Anonymou/x/ in Equestria: Part 1

Anonymou/x/ in Equestria: Part 1

>day…  You can’t even keep track anymore
>you’ve been here for a long time
>honestly you miss Earth at little
>Equestria isn’t bad at all; for all intents and purposes, it’s heaven
>you loved to spend time with a certain pink p0ny
>you had dropped by her place after work as you did so often these days
“Listen Pinkie, from what I heard, you’re a mare that enjoys a good scare” you say
“Well of course, it’s really fun to get spooked!  It’s why I love Nightmare Night so much”
>you hang your head
>Pinkie is so much fun, but you’re having a hard time making her understand your problem
>you just can’t get a good scare here
>it’s one thing you really miss more than anything
“That’s my issue, though!  Back on my world, there were really scary things and…  I just can’t find that here” you say
>good horror movies and creepy moments you’ve been part of back on your world are but distant memories
>you can’t even explain how jolly and merry this place is
>the scariest thing that’s happened in years has been Nightmare Night
>p0nies just go apeshit when something has teeth and goes “GRRR”
>you were just falling asleep if not for Rainbow Dash flying around surprising the others
>the epitome of p0ny horror films and media is something along the lines of an old mule that’s missing an eye or something and chases after p0nies
>again, it bored you to death so you don’t remember the details
“Don’t be sad, Nonny, I have a huuuge scary movie collection.  We could watch a bunch of them this weekend, I’m sure one of them is bound to scare you” she replies
>your face is practically dripping with doubtfulness
“Pinkie, I’ve been here for years and I’ve never seen anything remotely spooky.  I think it’s a little hopeless at this point” you say, morose
>the party pone isn’t dissuaded so easily
“Just give it one more chance okay?  This won’t be like all our supernatural exploration trips” she reassures
>you’ve tried to seek out the strange and occult in Equestria
>apart from angry wild animals, the creepiest thing you’ve seen to date is one of Zecora’s weird masks
>seriously that thing seemed to look at you wherever you went
>”Haunted” places in Equestria?
>you’d investigated them all
>just old buildings and ruins that creaked or groaned for one reason or another
>broken windows that would howl in the wind
>you’d figured that in a land of magical pones, there would be at least some kind of strange, scary supernatural apparition once in a while
>but no
>just warm, fluffy small horses doing horse things
“Okay…  Fine.  You better take out the big guns this time, you know I’m hard to creep out”
>the Pinks holds a hoof up in determination
“I’ll scare your pants off, it’s a Pinkie promise” she finishes, bursting with energy
>as usual
>you scratch the top of her head, ruffling her fuzzy mane
>you were tired and had work early again tomorrow
>this scary movie marathon would be welcomed regardless of if it scared you or not
>you’d get to relax and hang out with your Pinkie pal
>it was a good deal and your following days were short, since you had something fun to look forward to
>finally, the weekend rolls around
>Pinkie has everything ready when you show up
>TV is set up with a shelf of movies, snacks on the end table in front of her polka-dot couch
>she turns the lights off and the TV’s static gives you both enough light to navigate in the room
>the mood is good, with the drawn curtains, it’s perfect for a scary movie marathon
“You ready, Anon?” she asks
“Punch it!”
“Anon, I don’t want to break my television…”
“I mean let’s get started” you explain
>this silly mare
>she gently hoofs in the first movie
“The Creeps from Crook Creek”
>you rub your face with exasperation
>oh well, at least the party pone would be entertained
>four hours later
>Pinkie is huddled in the couch as if she’s trying to sink into it
>you can feel her tremors of fright through the cushions
>the current movie has been about a ghost colt that’s been haunting an old house
>they had the actor wear a white bed sheet with holes for the eyes
>you’re nodding off
>Pinkie’s almost panicking
>they’re trying to make it suspenseful in this scene
>the ghost is pretty much just looking at the other characters in the movie through a window, waiting to pounce
>you suddenly spring up
“BOOH!” you yell
>the party p0ny explodes out of her seat, her cry of shrill terror loud and clear
>after a few seconds of panic, Pinkie settles down and starts laughing
“Oh my gosh Nonny, you got me good!  I was so scared…”
>you’re bummed that the movies weren’t frightening but you got a kick out of surprising her
“You should have seen your face” you say, laughing with her
>she settles back down, still chuckling
“I’ll get you back for that” says the Pinks
“I’m shaking in my seat” you mock, rolling your eyes
>settling back down, you wonder if you’ll ever get a good fright again
>you spend the rest of the evening watching Pinkie’s various stages of fright
>the faces she made were priceless and when it was time to go, you were feeling much better
>today was a pretty good day, all things considered


