/bootleg/ Nightmare Rare

I told you, man, it works, that…hex…works, she is still back at home, she won’t move, she won’t talk, she won’t do anything as long as I keep my eye on her, who knows what she is doing right now
>the bartender spat on the glass and kept polishing
>”if any of this that you are telling me is actually true and neither of us has lost our minds…”
>you look up at him, hoping for a good advice or maybe some kind of solution that he might be able to provide, just a tiny glimmer of hope growing inside of you
>”…then you are fucked”
Oh c’mon man!
>”who the fuck do you think I am anyway? One of the Ghostbusters? How am I supposed to know how to deal with a demonic…what did you call it?”
>you lower your face, trying to hide your reddening face
…pony…
>you mumble
>you look up, he is stifling a laugh…he is struggling
IM SERIOUS! DUDE!
>”WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE”
D´hawh! Fuck you!
>you get off the stool and walk out of the almost dead bar, that was your last stop since you got out of work, you can’t procrastinate anymore, you have to go to bed
>a quick glance at your digital watch gives you the hour
>2:57am
Maybe I could stay at a motel…
>you pat your wallet through your pockets, it feels unusually light and slender
Of course…the drinks…
>you wished the walk back home would have taken longer, you did your best to drag your feet as you walked, but eventually, you made it back home
>playing with your keys, you steel yourself and take deep breaths
>you open the door
>for the first time since last week, your apartment feels truly empty
Please be gone, please be gone, please be gone
>you almost chanted but kept it as a low mumble
>keys were thrown at the glass bowl, coat was hanged and shoes left in the tiny basket next to the main door
Please be gone, please be gone
>you kept mumbling as you walked back to your room
>the lights where off, the intermittent red and purple lights from the electronic billboard spilling from the blinds of your only window on top of the bed header was the only source of light
Oh thank god…
>everything was just how you left it
>pants were still hanging on the bed and the scissors were still poking out of the bag of fabrics, so nothing has been moved yet
Maybe she finally got fed up and leaved
>you quickly changed to your night clothes, the fear that she may appear as you lifted your shirt over your head lingered for far longer than you would have liked it to
>but so far, no sign of her
>you hopped into bed and tried to relax
>the intermittent red and purple tones of your bed made your eyelids feel heavier after certain time
She is gone
>you whispered and let your head fall to its side, finally accepting your dreams into your head and giving your final blinks of consciousness
>but there she was, looking at you from the top of your night table, her white fur turning red and purple every few seconds thanks to the billboard´s light
>her yellow-ish eyes didn’t move from yours and her human-ish mouth didn’t moved as always
>a final adrenaline rush surged through your body, but it wasn’t enough to keep you from falling asleep
>you scream as your eyes popped open
>your body feels heavy and tired, a rush of emotions runs through your mind as you try to get up from bed, but…something…is not letting you do it
>whatever it is, it’s not even letting you move your head…who are you kidding? You know exactly what it is
>just by moving your eyes, you try to find her, something hard to accomplish since your range of vision is pretty limited right now
>just now you realize the feel of a small pressure on your cheek, yeah, that’s a hoof
>you take a quick and sharp breath through your teeth
>she is sitting right next to your head, you can’t really see her very well, you can’t even look at her eyes hiding behind her mane, but you can FEEL her staring down at you
>this was a bad moment to remember the rules that you HAD to figure out
>as long as you have any amount of vision on her, she can’t move, it’s almost like living with a non-lethal version (so far) of SCP-173
>a drop of sweat runs down your forehead, down your cheek and disappears into the fur of her hoof
>your breathing gets heavier and slightly faster
>then, there was the second rule, you have to apologize for interrupting her
>you know what you have to do, you don’t want to do it, but you have to
>while struggling and, for some reason, with a considerable amount of muscular pain on your neck, you are able to turn your head JUST enough to let your eyes get a better look at her
>her horn looks like it’s about to fall in pieces and what little of her face you are able to see looks exhausted and ready to die
>her mane was a mess, you were able to count 3 single strings of grey hair and a big wrinkle under her right eye
