Fear Pitch Black: Cataclysmic

A dragon walked downstairs. Smoke came out of his nostrils. He carried a neck strap in his right claw. Once, he walked to the deep depths of the place thirty floors down. He then opened the door, and it squeaked. As the door slowly opened, the green pegasus with a weird square-shift jewel stood up and shut her eyes for a minute.

The dragon placed the neck chain around her neck as they began to walk upstairs for preparations.

“Prickles, who am I serving today?”

Prickles shut his eyes, “Another royal but at the highest tier. A position superior to that of a princess. To us, they seem like an Archduchess.

Her heart started to race. She felt something wrong with her chest, something whispered in her ear that never stopped.

“Kill them. Kill them all. Take this chance for revenge.”

“Do you hear that?” She spoke.

“No, princess; everything has to be in your head.”

Her body started to tremble from her rapid breathing. Her eyes began to blur from the noise in her ears once they reached the summit of the pink door.

Pony Project opened his eyes quickly. He looked at his right hoof for a moment. He turned his head to the right. The window spread a red stain dripping in from the window. He went up and placed both hooves in front of his face. His next action was to step onto the creaking floor. When he heard a scream outside the room, he quickly turned his head to the left.

Walking toward the mirror to the left of the door, he saw him. Bugs went in and out of his eye sockets. Once he opened his mouth his tongue was missing. But he felt it was still there for some odd reason. Nothing made sense to him. He walked to the door and opened it. The door creaked. The thick red stain gushed out of the cracks of the ceiling. The smell was unpleasant.

Comic Con Ninja was at the table. She gave the knife to Comic Con Tattoo. Comic Con Tattoo placed the knife in the lower abdomen of the pink pony. The pink one, however, had a dark pink written Joy on it. There was some weird dark pink design on her front hooves. But she also had a strange pattern in a dark pink color on her back hooves. After Comic Con Ninja looked at the dead pony she noticed with the candlelight source that her eyes were sky blue.

“Sisters I think our links with three of our sisters have gone dead silent.”

All of the five pink ponies with dark pink manes with the same cutie mark of two blue balloons and one yellow. They had agreed that the other three had died. Their pinky sense was far greater than magic.