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// Monsters 
// Story: Onigokko 
// by GWFan 
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Apple Bloom sighed, looking left, right, left again, and straight ahead.  For the third time she, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle had come to an intersection.  Unfortunately, none of the streets looked much different from another, other than the names printed on lit signs that seemed all out of order.  5th St. intersected with 10th St.  Earlier 33rd St. had suddenly become 5th and intersected with 49th St. 
“I don’t get it.  How is this even tag?” Apple Bloom finally asked.  “If Twist is really supposed to be ‘it’ then why are we tryin’ to find her?  Shouldn’t she be chasin’ us?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not playing tag just because Twist wants to.  We’re bringing everypony back even if we have to drag them the whole way,” Scootaloo said as she continued down 5th Street.  “Let’s just keep going this way.  Maybe we’ll find the other side of Bronyville or something.”
Having no reason to argue, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle followed.  Other than the sounds of their hooves on the pavement, Bronyville was eerily quiet.  No crickets chirped, owls didn’t hoot, they couldn’t even hear the wind blowing through the trees around the city.  The soft buzz of streetlamps and neon signs had become little more than white noise in their young ears.
“This town makes no sense,” Apple Bloom spoke up again, as she noticed a sign telling her that 5th had become 19th somewhere along the way.  “The streets are confusin’ and all the buildings are so close together, a rat couldn’t squeeze through.  It’s like we ain’t got a choice but to follow the road.”
Sweetie Belle whimpered.  “I just remembered one of the rumors said the town becomes a maze after the game starts.”
“What, you mean the buildings moved or something?  That’s silly,” Scootaloo said.
“Why would anypony build a town like this then?” Apple Bloom asked, noting a mandatory right turn onto North Pkwy.  “Whoever mapped it out did a terrible job.”  They rounded the corner and stopped.  “See what I mean?  Who makes a street that dead-ends at somepony’s house?”
Actually, rather than a house, it looked like a tall apartment building.  The one thing about it that was different from all the other buildings they had passed was that the front door was left wide open.
“Do you think we should go in?” Scootaloo asked.
“Why?  It looks spooky in there,” Sweetie Belle answered.
“Maybe the other kids are in there.  It’s worth a look.”
The Crusaders stood at the entrance, none of them daring to move, despite Scootaloo’s suggestion. 
“Why don’t you go first, Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo finally suggested.
“Me?” Apple Bloom said in surprise.  “It was you’re idea.”  Then she looked up at the building again.  It was just a building.  A really dark building.  Gulping, Apple Bloom poked her head inside and looked around.
The inside was dusty and badly in need of cleaning.  Clearly, nopony had been in there for a long time.  On the other hoof, perhaps not.  That’s when Apple Bloom noticed the ground.  It looked like some of the dust had been brushed aside as if small hooves had trod over them.
“I think maybe Scootaloo’s right.  Let’s check it out.”  
They walked into the open room, which resembled a hotel lobby.  Maybe that’s what the building actually was.  Following the light hoofprints in the dust, the three fillies made their way down a long stretch of hallway until the tracks turned into a cramped little room.  The tracks seemed to end there. 
“I can‘t see a thing,” Scootaloo voiced her opinion.  The room was dark.  They could just make out each other, let alone if the tracks really stopped or not.
“I knew we shoulda brought a flashlight,” Apple Bloom scolded herself.  “I don’t suppose you’ve learned how to light your horn yet, have ya Sweetie Belle?”
“Um, I could try.”  Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and concentrated.  Nothing happened.  The little white unicorn grunted, trying to make a spark or anything, but to no avail.  All three of them jumped when a light suddenly blared in the window.
“What’s that?” Sweetie Belle asked in alarm.
Scootaloo peered out the window and squinted in the light.  “It’s just a big sign.  It says welcome.”
Apple Bloom sighed in relief.  She had almost started to believe that there was a monster coming to get them.  With the light outside, she was able to get a better look around the room and saw something that made her pause in wonder.  “Hey, look at that.” 
Apple Bloom pointed to something on the side of the wall.  Illuminated by the strange light, the fillies examined what appeared to be a picture carved into the wall.  The etching was an archaic depiction of what looked like five creatures, one in the center and the other ones surrounding it at four corners like a square.  The center creature had a circle around it and actually looked somewhat like a pony.  Around each depiction was a series of words, almost completely illegible as if somepony had carved them in a hurry.