Im sorry…
>you whispered
…I didn’t mean to
>and you closed your eyes
>after a few seconds, her hoof gently stroked your cheek and just like that, the pressure on your cheek disappeared
>you reopened your eyes and let out a whimper in-between chokes when you saw an empty space where she used to be
>you felt the stiffness of your body disappear and quickly get up on your bed
>you patted your legs and chest, shortly after, you did your best to stabilize your breathing
>after your breathing got to a regular pace, you look at your digital clock, next to where she used to be
>3:33am
Dammit, not now…
>you look at your pair of pants hanging on the bed´s footer
Guess that´ll do…
>you took the scissors out of your bag of fabrics and the pair of pants then and walked to the main door of your apartment
>you cut several holes in the pants and leave the mess of fabric next to the door
There, just how you like it
>that was the third rule, after an apology is given, a small sacrifice must be offered in order to appease her
>you go back to sleep, hoping she enjoys the offering
Im gonna miss those pants
>you wake up with an orange light hitting you in the face, the morning sun finally replaced that obnoxious red and purple billboard
>you take a quick look at your clock
>12:00am
>12:00am
>12:00am
>Why is it blinking? You wonder
Maybe it ran out of batteries…gotta remember to get more
>you drag yourself out of the bed and look for your slippers
>after a few moments, you found them next to your night table
>you put them on and went to the kitchen for a small breakfast
>a banana and glass of milk will do
>you dip the banana into your glass of milk as you walk to your David Hasselhoff Beach Edition Calendar hanging on your fridge
>today is…666/666/666
Man, already? Time sure does flies when-wait a minute…
>you look at your clock again
>12:00am
>12:00am
>12:00am
if it ran out of batteries…then why is it still on?
>you look back at the calendar
>every day was marked as 666
Fuck! not again!
>you finish your breakfast as fast as you could while running back to your room and look out the window
Gooood Dammit…
>that wasn’t the sun illuminating your face when you woke up
>those are the fiery flames of hell fueled by cursed and damned souls and spirits
>you quickly change back to your everyday clothes and run back to the main door
>your ruined pants are still there
>She hasn’t repaired them yet, that explains why
>this was the third time that this has happen
>the first time you came here when you accidently interrupted some kind of summoning process that she was doing, you still have to clean that pentagram on your bathroom wall
>it took four days “I-HT” (In-Hell Time) to figure out how to go back home
>you had to ask help from some succuby and demons, but you made it back MOSTLY intact
>…your ass still bleeds from time to time and you are pretty sure your soul is damned to burn for eternity
>when you came back, it only passed a couple of hours
>the second time you came here was because you accidently threw away some fabrics that kept appearing on your room not knowing that she brought those…big mistake
>took over a month of “I-HT” and the tuxedo that you used to wear every single day along with your green mask…now you only have the mask
Man, I miss that tuxedo…
>you say as you look how a flying tentacle-eyeball flies away in the distance and suddenly gets devoured by a magma-whale
>now who knows how much time will it take to go back this time
>you move away from the window and go back to the front door
>you pick up your pants and open the door
>you are greeted by a heat wave hitting you in the face and the sounds of hellish screams assaulting your ears
Welp…time to find her…again
>you take out your keys and lock the door of your apartment
>then, you jump the river of lava that surrounds your apartment, it’s weird, you live in the fifth floor, but the entire building is missing, you can still see some of the rebar peeking out of corners of your walls
>you have gone to sleep twice now, that means at least two days of “I-HT” have passed since you left your apartment
>at least that’s what you think, you are not really sure, there is no sun down here but it sure feels like you are walking on it
>you are down to your underwear and using a demon´s bladder as a makeshift backpack
>you had to kill it in order to pass one of the many gates scattered around hell
>That was one hell of a fight
Hehe…
>you chuckle at your own pun as you reach the ledge of a cliff
Thas a lot´o spikes down there…better turn back and walk around this cliff…
>you do turn around, but freeze in place
>that’s not who you are looking for, but it might be able to help
>also, it wasn’t there when you reached the ledge, did it just appeared out of nowhere?
