The Equestrian Dead

Applejack stood up from it. She looked around. The sky was clear and blue. Beautiful Autumn colors surrounded the cabin. Birds were chirping. The grandfather clock began to tick, normally. Applejack looked in wonder. She cried of joy and screamed to the heavens. She was victorious. However, she felt extreme remorse for her fallen friends, knowing their souls had been locked away deep in the fires underneath. She wadded to the front door, opened it, and let the blood flow out. It evaporated the second it touched the sunshine. Slowly, she began to limp out of the cabin. She was in the clearing when she heard a noise. She turned around and shrieked as the Evil came from behind and possessed her.

The Evil force sent her flying through the woods, up, down, and all around. Her body was thrust into a large tree and she fell unconscious into an unevaporated puddle of blood and gore. Suddenly, Applejack lifted her face. Her eyes have gone white. Her skin was now a pale color, her lips, jet black. She was Possessed. A bright edge of morning sunlight moved across her face. She turned her beastly face skyward and hissed at the bright Sun. The sunlight spread all over Applejack, almost like it was spiritually aware. Applejack groaned as the brightness burned at her skin. The white in her eyes swirled back to normal and her skin became an orange hue. She was saved. The devils that had surrounded the cabin were once again pushed into the shadows by the Sun. Weak from this experience, she collapsed back into the blood.

Eventually, Applejack stood again. She jumped out of the bloody mess, fearfully wiping herself. She looked about the woods, fearful and disillusioned.

She realized, "Celestia has had mercy on me! It's gone.....for now. Ah gotta get outta here! Before night comes!"

She ran to the cabin, her only comfort. She made it to the entrance but immediately stepped back. The entrance was a massive pony skull, blood dripping from it. It had living eyes, and they watched Applejack with fear. It slowly opened its mouth, the entrance, in an effort to moan, but faded away.

Applejack shuddered, "Ah must be losin' mah mind...". Her eyes shifted back and forth like a trapped rodent looking for an escape. She saw the dirt path she and her friends walked on and began to run down it.

She was running and with joy saw the exit from the terrible woods. She sprinted towards it, but smacked into an invisible wall. She refused to accept it and pounded on it, desperate to escape. Her salvation was just out of her reach. Her knees buckled and she began to cry. She stopped though as she realized the Sun immediately was setting. Lower than ever. It turned blood red and disappeared from view. Applejack was shaking her head in disillusionment, no way the Sun set that fast. Then, she heard her worst nightmare. The Evil, concentrated into one massive force, rushed to her. She turned, saw it, started to panic. She turned and ran for her life to the cabin.

As she was running from it, rotting evil trees were sprouting out of the ground, in an effort to stop her. She ran into one of them and lay on the floor, head buzzing. The Evil seized her right hoof and started to pull her into it's force.

Applejack yelled, "OH NO YA WON'T!!" and had a tug of war with it.

She won and ran away from the Evil, now close to her hooves, just out of its reach. She finally made it to the cabin. Applejack was on the porch when she realized she was running in place, the cabin slowly moving from her.

"N-NO!" she cried and ran faster, outrunning the force pulling her back.

She slammed the front door shut and ran through the cabin. The Evil burst through the door and into the cabin. Applejack was frantically running in the cabin, slamming every door shut and throwing furniture behind her in a futile effort to slow the Evil down. She led it on a wild goose chase through the cabin, eventually making it back to the main room. She hid inside the fireplace, which still smelled of Rarity as the Evil arrived in the room. It searched for Applejack but could not find her.It pulled back out of the cabin and into the woods. Applejack rolled out of the fireplace, her blood torn face now mixed with ash. Lots and lots of ash. She sighed with relief and began to once again barricade all doors and windows, preparing for another attack.

"Oh no. This is terrible! Where could they be?!" said Mayor Mare.

She, Zecora, Iron Will, and Ms. Cheerlie were a sort of rag-tag search party looking for the Mane 6, who mysteriously disappeared 2 nights prior.

"To where they have been, Spike mentioned a cabin." said Zecora.

"Then WHAT are we WAITING FOR?!" shouted Iron Will, "It's like I say, IF YOU CAN'T WAIT, APPROPRIATE!"

Cheerlie nervously giggled, "Iron Will, are you sure you should be with us? I mean, it could be dangerous...?"

"HA-HA! THAT is WHY I am here! WHEN IT'S TIME TO CORRECT! IT'S TIME TO PROTECT!"

"Well, okay then!" Mayor said cheerfully, "Do you know where this cabin is Zecora?"

"From that clue, I fear I do. We must beware, for great evil is there. Long ago, longer now it seems, a book only existing in dark dreams. From it the couple read, to become one with the Evil Dead..."

"No offense Zecora, but your dark fantasy stories aren't really helping us..." Cheerlie said worried, "L-let's just go to this cabin and see if they're there..."