“What about it?” Scootaloo asked.
“Look at the one in the middle.  Doesn’t that pony’s face look a lot like the mask Twist was wearin’?”
“You’re right,” Sweetie Belle agreed.  “What do all those words around it say?”
“I’m not sure.  They’re so worn away I can’t hardly read’em.”  Apple Bloom squinted.  “I don’t know.  You think it’s a message left by somepony?”
“I can kind of read some of the other ones,” Scootaloo pointed out.
Apple Bloom examined the four other pictures and saw a larger bolder word directly below each one.  “Let’s see… this one says Spider.”  Apple Bloom rubbed her hoof over the others, trying to clear away some of the dust.  “Whistler… Walker and… Herd.”
The drawings labeled Spider and Walker looked more like ponies, though in rather strange stances seeming to walk on two legs rather than four.  The Whistler almost looked like a big two headed dog and the Herd was just a big blob on the wall.
“I can kinda read this part too,” Apple Bloom exclaimed, noticing more words carved underneath the picture.  “Um…,” The light outside was slowly dimming and the words were getting even harder to read.  “Be… Be warned… Somethin’… game of Onigokko… Somethin’, somethin’, somethin’… they come out… somethin’…,” Apple Bloom rubbed at the carved words again.  “Midnight never ends?” 
Sweetie Belle looked down at the floor and picked up a small sharp rock that had been left there.  She reached up and jaggedly carved out a small line on the wall.  It could have easily been the same rock used to make the etching.  “Why do you think somepony carved this?  Does it mean something?”
“Maybe to scare kids coming to play Onigokko?” Scootaloo suggested.
“Or maybe it’s the missin’ kids tryin’ to have fun with us,” Apple Bloom said, looking at the dust covered ground again.  There was a barely visible trail of brushed dust, just like earlier, that led to a door.  It was probably a closet.  “Twist, Sunny Days, we know you’re hidin’ in there!” Apple Bloom stormed over to the closet.  “This better not be a practical joke, Archer!”
Apple Bloom opened the door. 
It was a closet, but there was nothing in it.  Almost.  There was a strange substance on the ground that looked sort of like ketchup.  It took Apple Bloom a moment to notice that there was more on the wall.  It looked like something had briefly been leaning there.  But why would somepony put ketchup…?
Apple Bloom silently closed the door.  Looking around her hooves, she saw another set of hoofprints in the dust, only these ones were much larger and seemed to drag across the ground in-between steps.  The hoofprints were like Big Macintosh’s, except maybe bigger.  It almost looked like whoever had made them had suddenly appeared at the entrance of the room.  
“Maybe we should go.”  Without waiting for a response from the other two, Apple Bloom walked out of the room and back down the hall.  That couldn’t have been blood.  Of course it was ketchup.  The other kids were just trying to scare them.  Apple Bloom tried to convince herself of that as they arrived back in the lobby.
Trying to relax, Apple Bloom glanced around the room and noted another open door that led outside.  Just outside in the light fog, she could make out a street that crossed in front of the building.  It must have been a back way out.
“Is something wrong, Apple Bloom?” Sweetie asked as Apple Bloom headed for the door.
“Course not.  What makes you say that?”  Apple Bloom took a few deep breaths.  This wasn’t much different from Princess Luna showing up the night before.  She was just jumping to conclusions and it had turned out to be fun in the end anyway.
“Apple Bloom, slow down.  Do you even know where we’re going?” Scootaloo asked her as they walked out onto what apparently was 7th St.
Apple Bloom hadn’t even realized she was rushing.  Rather than explain the ketchup, she retorted angrily, “Of course I don’t know.  We ain’t known where we was goin’ since we started this game.”
“Was there something in the closet?”
“No.  I woulda said somethin’.”
“Shhh.  Listen,” Sweetie Belle hushed them.  “Do you guys hear something?”
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo perked their ears and listened.  They heard a very faint whistling.  Somewhere behind them, somepony or something was whistling Pop Goes the Weasel.
“Is that one of the other kids whistling?” Scootaloo asked.
“Wait, whistlin’?” Apple Bloom said, as the noise became louder.  “Whistler?”
“Monkey!” Sweetie Belle shouted, pointing up.
“Monkey?”  The Crusaders looked up and gaped at what they saw.
