Nightmare Night Bedtime Stories

What time is it? Earlier than six, no doubt. Unless they forgot to bring me my dinner. Maybe they didn’t forget and just want to watch me starve. Wouldn’t be the first time.

My nose itches. Damn this straight jacket. Hope one of the guys will let me out while this thing is going on.

What if it fails? I’ll be stuck with this itch for a while. That’d suck. I laughed hysterically. It’s been forever since I last laughed. Ten minutes I think. That’s way too long.

My laughing calmed down when a stallion’s face appeared outside the door’s window. He opened the steel door and entered my dark room.

“Hello, servant.” I said and then burst out laughing once more.

“I’m not your servant, rat.” the stallion said. His horn lit up and a bowl of mush floated into the room.

“Oh, so you’re not serving me my dinner?”

“Be quiet, Screwloose!”

The bowl moved in my direction and was dropped uncarefully right in front of me.

“Ah, oatmeal, again. Thank you, good sir.” I said. “How’s the family?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“Very well.”

The “servant” left the sponge room, leaving me alone, once again, in the dark. I leaned forward and fell on my front hooves. The bowl was right in my face, so I started to eat.

Oatmeal is such a dull and boring meal, especially if it becomes your breakfast, lunch, and dinner for everyday of your life. I wouldn’t even be eating it if I wasn’t so hungry.

I ate until it was all gone. I even licked the bowl completely clean.

When I pulled my head out of the bowl I could feel the remains of my meal running down the side of my face. It didn’t bother me, but it’s not like I can wipe it off if I wanted to.

Once again, I burst out laughing. I laughed so hard tears began to build up in my eyes and then streamed down the side of my face, mixing in with the oatmeal.

Such a wonderful thing laughter is. Makes me feel good. Makes me feel right. I don’t know what I’d do without it. Probably wouldn’t be in here, but I’d rather be here than be unable to laugh.

Shouldn’t be long now. Probably be another minute or two. Who knows, maybe he’ll fail and I’ll be waiting in her all night.

The itch on my nose disappeared, which I am quite grateful for.

Oh, how I can’t wait to get out of here. They’ll come for me. I’ve known these ponies for years. They’re like family to me and I hope they feel the same about me.

Can’t wait to see the sun again. It’s been years since I’ve seen it. I wished this place had a courtyard or something we can hang around in, but the guards told me that the citizens of Ponyville don’t want to look at a bunch of half brain nut jobs.

Time seems to go by dreadfully slow in here. Not much to do while in a straightjacket in an empty sponge room.

I sit here day in and day out, watching my sanity slip away even further. Yeah, I know I’m nuts, but hey, that’s just who I am.

Suddenly an alarm loudly buzzed and through the window on the door slowly flashed a red light. I could hear guards shouting and I could see some of them gallop past the door.

Once again I laughed insanely. I can’t believe I might be getting out of here. I tried not to get my hopes up too much. There’s still the possibility that they’ll fail.

Ooh, I wouldn’t want to be them if they got stopped. Just thinking about what would happen to them if they got caught sent shivers down my spine.

They’d probably get the shock treatment. The staff here seem to favor that one. They give it to me almost once a week. I don’t recall doing anything wrong when they give it to me, just something they enjoy to do. I don’t mind it though. It’s the only time I ever get to leave this boring old room and go to another room.

Maybe they’ll just beat them. No, wait I forgot. Last time they beat a new guy to death. They got charged and were forbidden to beating their prisoners.

Maybe they’ll dunk their head in a tub of cold water and hold them under for a good amount of time.

Or maybe they’ll just kill them. Lethal injection and then things go back to the way they were. That’s boring. You don’t just kill somepony. You gotta torture them, make them scream. Only then can you teach somepony a lesson.

“No, please no, please...” somepony begged outside the door and then blood splattered onto the window.

I chuckled.

