Babs Seed- February

February 1st, Year 2013

I just wanted my Cutie Mark. Was that too much to ask for? A mark on my flank to tell every pony that I mean something, instead I got the mark of death stamped and stained in my head.

A good pony gone bad, Luna is still missing, and I barely found writing material. Writing isn't banned throughout Equestria, Silver Shine has yet to ban that. Though she has banned many things.

Including her own brother, Shining Wings. Or as she calls him, Metal Brain.

I think it's an insult.

Since Luna disappeared, chaos has been distributed throughout. . Well, everywhere! Celestia was still weak from the Changeling attack, and was easily over powered.

Luna makes the night, it's been cold winter here for several weeks, since the last of December when the riots broke out. Unicorn after Unicorn tried to help, what 'good' that did.

But shortly after Silver Shine captured me in the crawl space, which she tortured me right after, I saw that Unicorns were being attacked and jumped by odd creatures of the ice.

Silver Shine tortured me in the worst way possible. I had to sit and watch while wings were detached from Pegasi, horns ripped from the soft Unicorns.

I heard the screams of filly after countless filly. They were targeted as well. I thought Earth ponies would be spared, I was horribly wrong. Like I, they were forced to watch as their fellow ponies, the gifted ones, became just like them.

But by force, not birth.

Few escaped, the Mane 6 got out, or, most of them. Pinkie has straight hair now, no bounce after seeing what she saw, hearing what we all heard.

Before she left, Twilight foretold something, spoke of a prophecy,

'The creator of the night will make everything right.'

It doesn't make sense since the creator of night is gone, but oh well. We'll have to make do. It's not like there is any sun peaking from the sky, the clouds of snow have blotted everything out.

I'm running out of ink, so I'll have to cut this short.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 2nd, Year 2013

Silver is an in pain because someone she loved died. She hates the pain, and then causes it. It feels odd to know I helped cause this death. I helped kill Simon C Sugar.

I found out his Cutie Mark was fake, no one else. No one but me. And then when Loli tried to shut me up, I wouldn't. I never told, but I wouldn't let it go either.

But he brought torture upon me, I couldn't let it go, right? I don't know if I did the right thing or not, by threatening Simon. Was I in the wrong the second I opened my big mouth?

After months of hearing him tease me, his words still echo in my head long after they ceased to exist, am I in the wrong for finally standing up for myself? Should I have let it go?

Would anything be different if I hadn't seen. . .THAT?

Silver Shine was such a nice mare, but then she took an arrow to the heart. Her suspected lover was killed by her brother, the one whom I love. Quite odd, but it is life. But life doesn't end in the destruction of ponies. Life doesn't end that way. Right? And if it does. . .Have I been cutting off reality so I don't see it?

Locked out of life, for blinding myself? I don't know what to do anymore, do I run and hide, or do I brave it out, charge forward, and fight the evil in my life?

Tell me what to do Diary, no, Journal. Please. I'm so scared, with all the blood and broken wings and horns surrounding me, I'm terrified. Please, tell me what to do. I know you can't, but please. I fear insanity is quickly becoming a close friend.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 3rd, Year 2013

I want to go home. I want to see the stars from my bedroom at night and hear the birds chirp in the morning.

The only thing to lull me to sleep at night is the sound of ponies screaming, and to wake me up I hear innocent ponies sobbing.

And if some pony were to nudge me and tell me I had a mark on flank, I hope it would be a clock ticking my life away.

Journal, can you imagine seeing the wings slowly and painfully ripped off a Pegasus? The tendrils of skin and veins bloody and slimy, and you have to watch? Or a horn quickly ripped off a Unicorn before they can use magic to stop it? I don't know what It are, I just call the things It. The It are ice monstrosities, they look like they were once creatures, but have long since changed.

Ice, snow, melting things. All wanting to cause pain, and suffering.

And nightmares.

Silver Shine was just an ordinary nice mare, gone, taken by control and loss and It. She grew cold, so so cold. Her heart must have frozen.

But back to it, can you imagine seeing little foals get ripped from their mothers, only to them be ripped by their extra appendages? Or sat in front of the It as they do these horrid deeds?