Above them, standing on the roof of a building just barely obscured by the fog, was the wooden monkey statue they had seen earlier.  Only now, it was breathing.  Sitting on its back, the other wooden statue was no longer limp.  It sat straight up, staring at them with a glowing orange eye on the left half of its weasel-like face.  The other half was covered by a white half-circle mask.  It was the smaller statue making the whistling noise.
Just as it finished whistling Pop Goes the Weasel, the monkey statue jumped off the roof and crashed onto the street below, right in front of the three shocked fillies.  The statue growled at them, baring sharp wooden teeth and sightlessly staring with empty eye sockets.
“No way,” Scootaloo uttered.
The monkey screamed an angry cry, the force of its breath rushing through the three fillies’ manes like hot wind.
“Run!” Apple Bloom commanded as they all screamed.
The streets on this side of the hotel were much wider than the earlier streets, giving the monstrous statue plenty of room to chase them.  Given its size, it gained on them quickly, its wooden feet pounding in the fillies’ ears.  It would be on top of them in moments.  That’s when they came across the burnt down wreckage of a building.
Right in the middle of the street laid old cindered remains of wood as well as larger pieces that looked to have been knocked over by a wrecking ball.  In any case, it was large enough for the Crusaders to get into, but not the giant behind them. 
Apple Bloom ducked into some of the debris and kept galloping as a monstrous wooden hand reached inside and grabbed at her.  Apple Bloom screamed when she felt a few strands of hair yanked out of her tail, but kept running all the same.  She almost screamed again when she ran into someone she didn’t see in the darkness of the wreckage.
“Are you okay?” Sweetie Belle asked her frantically.
“Yeah.  I’m all right I think.  Where’s Scootaloo?”
“I’m not sure.  I think she’s on the other side.”
Neither of them had any time to talk.  A fist punched through a nearby wall of debris and blindly reached around inside.  Sweetie tried to run, but Apple Bloom hushed her and they walked away quietly as the hand grabbed at air behind them.
“I can’t believe it.  There really are monsters in the game,” Sweetie Belle whispered almost in a shriek.
“It ain’t a real monster.  I’m sure it’s just a big wooden puppet or somethin’ that the other kids are controlin’ from the inside or… or…,” Apple Bloom grimaced.  “It ain’t a rumor is it?”  Sweetie Belle only shivered in response.  “We’re really playin’ Onigokko…,”
The two kept walking further through the old debris until they saw light from the streetlamps again.  They paused behind an old decayed plank or maybe it used to be a wall for some room.
“What do we do now?  I didn’t hear any rumors about how to win Onigokko.  Did you?” Sweetie asked.
“No.  We need to find Scootaloo before…,” Apple Bloom trailed off.  Whistling.  The Whistler was whistling a much slower version of Pop Goes the Weasel.  And it was getting closer.  And closer.
Sweetie Belle started to scream and break out in a gallop but Apple Bloom put a hoof over her mouth and held her close.  She stood up on her hind legs and backed up against the side of the wall.  The whistling was just on the other side.  Still holding her hoof over Sweetie Belle’s mouth, Apple Bloom gulped when the whistling stopped.
The sound of Sweetie breathing tensely through her nose sounded agonizingly loud.  Though she couldn’t see what was happening on the other side, Apple Bloom could hear something sniffing loudly.  The monkey?
The two fillies shivered when the monkey statue started to growl.  Then they heard something that sounded like a rock bouncing against the wall, followed by Scootaloo’s voice.
“Hey!  Hey!  Over here!  Na, na, na, na, na!” She shouted, taunting the monstrous duo by shaking her tail at them.  The Whistler’s single eye zoomed in on the orange pegasus and it whistled the final line of Pop Goes the Weasel.  The giant monkey blindly turned its head, let out a scream and bounded in Scootaloo’s direction.  Determination in her eyes, Scootaloo made a run for it.
“Scootaloo, no!  Come back!” Apple Bloom called.
“I’m not a chicken!” Scootaloo shouted back, disappearing in the fog as the Whistler chased after her.
“I know you’re not!” Apple Bloom cried, running after them, not caring if she ran into the Whistler again.  But she didn’t run very far before she was forced to stop.  She had come to another intersection of streets.  She couldn’t even hear the monkey statue’s pounding feet on the ground.  She had lost the monster and Scootaloo.



Snips and Snails wandered aimlessly through the back alleys of Bronyville.  They hadn’t come across anything particularly interesting and nothing that proved the game was fake, other than the fact that nothing had happened yet.
