The shadows seemed deeper than usual amid the dense stands of timber as Pinkie Pie trotted through the Everfree Forest under the light of the waxing crescent moon. All around her twisted vines and branches clawed at the night like gnarled fingers desperate to drag some unfortunate soul into the darkness.
A shiver raced down Pinkie's spine that had nothing to do with the chill in the air. In the past week, dreams unlike any she’d ever known had invaded her sleep. Nightmares of unspeakable acts that left her waking drenched in sweat, heart pounding in terror and revulsion. At first she’d dismissed them as mere bad dreams, but now...
Now there was no denying something was very wrong. Ever since the dreams began, she’d started experiencing urges. Urges towards violence that went against her very nature as an earth pony. Pinkie had never hurt a fly in her life, yet lately she found herself daydreaming about harming others in brutal, bloody ways. Just the thought of it made nausea roil in her stomach.
She had to get to the bottom of this, had to find some explanation for what was happening to her before she did something she could never take back. And so here she was, venturing into the ominous woods under the feeble lunar glow, hoping against hope for answers.
Before long the trees grew so dense it felt as if the canopy were trying to shut out the sky entirely. Pinkie paused to catch her breath, but the deeper silence of the forest only amplified her rasping lungs. She turned slowly, straining her eyes into the pitch. Something had changed, but she couldn’t put her hoof on what.
Her heart jumped as a chorus of startled hoots and cries arose in the distance, echoing weirdly through the trees. Something had disturbed the nocturnal wildlife, and from the sound of it, whatever it was was moving in her direction fast. Too fast to be natural.
Pinkie broke into a gallop, branches clawing at her coat as she fled blindly through the gloom. Her ragged breathing drowned out all other noise save the relentless pursuit behind her. She risked a glance over her shoulder and glimpsed a pale, towering shape closing the distance with unnatural speed.
Pinkie cried out and pumped her legs faster, swerving wildly to avoid collisions with dense thickets in her panic. Her pursuer matched her evasions effortlessly, as if it could see perfectly in the blackness. She darted left and right but still it gained, an implacable phantom determined to run her down.
Her lungs were on fire, legs shaking with exhaustion. There would be no outrunning this thing, whatever it was. With a final burst of effort Pinkie broke from the trees onto a small clearing and skidded to a halt, whirling to face her fate.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as the creature emerged at the forest’s edge, halting just within the perimeter of moonlight. Pinkie froze, transfixed by a fear unlike anything she’d known as the imposing form solidified before her eyes.
It was a human, impossibly tall and covered head to toe in shadowed wrappings that made it seem more ghoul than man. Only its lifeless pale face was exposed, eyes dead and expressionless as it gazed straight at her from across the glade.
Pinkie backed away slowly, every instinct screaming at her to flee but her legs refusing to obey. The human didn’t move, merely watching her retreat with an intensity that raised the fine hairs along her neck and shoulders.
Suddenly its piercing gaze broke from hers, glancing off into the darkness behind her. Pinkie whipped around and spotted a glimmer of movement at the edge of the trees, some small nocturnal creature poking its nose out to investigate the still figures.
In the blink of an eye the human was in motion, seeming to glide effortlessly across the ground towards its new target. Pinkie gasped as it grabbed the terrified animal in one massive hand, lifting it to stare unflinchingly into its struggling form.
Then, with clinical precision, it wrenched the creature’s neck around in a smooth twisting motion until she heard the unmistakable wet pop of bones snapping. Pinkie’s stomach churned at the casual display of brutality as the limp carcass was tossed aside like so much trash.
Before she could process what she’d just witnessed, the human was turning back towards her with agonizing slowness. Pinkie broke from her trance and spun to run, but her hooves tangled in a tangle of creepers and sent her sprawling forward onto the forest floor with a squeal.
Her heartbeat pounded like a war drum as heavy footfalls closed in from behind. She rolled onto her back, scrambling backwards on her hooves as the towering figure loomed over her prone form. Up close its expressionless features seemed carved from wax, peering down at her struggles with the utter indifference of a relentless force of nature.
Pinkie opened her mouth to scream but no sound emerged, horror stealing her voice as she stared death in its dead eyes. The human raised a booted foot, poised to bring it crashing down and end her life as casually as it had the animal’s mere moments ago.
