror to check if I was fine, ignoring the fact that a new day had started outside. That pink creature. She tore off my spinal cord and tore out my own heart. Realizing that I had to make another note with this new dream, I set off to get the paper. I put the title as SMILE and immediately put in the notes I gathered from that dream. After doing so I realized 2 things. The first is that I wasn’t crying at all when I woke up. Odd. I did it with the other dreams so why didn’t I cry this time? The next thing I noticed was that I saw two miniature stubs on both sides of my coat. My wings. Of course, how would I forget about them? My parents told me that my wings would grow later on when I’m older so maybe this is the first sign I would be able to fly soon. After proudly looking at both the tiny stubs on my coat, I noticed something behind me. A large smile. Quickly I turned around. Nothing. There was nothing there. I looked to the right and I then saw a tray with a red cloth on top of it. I gasped in horror. I blinked but then it was gone. What is happening with me? This time I did cry, but it then went into fits of laughter. It’s not real. It’s not real!! IT’S NOT REAL?!!? I repeated it several times until I eventually stopped. A tiny voice in the back of my head then said:

“stop it by killing them; don’t let them have the satisfaction of killing you” “kill them KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM kill THEM” I let out a cry of shock and before flumping to the ground I let out a small “no”. I couldn’t hear the voice anymore. It vanished. I got up and quietly stared at the replica of my room. Carefully, I picked up a picture of my parents and said: “I miss both of you, please if you are listening, please come back Please, Please!” But no matter how many times I pleaded it didn’t do anything. And before long I quickly got on with another daily routine of the day. Before long, I went to bed again, hoping yet again that I wouldn’t suffer for the fourth time. But, alas, there was one more place that would haunt my dreams, just like the other 3. A place filled with platforms and a place filled with actual demons. A place I called: The BloodPony Platform Game.

The BloodPony Platform Game: I always loved platform-type of games. Now and then, my parents would make an obstacle course for me, where it was made by the materials that were leftover in the shed or my dad’s workshop. Yet again, it was another beautiful memory of my parents that was tarnished by another dream. A dream that was full of red and was centered on demonic-looking ponies. As soon as I laid my head on the pillow, I was immediately transported to a wide field with what seemed to be platforms around the whole area. It was like somepony took pieces from the field and laid them around everywhere. I saw what seemed to be multiple pits below the platforms. Quietly, I jumped on one of the platforms, which was near where I was standing, and then jumped to the next. It was fun and energetic. Maybe. Maybe this wasn’t a nightmare after all. I was on one of the platforms until I heard a blood-curdling scream behind me. I turned around and saw another pony. All of its mane and coat were red. The unnerving part through was its face. It’s dripping face. It had no mouth or eyes at all. Instead, they were replaced with a black void. I then saw 2 red pupils and a black iris roll down its eyes and then it stared at me. My legs begged me to run and so did my brain. But I just stood there. I couldn’t blame myself. It was a natural fear instinct of every pony anyway. But as soon as it jumped from each platform towards me, I immediately ran off. I almost fell 5 times before it caught up to me. As soon as I was about to jump to another platform, I was quickly knocked to the platform itself by the red pony. It turned me around forcibly until we were face to face. Its mouth then elongated and it let out a highly piercing scream in my face.

Black parts of its mouth dripped onto my face and suddenly I started to see black dots over my vision. Before long, the scream was so loud it made me pass out. I then awoke on one of the platforms. This time, there were no platforms to jump on. Suddenly, 5 platforms appeared from the void below and came to the level on my platform. A red flash obscured my vision and when I could see again; they were looking at me. 5 ponies similar to the one I saw were looking directly at me. Below I heard a collective scream and when I looked down, I almost jumped. Below us, were thousands of ponies; all covered in white from mane to coat. They were screaming. All of them. They were holding the platforms both me and the red ponies were on. I looked up again and all the red ponies seemed to be smiling at me with their black-covered mouths. They didn’t move at all. It wasn’t until I saw one of them supposedly blinking that the nightmare was at its end. It suddenly lunged at me, with blood dripping down its empty eyes, and then I woke up.