“Twist?” Snails called softly.  “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
“It’s tag, not hide and seek,” Snips said annoyed.  “And anyway, I’m starting to think that Twist is messing with us.  She’s jealous cause she knew my trick was going to be awesome.”
Snails only answered with a whimper, turning his head back and forth, watching for monsters.  He had convinced himself that the rumor was true and monsters would come out to grab them at any moment.
“Come on Twist!  I’m calling your bluff!” Snips yelled into the darkness.
“Shhh.  Not so loud.  The monsters will hear you,” Snails whispered.
“There are no monsters.”
“Remember the Ursa Minor?”
“That was different.  This isn’t a cave.”
“But it’s Everfree.  I heard there’s a hydra somewhere in the forest.”
“What, another rumor?”
“I heard it from Fluttershy.”
Snips stopped.  Fluttershy wasn’t the sort of pony to make anything up.  There was a hydra?
“Well… I’m sure hydras don’t live in towns.  Besides, how often do you see monsters in Ponyville?  Towns are perfectly safe.”
“Remember the Ursa Minor?” Snails repeated.
“That was our fault.  Monsters don’t live in towns,” Snips pointed out and turned down another alleyway.  He and Snails both startled when they saw something in front of them.
There was a small pony huddled on the ground.  Based on her size, she must have been a foal only old enough to be in kindergarten at best.  She lay there, shuddering.
“Is that one of the missing kids?” Snips asked.
“I’ve never seen her around Ponyville before,” Snails replied.
“Hey kid, are you lost?”  The little pony didn’t speak and hardly moved.  Snips approached her, wondering if she needed help.  “Don’t worry, Snips and Snails are here to rescue you.”  Snips said as manly as he could.  The little pony opened her eyes.  The two young unicorns both stared.  Though her eyes looked like any other pony’s, they glowed a mysterious orange.
The little pony stood up on her hind legs and slowly raised her front hooves as if intending to hug them.  What started as two forelegs became four and then six.  Including her hind legs, she had eight legs.  Then she smiled and started to sing in a very haunting voice.
Little girl kills and she doesn’t know why.  She is the spider and you are the fly.  
Snips and Snails both shuttered when they saw fangs behind her grin.
“I think she’s talking to you,” Snails said nervously.
“No, she’s talking to you,” Snips retorted, backing up slowly.
The strange pony giggled playfully and cart wheeled into a hoofstand.
In her web, you wiggle and squirm.  You can’t get away, the spider holds firm.
“I uh… I think we should go,” Snips suggested.  Snails didn’t answer.  Instead, he started running away without him.  “Hey, don’t leave me behind!”
Snips dashed after him, propelled by fear.  Fear also compelled him to take a quick look back at the spidery pony, just as she lifted into the air and disappeared in the shadows against the buildings that surrounded the alley.  What was she?  A monster?  They had come to Bronyville to prove the rumor wrong, not true.
Wait!
Snips skidded to a halt.  Where had the little pony just gone exactly?  He cowered on the ground, looking up this way and that.  She wasn’t just gone was she?  
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.  Your lives to take, the spider, she must. 
A new bout of fear sent Snips galloping again, crying for Snails who had run somewhere ahead of him.  He couldn’t even see Snails anymore.
“We have to get out of here!” Snips yelled more to himself.  How far ahead had Snails gone?  “Snails!” He cried again.
“Snips!?”  A small light lit up a ways ahead of him.  Snails had stopped and lit his horn.  Feeling relief that he hadn’t been left behind, Snips ran for the light.
That’s when a shadow dropped down from the sky.
Snips stopped and gaped when the eight-legged pony dropped on top of Snails, upside-down no less, and flew back into the air with the screaming unicorn in her grasp.



“This is stupid,” Diamond finally said after she and Silver Spoon had walked through mazes of Bronyville’s streets for almost thirty minutes.  “Stupid Scootaloo and Twist.  This Onigokko thing is totally lame.”
“I can’t believe they talked us into this,” Silver Spoon said in annoyance.  “They’re probably laughing at us somewhere.”
“Oh yeah?  Well we’ll show them.  Why don’t we turn the tables and scare them?”
“How?”
Diamond looked around.  As it happened, they were standing outside a building that looked like an old school house.  “Let’s hide in there and wait for them to come by.  Then we’ll jump out and scare them back to Ponyville.”