>it was laughing, it had a feminine voice, so you started calling it a “she”
>you still had your doubts calling stuff down here by pronouns
>fucking futa-demons and trap-imps…they are still fuckable though
>her fur was a dark pink, it looked sticky and it had a lot of dark-ish spots around her, probably dried blood or something
>her hair was really puffy and fluffy, it looked so soft and comfy…also red as blood
>finally, huge grin, deep and long eye bags, every part of her face was twitching at variant degrees of intensity
Umm, excuse me, im looking for Rarity, do you know where she is?
>you assumed she knew her, after all, she look pretty similar to her, what with the human-ish face and all of that
>she turned around and started bouncing away, beckoning you to follow her
>and so you did
>a few hours into the walk, you noticed her mark on her leg, it was in the shape of balloons
>except this wasn’t like Rarity´s mark
>Rarity´s, despite her somewhat unkempt fur, looked clean and stylized, almost like a tattoo
>this one looked like it was iron-branded, it looked scarred and as if it were really badly infected at some point
Pinkie? Is tha-
>you were interrupted by a sudden cry of agony
>her head turned 180 degrees and her neck snapped with a loud crack
>you didn’t even get to finish the question before she jumped at you and started screaming at your face, hugging it somehow and not letting go despite your best efforts to get her away from you
>it was like a face-hugger
>she started biting your face, a few chunks of flesh being ripped apart from it
IM SORRY IM SORRY!
>but apologizing didn’t work, she was still at it
>then you remember that this was supposed to be Pinkie, or at least you hoped that was the case
I´LL GET YOU SOME CANDY! I SWEAR! JUST STOP! STOP!
>and just like that, she jumped off your face and continued bouncing away
>you carefully touched your face
Fuck! She is stronger than she looks…
>you stood up and kept following her at a relative safe distance
Well…that’s a rule…don’t say her name
>after a day or so of walking, the burning flames of hell were slowly replaced by some strings and fabrics hanging down from the infinite darkness above you, how that worked? You had no idea
>far in the distance you saw a castle made out of cloth and patches
Guessing she is in there…Thanks Pink-
>you stopped yourself before finishing her name
>she looked ready to snap but didn’t
…I´ll be on my own for now
>you took a step before feeling a tug on your underwear
>she was climbing your leg and up your torso until she reached the “backpack”
Oh, right, your candy
>she jumped into the bag and pulled out the head of some smaller demon you killed before
>she popped one of its eyes out with her tongue and munched on it
>you did your best not to barf and continued walking, you had a castle to reach
>after a few hours of walking (and turning around every 5 minutes making sure Pinkie didn’t followed you) the spiky rocks that protruded out of the ground and the fire and lava that used to be hell´s regular landscape slowly transformed into a forest of sewing articles, crochet needles acted as the trunk of trees and colorful patches of cloth acted as leaves
>the ground became the same texture as a sofa cushion, big buttons included
>you jumped a couple of times, confirming its bouncy properties
Well…not exactly what I expected, but I know something is wrong here…
>you turned around, a feeling of unease slowly creeping up on you
>you shuddered and patted the chunks of missing flesh on your face to try to distract you from that feeling
>they are sticky and sting a little but healing quickly
Better hurry up
>you kept walking for another couple of hours
>after a while, the temperature descended to “not burning you alive” levels and decided to get dressed again
>you pulled out your clothes from your “backpack” and realized you never changed into something adequate for hell cruising, just your comfy pants, a wife-beater and your slippers
>you put your night clothes on while cursing and continue walking
>what you think was another night came and went, you didn’t get a lot of rest but it was enough to keep you on your feet
>looks like you are halfway there, but there is still a long way to go
>suddenly, a small group of dolls shaped like ponies jumped out of a bush made out of crochet
>the patches on their bodies were colorful and had trivial shapes
>they held different kind of needles as staffs to poke you
Ow! Hey stop that! That thing is pointy
>you shove them away with a single foot since they weren’t bigger than an orange or apple
>they all fall and struggle to stand up again
>you see how an eye-button falls from one of them and pathetically crawls to find it
Aww now I feel bad for these guys…
>you lift it and pick up its button
Here you go litt-OH SHIT!
