Spooky Scary Fluttershy

>Winds whips around me in a flurry
>The very air seems to scream in angry, or perhaps fear
>All I can hear is her screaming
>The monster came and took her away
>Away, into the woods
>I try to follow them, chasing and running
>But there's no sign of them
>I weep on the leaves covered ground
>The wind whips around in a signature pattern
>There's a storm tonight
>And there is a pain in my chest
>Everything swirls, the wind and the pony scream
>The pain in my chest flares and pulses rhythmically
>Small twigs scrape against my twig
>In a small puddle, I'm able to see a reflection of the monster above me
>He's large, with terrible eyes
>His mouth contorts into a horrible scream
>I try to run, but I'm lifted into the air
>Claws scratch at me and tear my flesh
>Pain fills my body
>I scream and cry
>There's only so much pain you can take before passing out
>The pain I feel goes far beyond that
>The world goes dark and I slip away from the danger
>Slowly, the world bleeds back in
>There was a storm last
>I know because I was standing outside
>There are leaves strewn around the road as I walk down it
>The streets are filled with whispers
>Whispers from ponies
>Whispers about me
>The purple one approaches first
> "Are you hurt? You're bleeding a lot!"
>I stared at her for a moment
>Those eyes were like hers
>And with that, I slip away again‏
>There was some screaming, but it was over quick
>I dream I was there, under the tree
>The yellow one
>Her coat was a soaked
>I saw it
>I saw when she died‏
>I wake up in the library
>The cold floor reminds me of the dirt
>Or was it the branch?
>I sit up and see the nurse look at me in shock
> "You startled me!" she says with a laugh
> "I tried to get fluttershy but she wasn't home"
>I know where she was
>Lost in the woods‏
>They ask me some questions and I try to answer
>something was missing, I can tell it was gone...
>Was it my name?
>Was it my face?
>No, those were hers
>Buried away, where the bad things are
>Lost
>Lost in the woods‏
>They mention fluttershy again
>Was that her name
>I try to speak, but start crying
>They look at me worried
>Why was I crying?
>Oh right, the monster‏
> "What's wrong?"
"T-the beast. H-he...h-he k-killed her..."
> "Killed her?! Something killed Fluttershy?"
>The purple started to tear up
>She must have been close
>The nurse comforts the purple one
>I feel bad
>But I had to kill the beast
>I promise revenge
>She says it's pointless‏
>I get up, drunk from the blood loss
>Where was my wound?
>Oh right, in my chest
>I leave as she calls after me
>But I know the way
>She follows soon after, others in tow
>Some were crying, others were fuming
>And I just felt bad
>The wound in my chest hurts from the walk
>But I must get the beast
>I must kill it first
>Where was the monster?
>We're moving in circles
>I feel dizzy
>Drunk and confused
>My vision is hazy and dripping with red
>There was a storm last night
>The road is filled with whispers
>Whispers of ponies
>Whispers about me‏
>We keep moving
>Why do they still follow me
>The woods get darker as we go
>Something happened last night
> "What does the thing look like?" asks one in the crowd
"Large" I say coldly
>They wait for more, but it's all I know
>The beast had loomed over her
>Fangs in it's mouth...
>With blood in his eyes...
>And was screaming when he ran to the woods
>But the beast had seen me
>The beast knows about me
>He will kill me
>Each step I take I know is closer to my death
>My chest hurts again
>Every moment from now on would be agony
>Knowing about the beast
>The beast would be watching
>He's watching me now
>My heart beats faster
>My legs join it's pace
>Why did it do this?
>Had seeing it angered it somehow?
>No
>I know why
> "W-why are you running?" they call from behind
>The beast wants me alive
>It wants to show me something
>Show me my grave‏
>It was agony in my chest
>Why was it beating so fast
>The breaths come in ragged bursts
>Pain fills my heart till it's nothing but black
>I start to pass out when I hear their voices
> "Oh god it's blood!"
> "Is it his blood? Or the monsters?"
> "Oh god, what's that smell?"
>Why were they here?
>This isn't there grave
>How dare they try to steal your grave from you‏
>There was a storm last night
>Leaves covered the road as thick the whispers
>Whispers about me
>The road was my green mile
>But it would be mine
> "Hey, why are you stopping?" the purple one asks
>I open my mouth, but nothing comes out
>Tears blur my eyes
>The monster was here
>I didn't even have the solace of my own grave
>All of them here, I wasn't alone
>Or rather, wasn't in private
> "Hello? What's the... O-oh...oh my Celestia!" she shouts as she approaches
>The monster was mad
>His plan had been foiled
>Wait, why did I...
>There was a storm last night
>Everyone was in there homes except me and Fluttershy
>And the beast
>I saw her and she saw me
>But she didn't see me first, she saw the monster
>The monster doesn't like to be seen
>The monster wants to be left alone
>And he comes out to bleed‏
> "Fluttershy..." the purple tried to say
>She choked on her tears
>I look down at my hands
>Covered in blood
>There is a wound on my chest
>There was a storm last night
>There was a pain in my heart
>And Fluttershy was dead
>The beast had killed her
>But she'd done something first
>When the beast had grabbed her, by her soft, soft neck
>She'd kicked at his chest
>A branch got stuck to her hoof and ripped up the beast with each kick
>The branch fell down when lightning had struck it
>There was a storm last night
>And only two people felt it
>Not Fluttershy, who'd seen it
>But the beast
>And I‏
>The beast started whining
>He wanted to kill
>He tossed me into my grave
> "What did you do?!" he shouted through them
> "What's wrong with you?! MONSTER!" they shouted and screamed
>Not I, the monster had killed her
>Why could they not see?
>Why were they blaming me?
>I start to cry
>They hit my chest
>There's a wound in my chest
> "BASTARD!" she shouts
>I'm so very scared
>I'm not a monster
>The monster's a killer, covered in red
>He felt the storm, it drove him out
>The monster he forced me to go out that night
>Made me to watch
>As Fluttershy cried and begged for life
>How could I be that monster?

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