Snickering at their somewhat childish plan, the two fillies tiptoed into the building… and stopped.  Inside was rather dark.  Unlike the streets, there weren’t any lights on.  As if the streetlights and neon signs outside didn’t even exist, only moonlight shown through the windows.  Dust covered the floor and what little light there was, illuminated traces of cobwebs in the corners across the ceiling.
“I hate school.  At least ours doesn’t look like this.”  Diamond Tiara almost sneezed from the dust in her nose.
“Maybe we should scare them in here instead.  Could you imagine how scared they would be if we made them spend the night?”
“That would be the perfect revenge after making us play this fake game.”
“It’s a plan.”
The two girls locked hooves in their traditional cheer.  “Bump!  Bump!  Sugar-lump, rump!”  They both laughed.  But the laugh was short-lived when they noticed the thing in the doorway.
Standing where they had come in was something that looked like a pony, only it was standing on its back hooves.  Its mane and tail were ragged and looked to be silver in the dim light.  
“Wh-what are you looking at?  Are you trying to scare us?  Because it’s not going to work,” Diamond Tiara yelled at it.  
The strange pony didn’t speak.  It’s odd, beady orange eyes shown through a tiny white mask that fit over its face like glasses.
“Uh…uh… Diamond…?” Silver Spoon rapidly tapped her friend on the shoulder and pointed. 
“What?” She replied angrily.  Then she followed Silver Spoon’s hoof.  The pony was carrying a twisted, metal, baseball bat in his right hoof.
Without a word, the pony took a big step forward.  His hoof hit the ground with an enormous thud.  Then he took another step, slightly dragging his hoof across the ground before raising it and stomping down.  As he took a third step, the metal bat scraped along the ground, grinding in the two fillies’ ears.  One more step and the pony lifted the bat.
Neither filly realized they were gaping as the pony took a fifth step towards them.  
“G-g-g-get away… Get away from us.  You’re going to get in a lot of trouble with my dad if you don’t-”
The pony took another step, swung the bat sideways and shattered a window.
The two young earth ponies screamed at the top of their lungs and ran, not daring to look at the voiceless pony behind them.
They dashed down the hallway of the school in terror.  On their right side, the hallway was lined with windows.  On the other, a seemingly endless line of doors ran out in front of them.  Finally out of breath, the two fillies stopped.
“Did we lose it?” Diamond asked, looking back into the darkness.  Still breathing hard, they watched and waited until… hoofsteps.  Slowly and in no hurry, hoofsteps grew closer.  And then…
The fillies cringed when they heard the sound of a window breaking.  A few more hoofsteps later, another window crashed.  The voiceless pony must have been breaking more windows with his bat.  Windows continued to shatter as the hoofsteps closed in.
“It’s coming,” Diamond wailed, barely in a whisper.
“Quick, hide!” Silver Spoon opened a door and pulled her friend inside, closing it quietly. They had stepped into a small classroom that might have been used as a science lab at some point.  They were shocked to see that the windows in the classroom were boarded up, giving them no way out but back into the hallway.  Another window shattered in the hall.
The two fillies sat against the door, holding each other as the sound of breaking glass echoed closer and closer.  Even behind the door, the voiceless pony’s hoofsteps were loud and clear as rain.  Diamond and Silver Spoon shut their eyes tightly as a window shattered just on the other side of the door.
Silence.
No hoofsteps.  No breaking windows.  Nothing.  
The only sound the fillies could hear was their own muffled breathing.  Seconds ticked by.  A full minute.  Two minutes.  Diamond Tiara lost track somewhere after two and a half.  At least four minutes must have gone by before either of them had the courage to open their eyes.
“Is it gone?” Diamond asked in a whisper.
“I don’t know.”  Silver Spoon looked up at the door and saw a tiny square window in it.  “Take a look.”
“No way.  You take a look.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You have to.  We’re friends aren’t we?”
Why did Diamond Tiara have to play that card?  Gulping, Silver Spoon stood up.
“Fine.  Give me a boost.  I can’t reach.”
Diamond groaned quietly as she boosted Silver Spoon onto her back.  “Do you see anything?”
Silver Spoon cautiously peered through the small window and looked around.  The window outside the door was indeed broken but there was no sign of the voiceless pony with the twisted baseball bat.
“I think it’s gone.”
“Good.  Let’s get out of here.  I’ve got a thing or two to say to that stupid Scootaloo.”
“No.  Let’s stay and hide.”  Before Silver Spoon could protest any further, Diamond dropped her and opened the door.  “Please, let’s hide!”