>there is a bloody human eye where the eye-button is supposed to be
>you drop it and stomp on it
>the little pony doll gets squished under your slippers in a pool of blood and bones
>yet, it still moves, almost as if wanting to rearrange itself
>a teeth and what looks like a kidney wiggle in place, trying to get close to each other
>the same happen with its eyes…
…Three…four…fi-why do you have 6 eyes?! Fuck that!
>you jump over the small group of dolls and run for it
I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG HERE!
>after running non-stop for another couple of hours you finally fall exhausted and rest next to a bush of crochet
I (pant) fucking (pant) hate (pant) hell (pant)
>you rest your head on the bush and close your eyes for a moment to catch your breath
>you hear a small toy horn in the distance
Fuck, they are catching up, can’t stop now
>you stand up once again and continue you marathon
>as you jogged, you noticed that the colorful leaves slowly became dull and desaturated
Must be getting clo-UGH!
>you slammed into the main door of the castle, knocking the air out of your lungs for a second
Fu(wheeze)uk! What is it with stuff suddenly appearing out of nowhere?
>you lay your hand on top of the cloth that makes up the castle walls and door
And why is this so rough?
>the castle it’s the only thing with some regular color that you can see around
>the toy horn sounds once again
Fuck…HEY! ANYONE THERE!? COULD YOU OPEN THE DOOR? I WANT IN…
>a few seconds pass with no answer
ANYONE?
>nothing
I CAME TO TALK TO RARITY! THIS IS HER CASTLE, RIGHT?
>the cushie main door opens almost instantly, despite being made of patches, it sounded like a concrete wall slamming into another wall
I´ll take that as a yes
>you waste no time and run inside, the door slams behind you
>despite its colorful exterior, the interior is completely in black and white
Great, more black and white…
>you move one of your shoulders in circles, trying to ease a small pain and stretch a little to relax
>despite the eerie interior, you feel safe, as if there is nothing here at all that could hurt you
>you are currently standing in what seems to be the castle´s lobby
>there are chairs, a few tables and a fountain in the middle of the big room, everything still in monochromatic tones, the walls are completely made out of patches and stiches
>you can see 3 corridors, 1 in each side of the room and 1 directly in front of you, that one is the biggest
If this is a castle and if what I know about castles is true, then that corridor leads to Rarity´s throne room
>at least you hoped it did, you are tired of surprises already
>you start walking to the main corridor, the fluffy floor shapes around your flip-flops every time you take a step
Kinda lonely in here…I like it, could use some color though
>halfway through the corridor, you notice some portraits sewed on the walls
>her human-ish eyes feel like they are staring down your very soul, kinda unnerving, but at the same time, there is something charming about it
>being able to look at her without fearing for your sanity and soul made you notice the finer details on her face, she almost looks like a mature woman, serious, with a professional look but at the same time, something wild is hiding behind her stare
>it almost…sexy
No, anon, don’t!...Don’t do that, don’t go that way, you know it’s just a trap
>you shake your head and continue walking after you noticed that you completely stopped to admire the portrait
>you reach the end of the corridor, a big wooly door blocking your way, looks pretty ornated and royal-y, must be the door to her throne room
>you push it, hoping it would open side by side, but instead, it moves like the drapes of a curtain
>there is a throne, there are woolly statues of more ponies
>but there is no Rarity
1, 2, 3…9…10 statues, Hmm, I was expecting some demonic amount like 666 or 13
>the room was impossibly dark, it had no walls, no floor, no ceiling
>a lonely throne sat in the middle of the “room” with a red carpet going all the way from the “door” to the throne
>that, along with the statues, was all you could see in here, nothing else, no furniture, no light sources, nothing
>you step closer to the statues...plushies? Giving the fact that they are made out of wool they might as well be giant pony plushies
>they look…decent, not “show accurate” but not deformed neither, there is something uncanny about them, but you just can’t put your finger on what it is
>there were 5 on each side of the red carpet
>they are all holding big needles as swords except for the 2 closest to the throne
>those 2 have scissors…BIG scissors
>you stare at them for a few moments
>they are making you nervous
>you look away and head to the throne
This is the cheapest throne I’ve seen…
>you knock on it a couple of times
Plastic?
