Endless Night

Pinkie Pie stumbles blindly into the cellar of the building; looking for some kind of light to use as a guide. She swings her hoof to the left; looking for a cande to light. Instead, she feels a switch. Flicking it; the whole basement becomes aglow with florecent light. Old, dusty tables and wooden pallets are stacked in no particular format; and carpets are rolled and stashed in the nearest corner. The pink pony closes the door behind her; making a futile attempt to issue no noise. The mare walks cautiously over to a pre-set table and an old chair. She sits down in the old furniture, feeling the hand-crafted seat that was bolth strong yet gentle. Looking at the table, she sees the etchings of old runes inlaid into the sides. Brushing the table, she is supprised to see that the glass resembles a giant mirror, and Pinkie can see herself looking back. Smiling at the mirror; the mare starts talking to her reflection. When her reflection talks back; the pink pony falls out of her seat and onto the ground. "Pinkamenda Diane Pie; whats the matter? Have you never seen your reflection?" Pinkie Pie quickly jumps back into her seat; looking down at her reflection. "I brought you some candy to have!" The pony looks across the table to see multiple lines of white powder, a razor and two straws. The pony becomes scared; not knowing where all these things were comming from. "I thought you liked blow!? Jeeze, am I getting picker and picker with the years!" Pinkie tries to calm her reflection, taking a straw and forming a line with the small metal blade. "There ya' go!" The mare snorts the line, instantainously feeling the euphoria set in. "Come on Pinkie! You can do bigger than that!" The pony agrees with the reflection; now seeing it as an entirely diffrent person. Pinkie climbs out of the mirror, taking a seat right next to the hallucinating pony. Picking up the other straw; her reflection forms an even bigger line with the razor. Lining up the straw with the strip of cocaine, she inhales deeply. Blood is now comming profusely down her face, pouring out of her nose alike a red river. Laughing at the rediculiousness of herself sitting next to her; she heeds not the puddle of blood and saliva that is pooling around her feet and on the table. Spiders and bats start to come out of the walls; all drooling with anticipation of the dripping blood. The pony gets on top of the table; dancing merrly in the blood-stained drug. She turns, and falls to the floor.

Fluttershy hears a solid thump reverberate from the basement. She contemplates what it could be as she gets out of her bunk. Taking with her a pistol for re-asurance; the mare walks steadly tward the door. Hearing nothing on the other side, Fluttershy opens the door quietly and slipps onto the first step. Gliding down the stairs soundlessly (with the aid of her wings), the mare notices that the florecent lights are on. Taking heed that something may be down there; Fluttershy loads a fresh clip into the .45. Looking around the corner; she sees her companion, Pinkie Pie; laying slumped on the ground. Feeling good that she knew what turned on the lights; Fluttershy called quietly to her friend. "Pinkie, its not good to sleep on the cement. You can hurt your back!" When the pony lacks a responce; or even a movement of acknowligement, the Pegasus becomes morbidly curious. Walking slowly to her friend, Fluttershy keeps the gun trained to the immeadite ground; prepared for anything that may have her hostage. Virtually uppon the pink pony; the Pegasus makes a unsetteling descovery. Blood trails from the nostrils of the mare, and her eyes are staring unmovingly into a void. Fluttershy waves her hoof in front of the ponies gaze, and gets no movement what-so ever. Pressing her muzzle against the neck of the pink pony, Fluttershy feels no pulse. Not even a faint beat. She slowly lifts her head from the body; still not understanding what happened. Then she remembered. At the party at Celestia's castle. Pinkie Pie came into the room spazzing about things that wernt there. The razor she had found at Pinkie's bedside at Sugarcube Corner. The mafia she was constantly complaining about. Pinkie Pie had died of a cocaine overdose. The pure shock of realizing this hit her alike a freight train. The Pegasus fell to her knees; slamming her hooves into the hard cement. "Why would you do this Pinkie?! How could you do this to me?" Fluttershy rolls the body of her friend over; fully exposing the cocked expression on the carcass's visage. Gripping the pony around the chest in a entightend hug, Fluttershy begins to wail.

After her voice had gone hoarse (No pun intended) from her screaming; Fluttershy's head fell to her friend's sholder. Body heaving with each breath of sorrow; the Pegasus's face is stained with bolt her tears and the blood of her friend. In an almost inauditable voice; the pegasus goes on. "Why did you have to die? We were gonna save the world and have a happy life." After a long pause, the Pegasus moans deeply. Fluttershy releases her grip from the ponies body; which falls limply to the cement. Falling back now on her knees; the Pegasus's arms fall to her sides. She turns her body; gripping the .45 in the clef of her hoof. Feeling along the framature of the gun; the pegasus flips off the safty. Pulling back the hammer on the back; the click of a spring ready to release can be heard. She slowly brings the pistol up to her veiwpoint; and turns it tward herself. Placing the muzzle against her temple; she begins to sob again.

Twilight Sparkle hears the distinct sound of crying below her; in the basement. She walks stiffly to the door; still feeling the coil of the old box-springs in her lower back. Opening the door with no signs or regards for silence; the unicorn stumbles down the rickety stairs. She beholds Pinkie Pie; laying on the ground flat, and Fluttershy, with somthing in her mouth. Before her vision can clear; she hears a concussive bang. Blood sprays on the ceiling and walls; and Fluttershy's body rockets backward, her head bouncing hard on the floor. The sound of the gunshot reverberates on the cement walls; and lingers in Twilight's ears long after the sound is gone. She looks to see two dead mares; each laying on the basement floor. Twilight begins to scream, and runs back up the stairs. Covering ground like mad; Twilight runs into the old stallion's room. He lay sleeping on his bed; peacefull as can be. Twilight tries to shake him awake; but to no avail. The Elder has had a heart-attack in his sleep; binding him forever to the land of the stars. She begins to weep at his bedside; and relises that she is all alone in the world.

After a long peroid of sorrow; the mare rases herself. She remembers the parasol that she had recieved earlier that day. Walking into the room that she had slept in; Twilight telikeniticly opens the manilla folder; revealing a letter. She opens it, and reads it out loud.

"Dear Twilight Sparkle of Equestra; I regret to inform you of this darkest news. It seems that the assassination of your mentor has brought us more than greif. An ancient evil known as Xenron has been freed uppon this world; killing with its victims worst fears. Though most ponies and other creatures died because of their worst fear; you did not. Your fear brought the death of others. You fear the death of your friends. You put them into the electric chair(Medaphoricly). I would say the worst is behind you; but it isnt. You are the last pony in Equestria. Good luck. -Spukku Chan (The Elder)-

Finnis.