Crying, crying for their mothers, crying, crying, crying, tears erupting from innocence, blood interrupting innocence, what can you do other than run? Run from sanity, as if it ever existed? All I can do is run from it all, but I can't run in my dreams.

I feel like a monster. I feel as though the images scarred into my mind make me no better than It. I can't breathe without clouds of cold fogging around me, hugging my breath tight as if it were a friend.

Like you, Journal. A friend that holds something, whether it be air or the truth, it holds something.

Before I go out to scrounge for more ink, as I am running out again, I must tell you:

Rainbow Dash is dead.

She bled out after her wings were stolen from her, refused any help. It is now the Mane 5, and Pinkie Pie looks close to death herself, her eyes grow darker with each passing day, each new horror the clouds of ice and snow bring. I fear all hope is lost, but that's alright, from the very beginning it was never there.

Like a Pity Mark, a Cutie Mark type thing given to a pony right before death, or directly after. It is there, but it shouldn't be. The hope isn't there, but it should be.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 4th, Year 2013

'What are these wonders around me? The things that call for me. What are these wonders that tell me to be, what are these wonders that are me?

Cry a lullaby, cry no more, cry a lullaby, my oh my, and let the happiness soar.

Hush little filly, don't be silly, nothing is around you. Hush little filly, don't be silly, Sissy will do what Sissy can do.

There are no monsters hear, so stop and wipe away your tear. Let Sissy do what she can do.'

A song my sister sang to me when I had night dreams of nightmares. There was more to it, but I can't remember the rest unless she's here next to me, her voice ringing out, chasing away all fears and tears.

She had such a beautiful voice.

I remember she sang another song, to my foalsitter, he was nice. She sang to him when his marefriend left him. They were around the same age, and yet she wasn't scared to sing in front of him. Unlike the other song, the one she sang to me, she turned his into a country jam rather than a sweet tune of comfort.

'I fell in love, oh yes I did. It was hard, my heart is scarred, but I know what I did. I let that pony get to me, oh my oh me I did. I let that pony define me, oh my oh me I wish I kid.

That fellow over there, called to me, said I had pretty hair and danced 'round with me.

Oh once 'round where we first met, now oh so no regret but I sure do fret.

Months later I came to see, I came to see the pony that defined me, and in his arms was another mare, never ever will seem fair.'

She sang for hours, something along those lines. Past the first slow line, she got faster and faster, sounding happier and happier. Like the love was lost, and that's okay.

I sang to the younger fillies today, they've seen It take over and rip things from other ponies, or in some cases, them. I got Pinkie Pie to cheer up by helping others cheer up, and she did it, somehow that pony spread around happiness without magic.

That pony is magic.

I hope the ponies do get better, I know a few nurses are helping stitching up other ponies. We can't stitch up the extra appendages, wings and horns, no, the It have them, and even if they didn't, it's too late. The nurses are also teaching other ponies how to care for the injured, and a filly today got her Cutie Mark! A bandage with a smile in the middle, she's great at helping the younger ponies.

I hope things keep getting better.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 5th, Year 2013

I've calmed the small fillies, not much more to say other than that. The It feed on the dead, I know that now. It's scary, but not as much anymore.

Sorry for the small report.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 6th, Year 2013

The sky thunders through the trees. To think I was once afraid, no, terrified of the dark. If only I could tell myself back then, that the dark lay in us all, no matter who you are, what you say, it is there.

And it follows, everywhere.

I've seen fillies die, mares and stallions try to end it all. Seen horrors beyond imagination, or so I thought.

The dark will live in us forever, there is no way around it. You can never separate the darkness from you, no pony can tell

the difference between the darkness and I.

I saw a mother sell her child for a small bit of food. A loaf of bread and glass of milk. A father lose his daughter, and the heart inside his wife.

Ponies go mad with fear of the dark and of It as they survey us for Silver Shine. Look over every detail.

And remind you that all you are is a face in the pool, the outer shell of a dream, for what lies inside in wait will pounce one day, and who's to stop it when it does? Not I, I cannot control the darkness inside.

And it will be there long after you're gone.

A stallion trying to sell his deceased friend for anything, an It beating the living horse dung out of a pony for sneezing, the ice creating layers of marks against the poor pony, the stallion being able to sell his friend to a necrophiliac pony.