And then, inexplicably, it stopped. Its foot hovered there suspended as if unsure itself of why it had halted the killing blow. Pinkie sucked in great gasping breaths, every muscle tensed to spring away at the first sign of movement. But the human only stood, considering her trembling form for several long seconds.
Finally it lowered its foot back to the grass, turning away to disappear noiselessly into the forest depths. Pinkie lay curled in a ball, shuddering uncontrollably as the adrenaline began to ebb, leaving her numb and exhausted. Her tormented mind reeled from the seemingly endless questions spawned by the night’s impossible events.
Who or what was that...thing, and why had it hunted her only to mysteriously spare her life? What dark powers were influencing her own disturbed psyche? And more pressingly, what other horrors might still lurk in the shadows of this accursed forest?
Pinkie didn’t know, but she knew one thing for certain - this place now held secrets that threatened not just her own safety, but the peace and security of all Ponyville. Whatever evil had awakened here in the Everfree, it was just getting started. Come sunrise, she had some explaining to do.
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Pinkie Pie felt as if she hadn't slept at all by the time the sun finally rose over Ponyville the next morning. Her body was utterly spent yet her traitorous mind refused to cease its racing, replaying each grim detail of the previous night's horrors on an endless loop.
Her friends were beyond worried when she finally dragged herself home just before dawn, coat dirtied and mane unravelled in utter disarray. It had taken all her remaining willpower to force down a weak smile and assure them it was just stress getting to her lately, that she'd be right as rain after a good long rest.
Of course that was a lie - she knew deep down nothing would ever be right again, not after what she'd seen lurking in the shadows of the Everfree Forest. But she couldn't burden her friends with the terrifying truth, not without proof. Not until she understood fully what dark forces were at work.
So it was with grim determination that Pinkie set out again as the sun rose, headed for the edge of town where she'd last seen...it. Him. The thing. She shuddered to think what name - if any - such a creature went by. Whatever or whoever it was, she needed answers, and the forest was the only lead she had.
As Pinkie neared the treeline, a nagging sense of unease caused her to pause. Her friends' worried looks floated unbidden into her mind. What if by delving further into this madness she only put them in danger? No, she couldn't risk their safety on a hunch. They deserved an explanation, as unbelievable as it seemed. And so with great reluctance Pinkie turned from the Everfree and made for the town square, steeling herself for the difficult conversation to come.
Pinkie found her friends gathered as expected in the center of Ponyville, and it didn't take long to realize whispers of strange rumors were already circulating among the villagers regarding the night's bizarre events. Freak lights had been spotted deep in the forest, followed by unsettling sounds carrying for miles on the wind. And now one mare claimed to have witnessed a grisly discovery...
Pinkie shuddered, knowing the grim truth behind those rumors all too well. Taking a steadying breath, she launched into her story with as much composure as she could muster, recounting her harrowing experiences in the woods and the mysterious, murderous intruder she'd encountered. Her friends listened raptly yet with obvious skepticism, exchanging worried glances at each new unbelievable detail.
By the time she finished, a somber silence had fallen over the group. "Pinkie darling, are you quite sure you weren't just overly tired?" Rarity offered gently, trying and failing to mask her concern. "I know how stressed you've seemed lately, perhaps it was all a dream?"
But Pinkie was adamant. "I saw what I saw, it was no dream! He...it...killed that poor animal as easily as breathing. And it was going to do the same to me until..." She trailed off, unable to make sense of that inexplicable last moment herself.
"Have you been sleeping alright, Sugarcube?" Applejack probed. "These past few nights seem to've taken a real toll."
Pinkie sighed. "I haven't been sleeping great, no. But it's not just tiredness, I know what I saw! Please, you have to believe me." She stared pleadingly at her friends, wishing they could understand the terror gripping her very soul.
A chill wind gusted through the square then, causing the assembled ponies to shiver and draw closer. Pinkie glanced around nervously, feeling dangerously exposed out in the open like this. "Look, if you don't believe me that's fine. But something dangerous is out there, and I think we all should be extra careful until we know what-"
Her words were cut off abruptly by a horrifying sight in the distance above the treeline. A thick column of oily black smoke was rising rapidly into the clear morning sky from deep within the Everfree, carried swiftly on the wind.