Diamond Tiara stepped out into the hallway and looked both ways.  “That pony is gone.  Come on.  Don’t be such a scaredy-pony.” 
Silver Spoon warily walked into the hallway and saw that it was clear.  Every window down the way they had come was broken, up to the one in front of the door.  Where in the world had that strange pony gone?
“Don’t just stand there.  Let’s get out of here,” Diamond commanded and closed the door.
Silver Spoon screamed and pointed.
Diamond Tiara looked behind her.  She was too frightened to make a sound.  Standing behind the door was the voiceless pony.  Before Diamond Tiara thought to run, the pony swung his bat.



Snips peered out of the trashcan he had been hiding in.  The spider pony was gone.  But so was Snails.  The last thing Snips had seen of him was when the strange pony had dropped from the sky on top of him and took him away.
Snips’ stomach turned in knots as he slowly replaced the lid, shivering inside the empty can.  He had seen enough.  The only thing to do was leave Bronyville and find a responsible adult who could form an angry mob or something.  Then they could take the ghost town by storm and stop all this craziness with the little spider.  That sounded reasonable enough in his mind.
It didn’t make finding his way out any easier though.  Snips had no idea where he was.  Every alley looked virtually the same.  He would have to find his way back to the main streets again.  However, that would mean leaving the safety of his hiding spot too.
Swallowing hard, Snips lifted the lid again and warily looked around.  There really wasn’t much to see.  The alleyway was littered with trashcans and trash of all sorts.  There was little light in the alley and between that and the fog, Snips couldn’t make out the tops of the buildings that surrounded him.  A perfect place for the strange spider to hide.
Snips shivered and kept his eyes glued to the shadows above him, as he climbed out of the trashcan and started down the alley, barely watching where he was going.  He couldn’t hear her hooves crawling along the walls but he knew she must have been up there somewhere.  She had surprised Snails that way.  She wasn’t going to get him.
Then something caught Snips attention from the corners of his eyes.  Down a narrower alley to his right, he could see light.  Light from the main streets!  He had found his way out.  Snips ran for the light, almost laughing from joy.  He just had to figure out which way he had come and find his way back to the big gate.
A dark figure walked into the light and stopped.
Snips skid on his hooves and sat down involuntarily when he got a good look at it.  An enormous pony, walking on two legs, had stopped at the front of the alley, turning his head to the left to look straight at him.  The first thing Snips noticed was that the enormous pony was carrying something under his left foreleg.  Snips blinked.  It was Diamond Tiara!  She seemed to be out cold, because she didn’t move.
Snips took a single step back.  The huge pony slowly raised a twisted, metal, baseball bat.  That was the last straw.  Snips ran back down the alleyway, screaming nonstop.  This was too much.  First the spider and now somepony with a baseball bat? 
“No more!  I want to go home!” Snips galloped randomly through alleyways, half stumbling.  He didn’t stop until a strange noise sent him screeching to a halt.
Expecting to see another monster, Snips listened to the noise and realized it was somepony saying, “help.”  It sounded like Snails.
Snips tiptoed down the alley, listening for Snails’ voice to tell him where to go.  If he was all right, then maybe they could get out together.  After all, Apple Bloom had said to meet back in the big intersection.  He didn’t know how much time had passed, but it must have been close to time by now.  
Snails’ voice was pretty close.  Snips peered around a corner and saw another empty lane in front of him.  But then something told him to look up.
Snips gaped.  Snails was tied from head to tail in some kind of spider silk and hanging upside-down from an unseen ceiling. 
“Snips… help me…,” he wailed, noticing his friend below.  Snails started wiggling, apparently trying to get free.  As Snips cautiously approached him, he saw the same eight-legged pony slowly descending a silk line behind Snails.  She caressed his face and neck with her hooves, smiling with jagged teeth.
Poor little ponies, you came to play, never again to see the light of day. 
She wrapped her hooves around Snails’ mouth and slowly sank her teeth into his neck.  He screamed a muffled scream as the spider pony cooed and purred in delight.
Snips gaped at the spectacle, shivering in stark shock.  As the little pony let go and trained her eyes on him, Snips fell over, fainting.  The last thing he saw before he completely blacked out was the spidery foal slowly descending down to him, accompanied by a haunting melody.
Little girl kills and she doesn’t know why.  She is the spider and you are the fly.