>you are Daisy and you just came home from work
>flower sales are always pretty good in P0nyville, not only do the townsfolk like them for decorations, they’re also quite the treat
>this evening, business was good enough to have you p0nying the stand until sundown
>your hooves ached and you just couldn’t wait to sit down and relax
>grabbing a big plate of carrots, you settle in to the couch to die
>scooting in comfortably, you sigh, kicking your hooves up on the leg rest
>and life was good
>plate of carrots by your side, you pick up a book you’d started last night
>the sun now well under the horizon, you turn on a lamp
>it’s a pretty dark night, no reading by the moonlight
>Luna’s moon is often bright enough to let you do this, but tonight, thick clouds let not a ray of pale illumination through
>the book absorbs you for a while, the windless, still evening providing no break in your concentration
>the silence is complete until there’s knocking at the door
>you jumped a little, coming out of a deep botanic adventure
>Mrs. Flowerpott’s Garden Stories Vol. 3 was really entertaining
>you groan, unwilling to get up and answer the door
>with great reluctance, you lazily make your way to the door
>apart from your light in the living room, your house is so dark you pretty much just walk through by memory before finding the light switches for the porch
“Coming…” you say, completely unenthusiastically
>what could anyone want at this hour?
>you were so content…
>pushing your front entrance open, you peer into the night
“Hello?” you call
>nobody there
>your porch light shines but a few yards out
>beyond that, you can see faint outlines of bushes and houses in the nigh-complete darkness
>the nearest lamppost is twenty paces away, like a beacon in a sea of tar
>the stillness of the air seems to hit you
>there is no wind tonight
>there are no sounds either
>it’s like the whole world has gone to sleep
>you suddenly feel very alone…
“Anyone there?  Come on, this isn’t funny” you say
>it was probably some neighborhood foals being foals
>you groan, rolling your eyes
>darned kids
>you shut the door and canter back to your book
>you sit back into the plush sofa, forgetting about what were probably the silly antics of a few young colts
“Now, where was I…” you mumble out loud, finding your page
>knocking at the door again
>you gotta be kidding…
“Uuurgh!  Not again…” you moan
>you slowly make your way back to the door, heavy-footed with discontent
>darned kids!
>you open the door, your patience coming to an end
>nobody there
>again
“Hello?  Come on out, that’s enough games…” you say
>your voice seems to lose itself in the darkness
>you walk out, going to the left, looking for any youngin’ that might be hiding around
“Snips?  Snails?  If you’re out here, I’ll tell your mothers!” you threaten
>still nothing

[spoiler]To be put on low volume.[/spoiler]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owG1wQXOmEY

>you turn back, going to the right side of your house
>you spring around the right side of your house, expecting to see somep0ny
>nothing, just darkness
>apart from the streetlight out there, it’s like your house is floating in space
>uneasiness makes you clench up
“Y-y-you kids better go home now…” you say, swallowing your nervous feelings
>it was just a dark and quiet night
>you repeated the phrase a few times in your mind, trying to calm yourself
>just dark and quiet, and alone
>you slowly back up towards your house, trying to shake off the cold fear spreading shivers down your back
>you start to turn around, about to head back into your house
>as your head follows your body, your gaze stops on the figure under the streetlight
>a figure that was not there but a second ago, when you’d turned to look to the right of your house
>you snap your head towards the light and your heart stops dead in your chest
>this is no p0ny figure like you’ve ever seen before
>your eyes lock in, and it takes but a fraction of a second for the image to burn itself in your mind
>that fraction of a second was an entire lifetime as you see this shape
>much too tall to be a p0ny, yet on four hooves
>it’s torso was long and thin, longer and thinner than should have been possible
>it was also flat, wider than it was tall
>a torso that was completely wrong for a p0ny
>the legs were jointed backwards, as if the creature had broken its knees and elbows
>too long and thin they were as well, they had an odd, lumpy shape as if the muscles were in the wrong place
>it had pitch black skin, no fur
>the skin was torn and hanging from its body and under the ripped flesh was just more slick, black flesh
>but what captured your sight the most was the creature’s face
>or what you could say was a lack of visage
>the head was bony white, tatters of black skin hanging around the neck
>two ears, both bone white, stuck out stiffly
>the face was featureless, a shapeless off-white blob where two massive, uneven black sockets hung
>one was larger than the other
>two little nostrils above a half-open, dark pit of a mouth
>no lips, just an emptiness in the shapeless head
>it was not looking at you
>you couldn’t move now, utterly frozen in shock and fear
>with all your might, you manage to move a hoof towards your waiting, open door
>you will never forget the cold cracking, snapping sound its broken neck made when it turned to look at you
>the empty, soulless sockets bore deep into your own eyes
>this tips you over the edge of mind-ravaging panic
>your mouth opens, no sound escapes from it
>your very breath is frozen in your lungs
>the creature surges into movement, the disjointed, off-beat movements only made more wrong by how quick the limbs were moving
>out of sync but with terrifying swiftness, the faceless, nameless horror races towards you
>everything goes black