For a long moment everypony froze, transfixed by the ominous plume. Then as one they broke into a sprint, racing as fast as their hooves could carry them to the forest's edge. What they found there stole the breath from Pinkie's lungs, confirming her worst fears.
A small clearing near the forest road was engulfed in raging flames, thick billows of acrid smoke boiling into the sky. At its center amid the crackling inferno lay the motionless form of an unfortunate pony, consumed but barely recognizable. Pinkie staggered back with a hoarse cry, gagging on the sickening stench of burning flesh.
Her friends stared on in silent horror, grasping the grim reality of Pinkie's tale all too clearly now. This was no accident - something, or someONE, had deliberately set that pyre. Something with a taste for blood and fire.
The screams began then from within the forest depths, distant yet drawing nearer by the second. Pinkie and the others whirled with a start, glimpsing shadowy movement flickering between the trees. More tormented cries arose, frenzied and agonized, as unseen figures bolted wildly through the undergrowth in a panic.
A crashing through dense thickets heralded the arrival of the first frightened ponies fleeing the spreading inferno, eyes wild and flanks lathered with sweat. "Help!" one mare shrieked hysterically. "It's killing us, Celestia help us all it's killing everypony!"
She collapsed in convulsions before any could reach her side, frothing madly at the mouth as crimson foam flecked her lips. The others looked on in horror, realization sinking in that this was no ordinary fire. Pinkie felt her blood turn to ice, knowing deep in her gut who, or what, was to blame for this carnage.
And then through the billowing smoke strode a lone figure, seeming to materialize from the void itself. Pinkie's nightmares given flesh and bone, stepping calmly from the conflagration with a singular purpose.
The human regarded the ponies silently from beneath its shroud, the dancing flames casting sinister shadows across its pale expressionless visage. In one massive hand it clutched a long bladed implement stained dark to the hilt, every serrated edge outlined starkly against the flames.
Pinkie's friends looked ready to bolt yet found themselves paralyzed, helpless prey before the abomination's cold inhuman gaze. It tilted its head as if sizing them up, seeming to sniff the air for the scent of fear-laced sweat. Then with dreadful slowness it hefted the blade, taking a lumbering step towards the trembling cluster of ponies.
That single motion broke the spell, and as one the group scattered shrieking into the woods. Pinkie alone stood frozen, transfixed by the dark glitter in the human's dead eyes. It tilted its head consideration, remembering her from their last encounter, and took another purposeful stride in her direction.
Pinkie scrambled backwards on shaking legs, mind racing in a panic. She had to lead this thing away from her friends, had to buy them time to escape its unnatural abilities. With a burst of effort she sprang up and bolted headlong into the trees, praying her speed and familiarity with the terrain could outmaneuver the soulless hunter on her trail.
Her pursuer gave chase at once with shocking swiftness, closing the distance between them in mere strides. Pinkie weaved frantically through thickets and over fallen trunks, senses straining for any sign it was gaining. But though the crashing undergrowth behind her grew ever nearer, she dared not look back, focusing solely on putting as much distance as possible between this beast and her vulnerable friends.
Pinkie's lungs burned with the effort, legs aching, but still she pushed on. Deep in her heart she knew she couldn't outrun this thing forever, that sooner or later its merciless hands would find her flesh. But as long as her friends had a chance to flee this doomed forest, it would be worth it. She steeled her resolve and poured on more speed, hoping against hope she could buy them precious minutes or more.
Yet all the while as she fled, an insidious thought took seed in Pinkie's weary mind. A dangerous suspicion that perhaps this vile creature was not the only force of evil stirring in these dark woods. For with each forced footfall came flashes of vivid scenes, unbidden urges clawing their way to the surface of her fracturing psyche.
Visions of entrails strewn amongst the fallen leaves...of maniacal laughter rising to mingle with the screams of panicked prey...of the dizzying, intoxicating rush of slaughter without end or reason. Pinkie whimpered and shook her head fiercely, squeezing shut her eyes against the horror. Some shadow was whispering in her mind, twisting her thoughts towards depravity against her will.
Her exhaustion and inner turmoil proved her undoing. As Pinkie burst from cover into a small clearing, her hooves caught on an exposed root, sending her tumbling head over heels across the open grass. Winded and dazed, she struggled up onto her knees just as a massive shape emerged from the treeline.