The door swung open and a gray unicorn came galloping inside the room. He stopped in front of me. His horn lit up and then the buckles on the straightjacket became undone. He bolted out of the room and down the hall. I slipped out of the jacket and the first thing I did was stretch my legs. It’s been forever since I’ve used them. I felt my whole body pop as I stretched. It felt really good.

I wiped away the oatmeal from my face, galloped out of the room and into the the dark hallway. Red faded in and lit up the hall, revealing many bodies on the floor, and then it faded back into darkness.

Screams of helpless staff members echoed through the hall, followed by hysterical laughter.

I trotted down the hall, following the scream and laughter.

The farther I went down the hall the larger the body count was. There were corpses with their bottoms jaws broken off, some had their heads turned completely around, and I think I saw one whose throat had a huge chunk bitten out of it.

Up ahead was the stairwell. I quickly made my way down the stairs to the second floor. Out in the hall all hell had broken loose.

The guards didn’t even have a chance. For every one of them there were ten of us.

As the riot went on I just stood there and watched. I didn’t attack, nor did I help anypony. I just watched.

It was a slaughter. Guards were dropping like flies. Two unicorns used their magic to grab a guards front legs. They commenced pulling as hard as they could. THe guard screamed in pain and agony and then suddenly his legs ripped right off. Blood sprayed everywhere.

I and all the escaped prisoners roared in a loud cheer. As the group cheered they galloped down the hall.

Once the hall was clear I began walking. As I stepped over the dozens of mangled and dismembered bodies I glanced into the rooms to see what I’ll be leaving. Wasn’t much. I hated this place more than anything else. The only good I found in it were my friends.

In one room there was nothing. It was completely empty. In another room there was a corpse on one of the guards lying on an operating table. His stomach was cut open and another pony was standing up on his back hooves, eating the guard’s intestines.

The living pony looked at me and then gave me a funny face.

I snorted as I laughed uncontrollably. I just love it. Who doesn’t? Laughing is the best thing about the pony body.

I laughed and laughed. I tried to breath but the fact there was a strip of small intestine dangling from his mouth made it nearly impossible. I laughed even harder and fell onto the floor.

The pony went back to what he was doing. I was eventually able to get a hold of myself. I got up off the floor. My sides were hurting as I tried to walk again.

The laughter and cheers of the riot echoed through the hall. I chuckled along with it. My walk turned into a trot and my trot soon turned into a gallop. I wanted to be a part of this. This was the day I’ve waited most of my life for.

I went into another stairwell and quickly made my way down the steps. On the first floor there was chaos.

Blood sprayed all over the place. Screams and laughter stimulated my ears. It was overwhelming.

Somepony grabbed my front leg. I looked down and there was a nurse, whom I remember seeing only a few times before. Her back legs had been torn off and one of her ears had a big chunk bitten out of it.

“Please,” she said to me. “help me.”

I laughed. I laughed. Tears built up in the nurses eyes and then she cried. I rose upon my hind legs and then brought my front legs down onto her, bashing her skull in. Blood covered my hooves and some sprayed onto my face.

I licked the blood that had gotten on my lips. It tasted warm and felt pleasant. Joy filled my body. My heart raced and my smile grew larger. This was the feeling I’ve so longly craved. I couldn’t hold my emotions back any more. I dashed excitedly into the brawl.

I grabbed a female doctor by the mane and somepony, whom I’ve never seen before, grabbed her by the legs. We pulled with all our strength.

She screamed loudly in pain and fear. We pulled and we pulled. The doctor’s head started to bleed and the blood flowed down her face. I pulled harder and harder. She screamed louder and louder.

As I couldn’t pull any harder, her scalp torn off and I flew backwards with doctor’s mane still in my hooves. I landed on my back, knocking the wind out of me for a second. I looked up at the doctor and saw she was still alive, screaming at the top of her lungs.

The pony that had helped me dropped the doctor’s legs and slid over to her head. The screams of the doctor turned into a cry.

