Fear Pitch Black: Cataclysmic

“Ponies know me as Azriel Grim. The pony of greed; is the only thing that I desire. Ponies have had pain and suffering. I make them feel better, always come back for more pleasure, and then some stories to tell when a stallion breaks up with them.”

The year was six hundred ninety-six.

Azriel rubbed both eyes with his left hoove, sat up, and looked out the window. Saw the sunrise. He immediately ran upstairs to the kitchen. He ate a massive fruit sandwich loaded with fresh greens. He stepped to the door and opened it with his left hoove after finishing everything. As I opened the door, it squeaked. He took his sister with him as they went toward the library.

Once they both got to the library. They both entered and headed to the fiction shelves, where they discovered a specific horror fiction called Fear Pitch Black.

“It was then I thought it out. What if I could make this to life? To feel pain and suffering but not to die. However, to experience death. So that ponies like mine might be bold enough to comprehend what loss entails.”

“My older brother had an interesting taste, but to what end? What if my younger sister got in it? Would she be afraid of our taste? I hope she doesn’t come to the place we're all going to be in.”

They both cast the spell and entered the book of Fear Pitch Black. A renowned librarian named Ribbon is a unicorn with a cyan coat with a floof.

It is now the following day.

The morning of the sun rising, Azriel was in the kitchen. He looked out the left-hand window with his two sisters.

"What do you like today, Coral? The black rose sandwich is usually delicious."

"Big brother, the texture and flavor are incredible."

Emmeranne covered her mouth with her left hoove. When she smirked, she made a faint noise. Instead of the black rose, my beloved sister, there is the peculiar gloomy sauce.

Coral enlarges its eyes as if it were intrigued about what is inside.

“Coral?” Azriel looked at her with a sign of gratitude as if he smiled.

“Yes, dear brother?” She stares at him out of curiosity.

“When you get older, I want you to read a work of fiction that the Grim family reads as part of a long-standing custom. In addition, Hey Cart deserves praise; without this spell, it wouldn't be feasible.

“I see.” Coral walked to the basement and wandered into it for relics.
Emmeranne looked at Coral to see her off. “Brother, do you think she is truly ready for this? What if something happens to her psyche? It could affect most or even hurt other ponies.”

“Sincerely, dearest sibling, I have faith in anything. It won't leave a mark on the family, and in addition. I promised to respect Father's choices as the family's leader.”

Emmeranne blinked and went into total surprise. She gasped at that moment, which happened to be a high pitch. “You mean father? A psychiatrist who could never heal. Do you mean to say that you intend to work on treating ponies' psychological nightmares? And yet you believe it's acceptable to use our sister as a test subject for the possibility that she could break?”

“Yes.” He squinted at her, and he smiled.

“You have complete loss your mind.” She used her powerful, sensitive voice that sounded furious.

“No, my dear sister. We need to overcome his failures. The family needs this to overstep the laws and physics of magic. That’s why we have it. To better understand it.”

Azriel walked out of Emmeranne's room.

“So, the chase is on. Future pony.”