Pinkie froze, staring up in terror at the pale wraith looming over her prone form. Its terrible blade was raised high, ready to deliver the killing stroke and end her struggles once and for all. Pinkie screwed her eyes shut and hugged herself tightly, waiting for the steely embrace of oblivion.
But the final blow never fell. Eyes flickering open, Pinkie saw the human peering down at her in that same calculating manner as before. Considering. Weighing some inscrutable purpose or directive only it could perceive. Slowly, almost reluctantly, it lowered the blade, turning away to vanish back into the consuming shadows as suddenly as it appeared.
Pinkie remained curled in the grass long after, quivering from adrenaline and shock. What dark forces guided this creature's mysterious behaviors? Why spare her again when it clearly took such pleasure in the slaughter of others? And more disturbingly...why did some sinister intelligence seem intent on twisting even her own thoughts towards the primal, the depraved?
She prayed her friends had managed to flee to safety by now. Far from answering her troubling questions, this latest ordeal had only deepened the mysteries engulfing her with each passing day. Pinkie slowly got to her hooves on shaking legs, knowing one thing for certain - she had to put an end to the evil haunting these woods, before it was too late for them all.
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The next few days passed in an exhausted blur for Pinkie Pie as she grappled with the aftermath of the massacre in the Everfree Forest. Thankfully all of her closest friends had managed to escape the horror unharmed, though the damage done could not be so easily fled.
Word spread fast through Ponyville of the gruesome deaths, stoking panic and hysteria among the villagers. Wild rumors told of dark omens in the heavens and fell beasts stalking the woods, summoning ancient evils from the depths of oblivion itself.
Pinkie knew the reality was somehow both more terrifying and mundane - a lone soulless killer driven by motives beyond mortal comprehension, as lethal as it was inscrutable. The human had vanished back into the forest depths after its latest rampage, but Pinkie harbored no illusions it was truly gone. It was merely waiting, watching, always haunting the fringes of perception.
In the meantime she and her friends did their best to reassure the townsfolk, though little could be done to quell the growing sense of unease. The princess' Royal Guard were called in from Canterlot to investigate, and Pinkie recounted her experiences once more to their hardened Captain.
Yet even the Guard seemed unsettled by what they found at the massacre site - the grotesque mutilations defied any natural cause, and not a drop of blood remained at the scene despite quantities surely spilled. Their searches of the forest turned up no trace of the assailant, and the captain was forced to conclude it had somehow slipped even their grasp.
As the days dragged on, Pinkie found herself growing ever more fatigued and on edge. She could barely force down food, racked by stomach cramps and dizzy spells. Her nights were plagued by fever dreams of blood and shadow that left her waking in cold sweats, sheets clawed to shreds around her hooves.
Her friends grew understandably concerned by her worsening state, yet nothing they did seemed to ease her torment. Even their company now brought Pinkie little comfort, her thoughts darkening by the hour under some inexorable influence. She took to isolating herself when possible, terrified of what emotions or urges might slip uncontrolled in a moment of weakness.
Yet in the quiet of solitude, shadows seemed to slip from the corners of perception, whispering poisonous notions into her fraying psyche. Dark fancies of violence and depravity intruded no matter how fiercely she fought them, clawing at the edges of rational thought with each waking moment.
Pinkie found herself growing paranoid, starting at every rustle of leaves or flicker of motion in her periphery. She no longer felt safe even in the heart of Ponyville, believing unseen eyes watched her every move, predatory intent gleaming just beyond the veil. Her friends likely thought her going mad by this point, and Pinkie feared they may be right.
Somehow she knew these visions and torments were no mere psychological breaks, but the malignant hand of some shadowy force at work. Of that she had no doubts - an intelligence far darker than any mortal was twisting her mind in its grasp like putty, warping her thoughts towards madness and slaughter for its own nefarious ends.
Pinkie had to find the source of this corruption before it consumed her completely. Yet her friends refused to heed further warnings, insisting she simply needed rest. On the coming night of the Blood Moon, she slipped from town under cover of dusk, determined to unravel the mysteries haunting both forest and mind alone if need be.
The moon had already risen bloated and red as ripe fruit by the time Pinkie entered the forest that fateful evening, casting an ominous scarlet glow through the canopy. Not a breath of wind stirred the heavy air, leaving the woods wrapped in an unnatural stillness more deafening than any storm.