He laughed hysterically. It must have been contagious because I started laughing as well. He began looking at the mare’s visible skull with a hungry stare. He punched the top of her skull as hard as he could and there was a loud crack which could be heard over the riot going on around us.

The mare’s cries and struggling stopped. The stallion removed the cracked skull cap in pieces until her brain was showing. He then buried his face into hit, eating the brain like some kind of animal.

I laughed harder. I rised from the ground. Everypony let out a cheer. I looked around and saw that the violence had stopped.

“Quiet!” one stallion shouted. He hopped up onto a desk as the crowd silenced. I recognized him as Bones. That’s not his real name, but no pony here knew his real name. “Victory is not yet ours. But it is close. There are still ponies imprisoned and also some staff still remain alive. In order to achieve victory we must save our brothers and sisters, and destroy those that have imprisoned us. Now go!”

The crowd roared and then took off. Within half a minute the room was cleared of ponies, except me, the guy eating that mare’s brain, and Bones.

He looked at me. “What are you doing?” he said. “Go help your brothers and sisters!”

I turned around and walked down a random hall. It was lit by a couple dim, flickering light bulbs.

A mare screamed down at the end of the hall. Curious, I picked up the pace. There was an open door up ahead, from which the screams were coming from.

“Come on, hold her down!” said a male’s voice. I looked into the room. It was dark and inside there were two stallions and a nurse, who was on the floor screaming and crying. She attempted to crawl away, but one of the stallions dragged her back over towards them. “Keep her still!”

The stallion that had spoken was Nutjob. The other one, who was now holding the mare down, was Brain Dead. Brain Dead never spoke and all he seemed to do was take orders from Nutjob.

The nurse struggled and squirmed. Nutjob gave a creepy smile that gave me the chills. I watched as he proceeded to rape the mare. I smiled, but I didn’t laugh. Don’t want them knowing I’m here. Nutjob is crazy, well crazier than most here. Probably rape me. Or maybe even have his buddy do it.

My smile grew larger as the nurse cried and yelled. After about five minutes, Nutjob let out a loud groan and then collapsed onto the mare. A smile was imprinted on his ugly little face.

“Please...just let me go.” the mare said.

Nutjob lifted his head and looked at her. “I can’t do that, sweet lips.” he said.

“Please.”

Nutjob got up off her and then looked over at Brain Dead. “Kill her.”

“NO!” the mare screamed out. Tears flowed from her eyes. Snot ran down her muzzle. “Don’t kill me! Please, don’t!”

Brain Dead placed his hooves on the slide of her face. My smile grew even larger.

“NO!” she wailed and then there was a loud snap as Brain Dead broke her neck. She stopped crying, stopped squirming, and stopped screaming.”

I almost burst out laughing. It was too rich. I quickly galloped down the hall. My hooves clopping echoed through the hall. They probably heard me, but I didn’t hear anypony behind me, so they must have thought nothing of it.

Up ahead was an intersection. I turned left and then stopped. I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Laughter burst from my mouth. I felt relieved and satisfied. It was like a drug. A sweet, sweet drug.

My laughter soon died down. This was so much fun. The adrenalin, the excitement, it was all so wonderful.

I went up to the closest closed door, which was just the left of me. I turned around and bucked the door open. I turned back around and saw an office. It was dark. None of the lights in it were on and it seemed nopony was inside.

I didn’t take any chances. I searched under the desk and any other place where somepony could be hiding.

There was nopony in the room. Well, except for me. So I left the room and then moved onto the next shut door.

Same thing, nopony inside. I continued down the hall, checking every room. Even the ones with an open door.

I eventually came to the last door in that hall. I bucked it open and then somepony let out a horrified scream.

The mare began to weep as she screamed. The room appeared to be a medical room of some sort. She was on the tiled floor, surrounded by blood.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” she yelled. I approached the mare with a wide grin on my face. She pushed herself across the floor and up against the wall.

