Anon - The night of the yellow moon

>Such a beautiful full moon
>You gaze at it on the cloudless night sky as it shines bright yellow and casts its eerie yet tranquil light upon Equestria
>You are Anonymous and you could not help but to go on a stroll on such a perfect night
>It’s really light out thanks to the moon, and the air is slightly crisp from the approaching autumn
>You just walk about on the dirt road towards the center of the village while taking in this eerie beauty you have not seen so often
>That is until you see a familiar mothpony on the road, back towards you as she stares up
>You can not see her face, only the back of her head, but you know that it’s Squeak standing there
>”Squeak, sup?”
>You wait for Squeak to turn around and give you one of her cute silly smiles before rushing to hang out with you
>But instead, she does not react in any way
>Well that’s weird...
>You walk up to Squeak and poke her on her butt with your finger
>”Equestria to Squeak...”
>Aaaand no reaction
>You sigh and gaze upwards
>She’s staring at the moon
>Maybe she’s gotten enchanted by it due to moth senses? That’s weird, you remember Meisa telling you that the moon should not be able to do that
>But you have to admit, you have never seen the moon so bright, and big
>You sigh and walk in front of Squeak so you can snap her out of it
>”Squeak what ever am I going to do w-AAAAAAAAAH!”
>You jump back a bit in shock while letting out a girly yell
>Squeaks face is fixed in a silent scream
>Her mouth hangs open, all the muscles on her face contracted and her eyes wide as saucers like she was fearing for her life
>Shaken, you grasp Squeak by her shoulders and give her body a little shake
>”Squeak! You ok? What’s wrong?!”
>Squeak doesn’t react any way, her whole body is tense and you can barely shake her, and she shows no signs of reacting
>In panic you turn your head around to see if there’s anyone around to help you

>You spot a form of a mothpony sitting down on the road some ways from Squeak
>”I’ll be right back!”
>You take off and sprint towards the outline of a moth sitting down
>”Hey can you help? There’s something wrong with my friend an-“
>You stop
>It’s Hexferry, sitting down on the dirt road and starring at the moon
>And her face is the same way as Squeaks
>You quickly take off running towards the village down the road
>You’ve got to find help
>The cold air whistles in your ears as you run as fast as you can
>Soon enough you reach the village center, and as you see almost all the moths in the town standing in the centre of it, unmoving, cold dread takes over your heart
>”M-moths?”
>No answer, you steel your heart and walk up to them to take a glance
>And what you see is a sea of silent screams
>Panic hits you
>What is this? What are you supposed to do now?
>In desperation you kick a barrel next to you
>The barrel falls down and makes a loud noise, making you wince
>”Goddam...”
>You stop talking as you glance up and see that all the mothponies have their head fixed at you
>Some even at unnatural angles
>You freeze as the moths stare at you with eyes as open as they can be, totally unmoving
>You carefully take a few steps and keep a close eye on the moths
>Their heads do not follow
>Freaked out, you turn around to just run away
>But instead you let out a scream an fall flat on your ass
>Hexferry is standing behind you, looking at you with that horrid look on her face
>But what unnerves you the most is how unnaturally angled her head seems to be
>”H-Hexferry?”

>Hexferry says nothing, just stands there like a statue, her gaze and face pointed at where you were standing just before falling down
>You glance behind yourself and what you see makes your blood run cold once again
>All the moths are now staring right at you on the ground
>But that is not what scares you the most
>Some of them have moved, now standing closer to you
>And you just take off running towards your own house
>You take a look behind yourself every now and then but find no mothponies following you
>Every time you turn to look back before you your heart feels like stopping as you fear you might see them before you, standing still with that god awful expression on their face
>You do not even care if it’s a prank, you just want to get home
>You see your house, illuminated by the glow of the moon and rush in
>You quickly slam the door shut and lock the door
>And then you collapse and catch your breath while resting against the door and listening for any sounds
>It’s dead quiet, except with a few night critter sounds here and there
>Exhausted and heart beating fast you get up and make your way to the window
>You move the blin-NO!
>NO JUST NO!
>You breathe hard as your heart pounds like it is going to burst out of your chest as you sit there on your floor as the blinds fall to cover the window once again
>Behind your window was Squeak
>Or at least something that looked like Squeak
>What ever it was it looked like its face was melting
>There is a thud against your window now and you jolt
>And another

>And then you hear something hit your door
>And other windows, the walls...
>It is like your house is under a large hailstorm as the sounds keep growing louder and louder
>With tears forming in your eyes you just put your hands over your eyes and lie there on your floor drowning the voices out while repeating a calming mantra in your mind
>It’s not real; this is a dream, not real, not happening, not real...
>Soon you just stop thinking and loose consciousness
>...
>The birds chirping
>What... why are you on your floor?
>Last night...
>A cold shudder runs down your body
>You shift around to get u-
>You freeze
>Hooves
>Countless of hooves on your floor, standing still
>You feel your eyes water again as your lip trembles as you lie there, too scared to move nor look up at their faces...