And there was no one to stop him.

A beautiful mare I knew once, long ago, turn to rags from riches, her golden mane dull and gray, her beautiful clear coat now dirty and smudged.

I heard Silver Shine this morning,

"All remaining Unicorns with horns and able magic to the center of Manehattan, don't come and my minions will come. Be prepared to walk thousands of miles, be prepared. Pegasi with wings should report to me, on the roof of the tallest building in Equestria, the Castle. You will show me to this 'Rainbow Factory' and we will make rainbows together. Fun."

She had once made the sky filled with glittery sparks of angelic design, whatever the Rainbow Factory is, it isn't good.

And the dead from long ago still walk. Do you remember when I last spoke in December, of the dead walking, they still do. I see Simon patrol the west section.

Looking for more dead, the ones that haven't been sold.

There is still a cloudiness darkness in his heart, it is to be there for, what, forever? Possibly. I don't know.

I do know I must find a way out. Out of this madness.

Perhaps I shall let my darkness show.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 7th, Year 2013

I hear her trot around nervously, I'm not sure who she is, but she's there. I hear her at night, like a silent angel, and when I awake, there is food by my things and milk at my hooves. All fresh.

Someone is trying to do something, and I don't know who. By the kindness shown, I can only guess it is a mare. I'm not entirely sure, but all the stallions around here are big jerks, and the mares aren't too much kinder, but they still are, even just a bit.

I wonder if they're deliberately trying to keep me alive. I've given half of my food away, to the hungrier, maybe that's why.

Whoever it is, they need generosity.

Quite the odd thing to need, and I know a Unicorn of the Mane 6 that's known for that, so why not go for her?

Why go after a hopeless mess like me?

Anyway, the Unicorns were used to operate machines in the Rainbow Factory, whatever the heck that was. There are next to no Pegasi around, why? Because they're all dead.

All but a few.

The few have been around the corner, one pony said they were mating. That's weird, I thought they were friends. Why become mates with someone you already are mates with? Pegasus logic I suppose.

The Unicorns came back bloody, beaten, and starved. Of course, they came back looking the way they did when they left. The It charged at them and positioned them in orderly fashion.

One of the Its was recognizable. I recognized it as a bunny Apple Bloom used to talk about, Angel she called it. I recognized it because it was crying, the It don't cry.

Giant ice monsters in the form of animals, I didn't know they were once animals that showed compassion, passion, regret, remorse, guilt, I wish I had known.

It was crying because of its old master, I assume.

Poor thing.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 8th, Year 2013

It's beautifully cold today. I don't know why though. But it is. Nothing can rip away the truth. Well, I guess that's not true. . .You can rip away the truth that there is hope, or who you are. Silver Shine has proven that.

I'm so tired. . .I've been up for what, 27 hours now? Trying to help the ponies, give them hope, get them to help others. I pretend to sleep to try to see the mare who delivers me things. I just can't seem to get up in time. Whoever it is, they're quick.

I found Sweetie Belle, her horn wasn't ripped off. It's odd to see a Unicorn now, one that still has a horn.

Will Scootaloo have wings?

"The monsters and creatures around you will attack when they feel threatened." Silver Shines' voice blared through the sky, over and over again, those words repeat themselves.

Oh well.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 9th. Year 2013

'Tick, tock, tick, tock, said the lovely clock. But one day, it stopped ticking and tocking, something had stopped its talking. Mr. Mouse ran to see, the clock, so lovely. The clock was gone, there was no tick or tock, for the clock has gone.'

Another song my sister used to sing. The sound of nervous hooves pounding against the ground make me remember. And the milk and food left after the hooves have faded, they make me remember songs of my past too.

Tick tock, clip clop. So lovely, yet not. Kinda scary.

Silver Shine forbids the killing of ponies too young, though she did it before. . .Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo will keep their wings and horns until they're older.

In a month, they shall be dead.

And I wont be.

The thought brings my inner most darkness to light, but that's okay. Sometimes you just have to let it shine, or dull, in the case of darkness.

Your friend,

Babs Seed

February 10th, Year 2013

I have no idea what to say, nothing much has changed. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom have appeared, Scootaloo is still missing, is there much to say?

No, I don't think so.

Your friend,

Babs Seed