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// The Dream 
// Story: A Child's Call 
// by Hazel_Hester777 
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Up in a cave, there was a young Freak in hiding. Upon taking her hood off, her facial features were shown. She looked like a Katsuma, but the striped were black and her fur was white. Her ears seemed to have white marking on them. A small blue hat with diamonds rested on her head. Her eyes: left eye cerulean and right eye red with a birthmark. 

She was only about 3 months into her life as a Freak, but she had already been a rampaging upstart that had one thing set one her mind: find her mother. Why find her mother? She had been taken from her since childbirth by her so-called father. After she abandoned the bad parent, she went on her own to look for her mom. She just came from her search and found that somepony knew about a possible place to look for her mom. He said that he’ll let her know if he sees her. She knew that it already almost dawn, which is when the rest of her kind sleep until the darkness of dusk came. 

But as she perched upside-down as a bat, she couldn’t help but think if her mother thought she lost her. She didn’t want that she would give up on her. She thought and thought, until atlast she came up with an idea. She would cast a spell that would make those nearby where her mother was fall into a crazed dream that will control them via song. Only she could undo the spell, and it would be one only she and her mother recognized. 

Breathing her chants, she had it ready. All to do now was to fall asleep and the spell would take place.


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Francie Bloom was having a nice dream about killing vampires again. Though this time, she used a sword. She killed every vampire she saw. As she walked through the dark forest, she killed more and more vampires. Soo, there was a trail of bodies left from where she walked. For such a young filly, she was already a killer. She trotted all the way through, until she killed the final one. Up ahead was a pond. She decided a good drink of water may be a good treat. As she drank, she quickly noticed something different about her looks. No, she was the same, just wearing something. She wore a red dress with white lining, the symbol of a card’s spade on its center. She looked to her cutie mark, which somehow changed into a red Spade. She didn’t notice a hooded figure behind her, which caused vines of thorns to appear all around. Francie wanted to get them off her, but they sunk deeper in. The last thing she saw was a hooded figure, and a small verse of a song in background.


The first Alice was a wrathful filly of the spade.
And righteously she held a sharpened blade within her hoof.
Never hesitating to slay all within her way.
Creating paths of blood that followed her through her home roof.
Deep into the darkened forest, Francie walked the line.
Captured and imprisoned as an embodiment of Sin.
If it were not for the murderous wake left behind.
No one would have suspected that she had ever been.



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AssSpike was having yet another dream about going on his nightly Hunts. He was, like Fluttershout, a Screamer. Screamers were the type of Pony Freak whose main weapon would be their screams. They were only about two in existence, and Fluttershout was the Queen of Ear Rape. Nonetheless, AssSpike’s dream that night was different. Other than going on a major screaming fest, he was somehow singing. He had no idea how this was happening, but this was fun. The next thing he knew, he was dressed in a suit colored blue. His cutie mark was now a blue Diamond. He liked this much attention, but then something bad happened. Right behind him, a gunshot was heard. He felt somehow pierce his brain, and realized he was shot in the head. He collapsed as he felt like he was dying. He couldn’t help it, but he grinned as a rose grew in his place. The last thing he saw was a hooded figure, and an eerie tune playing. 


The second Alice was a fragile colt of the diamond.
The broken echo of the lies within demented words.
He screamed his twisted shrieks to all in under land.
Creating the image of the sick and the disturbed.
Deadly, yet so beautiful a voice just like a rose.
Was shot by a mad child who silenced him to death.
A single rose bloomed in his place with no scream composed.
With twisted grin this dying colt lay breathing his last breath.



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Creepy Belle was having a dream about being Rarifruit’s personal Steward. Since Rarifruit was proclaimed the Queen of Greeds, Creepy Belle had the possibility of being that position. She just loved to see how sister was doing her rule. At one point, she began to feel a bit paranoid about somepony assassinating her sister. As she felt the fear creep in on her, she failed to notice she was wearing a green dress with white lace. Her cutie mark became a green Club from cards. As she heard to meet with her sister’s call, she felt something close in on her. As she ran, she began to hyperventilate. She felt the darkness seep in on her, and she was unable to resist. The last thing she saw was a hooded figure and a peculiar tune.


The third Alice was an innocent young girl of club.
An enchanting, graceful figure in the world of the burial land
Her sister charmed the Freaks in the land to her beck and call.
A peculiar country answering to each command.
So she rose into the throne to help the country’s queen.
Consumed by paranoia of her own impending death.
Soon the filly succumbed to a dark and nightmarish dream.
Disguised in kindness, loathing fate, she secured her regime.



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Endaria and Flourice were having a share dream about having tea in the forest. It was nice for the two to enjoy their little party. Endaria was in a yellow dress with white lace while Flourice was in a yellow tux. They both got the same cutie mark: a yellow heart. They were about to go and wake up, but something caught their eye. It was a hooded figure who handed them something. They took it to find that it was a card, the Ace of Hearts. What was odd was why it was yellow rather than red. They were about to question the figure, but it was already gone. Turning the card around, they found that it was an invite to meet the Queen. Excited about the thought of meeting royalty other than their own, they ran to meet the Queen. But they were easily getting lost. All they heard was an eerie tune as darkness closed in on them.


And as this past two foals walked in the woods.
Partaking in tea underneath the trees they’d never part.
They found an invitation to the queen.
It was the Ace of Hearts.
The fourth Alice was a duo of curiosity.
Both were lost and could not find the bush where they began.
And so they ran through countless open doors so recklessly.
A duo of twin sisters running wild through the mad land.
A stubborn elder sister.
A witty younger other.
But they had strayed too far into Spelled Dreamland.
They were never woken from their terrifying dream.
Forever they would wander this twisted fairytale.



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The child woke up from her dream as she hummed the ending of the tune. She knew this all meant that the spell worked. She looked out of the cave, it was dusk again. It was time for her to keep looking. What she didn’t know was what was happening to where her mother was staying.