Call of Der'Phulhuy

>You are Anonymous
>An Anon is you.
>Have fun with that.

>Chillin' in your crib.
>Actin' all cool.
>No more B-Ball to be played however.
>Hear a knock at the door.
>Check your peep hole.
>See two skewed up eyes on a gray face.
>Open the door.
>Derpy gets on the floor.
>"Haiya Anon!"
>What a pleasant surprise! It's not Fuckershy!
"Hey there Derp-I MEAN DITZY DOO."
>Look around as three men in suits watch from the distance.
"What brings you around?"
>She smiles and picks up a small bag.
>"I brought ya Breakfast!"
>You just finished eating dinner.
"Oh, that's so wonderful. Come on in side!"
>You let Derpy in, and she prances up to your dinner table and pours the bag out.
>Surprise! It's MUFFINS.

>You see Bran, Lemon-Poppyseed, Strawberry, Blueberry, Chocolate..
"Hey, Derpy?"
>"Yeh Anon?"
>Her Crossed eyes and scrunched up smile look up at you.
>Your heart is melting.
"Want to have Dessert with me?"
>She hops up into a chair and plops her butt down.
>You snarf down two Muffins in rapid succession.
>You finish the Chocolate muffin and remark, absently
"Man, this is pretty good. Almost as good as Cupcakes."
>You feel a cold tingle down the back of your neck.
>Derpy stops eating.
>"What... Did you say?"
>Oh shit pony, what have you done.
>You fidget nervously as she half-fixes you with a confused expression.
"Uhm.. I said that these are.. Almost as good as.."
>Now you're scared.
>The doped up, serene smile is gone.
>Oh shit.
>Her lazy eye is slowly moving towards you.
>The air is growing cold.
>There's a scratching in the walls as your sight begins to tunnel vision.
>You can hear a scratching cord play out.
>"Are you saying Cupcakes are better than Muffins?"
>The darkness is grabbing at your mind now, as both eyes fix upon you, burning with impossible light.
>What the fuck have we done?!

>You can hear them, scratching in the walls.
>What are they?
>You fall over your seat, looking at Derpy in horror.
>Your mind demands you look away but you cannot.
>She floats above you, her wings beating slowly.
>You hear a crash behind you.
>You manage to muster the will to look away, and you see it.
>From your wall socket, a Muffin is oozing out.
>it bounces and writhes, before rolling towards you.
>Finally, primeval terror overtakes you, and you scream.
>You scramble up the stairs, the unholy thumping in the walls growing louder.
>You hear a thousand voices upon Derpy's own.
>"The Muffins Come. They rise, and they shall consume you whole."
>Your ears are bleeding from their grating noise as your walls begin to crack and buckle
>Your voice is growing hoarse from you shrill, constant shrieks.
>You top the stairs only to see the darkness stretch on before you.
>Thousands of doors in your upper floor, when it was supposed to be only two.
>You turn back, and see Derpy slowly coming after you, muffins rolling up the steps after you.
>Your mind begins to unravel as you try to rip your gaze away from this unholy sight.

>You scramble on all fours, trying desperately to rise.
>The distance never grows closer, you never get any closer to a door.
>You turn to look behind you, and isntantly regret it.
>You watch as a massive wall of Muffins barrels towards you.
>You panic, and reach out for anything.
>SUCCESS
>You grab the door knob and wrench open the door, slamming it closed behind you.
>You move a chair up against the knob, just as you hear a crash.
>The Muffins....
>They're trying to force their way in.
>You can hear them, they're in the walls.
>You pile everything you can against the door.
>You can see them, trying to get through the walls, the ceiling, the floor.
>Plaster is going everywhere.
>That infernal mushing and scratching won't stop!
>You curl up in a ball in a corner, muttering in total horror.
"I hear them scratching inside the walls always screaming always writhing they never stop they never go away..."
>You Shiver in total helplessness as planks begin to snap in the supports themselves.
"... I can't block them out I can't stop them I hear them scratching inside the walls always..."
>Muffins are pouring into the room.
>They roll towards you, bumping into one another as they move.
>Your sanity has long sense left, as you scream your manta, trying to hold on to what little is left. "SCREAMING ALWAYS WRITHING NEVER STOPPING! NEVER STOPPING! NEVER..."

".. Always... Always..."
>You rock back and forth in your comforting strait jacket as you are wheeled into the back of the van.
>"I'm sorry, Miss Doo, but we're afraid he'll have to spend the rest of his days in the psychiatric ward of the hospital."
>Derpy looks down at her hooves, crying.
>"But.. I just don't know what went wrong.."
>Silly Derpy.
"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Der'Pulhuy Pon'lyehvil wgah'nagl fhtagn!"
>Insanity isn't my Fetish.