Pinkie pressed onward with a sinking heart, feeling shadowy presences lurking just out of sight with each step. Her exhaustion and frayed nerves mounted with every rhythmic footfall, beginning to see movement where there was none. By the time she reached the clearing where this nightmare first began, Pinkie found her mind slipping towards panic.
A faint rustling from the treeline caused her to whirl with a gasp, eyes straining into the pitch. At first she saw only dense shadow, but then twin orbs glinted balefully from the blackness, locked onto her trembling form with predatory focus. Pinkie stiffened as the pale shape detached itself to glide soundlessly into the blood-lit clearing.
The human regarded her silently for a long moment, every inch the incarnation of death. Pinkie expected it to lunge and tried to brace herself, but it merely tilted its head almost quizzically. Then from deep in the woods behind it arose a chorus of tortured wails, melding into a demented howling that raised the coarse hairs along Pinkie's body.
Her heart seized as shadowy forms began emerging one by one to join the first, loping into the glade on all fours. These were no mere animals but twisted mockeries of ponies gone feral, eyes glazed and fangs bared in perpetual snarls as foam flecked their blackened lips.
They ringed Pinkie slowly, cutting off any hope of escape, and several lunged nipping and clawing at her flanks when she tried darting past. She danced desperately between snapping jaws, shrilling and praying for deliverance from this nightmare.
And through it all the human watched impassively, letting the debased beasts toy with their living prey without interruption. Pinkie knew deep down this was no mere incidental encounter - she had been led here, captured for some sinister ritual or sacrifice by the uncaring abomination's design.
A mare broke from the pack and bowled Pinkie over hard, jaws stretching wide to lock around her throat in a scarlet blur. Pinkie braced for the tearing fangs, but her assailant suddenly stiffened, toppling away limply to reveal the glinting serrated blade lodged in its neck.
The human approached calmly and jerked free its weapon to turn upon the rest of the crazed pack. One by one they fell shrieking beneath its precise strikes, collapsing in twisted heaps till only it remained standing amidst the carnage.
Pinkie huddled shaking away from the writhing corpses, but found herself cornered against the human's towering form. She dared not look up, imagining she'd find only cold hungerless eyes awaiting the killing blow. But long moments passed without contact, the thing merely gazing down at her cowering pink mound.
Finally it stooped, extending a massive hand towards Pinkie's upturned face. She cringed away with a whimper, bracing for death's gentle caress, yet found herself grasped not in violence but tenderness. The being lifted her easily up to peer into her eyes, searching for something in their depths that Pinkie herself could not fathom.
Then without warning it turned and glided noiselessly back towards the treeline, seeming to expect her to follow on trembling legs. Pinkie obeyed almost against her will, drawn inexorably in the creature's wake as it led deeper into the crimson-lit woods and whatever dark fate awaited within.
Pinkie's hooves moved of their own accord, blindly trailing the inhuman figure until they reached a small moonlit clearing. There amid wildflowers and crumbling ruins stood a solitary obsidian obelisk before which the human paused, indicating with a nod she was to approach.
Pinkie obeyed on legs like jelly, coming to stand before the foreboding pillar whose polished surface gleamed blood-red in the moon's glow. Her breath caught at sigils and runes too alien for mind to grasp, etching dancing just beneath the slick black glass. She could almost hear them whispering unfathomable words that plucked at her sanity's frays.
And then the current pulled taut. Pinkie gasped and buckled as searing agony tore through her skull, vision ripped away in kaleidoscopic fractals of color and madness. A voiceless howl echoed from unfathomable depths, answered by demonic chorus as reality warped and curled in on itself like burning parchment.
When Pinkie's senses abruptly returned, she found herself collapsed before the obelisk, panting and slick with sweat. Yet her torment had only just begun. For as awareness seeped back in, all restraint and reason fled on daemonic wings, leaving only the beast within to gorge upon madness and slaughter without end or pause.
Pinkie rose unsteadily to her hooves, but no longer was she in control of flesh or thought. Some darker entity had slipped past all barriers to seize control, twisting her very nature to suit its depraved designs. And deep in the darkest pit of her stolen psyche, Pinkie Pie could only watch and scream in silence as her crimson-stained hooves carried out nightmares beyond mortal ken under the baleful light of the Blood Moon
