Fear Pitch Black: Cataclysmic

Inside the mare restroom came a pony. With its mane and tail both red, the green pony caught sight of itself in the mirror. The wings of this pony looked odd. That had been a grin. But was oozing blood from her mouth. Her red eyes gleamed in the darkness, nevertheless. There was a strange sound as the fog began to rise in the room. Behind her, there was a ticking sound in the toilet.

The blood dripped from the faucet and small critters went in and out of the sinkhole.

“Brother I had the strangest dream.”

Blue Pony opened her eyes. And she got up slightly when she sat near the edge of the bed.

“Sister, was that dream real? Are you there to kill me?”

The strange stallion used its right hoof and took a sip of the grail that had black liquid.

He coughed a few times and then started to cough out black blood that stained his yellow coat.

“Oh, dear sister of mine if you're out there. I wish to tell you that I love you. However, it seems that I may never see you again. Even if it’s the real you.”

A pony with a deep pink mane and tail came in with a butcher knife. Her blue eyes glowed in the dark. And in that dark was with her insanity.

“Death, hahahahahaaa… more death.” Her eye pupils went small and made with a horrifying evil laughter.