The Nightmares

NIGHTMARE THREE

(continued)

I picked it, or her, up and started walking as she spoke, "...It's....see you..." I nodded in slight understanding. It was going to be a long night.

I continued walking around the area, watching for the eyes trying to study my movements. It seemed that everything I did was just another clue for this thing to find and kill me. The thought sent shivers down my spine as I continued walking down the cobblestone-like path. The whole world was morphing when I turned, making my mind think what was going to be around the next corner.

Eventually, we made it to a strange stairway. Below it, a simple door, "...Don't...go..." Said the Rainbow Dash doll, it's voice scratchy. I shook my head, "I'll be fine, it's just a dream anyways."

Walking down the stairs and into the door, I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the massive amount of light in the room. When my vision settled, I saw that the room was completely blank.

Except for a couch.

I again felt my body move on it's own accord, though I was still watching. I sat on the couch, my body's energy leaving me quickly. The doll started to talk quickly, trying to get my attention, "...Listen...to...me! Don't...s...no..." It's voice faded away as my energy was drained.

Before I knew it, the doll was gone, and the room was coated in darkness. Looking up with my new found energy again, I saw a pair of familiar eyes. White, and impossibly blue. They stared at me, waiting for my next move; which was get up and run. Before I was able to stand, she was already pinning my shoulders, smiling normally into my eyes, "Where are you goin' missy?"

I was shaken awake by my brother, an annoyed look on his face, "Seriously, Sam. Seriously." I almost asked what was wrong, when I noticed I was sitting on a couch, the soda spilled on it. I scowled.

"Clean it up, please. I'm tired and going to bed." He walked away, and I rolled my eyes as I turned the TV on, Might as well just stay down here for a bit...

It took some time, but my mind was starting to drift away from the topic of those nightmares. It was nice, not having to worry about my death and mind. I yawned, starting to feel the effects of my late night stay-ups effecting me. I laid back, my eyes half lidded with sleep.

Then I closed my eyes, with the final thought being...how did I get on the couch?

I woke up once more on the couch in the dream, gasping. The scenery was blackness, a simple light hang over us. Wait, us? Looking down to my lap, I saw Pinkie smiling happily with her straight mane. My heart drooped, fear starting to envelope my form.

"What's wrong, Pinkie got your tongue?" I looked back to her, noticing my eyes drifting away. I gulped heavily, my mouth feeling dry as I nodded hesitantly. She snickered, then grinned at me widely, "Do you know why you're not dead yet?"

I shook my head, completely un-aware of the circumstances, "....N-no..." I stuttered out. She grinned impossibly wider, turning over to show her stomach to me, as if trying to be cute. I felt it register in my mind, but I was to preoccupied with my imminent death to care.

"Oh shut up, I'm not going to kill you. If I wanted that, I woulda done it already. No, I want to...talk." I felt a grip of fear around the word 'talk'. She sat up slightly, stretching, "Do you know who I am?"

I nodded slowly, "Y-yeah...Pinkie P-Pie..." She giggled, then said, "Do you know who she is?" Her hoof gestured to the discarded doll of Rainbow Dash. I nodded.

She again giggled, snorting somewhat, "You're so afraid, it's so adorable! No, but, in any case, I just wanna talk!" She said in a happy, high pitched voice. I felt as if something was wrong, like a glitch in the system. She rolled her eyes saying, "Yeah, anyways, I just wanted to make sure you knew some things..."

I raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Well, Dashie is so adorable and loyal...but...how loyal can you be when your best friend kills you?" I pondered it for a moment before shaking my head and shrugging, "No, no. She's still Rainbow Dash, still the element of loyalty and isn't disloy-"

She hushed me with a hoof, rolling her eyes, "No, no. She's disconnected from the elements as soon as she died. She's not the element of Loyalty anymore, she's just boring ol' Rainbow Dash, if you know what I mean." I shrugged, "She's been loyal enough, Pinkie. Stop playing mind games, I-"

I had to stop myself. Right now, I'm not accomplishing anything, I'm arguing with myself. That certainty doesn't prove my sanity. Whatever was going on is obviously not normal, and if I keep going along with it, I'll drive myself insane! I scornfully looked at Pinkie, and she just kept smiling.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. It's not like you can prove your sanity anyways." I snorted lightly, looking away from the evil below me. The feeling of anxiety and deathly coldness seemed to leave me. Instead I felt anger. I waited a minute for myself to cool down, before looking once more, "I don't care what you have to say, you're just a figment of my mind..."

Her laugh echoed on the non-existent walls as she said, "Oh, silly! What makes you think I'm just a figment of your mind, huh?" I opened my mouth to speak, but she sat up quickly, looking at me in my eyes, "Just because I'm a pony from Equestria?" I started to speak but she leaned a bit closer, her grin darkening, "Or...is it something else?"

I stumbled over words, trying to answer as she said, "Is it that you don't want to believe you're in real, terrible danger? That something horrible could happen to you?" I blinked, trying to understand. It seemed that her words were my mind's thoughts, spilling out for everyone to see. I gulped lightly, "...No...that's not why!"

My voice heightened slightly, showing my growing anxiety. Another laugh escaped her lips, followed by a snort, "Oh, you're too funny! Well, Miss Sam, it's kinda hard to stop your thoughts, ain't it?" I gasped slightly, gripping her shoulders, trying to get her away from me, "Stop, just...stop!"

She kept talking, trying to get into my head, "Silly, your thoughts are all OVER the place, of course I can see 'em! It's like reading a book!" I almost started yelling at the pony that was trying to jumble my mind up.

"And I'm already in your head, silly filly!"

With a final shove, I pushed her away from me, "Stop! Just...stop!" My voice had reached a hysterical level, and I had started hyperventilating. She stepped forward slightly, and I took a step back, "I'll never stop, Sam. I will never, ever, stop." My heart kept falling into the pit of darkness.

"Isn't that great!?"

Finally, with my adrenaline kicking in, I yelped slightly, then dove at the apparition of Pinkie. She hit me in my stomach with her hoof, and I coughed lightly before punching her on her muzzle. Pinkie spat out a spot of blood, and I was breathing heavily. We each threw fists and hooves at each other, but at the end of the small tussle, I ended up on top of her. My nose was bleeding and I felt a bruise under my eye and on my thigh.

Panting slightly, I looked below me at her, Pinkie's grin slightly faded, a few bruises on her face. I raised my fist, as if to deliver another blow.

Then she laughed, "Yes..! Do it! I DARE you!" Another burst of laughter, "You don't have the GUTS! Come on, hit me!" I almost let myself hit her once more, but I barely held back, my rage finally starting to stop boiling. She rolled her eyes, the smile fading, "Oh come on! I worked so hard for that! Oh well, we can do this the HARD way."

A stabbing pain radiated from my gut and I let out a scream. She shoved me back; i landed with a small crack. She sighed, as if disappointed, "I was so excited for this one to, you know? You really seemed to get into it this time. Oh well. We can still have some fun anyways!"

"It's hard to imagine..."

A scalpel appeared in her hoof, and warm, red liquids ran down my side. I did all I could, and screamed, until I had no voice.

"...but one day, you'll end up like me."

I woke with a start, my body sweaty and my mind racing. What had happened? It was all just a dream, right? But then I finally accepted the horrible truth. It was no dream, it was my life on the line. All I knew is that this is just going to get worse. As I stood, I felt a sharp pain on my side, and soon my face felt pain as well.

Looking in a mirror, I realized that there was a bruise on my cheek, as well as a large, purple one on my side. I let out a shuddering breath, covering it up with my shirt and going into my room, sitting down. I stared at the screen, completely fazed out. I had realized that night, something that would haunt me forever. Something that would never leave me.

I need to run as fast as I can. I need to escape. And this is only going to get worse.