Douglas 2: The Douggenning

-KLAUS POV

I burst through the wall, tackled Douglas, and kept going. He tried to push against me, but he only had a fraction of my power, and I had just fed one hundreds of my minions. I was filled with the blood and power, and the bookworm had no chance of stopping me. No one would steal from me and live. As the rock was shredded around Douglas’s body, I realized that I had no plan. Of course I was going to kill him, but how? I slowed my pace, before my imagination saved the day and I turned back towards the cave. I held him by the neck, and slammed him into the ground. There was a sizeable pool of blood around the pink pony. I needed that blood. Grabbing the back of Douglas’s head, I pushed his face into the pony’s open wound.

“You know, I haven’t drowned anyone in a while, bookworm.” It’d been much longer than I’d realized; so much so that I was drooling at the prospect. I channeled the blood back into the pony. Douglas was thrashing. I simply held him as he suffocated into the blood of his companion. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for my ingenuity. I’d drowned my victims in their own blood before, and even in my blood once or twice, but never in someone else’s. It was delightful. I could feel the familiar giddy bubbles fill my chest as my lips turned upwards in glee before breaking open in laughter. My elation blasted into me from many angles as the cave walls threw my laugh in every conceivable direction. Douglas finally stopped moving. It was tempting to leave him there, face-first in his friend, but I knew better. I had to check, in case there was more fun to be had. I bent him backwards, exposing his insides. Sure enough, his changeling heart was still. It was too bad. For good measure, a thin line of flame extended from my finger as I wrote on his organ. I was nearly done with the “was” in “Klaus was here” when Douglas opened his eyes. Blood covered his face, and his eyes bothered me, those jet-black portals shining in their darkness. This was not good. When I had been slain, my soul entered a new body, but I could still exist without that body. Was he the same? It had took decades of being a bookworm for me to unlock this power, but Douglas had freed himself from his flesh by…I didn’t even know. He was unnatural, a monster. How ironic. He stood, not even bothering to mend his broken frame. His torso swung freely as he lumbered towards me. I faced, him, waiting. He could inflict no harm on me, no pain I had not already endured. As soon as I thought this, he stopped walking, but his upper body continued to teeter precariously. He began to glow, before he disappeared. Did he flee from me?

“You wish, Klaus.”

-DOUGLAS POV

My torment had begun when someone else had inhabited my body. Now, that torment would end in the opposite way.

“So hurting you is a waste of time? Then I’ll just have to end you.”

“Did…did you just…?” Klaus began to panic ostensibly as he came to terms with what I’d done.

“NO! YOU CAN’T BE HERE! GET OUT!”

“What’s wrong, Klaus?! I thought you loved torture!”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, BOOKWORM?!”

“I understand how you feel, you know. This is a lot of fun. I should have done this sooner!” Klaus froze as he regained his composure.

“Get out before I smear the pony over the walls.” He was threatening Pinkie Pie.

Unacceptable.

“Are you sure you want me out? We were such good friends, you know.” I could feel Klaus’s face contort with hatred. Power was everything he knew, everything he lived for; the power to kill, maim, violate, and destroy. I was taking away all his power, and it was driving the madman mad. He turned, becoming a shapeless, writhing mass of blades and teeth, lunging towards Pinkie Pie. I stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Uh-uh-uh. You have to cooperate if you want me to leave. No say the magic word.” I was torturing him like he’d tortured me, by grabbing hold of the things which glued his life together and pulling up by the roots. He roared in anger, changing shapes countless times as his fragile sanity eroded. I’d done my job too well, leaving nothing to reason with. It was now or never. I pulled away from him mind, and I returned to me own body.

He did not return to his.

As I held Klaus’s soul, he looked at the body I’d wrenched him from. He was full of fear at this moment. For the first time, he’d been truly threatened. He would never experience fear again. I bit down hard, sucking Klaus’s essence into me. I walked over to Pinkie. She was fading quickly. I, lifted her head, placed my mouth over hers, and breathed Klaus’s life force into her. Like Chrysalis, her flesh wound itself back together. She broke our kiss with a sudden gasp as life was fully restored to her, and she looked at me. She didn’t have to say that she loved me, and I didn’t have to say that I loved her. She simply kissed me again. When we were staring into each other’s eyes again, I felt…peace. She didn’t care what I’d done or what I’d become. She loved Douglas.

“I have to go now, Pinkie. I’m going to keep you and Equestria safe.” She giggled, and pushed me to the ground.

“You’re not allowed to leave yet, Dougie.”