It watched the pink one bounce as the four farmers watched her silently. The pink one tackled the young farmer it had taken some time ago and the pair went sprawling into the dirt. Before any of the creatures could see it, it ducked behind a tree and stalked away.
It had taken years for it to find a new way into this world, its previous pathways either closed off or destroyed.
The world the Nightmare had sent it to was teeming with new life, all plump with fear. It had learned its lessons from this world of four-legged creatures and kept its appetite in check, never taking more than was necessary.
It looked down at its new bi-pedal form, the same basic shape as the creatures it now fed on.
They told stories about it, built whole mythologies that kept it alive and strong. Some even worshipped it, hoping to be taken into its never-ending darkness.
In the end, one of them had accidently opened a gateway for it to return to this world.
For a moment, it considered remaining here. It thought about assuming its original form and feeding on the four-legged creatures once again.
But its new home called to it, full of creatures that loved it, hated it, but, most importantly, were deathly afraid of it.
It stepped into the shadows and left the old world behind, returning to the world of the prey that called themselves ‘man.’
The sun broke through the trees, pushing away the now empty darkness.
One less nightmare roamed the shadows of Equestria.
THE END