Applejack sat in a rocking chair, a hunting rifle thrust around, looking for any sign of evil. She heard a noise coming from the back bedroom of the cabin, harp like music. She jolted out of the chair and stalked down the hallway, gun pointed ahead. It grew louder and louder the closer she got. She found the source, an old piano, playing itself. It grew so loud Applejack fell to the floor, clutching her ears. The windows in the cabin shattered and a thick fog flowed through. She ran to the main room and stared out of a window. She saw Pinkie's grave, and it began to cave in as Pinkie's headless body sprung out. Applejack stared in bewilderment and horror as the rotting corpse began to dance to the piano. It started like a waltz until the piano's tune became more primal beat. Her dance became erotic, sharp pelvic thrusts and gyrating hip motions. Pinkie's head flew up to her body and reattached itself. She began to spin, but her head stayed fixed staring at Ash. With a sensual twirl and leap, she disappeared into the fog.

Applejack was watching the outside for Pinkie. She leaned out of the window and was grabbed by her decomposing claws.

"DANCE WITH ME!!" she cried out right before her head fell off.

Applejack closed her eyes and screamed.

She opened them and found she was still sitting in the rocking chair. She sat horrified and looked around the room. The windows were all barricaded still.

Applejack sighed, "Just a crappy drea-" until Pinkie's head fell onto her.

"HELLO APPLEJACK!" it cried, "LET'S PARTY!!" and a 4 foot long black tongue came out of her.

It whipped at Applejack like a serpent. It went into her mouth and Applejack stood gasping for air and forced the tongue out.

From below, Pinkie giggled, "WHERE'S THE FUN?!" she cried and jumped onto Applejack's right hoof, biting her disgusting sharp teeth deep into it.

Applejack stumbled around the room, screaming and trying frantically to take Pinkie's jaws out of her hoof. She slammed it on the ground, onto the walls, kicked it, and pulled on it. Nothing. She stumbled out of the cabin, heading for the tool shed. She burst in to find the hanging on the tool shed's roof were various bloody pony body parts, already decomposing. Applejack headed to a vice and put Pinkie's head onto it. She tightened it around her, popping her eyes out of her head and her teeth off of Applejack's hoof.

Pinkie screamed in an evil warped voice, "EVEN NOW WE HAVE YOUR FRIENDS' SOULS! THEY SCREAM IN AGONY, ROTTING IN TARTARUS!"

"You shut the fuck up..." scolded Applejack. She head to where the chainsaw was placed prior, but was shocked to see it not there. Just then, Pinkie's body ran in, flailing the chainsaw around. Applejack screamed and grabbed a crowbar on the floor. She smacked the chainsaw blade and it thrust the chainsaw deep into Pinkie's neck stump, pussy blood splurting out of it. She went nuts as she spun around the shed, knocking shelves full of knives and other tools that fell and dug into her flailing body. She spun around and collapsed onto the floor limp and lifeless, chainsaw still buzzing and cutting.

Applejack wiped the black bile off of her face and pulled the chainsaw out. She turned to finally kill Pinkie's head, but saw it was not possessed anymore.

"Applejack..." she begged, "Please help me! Without a body, what can I do...?"

Applejack spat on her face, "Shut up."

Pinkie stopped the act and screeched, "YOU BETRAY YOUR FRIEND! SHE ROTS WITH THE DEVILS THEMSELVES!"

She opened her mouth and puked revolting aged blood all over Applejack and let out a high pitched squeal. To Applejack, this was the last straw.

She lifted the chainsaw up, "EAT SHIT 'ND DIE!" and thrust the chainsaw into the middle of Pinkie's head. Chunks of skull and brain flew all over her as she did this. Pinkie's head was on the floor sliced in half, lifeless and bleeding.

Discombobulated, Applejack re-entered the cabin's main room, dragging the chainsaw. Once she arrived, she felt an Evil presence was already in the cabin. She pointed the chainsaw around the room, expecting the Evil to come. She heard a creaking noise, coming from the rocking chair. It rocked by itself with an intense speed. She slowly approached, scared shitless. She extended her hoof to touch it, but it stopped right before making contact and froze in place. In a confused state, she backed away from the chair and into the wall. She turned and came face to face with herself in a hanging framed mirror. She clutched her face, trying to reassure her sanity.

"Ah'm...fine...Fine..." she muttered. Suddenly, Applejack's reflection came out of the mirror and grabbed Applejack, shaking and choking her. This entity was sweaty and nasty looking.

It cried to her, "Ah don't THINK we're "fine". We're losing it... starting to slip. We just cut up our bestest friend with A CHAINSAW! Does that SOUND FINE?!"

Applejack closed her eyes and gagged. She opened the up and saw she was strangling herself, her reflection just a reflection, just a bloody, scared, scarred, shitless, paranoid pony with a busted front right hoof. She stared at this hoof. The bite marks that Pinkie's teeth had left in the hoof stood out sharply. The wound suddenly blackened and spiderwebbed it's infection across the entire surface of the hoof. The hoof quivered and shook, now out of Applejack's control. The hoof had taken a whitish cast. It's veins throbbed and pulsated. It was possessed by the evil force. Out of the hoof burst long claws, twitching and writhing in Applejack's skin. Applejack was repulsed.