I lowered myself to get on her level and then licked the tears on her cheek. They tasted great. They tasted like fear. I chuckled. She cried harder.

I pulled her head back, giving me a good look at her neck.

“Please, I’ll do anything.” the mare cried. “Just please, don’t kill me.”

I burst out laughing. Her begging and pleading, it was so satisfying. I sunk my teeth into the mare’s throat. Blood filled my mouth.

The bitch screamed louder. Little did she know that the screams and cries only motivated me.

I dug my teeth deeper into her neck and then tore her throat out. Blood sprayed on the walls, her screams turned into a gargle.

I chewed the chunk of flesh slowly, savoring its unique taste.

The mare’s gargling stopped as she drowned in her own blood. I looked at the corpse and saw that her eyes were rolling upwards. It looked silly, I couldn’t help but laugh.

The image of her begging for mercy made me laugh even harder. She just looked so ridiculous.

Something started to cry from the other side of the room. I got up off the blood covered floor and followed the sound.

On the bed was a lump under a blanket. I grabbed the blanket with my mouth and removed it from the bed.

On the bed was a little foal, crying it’s little heart out. I didn’t laugh at its cry, nor did I snicker or giggle.

I felt sorry for her. Her mother was dead and now no one was there to take care of her. Well, what about me? I could take care of her. She’ll make great use to the family in the future.

But I must ask Bones, though. He’s the leader and the leader knows best. I took the blanket off the ground and wrapped it around the filly. Her crying didn’t stop. In fact it might have gotten louder.

I put her on my back and then walked out of the room. While I went down the hall I was given many weird looks. But when I got closer to the lobby the worst happened. Nutjob stepped in my way.

He looked at me and then at the filly on my back. He grinned demonically. His buddy, Brain Dead, stepped up next to him.

“Hello sweet thing. What’s with the foal?” Nutjob asked. “Didn’t know anypony here was knocked up. Who’d you fuck? Come on, baby, don’t leave me in the dark. Who’s the little bastard’s father?”

“I don’t know.” I said truthfully, but before I could speak again Nutjob cut me off.

“I knew you were a slut. Maybe you and me can get busy later on.”

“Fuck you, Nutjob. I’m no slut. And if you must know, I found this foal in one of the rooms. I’m taking her to Bones to ask if I may raise her.”

“You know what he’s gonna do, right?” He said. “He’ll take it, kill it, and then kill you for suggesting such a thing. That child comes from the ponies that imprisoned us. Now you could give it to me and I’ll dispose of it, sparing your life. Or you can bring it to Bones and you’ll both be killed.”

“I’m not giving her to you, you creep.” I shouted. “Now get out of my way before I kick your damn teeth out!”

“Have it your way.” Nutjob stepped aside, letting me pass.

I could see Bones just up ahead. He was talking to another pony. Probably giving orders or something.

As I drew closer to him he looked over at me. Probably because he noticed the crying filly on my back.

“What is this, sister?” Bones asked. “Is this child yours?”

“No, I found her in one of the medical rooms. I killed the mother, but I brought the child to you to ask if I may raise her.” I said.

Bones turned his attention to the crying foal. “What makes you think you should raise this filly? And let’s not forget she is a descendant of those that have imprisoned us.”

“I could teach her our ways. She is only a newborn and hasn’t been tainted by our enemies.”

There was a short pause between us. I watched as his eyes went from me to the filly and then back to me.

“Alright, my sister, you can keep her. But she is your responsibility. I don’t promise her protection.”

“Of course.” I said.

“Keep an eye on the others. They’ve eaten nothing but oatmeal for years.” Bone’s informed me.

I nodded.

“Now go and...”

“Bones! Bones!” yelled a stallion as he and one other pony approached our leader. The other pony was pushing and shoving another pony who was blindfolded and gagged with old dirty rags. His horn had also been broken off. Blood flowed from the stump and ran down his forehead and absorbed into the rag. “We found this bastard sending a letter. He says it was to Celestia.”