>it has a red cushion on it, most likely for Rarity´s comfort
>you turn around and sit on it while looking to its sides, trying to find a comfortable position to sit
Feels like sitting in the last available chair in a party…
>you finally find the most comfortable position and lift your head, hoping for Rarity to appear soon
>but as soon as you did, you almost crapped your pants, not for the fact that you were surrounded by every statue, aiming their needle-swords at you and the 2 statues with the scissors were standing next to your side with their scissors wide open
>no, you almost crapped your pants, because Rarity was halfway through the red carpet and for the first time, her face looked different…angry
>and yet, nobody moved
>First, chills ran down your back
>then, you stood up as soon you realized you were still sitting on her throne
OH SH!-HEY! HELLO! I WASN’T- I DIDN’T-oh man im so dead
>or at least, as close as you could ever be, you are already in hell, you can’t die here
I was just…making sure it was comfy for you! Yeah!
>you pat the little cushion on top of the chair
Here you go!
>you don’t and will NOT take your eyes out of her, you are too scared to know what would happen if she moves
>your big fake smile seems to be working, she hasn’t moved yet, although you know you are lying to yourself, she will move the moment you take your eyes off of her
Hey, im ju-im just gonna…
>you start taking small and slow steps across the red carpet, doing your best to keep every statue in your sights as well as Rarity but you reach a point where taking another step forward would put at least a statue out of your sight, even if for a moment, you can’t risk that
>so, now, you are standing right in front of her throne, blocking her path, she does NOT look happy and your eyes are starting to itch
>you do your best not to blink
This is not what it looks like, I promise, I just-
>your eyes are burning
-came to bring you this
>you reach for your backpack and pull out your torn pants
>accepting your fate, you steel yourself for the eternal pain and close your eyes
>you feel some shuffling around you and something taking your pants off your hands
>several pointy things poke you on the neck, most probably the needle-swords
>a sharp pressure on your back makes you wince but it does not tear any skin off
>rather, it pushes you and makes you turn around
>you open your eyes and are greeted with a Rarity on her throne, lying on her side almost as if she were relaxing
>she is looking at you, just barely, the small hint of a smile on her face, your pants on her hooves
>you stare at her for a few seconds, then you feel two sharp pieces of metal slowly sliding across your neck
>SNAP
AAAHH!
>you wake up, sweating, hyperventilating and for some reason, cold
>your bed feels wet with sweat and the first rays of sunlight entering through your window feel like both a blessing and a bunch of needles in your eyes
>you reach for your clock in your nightstand
>4:47am
>you let yourself fall back onto your bed, a huge weight off your back
Im out…
>you slide your hands across your face, making sure to remove whatever trace of sweat you have and close your eyes for a minute
Today is Monday...
>Fuck the office, you just had the worst nightmare ever, except this one wasn’t a figment of your imagination
>you open your eyes and get off of bed
>I said, you open your eyes, and get off of bed…
>…
>why can’t you get up?
>you try looking down to the bed´s footer but instead stare down at Rarity, sitting on your chest
>your blood pressure must have risen to a 1000 or dropped to -1000 because you are feeling very hot and cold at the same time
>knowing that she won’t move until you let her move, you reluctantly close your eyes
>fear invades you and drop of sweat slides down your cheek
>you feel how she stand up on your chest and slowly walks across it and reaches your face
>your hair moves to a side and a strange warm sensation tickles your ear
>>”you didn’t had to do that for me, anon”
>the whisper melted in your ear and inside your head
>you open your eyes and are finally able to get off of bed
>you run to the bathroom and are pleasantly surprised when you see a familiar pentagram is now missing from your wall
>better take a proper shower now that you can, you are tired of taking sponge baths in your kitchen
>after the bath and some breakfast you decide to take a walk to clear your mind
>before heading to the door, you took a peek out of the window and confirmed that, in fact, you are back among the living
>you took a step out and then realized
Wait a minute…did she talked to me?