The claw lunged at Applejack's face, countered by her other hoof. She fell to the floor, unbalanced. Over and over she slammed her rotting hoof onto the ground, which now began to hiss.

She exclaimed to the sky "YA BASTARDS! GIVE ME MAH HOOF BACK!!!". She ran to the kitchen and tried to clean her hoof.

It only twitched and writhed under the towel. "Can't..be happening..."she tried to reassure herself.

The hoof reached for nearby plates and slammed one onto Applejack's head. Dazed, she stumbled around the kitchen. It reached for every available plate and slammed each one onto her head. Finally, it grabbed a bottle and smashed it on her face. Bloodied from the constant glass blows, she fell to the floor bleeding out of her nose.

The hoof eyed the floor, looking for something. It screeched in joy when it found a cleaver, just out of reach. It dragged Applejack's body across the floor over to it, digging its claws into the floor. It clutched the cleaver when Applejack stopped pretending and punched the claw. She grabbed the cleaver with her mouth and sliced it into her hoof. She used her other hoof to dig it into the vile claw, slicing its insides. Applejack was laughing and cringing. With the cleaver still in her hoof, she stumbled to the chainsaw still on the floor in the main room. She fell on the floor and grabbed the chainsaw.

Resuming to dig into her hoof, Applejack cried, "WHO'S LAUGHIN' NOW?! HUH?!" as she started the chainsaw with her mouth and dropped it onto her leg. "WHO'S LAUGHIN'?!" she exclaimed and screamed in wrath and agony as blood splattered over her face while her leg was slowly being amputated. The amputated evil hoof screamed while Applejack laughed manically. Finally, it stopped. Applejack remained on the floor, too weak to move from blood loss.

"What were they doing up in that cabin?" asked Cheerlie, "It's awfully unsafe..."

The search party were still trekking to the cabin in search of the Mane 6. They made it to a clearing, but bumped into an invisible wall.

"Something is amiss. What is this?" said Zecora, poking the wall with her hoof.

"Relax, my little ponies!" Iron Will Boasted. He charged horns first at the wall and accomplished nothing but a massive bruise. "Zecora, you know these woods, don't you know another path?"

"This cabin, a dark tale you know. To come to it, I don't know. And yes, I know a path. It leads to evil and pure wrath. In these woods, they can't hear a "Neigh!" but I will show you, anyway."

She led them down an alternate path, one that took them all around the outside of the cabin area. Mayor and Cheerlie rolled their eyes at Zecora, while Iron Will silently was biting his nails.

While the hoof was amputated, it remained alive. Applejack trapped it in a waste basket and put a large book on top of it to keep it in place, the book's title: A Farewell To Arms. She limped to the fireplace, heated the poker, gritted her teeth, and thrust the burning metal on her stump to cauterize the wound. Red steam hissed out of it as Applejack screamed. She ran to the kitchen and cooled the smoldering leg in water. She grabbed some duct tape off of the counter and wrapped it around her stump, making a somewhat bandage. She heard a "CLANG!" and turned to see the waste basket was tipped, the hoof gone.

She saw it scamper across the floor to a mouse hole in the wall. Applejack grabbed her rifle, balancing it on her stump for she was right-hooved. She fired but missed the hoof. It was now inside the wall and Applejack fired, "BAM!" again and missed. The hoof poked out of the hole and danced, taunting Applejack. As it did, it landed in a mouse trap, hurting it. It screamed furiously and shook the trap off violently.

Applejack threw her head back, "HA!". The hoof looked at her and, in fury, flipped her off with its middle claw. She pointed the gun at it but it went back into the wall. "BAM!" "BAM!" no hits, only holes in the wall. The hoof poked out of the newest one and laughed. Applejack fired, finally shooting it.

All was silent as Applejack wondered if she killed the demonic claw. A slight tinkle of blood came out of the hole. She cheered but stopped and stared at the hole perplexedly. The blood flowed faster and faster, more and more blood seeped out of the hole. Horrified, Applejack stepped back but was overcame by a massive geyser of blood and gore. It flew her back into the back wall as she tried to stand up against the gushing hose of blood. It came out of all the holes now, crushing Applejack in sheer force. The blood changed in color to a black fluid, then yellow, then turquoise. Applejack looked down at her stump as it too burst blood. She flew around the room, hitting the walls and being pushed by the current of blood. The blood, as fast as it appeared, sucked back into the walls. Applejack sat on the floor shivering and dripping in blood.

She rebandaged her stump and backed slowly into the rocking chair, her face in pure bewilderment. She sat down but it broke upon contact and she hit the ground. She heard a low sound. She looked up at a mounted deer head as it swiftly turned to her and began laughing a hideous cackle. She got up and stood in the middle of the room, terrified. The desk lamp began to laugh and shake in sync as well.

"AHH-HA-HA! AH-HAHAAA-HAHAH!!"