“Good thinking keeping him alive.” Bones said. “We can use him as a hostage. Celestia won’t do anything to jeopardize the life of one of her subjects. You two lock him up in one of the prison cells and guard him with your life. He might be our only chance of escaping.”

“Yes, brother.” the two ponies said and they proceeded to lead the hostage down one of the halls.

“Alright, sister. Change of plans. Go and bring back any remaining survivors. The more hostages the better.”

I nodded and walked away. Ponies in the halls were still giving me strange looks. I knew why. It was kind of obvious.

The filly had stopped crying. Probably fell asleep.

How am I gonna feed her. How am I gonna keep her safe. Maybe I bit off more than I can chew.

I let out a sigh of anxiety.

What time is it? Doesn’t feel too late. Probably around twelve or one. Two at the latest.

My eyes felt heavy and I let out a long, loud yawn. I giggled. When this is all over I’m gonna take the longest nap I’ve ever had.

I took a left and instantly somepony pushed my up against the wall. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” I said. I could feel some other pony lift the filly off my back. Her cry echoed through the hall.

“Hold the bitch!” said a voice. I got a good look at the pony who was pinning me against the wall. It was Brain Dead, which could the wall. It was Brain Dead, which could only mean that the one who took the filly was Nutjob.

I struggled with all my strength, but it was no use. “Get the hell off of me!” I yelled.

“Give her some room, Brain Dead. I want that slut to see every second of this.” Nutjob said.

Brain Dead moved over, but kept me pinned against the wall. I could now see Nutjob standing there, looking at me with a large psychotic smile on his face.

“Give me back that child! Bones gave me permission to raise that child.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Bones said. I say that thing deserves to have its head bashed against the wall until its brain are all over the damn wall.”

The filly’s cry grew louder. Nutjob laughed hysterically.

“You leave her alone!” I could feel tears building up in my eyes and run down my face. This was the first time I cried in years.

Nutjob lifted the filly with his mouth. I wanted to close my eyes, but for some reason I couldn’t.

He tossed the crying fowl into the air. When she came down her head hit the floor, causing a loud thump.

I screamed. The filly’s crying had silenced. She just laid there motionless. Blood surrounded her corpse.

“You know, Brain Dead, I’m feeling hungry.” Nutjob said. He placed one hoof on the dead foal’s stomach and used his other hoof to lift her head. He then sunk his teeth into her neck and tore out a huge chunk of flesh.

Blood flooded the floor. Tears fell from my eyes like raindrops.

“You bastard!” I yelled.

Nutjob laughed harder. His mouth was covered in the blood of the child. It reminded me of when I killed the child’s mother. I recall doing almost the exact same thing.

How her flesh tasted in my mouth. How it felt when it went down my throat. Back then it was satisfying. Now I feel guilty. There’s another emotion I haven’t felt in a long time.

Nutjob tore open her belly and proceeded to eat her internal organs. For thirty minutes I watched this sick fuck eat the innards of an innocent child.

He ripped open the filly’s chest and then his grin widened. He dug his muzzle into her chest and pulled out a small, red, rounded object which was her heart.

Nutjob walked over to me and then put the heart in his hoof. “Eat it.” he said.

“Fuck you.” I yelled. I spit at his face but he only laughed.

“You’re gonna eat this or I’ll kill you and let Brain Dead here do whatever he wants to your body.”

More tears fell from my eyes. I felt afraid. More than I ever had before.

“Eat it!”

I closed my eyes and slowly opened my mouth. What felt like forever nothing happened, but just before I could close my mouth I felt the warm, wet, metallic tasting heart enter my mouth.

My stomach turned. Almost threw up.

“Chew it!” he demanded. I did as I was told. On the first bite blood squirted in my mouth. “Feel it. Taste it.”

It tasted very metallic and felt very slimey. It was horrible.

“Swallow it.”

I tried to force it down my throat, but my stomach had other plans. Vomit spewed from my mouth and soaked Nutjob.

