(Bat) Nightmare Night

>It's Nightmare Night.
>Your least favorite night of the year.
>Really, not even because of the ponies that run around knocking on doors and asking for candy.
>Because of your ponies.
>They always get up to some silly shenanigans that stress you out.
>Hopefully tonight will be different.
>You know it won't, but it doesn't hurt to hope.
>"Anon!"
>Instantly, your hope is crushed.
>Hooves stomp against wood as she runs downstairs and into the living room.
>"I'm ready."
>She stands there, her dull orange eyes staring up at you, a small smile on her face.
>You can barely see her dark turquoise mane underneath all of the...
>Toilet paper.
>"I'm a mummy."
>She used all of the toilet paper to wrap herself up.
>You sigh and place your head in your hands.
>You feel a headache coming on.
>"Are we gonna go?"
"Aren't you too old for this?"
>"You're never too old for Nightmare Night."
>Loud whirring echoes from the basement as the house rumbles.
>"Besides, Sirocca wants to go."
>The frame of the living room door explodes as a very large mechanized robot bursts through it.
>"I'm ready!"
>You look up to find Sirocca manning a well-crafted set of power armor.
"This is silly. Go take that off and put a normal costume on."
>"HERETIC!"
>She grabs you with the cold steel grip of the armor, turns toward the door, and carries you out.
>Speck follows with a skip in her step.
>Nightmare Night sucks.