She turned to a bookcase, where all 12 books were flapping open and closed laughing. Everything was laughing, even the doors, floors, and walls. Convinced she was insane, Applejack suddenly grinned and burst up laughing louder than the others. They were having the times of their lives. Applejack laughed harder and harder. She danced along with the flapping trap door and pranced around the room, laughing and clutching her sides. Her laughing slowly turned into agonizing screaming as she couldn't resist the madness. She heard a knock on the door and flinched. Everything was normal except a banging on the door. Screaming, she pulled her gun up and shot at the door. Outside, she heard Cheerlie shriek.

Applejack's expression quickly turned to joy. Ponies came to save her! She ran up to the door and swung it open, meeting Iron Will's fist. She staggered onto the floor, her amputated hoof not helping. Zecora, Iron Will, Cheerlie, and the Mayor ran into the cabin, and all they saw was Applejack covered in blood, stains of gore all over the cabin interior, a rifle, and a bloody chainsaw. Cheerlie, clutching her bullet-grazed side, screamed. Mayor nearly fainted. Iron Will stood petrified.

"YOU MANIAC!" he cried, "YOU GONE AND KILLED THEM!"

Applejack rose and slowly backed away, "Now now. It ain't what it looks like!"

Iron Will tackled her and pounded on her face, beating her senseless.

Mayor Mare ran to Applejack's semi-conscious body and shook her, begging, "Please tell me this isn't right! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Applejack groaned as Iron Will lifted her and headed to the trap door. "When death has been made, it's time to BARRICADE!" he cried as he threw Applejack into the cellar, chaining the trap door shut.

She tumbled down the stairs, hitting the cellar floor hard. "Wait..." she mumbled, "Ah made...a mistake..."

"Fucking right you did!" shouted Iron Will. "I hope you ROT down there!"

Cheerlie cried, rubbing her torn skin.

"N-no..." Applejack silently cried as she stumbled in the dark cellar.

Up above, she heard the frantic voices of the search party. She heard Cheerlie talking about her wound, Zecora about the cabin, and some inaudible chatter about Applejack. She strode through the damp cellar. She found the table where she and Dash found the Necronomicon back what seemed like ages ago. She noticed something on the floor next to it. Pages of the Evil book were torn out. She brought them up on the table and turned on the old lantern still there. They had ancient writings on them and notes scribbled by the original owner.

The notes said the pages were a chant that would seal the Evil and also described the final minutes of his life, trapped in the cellar as his possessed wife slowly made her way into it. The notes suddenly stopped. Reading this, only one thought came to Applejack.

"...Zecora..."

Surly she would know how to read the pages. And the look of doubt on her face, she knew Applejack was telling the truth. Applejack limped up the stairs and peered out of the trap door. To her luck, Zecora was standing in front of it, arguing with Iron Will of an Evil presence in the cabin.

She grabbed the notes waiting for the perfect opportunity to sneak the notes to Zecora. Applejack sighed with relief. At least she had help now. Then, she smelt rotting corpses. She turned to the direction the smell came from. It was a closet. She opened it and two pony carcasses fell out. A stallion ripped open and empty and a mare, horribly deformed and scarred, a long jagged snout with long fangs, beady eyes, and sharp claws. She turned away and gagged. As she did, the mare suddenly had life forced back into her. She grabbed Applejack and thrust her around the cellar, spitting locust and worms at her. The notes flew out of Applejack's reach, scattering on the floor.

Outside of the cellar, the ponies stared at the trap door.

"Something's down there..." Mayor Mare said, "With her...". "No..." Cheerlie muttered, "Can't be...".

Applejack broke from the mare's grip and pounded on the trap door, shouting, "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!"

The mare let out a horrid laugh and climbed to Applejack.

"It's a trick! I know it!" said Iron Will.

"Can't you hear the shout! For her sake, let her out!" cried Zecora. She jumped to the cellar door and unlocked it.

Applejack reached for the exit but was dragged to the bottom of the cellar by the devil.

"Come to me!" she cried, "I AM HENRIETTA! FREER OF THE EVIL DEAD!" She extended her rotted and worm infested arms towards Applejack and grabbed her. She howled and moaned as she shook her around. She threw her into the closet and shouted, "WE SHALL SPEND ETERNITY TOGETHER! JOIN US! WE WILL TAKE YOU ALL! BUT FIRST I WILL SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!"

With a sharp recoil, then spring, Henrietta made a lunge at Applejack. Her face contorting, her teeth lengthening, her mouth opening impossibly wide as though she were going to swallow his head. She shook free and ran screaming up the stairs. Henrietta grabbed her hind legs and pulled her back into the darkness.

Zecora extended her arms out to Applejack. Applejack tried to reach, but her stump was too short. She turned and bucked Henrietta's deformed head, loosening her grip, and crawled out of the cellar, Zecora slamming it shut.

