First things first, it is extremely boring being locked in a small cell for countless years. It wouldn't be as bad if I wasn't stuck as a fucking disembodied skull. So yeah, that's my situation.

Twilight, stopped visiting about... three to four years ago. She said "that there was nothing more she could say to me." Which I completely understand. But it's been lonely.

I don't feel much anymore, well physically I don't feel much, mentally I feel lots of thing. I've forgotten what the breeze of the wind feels like, I've forgotten what moving my fingers feels like, and I've forgotten what it's like to feel pain. You could call this true peace, a curss or even Hell. To the ones I hurt, they would call this justice... and they would be right.

The sound of thumping hooves across the stone floor caught my attention. Someone running, here? It has been a while since I've heard that. I continued to listen to the thumping as it grew louder and louder.

Eventually the door to the room I am kept in crashed open and in stepped none other that Twlight Sparkle. I watched as her eyes laid to rest on me. She let out a sigh if relief and slowly approached me.

"Good, your still here." She said to herself reassuringly. "Of course I was going to be here, I don't really have the option to leave now do I?"

I watched as her breathing slowed down and she composed herself. She still wasn't aware that I was still technically alive, but that didn't matter. She slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind herself without even saying good bye.

As I've said before, I can't blame her. She doesn't need to know I'm still thinking, still questioning my life. But questions plagued my mind. Why did she come here? And why was she so panicked? I couldn't make heads or tails of it.

As if on que I felt my non-existent brain begin to shut down, guiding me in to a gentle sleep. All this thinking and talking to myself in my head had made me tired, to tired to ponder what Twilight was dealing with. My vision slowly faded as I drifted off.

Fire, burt wood, blood, and burning books filled was all that I saw, accompanied by the sound of wood crackling as it burned and the building falling down around me.

I was here again in the library, no I couldn't be here, I shouldn't be here. "Please don't make me relive this!"

I felt my skin boil and blister against the scorching hot flames. Blood oozed from the wound on my head and the fire continued to consume me. I looked out the closest window and saw the ponies all looking on at me as I burned. "Please I just want to leave this place, I just want my old life back!"

My begging only increased the intestine of the flames as they swirled around me. A voice called out berating me with my sins.

"Do you remember the mare you butchered? Do you remember her friend who looked on as you ripped in to her flesh? Her name was Bon Bon. Do you remember now?"

With one final scream of pain I was thrown out of the burning library and back in to the stone prison I was kept in.

That dream was the same one I faced every time I tried to sleep. It forced me to relive my final moments before my untimely demise, and forced me to remember those I have slaughtered.

I'm a monster, and there isn't much that can change that.

There was a sudden click and the door to my room opened. Three ponies trotted in to the room in front of me and kneeled down. Was this still part of the dream? Cause it felt very real. They each pulled out a small jar filled with a red liquid and a paint brush. They opened their jars and dunked their brushes in to them before they began to pain strange symbols on the floor.

This was all so... confusing. I didn't understand who they were and why they were here. After some time they put their brushes and jars to the side and bowed before me. The three of them began to chant something and for the first time I felt something. I clenched my eyes shut and welcomed this strange new sensation.

I felt cold, so very cold, but yet I felt so alive. I opened my eyes and found myself standing upright. Upright? I looked down and had to take a double take when I saw my body. Granted I wasn't human any more, but rather still the monster I had become.

I looked towards the three ponies and saw them all bowed down in front of me. Then one of them spoke up.

"Oh great one, teach us how to be like you. Teach us how to join you in this form." The pony said. I was complete and utterly dumbfounded that they would make such a request. Be like me? Why in God's green Earth would they want to be like me?

I stood there in complete silence for what seemed like forever. Then I felt something. Something crawling under my skin like a parasite. The hunger, I had forgotten about my hunger. I felt my stomach gurgle as it demanded to be fed. I continued to look at the ponies. I could feel their little hearts beat in the air, I could already taste the blood. I knew what I had to do.

I lunged at the pony in the middle and threw them against the wall. There was a sickening crack as they hit it. The other two ponies shot up and looked at me in horror. I quickly spun to my left and rammed my clawed fingers in to their side before peeling them open. I heard rushing hoof steps on my right. As I quickly turned around I snagged the last pony by the tail and pulled them back.

I shoved them to the floor and opened my jaws wide. The pony was begging and trying to bargain with me. But my hunger was to strong, I had to feed. I slid the back of their head in to my mouth and slowly began to apply pressure to the back of their skull. They screamed and thrashed about but I held them still. With a sudden crack and bloody crunch, their skull suddenly caved in to the pressure of my jaws.

It tasted amazing. The sweet blood trickled down my throat as I ripped in to the dead their bodies and had my first meal in years.

There was a sudden sharp pain on my head that brought me out of my hunger induced rage. I reached up to feel what it could be. My broken antler. It still hurt like Hell, even after all these years. I can still remember how I got it. I slammed in to a wall while charging at Twilight.

I looked at the bodies around me then at the still open door. I crouched down and stepped out of my room. When I stepped out I almost tripped over something. I looked down and saw a guard with their throat slit. Whoever had brought me back to life did it for a reason. I suspect they need me for something.

Author's Note

He's back!