“You Bitch.” Nutjob cursed. He turned around and kicked. I ducked, dodging his back hooves and breaking free of Brain Dead.

I got up, turned around, and saw Brain Dead on the ground. His nose was bleeding.

I didn’t stay long, I instantly galloped down the hall.

“Get back here, you bitch.” I heard Nutjob yell. I didn’t stop, I didn’t look back, I just galloped all the way back to the lobby until I saw Bones. I stopped right in front of him.

He looked at me with his light green eyes. I saw no emotions in his eyes. No happiness, no sadness, no anger, nothing.

I felt like my throat was on fire. I tried to speak, somepony else did before I could.

“Bones, they’re here.”

“How many are there?” Bones asked.

“About fifty unicorns in the front and I saw a few pegasi flying around the perimeter. I broke a window and told them about the hostages and that we’ll kill them if they try anything.”

“Good, good.”

“They want us to show them the hostages. They said we have fifteen minutes before they call it a bluff and come in.”

“How many hostages do we have?”

“Only the one, Bones.”

“Damn.” Bones cursed.

“What should we do?” There was a short pause between the two. Finally Bones spoke up.

“I want you to gather nine of our stallions and mares, dress them up in the worker’s uniforms, and blindfold and gag them.” Bones looked over at me. “You, sister.”

I felt confused for a moment. My brain wasn’t really working right. Has it ever really worked properly? Maybe I was insane. Maybe I should be locked up forever. All the times I’ve laughed at other’s suffering. All the lives I have taken.

“You will be our first volunteer.”

I couldn’t see anything. Nor could I speak. They had dressed me up in a nurses uniform. I was blindfolded and gagged by some dirty old rags somepony got from the kitchen.

The rag was dry and tasted like dish soap. They smelled of soap as well. Never really cared for the taste of soap, nor the smell. Too bitter for me.

I giggled. I couldn’t help it, it’s been an hour and a half since the last time I laughed. It had been building up inside of me the whole time.

The giggle wasn’t satisfying enough, but it would have to do for now. Right now I had to be serious.

“Ok everypony, please pay attention. You have been selected to play the biggest roll of our plan tonight.” I heard Bones say. “You all are our key for freedom and your task is mildly simple. Act normal. No spastic movements or sudden bursts of laughter.”

I gulped. It felt like he was talking specifically to me.

“We will make a trade with the guards, the nine of you for a transfer to another prison. We’ll send you all out, where they’ll take off the gags and blindfolds. When they try and enter the building we’ll attack. You all will attack from behind, but don’t attack until we do. Got it?”

“Yes, brother.” everypony said together. I just nodded.

“Alright, let’s begin.” Bones said and at that moment I felt myself being pushed violently forward.

Something sharp pressed against my throat, but it didn’t cut me. I heard a door open and I was pushed into a cooler environment.

“Alright, try anything and the bitch has her blood spilled onto the fuckin’ ground.” Bones shouted. He sounded very intimidating and for a second I thought he was serious.

“Ok, just calm down. Nopony needs to get hurt.” an amplified voice said. It was probably the negotiator.

“I got eight more inside ready to be killed if you try anything funny.”

“Nopony needs to die. Just tell us what you want.”

“We want freedom. We don’t want to be left in the dark anymore.”

“Now, we can’t let a bunch of criminals roaming free in Equestria.”

“I’ll do it, I’ll cut her fuckin’ throat.”

“Just calm down. I’m sure we can work something out.”

There was a moment of silence. The knife pressed harder against my throat. I could feel the sharp blade dig into my skin.

“Bones, you’re hurting me.” I said. The pressure lightened.

My heart was racing, I was breathing heavily. I was frightened.

“Alright, we think we might have a reasonable compromise.” the negotiator said. “What if we transfer you and your friends to a new location. In return you give s the hostages unharmed.”

“You think I’m stupid. We don’t want to go back to a life in the dark.” Bones shouted.