Henrietta's head poked out of the cellar door, snapping at the ponies' legs. Applejack trotted to the trap door and stomped on it, snapping her neck and crushing her skull. Her eyeball flew out of her mouth and lodged into Cheerlie mouth, choking her. Iron Will, terrified, kicked Henrietta's head, sending her tumbling down the cellar stairs. Applejack could finally now lock the cellar as Henrietta's warped screams and raves emerged from the dark cellar. Unable to breathe, Cheerlie fell to the floor. Everyone stood petrified except Applejack, hardened from her last encounter with the devils. Outside, the Evil came rushing back into the cabin area, hiding from within the woods.

Applejack explained, "It's the dark. Evil is in them woods. It killed mah friends, and possessed them..."

Mayor vomited all over the floor.

Zecora nodded, convinced her feelings were in fact true.

"WE HAVE TO GET OUTTA HERE!" shouted Mayor.

"NO!" shouted Applejack, "Nopony leaves this cabin! Not 'till day."

They froze in their tracks as they heard a gentle voice which sung a melancholy tune. Zecora turned her head to the sound, which came from Henrietta , her head just in the space between the floorboards and the trap door. She was no longer possessed. She was a frail, old, gentle mare.She is singing a gentle song to everypony.

"Let me out, sweeties," she said, "It's so cold and dark in here. Unlock these chains. Quickly."

Applejack approached her and nailed her in the face, "Ah ain't falling for that shit again..." she glared.

Cheerlie stood up sharply. Her eyes bone white, her skin, the pale color of the dead. Her mouth was grown over large. Her lips were black. She was possessed. She began to shriek and the ponies backed into a corner screaming. Cheerlie levitated in the air, swirling on a fixed axis. She writhed and let out a demonic moan. Applejack sprinted to her rifle, knocked on the floor by Iron Will. She grabbed it and waited for an attack.

Cheerlie shook violently as the moan turned into a banshee's wailing lament. She turned sharply towards the group, as several different devil voices began to shriek.

"We are the things that were! And shall be again! HA HA HA HA HA! Spirits of the book! We want what is yours! LIFE!" her head began to twist, "DEAD BY DAWN! DEAD BY DAWN!"

Henrietta sticked her gnarled head from the cellar, "DEAD BY DAWN! DEAD BY DAWN!". Cheerlie grabbed Mayor and began to stretch her jaw, preparing to eat her face off. Henrietta demanded, "NEVER MIND HER! FREE ME!"

Cheerlie turned to the trap door and lunged to it. Applejack and Zecora stood shocked. Applejack suddenly turned and ran off into the kitchen. Zecora stared in disbelief, believing Applejack ran away out of fear. Cheerlie nearly made it to the trap door until Iron Will charged head first into her. Cheerlie grabbed Iron Will's horns with her claws and spun her head 180 degrees to stare him down.

"WE SEE YOU!" she shouted and thrust Iron Will into the air. He smashed through the wooden ceiling and fell down on the ground.

As Cheerlie began to unlock the trap door, Applejack ran back in the room, clutching a roaring chainsaw. Screaming, she charged towards Cheerlie. She slammed the blade straight into Cheerlie's chest from behind as she slowly moved the bile up, slicing her in half. Green and red bile and gore spewed all over the group and the cabin as she did this. Cheerlie's remains slumped onto the floor, her organs and intestines shriveling. Her remains of a head snapped at Applejack's hooves and Applejack brought the blade down onto it, splattering brain everywhere. Cheerlie was finally dead. Iron Will, Mayor, and Zecora were in shock from this.

"No, no..." Zecora muttered.

It was now the heart of night. Fog encased the cabin like a barrier. Iron Will pulled out a can of air freshener and sprayed about the room, saying, "Bad smell makes you sway? Clean it with a spray!" He held his nose, disgusted by the smell of rotting flesh.

Applejack tossed a bloodied sheet, containing the remains of Cheerlie, to the floor. It landed with a sickening thud. Wiping her face with a rag, Applejack moved off in disgust. From below, Henrietta watched, anticipating. She growled and gnawed off her clawed hood, allowing it to slip out of the trap door and hide. Henrietta's rotted hoof pulled the bundle of body parts silently down into the cellar and quietly closed the trap.

"Can't take this....Can't take this..." Mayor moaned.

Iron Will looked out the window. "Huh...?" he asked, "The cabin...it's been...isolated. We can't leave...".

"We are doomed. Here is our tomb!" Zecora foretold.

The wind outside suddenly died. The ponies cocked their heads to this new silence. Applejack looked around, she knew this couldn't be good.

"BANG! BANG!"

Loud pounding came out of the walls.

"WHAT THE TARTARUS?!" cried Iron Will.

"BANG! BANG!"

The noises grew closer and louder.

"Somthin'.....trying ta come into our world..." muttered Applejack. They all clutched each other as the noises appeared all over the cabin. The poundings awkwardly stopped. The group stopped clutching. They heard noises in the middle bedroom.

"It's...in there..." Mayor said.

"Alright." said Applejack, "We'll all go see..." Applejack grabbed her rifle and the group creept to the bedroom.

