Go To Sleep

by Timey-Wimey

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Gilda, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 2161

(Second story in my Pinkamena Diane Pie series.)

The darkness of an abandoned building as the night claims any signs of light under the creaky roof. The cold of the night air penetrates the warmth and sucks it out, leaving a cold black void. The creak of the floorboards echoing around the empty space, every step could lead you to death. The dancing shadows as they take the forms of nightmares and the stillness of the air, the breathing down your neck and the steps you hear when all is supposed to be quiet. The smell of death and the images of bones in your mind's eye, the brush against your leg and the heavy breathing in the corner.

It's been three weeks since the murders of Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy and Spike. Pinkie Pie has gone missing and hasn't been seen since that day and has been declared dead. The library is closed down and in a few days it will be torn down so that the town won't have to face the darkness that lies within.

Gilda decides to pay a visit to the library, just to see what it's like now, but something is hiding in the darkness...

A/N: This story is creepy, horrifying and graphic. You have been warned.

Published 2012-10-28 20:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-28 20:00:01 UTC

Go To Sleep

All of Ponyville was locked in their houses, not daring to venture outside of the shaving of safety they had indoors. They knew that a mysterious killer lurked among them, the killer that had brutally murdered the Elements of Harmony. The once peaceful and happy town was silent and full of suspicion. It was almost like the entire town was dead.

~~~

The Griffin halted just outside of the tall tree that showed Golden Oaks Library.

It was wilting, the leaves falling and littering the ground, the flowerbed drooping with grey flowers. The windows were shattered and red was dried and crusted on the edges.

The Griffin's talons hit the shredded welcome mat and she stood in front of the door. The wind blew around her as she hesitated in the silence. Rain drops started pattering her head and the cold wind ruffled her feathers.

Squeeeak

The door opened on its own, slowly revealing the eerie grey and black state of decay. Books were scattered all over the floor, splotches and splashes of blood were everywhere, staining everything. Papers were rotting and flaking on every surface and as the wind gusted in, some of them crumbled and scattered.

The Griffin's golden eyes widened in horror, but the driving rain was starting to soak her so she stepped in. She shook out her white feathers ad water splashed everywhere, letting some of the blood run free for a few moments. Her paws and talons splashed in it and she hissed in disgust, shaking the watery droplets off.

SLAM!

The Griffin screamed in pain. She jumped forwards and ripped her tail free, feeling something warm and thick splatter all over her back when she lashed her tail. She looked back and saw that the dark tuft had been torn clean off, leaving the end spilling drops of blood everywhere. She grimaced, it hurt really bad.

"Welcome Gilda."

The voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It grated at the ears and sent a shiver down the spine, it was something you'd hear in your nightmares or in a horror movie.

"To your nightmare."

Something whisked passed Gilda's hind leg and she screamed, leaping into the air with a grand sweep of her wings. Something shimmered and waved in the pale light and she recognized the form of snakes. They weaved and flowed like a great river, leaving only some of the floor visible. Gilda squealed and landed on top of a bookcase, looking down with her talons curled into the wood.

Scritch scratch

Something grated on the floor.

Creeeak

Gilda felt the wind increase on her face and realized the bookcase was tipping over. She cried out and flapped her wings, taking off. She got pulled back with a yelp, her leg banging against the top of the shelf and she saw that her claws were caught. She had dug her claws in too far and now she was stuck. She pulled on her front leg as hard as she could, flapping her wings to try and slow the descent but the bookcase was too heavy.

The floor met her and her talon was trapped under the bookcase. She screamed and pulled as hard as she could, ripping her claws out and managing to get her talon out from under the bookcase. She saw the swelling in the joint and ran her other talon along it with a wince. She moved the joint up and down and grimaced. She'd bruised it, but it wasn't bad enough that she couldn't put weight on it.

The snakes started hissing and moving forwards towards the injured Griffin, attracted to the blood spilling from her injuries. They slithered around her, tongues flickering in her feathers as they crawled over her.

Gilda remained as still as possible, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Any movement would make the snakes lunge, fangs bared. She felt them slithering over her back and wings. One of them coiled around her ankle and tightened, sending stings of pain through her paw and leg. Minutes passed by and she started perspire, gritting her teeth it keep from screaming. Tears started forming in the corners of her eyes.

Something started brushing her head feathers. Careful not to disturb the snakes on her form, she craned her neck clowly and saw a pony with a face so frightening she nearly screamed.

The pony had a flat mane, spiked in some places with dry blood. Her hooves were dripping with the scarlet fluid, splattering whenever she took a step. Dry entrails circled her neck like a scarf and bone slivers were stuck to her hide with the blood. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, the ice blue irises smaller than a normal pony's. Her mouth was twisted into a wide smile, blood stained teeth glinting like cold flint.

The pony brought her face down and her coppery breath hit Gilda's beak. Her mouth opened and blood trickled out, leaking onto the wooden floor and snakes quivered under Gilda's chin. Her voice rang softly against Gilda's ears and it sent a shiver down her entire form. Angry hisses came from behind her as the awful pony hummed.

"Nightmare Night, what a fright... You're something sweet to bite."

Gilda lost her composure. She jumped up, knocking all the snakes off her and she screamed. She flapped her wings and sat trembling on the rail. Something brushed against her leg and she remembered the snake on her leg. She turned to swipe it off, but pain blasted through her heel and she fell, knocking the snake off and flapped up, barely saving herself from death by snakes. She clung to a tall bookshelf and looked at the place where the snake had bitten.

Blood spilled out and a red tendon showed in the puncture wounds, broken. Her achilles tendon was broken, her leg was useless. When she put weight on it, pain seared through her like a forest fire and it flopped uselessly. She screamed and the tears started pouring.

The pony tilted an object, a box full of snakes. "What better way to torture than to use a pony's fears?" Her eyes shut and then the pony was gone in the blackness. Cruel laughter emanated around the room. "I can see you..."

Gilda put her talons over her head and cowered on the bookshelf. "Leave me alone! I just want to go home!" She wailed, shutting her eyes and letting her sobs fill her ears. Her soft feathers became wet and heavy as saltwater soaked them. "Stop, please stop." She begged, her voice nasal from her mucus caked nostrils.

Something started dripping onto Gilda's wings. She gulped and chanced a look up. The sight made her scream as loud as physically possible.

Rainbow Dash's body fell onto her back and the pink pony was there, that horrible expression still on her face. "Bloody rainbows reminded me of death, what better way to express myself than to use my special skills?" Her cackle filled Gilda's ears and the Griffin screamed louder, shoving the corpse off of her and it clattered to the floor under her.

Snakes covered the hollow body, sickening rips and tears were heard and moist inners splattered everywhere. The snakes moved away and the skeletal remains just lay there, brain matter and dry blood sticking to the ivory surface.

Gilda screamed again and again. "STOP! Please just STOP! Just let me go, leave me be, I wanna go home!" She begged, looking back at the figure. "Who the hell are you?" She asked, eyes getting hard with anger. "If I get outta here alive, I won't tell anypony. TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!" The last sentence ended in an eagle's screech.

"Oh Gilda we've met. You tried to destroy my friendships, you bullied Rainbow Dash and made Fluttershy cry. You hurt my feelings and made Twilight think badly of me. You insulted me, my parties and everything that made me Pinkie Pie. Well look at me now Gilda! I'm not that sweet and innocent mare anymore, I'm an animal, Gilda. I kill ponies who hurt me, I killed all of them. Spike and the rest, I tortured them and then killed them. Why do you think the corpses were smiling? Who do you think wrote that note? Now I'm going after all those who hurt me and other ponies badly and you're right up that alley." The pony's voice hissed like a snake, laced with venom and spiked with hatred. Her hoof smacked Gilda acorss the beak, held firmly and pulled her close.

"My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, welcome to hell."

Gilda screamed before another hoof hit her across the head, held firmly and a sickening crunch sounded across the library as the pink pony snapped her neck. Her body fell and a pink hoof grabbed it, pulling it up.

"I'm not done with you yet."