“We guarantee you’ll get at least two hours a day in a secured outdoor environment, better sanitation, and better meals.”

“How do I know you’re not just full of shit?”

“You’re just gonna have to trust me.”

There was another pause and this time Bones was the one to speak up first. “Deal.” He pushed me forward and I started to walk. I walked till I was stopped by something.

My blindfold was taken off. The first thing I saw was a red pony with purple eyes. He removed the gag from my mouth.

“Are you alright?” the red pony asked.

I didn’t say anything, I just nodded. I turned around and saw the building for the first time in eight years. A line of eight other ponies walked out of the building and towards the large crowd of royal guards.

The guards removed their blindfolds and gags.

I got a good look at the other eight ponies. Seven of them I didn’t know their names, but I have seen them around tonights. The only one I knew was Nutjob. For a moment I wanted to warn the guards, but I wasn’t going to be a traitor to the ponies that have treated me like family.

“Alright men, move in.” said somepony in the crowd. A squad of seven unicorns approached the building. Four of them stood by the door and the other three stood against the wall.

I watched them open the door cautiously and then all seven of them entered the dark prison.

There was a suspenseful silence. It was soon broken by loud screaming from inside the building.

“Squads three, four, and five move in!” somepony shouted. Nearly half the crowd of guards galloped towards the building, but by the time they were halfway, hundreds of ponies charged out of the asylum and went right for the squads.

Everything happened so fast that it was unbelievable. Large flashes of light lit up the dark field. Both the guards and the prisoners were dropping like flies. I looked over at the others and saw that they already were killing those that weren’t on the battlefield.

I saw Nutjob tear the bottom jaw off one of the guards. I watched that guard cry in pain and fear and my heart started to ache.

I have had enough of this shit. I’m sick of hurting others, I’m tired of laughing at other ponies’ pain and suffering.

I want to see the sun rise over the horizon. I want ponies to love me for me instead of being afraid. I’m leaving.

I turned around and began to gallop towards the gate. I felt the wind blowing through my mane. It felt great. It felt peaceful.

I was tackled onto the dirt path. I turned around onto my back and saw Nutjob.

“Where do you think you’re going, trator?” he said. He stomped his hooves onto my face.

The pain was terrible. I felt the warm blood run from my nose and drip into my mouth.

I pushed him off, rolled over, got up, and attempted to gallop away. He grabbed my back hoof and I fell onto the ground once again.

“You’re dead, bitch.” Nutjob yelled.

“FUCK YOU!” I screamed and then kicked him with my free hoof. I kicked him as hard as I could and I could hear something crack. He let go of my other hoof and I ran away, leaving that forsaken place forever.

I trotted through the town. Ponyville I think it was called. It was still dark, but I had no idea what the time was. Hell, I don’t even know what day it is.

I remember living here along time ago. So much has changed. Yet, a lot was the same. The buildings were different, the landscape had definitely changed, but it had that same peaceful feeling.

I ended up walking out of the town and came to the top of a hill. That’s when I saw it. A glow on the horizon, just above the trees.

My heart ached. Tears ran down my cheeks. The corners of my mouth turned up.

It was so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful I nearly broke down and cried.

The sun shined down onto a large farm at the bottom of the hill. An orchard of apple trees stretched on for miles.

The large star warmed my body which had been ice cold for so many years. I was free.

“Hello.” said a high pitch voice from behind me. I turned around and saw a pink earth pony with a poofy pink mane. She gasped loudly at the sight of me. “You’re new here, ohmygosh. That means a new friend to play with. You wanna be friends? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

She had the largest smile I have ever seen. It warmed my heart. It was a friendly smile.

“Yes.” I said. “I would love to be your friend.”

“Woohoo!” she jumped up and down with joy. When she stopped jumping she spoke again. “My name’s Pinkie Pie. What’s yours?”

“Screwloose.”

“That’s a funny name.” She laughed and I laughed too.