The room was deserted and silent. The bewildered ponies looked around, searching. An eerie whistling wind was heard. It had an other worldly sound, very far off. Frightened, they waited for something to appear. The whistling grew louder. It was followed by the angry sound of something moving violently about the room. The mirror shattered. Then, "WOOOOSH!". The group was knocked over by a gust of wind. A face came out of the wall, screaming. It was the face of a weary stallion, a life like spirit made of swirling smoke and mist. Awestruck, the group watched.

He moaned, "I am the owner of this cabin...There is a dark spirit here that wants to destroy you. Your salvation lies in the pages from the Book of the Dead. Down in the cellar with what was my wife. Recite the passages. Dispel the evil. SAVE MY SOUUUUL...And yourssss..." and vanished in another "WOOOSH!"

"Ah HAD those pages!" Applejack swore, "They must've been taken from me by that...thing...".

"Well, we better get them then!" shouted Iron Will.

"Iron Will..." Mayor said confused, "Why are you grasping my hoof so tight...?"

Iron Will, confused, showed his hands, "I ain't touching your hoof..."

"Then who...?" Mayor raised her hoof up to see Applejack's evil clawed hoof grasping her. Mayor went nuts, screaming and flailing about trying to throw the hoof. She ran out of the room screaming, "THAT'S IT! WE'RE DEAD!"

Applejack ran to her, tackling her. She slammed her hoof and stump onto the claw, prying it off. It released its grip and latched onto Mayor's face. She screamed and swatted at it as claws dug into her skin. Applejack smacked the claw off with the butt of the Rifle. It lay on the floor writhing. She trotted to the fireplace, grabbed a smoldering coal, and placed it onto the claw. It squealed as it died in a pile of black pus.

"There's no hope..." Mayor cried. She finally snapped and panicked, "FOR CELESTIA'S SAKE! I'm only an ELECTED OFFICIAL! I have no real power!"

"Free yourself from that frown, You need just to calm down.." Zecora coaxed.

"No, no, NO!" Mayor refused, "YOU KNOW what all of this is! Oh, I should have listened... And now we're all DAMED TO TARTARUS! Well, THAT'S IT! I'M FLEEING TO PONYVILLE!" and bucked out of the door. She ran into the barrier of fog and vanished. Iron Will reached for her.

"NO!". Applejack restrained Iron Will, "Don't chase after her...She's as good as dead now."

Iron Will sighed, "I..I failed to protect the head of Ponyville... She's right. We're all going to pay for our mistakes..."

He shook his head and punched Applejack, taking her rifle. He pointed it at her and shouted, "I AM RUNNING THIS SHOW NOW!"

Applejack walked back to Zecora, not wanting trouble.

"WE are GOING TO FIND THE MAYOR! And THEN, we get the fuck outta this Tartarus-hole!"

"Well," compromised Applejack, "If ya want to go off and die, go ahead...But we ain't coming. Yer gonna kill us all! With those pages, we can-"

"THOSE PAGES DON'T MEAN SHIT!" Iron Will cried out, "Besides, now you ain't got no, choice.". He cocked the rifle,"MOVE YOU BITCHES!". They all walked out of the cabin and into the fog.

The trail stopped, and Applejack said, "NOW where do ya want us ta go?!"

Iron Will turned to the dark woods and motioned the gun there. Applejack glared at Iron Will as she and Zecora grudgingly trotted onwards. The Evil force was rushing to them from afar.

"Yer gonna get us killed..." muttered Applejack.

Iron Will slapped Applejack, "Shut the FUCK UP! We ARE finding the Mayor. I ain't gonna be a failure!". He walked to Applejack's body on the floor and kicked her in the stomach over and over. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THIS?!" he cried. Unknown to him, the Evil was approaching, faster and faster. He shot his leg out to Applejack as her clawed left hoof seized it. She twisted her neck to Iron Will and growled. "NO!" he cried, "THOSE EYES!". Applejack was reclaimed by the Evil. She twisted his leg and rose up, howling to the moon.

She lifted Iron Will and thrust him into a tree, destroying it with sheer force. Zecora ran away, back to the cabin. She looked out of the open doorway. No sign of Iron Will or Applejack. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Applejack emerge out of the darkness. She was grunting and hunchbacked, drooling from her mouth.

She raised her claw towards Zecora and shouted in the low garbled voice ,of a demon, "JOIN US!!"

She charged to Zecora, but Zecora slammed the door shut just in time. Sweat poured from Zecora's anxious face as she picked up a fire ax next to the fireplace and backed away. She trotted down the long dark hallway of the cabin, watching, waiting. Out of a window, she saw Applejack walk past outside, grunting and twitching, swatting at the air. Zecora stood terrified, and turned to the door at the end of the hallway. The knob began to turn.

Zecora hid right next to the door, crying as she lifted the ax up. The knob rattled violently. The door swung open and a figure walked in. Zecora screamed and lunged forward, shoving the dagger into Iron Will's chest. She opened her eyes and dropped her jaw. Iron Will fell to the ground, bleeding out from his chest.