I noticed that my heart was beating fast in my chest. I checked myself with the mirror again, and this time the same result was shown to me. With a blank look on my face, I grabbed another piece of paper and wrote down the words: “The BloodPony Platform Game” as its title. No tears again. Odd. After using the same tape to put it on the wall, I went back to the replica of my room again. I didn’t say a word. I didn’t say anything until the sun dipped into the horizon and the light from outside was filled with darkness from the night. Finally, I said: “Is it over? This nightmare? This torture?” the sound of solitude answered my questions. Surely enough, it would end. Shouldn’t it? But before long, the cycle of torture and pain would repeat the order of these experiences. Over and over again. It would turn me into an introverted and an empty shell of a character. Perhaps, that is why I was in the cave. To make me stronger and all the emptier. With the reoccurrence of pain, blood, agony, and suffering. Perhaps I would be stronger in the end. Who knows? The last part of the discoloration of my character would come years after the cycle of these dreams continued. And it all started with a very small stain. A very particular black stain.

The Black Stain: Whilst being tortured by the dreams, I discovered so much about them. By the accounts of all the victims and killed ponies, I discovered and put together the pieces of the puzzles laid out in front of me. Alas, the repetition of these dreams did a good number on my knowledge of these places, to the point where I discovered the events before and during my time there. But it didn’t take long for those in my dreams to find out that I kept on returning. To the point where they modified the places to make me “fit” right in. The only exception was the platform and smile dream, where they did the same song and dance every time I was there. After that, it all became a cycle of torture until something or anything would happen. For around 10 years, I was tortured by these dreams. For 10 years, my view on any pony was tarnished and badly covered in blood and guts. However, one day I discovered what seemed to be a miniature black stain on one of my hooves, shortly after another blood-filled sleep. It didn’t look like much, at first, and I shortly thought of it as just some grime or dirt from the cave itself. At this point, I was around 16 or 17, and sure enough, my timid nature was already gone. For a couple of days, I didn’t bother with that stain at all. It wasn’t until I discovered that expanded from its original position to cover ½ of my hoove. At that point, I glared at it and tried everything I can to remove it. Nothing. Nothing worked. Not even water would remove the expanded stain from my hoove. A couple more days went by, and at that point, my whole hoove was covered in black. I then noticed what seemed to be white appearing from the blackness of that stain and soon enough my whole blue coat of that hoove was replaced with white and black. Noting it immediately, I looked at the mirrored stone and then realized that another stain was on the other front hoove, and there were 2 more stains on my back hooves when checked my back. Knowing that the same thing would happen to all 4 of my hooves, I immediately got a sharp jagged rock and attempted to cut out the black stain. However, as soon as the sharp tip hit the stain’s outline, the most excruciating pain emerged. It was so massive that I immediately screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. There was blood dripping from the outline of the stain and at that point, I started to cry. I never heard myself cry before. I thought I couldn’t do so or anything related to it. But there I was, crying until the bottom half of my face was wet with tears. After a while, I got up and realized the blood had vanished and in its place was a very small cut, which was near the outline.

Sadly, I realized there was nothing I could do about it. And for the next couple of days, both the characters in my dreams and I would note the sudden change of color of my hooves. In 2 weeks when the first stain appeared, all 4 of my hooves were covered in black and white. Being too scared of seeing the new changes to my coat, I tried with all my heart’s desire to not see my hooves at all. Annoyingly, I had to look. It had to happen at some point. Quickly I got over to the back wall of the cave and I looked at the mirrored stone and still saw the changes of color in my hooves and said:

“what is happening to me?” Unfortunately, I then realized that 4 more black stains were starting to appear on the rest of my body. With a massive moan of shock and horror, I fell to the floor of the cave and immediately started to cry. I didn’t deserve this. I knew that in a couple of days my whole coat would be completely replaced in white and black.

Even with the characters and my dismay/alarm in my dreams, the stains quickly spread through my coat. And soon enough, every part of my coat was replaced in black and white. As soon as I woke up from another dream again, I went to the mirrored stone and let out a scream of shock. Of course, the white and black made sense now. I was looking at what seemed to be a permanent x-ray of my coat, down to the bones and all. I saw that there were 2 shapes (a circle and rectangle) on both sides of me, where my wings and my cutie mark would be. Also, I saw that my mane had become a much darker red than before. I looked at myself, unable to even say anything until my disgust became a large sense of approval. I didn’t look fairly different by the looks of things, it was just like applying a new coat of paint. I then suddenly felt admiration for my new look, down to the different length parts of the white and the covered black on my coat. I said:

“maybe this new look is fitting, compared to the rest of the dreams I have been having for, oh, so long” I slowly started to laugh until I had an idea. Because I was called blue, due to the color of my coat, why wouldn’t I change my name because of my new physical look? It didn’t take long until I found out a name that would suit me too perfectly. A name that would make anypony agree on why I was called that. A name that would fit my new permanent coat entirely. A name that was based on what I looked like now. A name that would center on the white parts of my new coat. And that name was: BONES.

Act 1 End