~~~

Pinkamena's hoof moved expertly, the gleam of a blade shining through the now parted clouds as the ghostly moonlight hit it.

She had brain matter splattered over her hoof from where she had stepped on the Griffin's skull by mistake. Blood was smeared around her eyes like makeup and around her lips like lipstick. She opened Gilda's dead eyes and jammed her hooves into her beak, cracking the edges and ripping it into an 'O' shape. Blood ran over her hooves and she smeared it on the white feathers. She ripped open her belly and went to work, blood and bone slivers coating her fur. Cracks and tearing noises filled the silent air.

Something hit the door. Pinkamena slid into a shadow behind her, making sure there was no blood trail. She could see her message clearly from here and she smiled, a horrible twisted grin.

The door was bucked down and her next victim stepped in. She heard the awful screaming and positioned herself behind a bookcase, placing one hoof behind it.

"Hello, my name is Pinkamina Diane Pie. Can you help me?" She asked, making her voice as soft and gentle with a hitn of helplessness as possible.

~~~

Bon Bon bucked the door clear off. She had heard the horrible screaming and her instinct kicked in. She bucked on the door after the screaming stopped and now she pelted inside. Her hooves slid out from under her and she crashed into something soft and wet.

The earth pony lifted her head and started screaming uncontrollably. Gilda the Griffin was laying there in a horrible state of brutality.

Her stomach was torn clean open, showing her innards. Broken and brittle bones were shown in the opening along with flowing blood. Her beak was ripped open, cracked and bleeding into the shape of an 'O'. Her eyes were wide open and stained with her own blood. But the most horrifying of all was beside her, her bloody and broken bones were aligned in a perfect and clear message.

Bon Bon screamed one last time.

"Hello, my name is Pinkamina Diane Pie. Can you help me?"

The voice made Bon Bon turn around. "Where are you darling? Can you tell me what happened?"

"My hoof is caught underneath a fallen shelf, I think it's broken. Help!"

Bon Bon looked around the bookcase and got a good look at the pony. She screamed and screamed when she caught sight of the horrible appearance. "Get away from me!"

Something glowed and then it was in her throat. She gasped and backed away, screaming and gurgling with blood as it poured from her mouth. She looked up before something heavy crashed on her, pounding the life from her and breaking her body.

~~~

Pinkamena moved the fallen bookshelf off of Bon Bon. She looked at the twisted body, the spine snapped and twisted the wrong way, the eyes wide with horror and the mouth running with blood. Her legs were broken and bleeding and her mane and fur was ripped, showing pale and bloody flesh. She removed the blade form her throat and threw it against the wall, hearing it splat against an innard and it dug into the wall, holding the blood entrail in place.

The murderer looked at the message written in bones. The frightening smile took form on her face and she stared down, closed her eyes but kept the smile. She was half masked by shadows and darkness, showing one eye and half of her mouth. She looked back up and the moon glinted on her eye, making her look like a monster.

Bone slivers, brain matter and blood smeared all over her like makeup. Dry paste crusted her fur and stained it in some spots. She didn't even look like a pony, she looked like a wild animal. Her mouth moved, but her teeth remained clamped in the same horrible smile. Her lips moved and the message came through grit teeth, as if her mouth was frozen in place,

"Go to sleep."