"WHAT WRONG HAVE I MADE?! AN INNOCENT IS NOW SLAYED!" cried Zecora. Applejack outside heard her and saw the open door, charging towards it. Zecora screamed and dragged Iron Will's dying body inside and slammed the door shut. Zecora knelt to him, accidentally pushing the ax further in.

Crying, Iron Will shuddered and groaned, "Kill it...Kill it..." and died.

A loud crash came out of the main room. Zecora heard it, pulled the ax out of Iron Will's body, and trotted towards it. She entered the room and saw that a window was smashed. Petrified, she looked around, knowing Applejack must be lurking. She heard a shuffle, turned, and was seized by Applejack. She bellowed at her as Zecora screamed bloody murder. She picked Zecora up and thrust her across the room. Applejack stood over Zecora, roaring. Zecora, accepting her fate, shut her eyes trembling. Applejack lifted her left hoof up in the air, but began to whimper. The hoof slammed her in her own stomach as she went flying back. Applejack, the real Applejack, was fighting for control. She punched herself in the face and stomach over and over. She began to spin around, so fast she was like a tornado.

The spinning stopped and Applejack was thrust at Zecora. Applejack was normal once again, forcing the Evil out of her. Zecora punched Applejack in the head, sending her staggering. She grabbed her ax and charged at Applejack.

Applejack cried, "NO!" and blocked Zecora's arm. "Ah'm fine... Ah'm fine... It's...gone..."

"About that you are not wrong..." Zecora agreed, "The question is, for how long? To the devils, we are quite meek, but with the pages, the pages we seek..."

Applejack, determined, nodded, "Then let's go down that cellar and carves ourselves a witch..."

The door to the shed thrust open as Applejack and Zecora strode in. Applejack slammed her chainsaw on the table and began to tear it apart. She swooped chains and pieces of metal onto the table. She fastened a harness and put it onto her chest and back. In front of it was a sort of latch, a V shaped indent. She grabbed a series of rings and placed them around the inside of the chainsaw, leaving a large circle in the middle of the handle. On her stump, she fastened a ring with a very small hook at the end. She forced her stump into the hole in the chainsaw and turned it, the hook securing it in place. Using her teeth, she pulled the start-up string and latched it onto her harness, the T shaped end of it fitting perfectly into the V shaped latch. She pulled her newly modified arm out as the chainsaw started up and purred. She used it to saw off a shotgun she found mounted on the shed wall, twirling it around her other front hoof.

She looked up, grinned, and uttered, "...Groovy..."

Outside of the shed, In the distance, the tiny figures of Applejack and Zecora trotted to the cabin. Applejack quickly got used to trotting on 3 legs, her new chainsaw-attached one constantly suspended in the air. In the back was a large oak tree. A gnarled pony-like face on the surface of the tree. A horrible twisted tree face. Two more emerged from it, terrible fiendish faces. It suddenly opened its mouth and breathed in a gust of air with a terrible wheezing sound, as though in great pain at being brought to life. It turned sharply towards the cabin. Its roots burst out of the ground and creept onto the cabin.

Inside, the noise was blocked out by Applejack's chainsaw hoof as it ripped through the trap door. Zecora tensed on her ax, ready for the beast to emerge. Applejack kicked the trap door as the pieces of wood collapsed and fell into the cellar.

"Them pages oughta be somewhere there..." Applejack muttered, no signs of Henrietta, yet.

Applejack walked down the steps, finding two of the pages. She picked them up and held them in her mouth. In a spider's web she saw another and grabbed. A fourth and fifth page were at the bottom of the steps, grabbing those.

"Do you see? Where the devil could she be?" Zecora cried out from above the cellar.

Applejack grinned, "She playing hard ta get..." roared her chainsaw, "...Rid of..."

She felt something behind her. She turned and saw nothing. She sighed with relief and ran into a hanging corpse from the ceiling. Flinching back, she saw it was the half-eaten remains of Cheerlie hanging from the ceiling in a spider-like web.

Scared now, Applejack found the rest of the pages in Cheerlie and headed up the stairs. She threw the pages up to Zecora. Zecora grabbed them and rushed to the desk, frantically translating. Applejack was about to come out of the cellar when Henrietta's deformed claws grabbed Applejack's hooves. She screamed and Henrietta roared and cackled as she dragged Applejack down again. Her chainsaw slammed into the wooden steps, jamming it.

Zecora began to translate, " Nos-feratos-allo-memnon-kanda!" while Applejack's terribly mauled body limped down the steps.

Henrietta grinned and floated up to the main room, shouting, "Free! Free at last!"

She grabbed Zecora's mane and swung her around the room, grinning with malice. Applejack unclogged her chainsaw and limped into the main room. Henrietta turned to her and growled.

Applejack shouted, "COME GET SOME!" and started the chainsaw, its roar louder than hers.

She swung it at her, but Henrietta grabbed the blade, allowing the saw to slice through her thick, gnawed hoof. She grabbed Applejack's throat with the other and slammed her into a window.

Applejack charged to her, bucking her in the stomach. Henrietta was furious. She gritted her teeth, concentrated, and her neck began to stretch, her head becoming long and crooked like before. Her neck extended 5 feet in the air, her teeth grew put of her lips, her tongue the size of her head. Applejack gaped in fear at this monstrosity that loomed over her. Henrietta began to bloat and grow, fatter and fatter. Pus burst out of her skin.

She cried, "I'LL SWALLOW YOUR SOULS! SWALLOW YOUR SOULS!" and swooped to Applejack.

She kept this monster at bay with her chainsaw. Its mouth stretched impossibly wide and sucked at the air around Applejack's face, suffocating her. Zecora threw her ax into the beast, sticking in her back.

She turned to face the terrified zebra and screamed, "YOU WILL PAY!"

"Not today..." said Applejack and shoved her chainsaw into Henrietta's stomach.

Pus and blood burst out as she screamed in pain. Applejack roared and sliced off all of Henrietta's limbs one by one. She turned her head to Applejack and screeched. Applejack swung her arm through Henrietta's gaping jaw, slicing her head in half. Blood spewed from her neck.

The top half of her head fell to the floor, crying, "SWALLOW YOUR SOUL!"

"Swallow THIS!" cried Applejack and pulled her shotgun out from her back harness and fired straight between her eyes. Her head exploded into a million pieces. Zecora and her cheered at this, but were cut short as the demonic tree outside burst through the cabin.

"FINISH THE PAGES!" cried Applejack as a twisted tree-hand seized her and brought her up to its three evil faces.

The cabin was torn onto two, the roots bursting out of the walls. All that remained of the main room was the cracked floor. Trees around the cabin began to crash into it, destroying it piece by piece.

"NOW!!" cried Applejack as thorny vines encased her, pulling her towards the tree's giant jagged mouth.

"Tar-tra Kanda-Estra! Hudsucker Proxy Kanda!" Zecora shouted.

Fire appeared and surrounded the cabin.

"Aton-Neran-Ofas!"

The front door, the only standing thing in the room, burst open, and a horrible giant rotten apple head of the Evil entity made flesh, finally showing itself. A SHRIEKING, BULBOUS BEHEMOTH! It was the most horrifying thing Applejack ever saw, her hair had white streaks in it from the pure terror.

"FINISH IT!" she cried.

Zecora resumed, "Kanda! Samonda Roba Areda Gyes Indy En-zeen, Nos-Feratos -GAHH!"

Four tree branches were shoved into her back. They burst out of her nose and ears as they tore her insides. She let out a final gasp as the branches pulled, tearing her apart.

"NOOO!" Applejack cried. She was about to be eaten by the tree until she lifted her chainsaw hoof to its faces, tearing into them. She screamed in fury as blood poured all over her. The tree released green pus and steam as it withered away. Free of its grasp, Applejack leaned onto the table, pages still intact. She looked at the pages but could not read them.

From the door, the Evil opened its hideous mouth, sucking everything into it, including the pages.

"Not today!" cried Applejack. She grabbed the final page and shoved her chainsaw into the ground, keeping her in place, and suspended in air. She mumbled, "Aftalak-bar, uhhh, Tanados(?) Entrada! Errr, Malakos! KANDA?!". Her chainsaw ran out of gas and the blade stopped turning. She turned to face the Evil, as it crept slowly to Applejack.

It reached out to her, seeking to reclaim her. It roared like a monstrous banshee.

Applejack shrugged and said, "Aw, fuck this shit...". She threw the page at the Evil and spat on it. The page touched its skin and it began to burn. Applejack looked outside and saw, it was daytime.

She lifted her torso up and bucked the Evil in it's massive eyeball. It flew back out of the door. It landed in the Sun and began baking. It's skin turned inside-out as it shriveled and dissolved into shadow. Applejack fell onto the floor, hitting her head on the chainsaw's blade, knocking her out.

Some time later, she woke up. She looked around and saw the cabin was nothing but ruins, blood stained ruins. The gore on Applejack was sticky in the Sun, her being basked in it for so long. Applejack limped up, regaining balance with her chainsaw. She pulled it out of the ground and looked around. She saw that the trail out of the woods was reformed. As for the Evil, she did not see it and frankly, did not care. She booked it out of the area, not looking back. She was just happy to get away from the Evil. She made it to the exit of the forest screaming in triumph. However, she halted when she saw police officers on patrol. They saw her and yelled at her to halt and sit on the floor with her front hooves up. She did so, and at the sight of the bloodied chainsaw, they ran up to her and tazed her unconscious.

Applejack's eye opened. She was blinded by brightness. How long was she out for? She shook her head, dazed and confused. She regained sight and looked at her surroundings. Tears slowly filled her eyes as she backed into fetal position, crying, "No...no..."

She lay on a white bed, clothed in orange scrubs. She was in a cushion-y room with no windows. Her chainsaw gone, only a bandaged stump. The only door, a iron slate with 3 small bars at the top. Being in a fetal position was easy for Applejack, for she was in a straight jacket. She was institutionalized.