Okie doke. Here we are. A sequel.

I know, I know, I said there wouldn't be any sequels, but this just popped into my head and I got excited.

Here you go, my loyal fans!

Be warned. It is better than the first.

A forest. Completely devoid of life. The only sounds are that of the rain falling through the leaves and a lone pony running through the trees and brush. Low hanging boughs and thorny bushes leaving wounds and scratching in her perfect white coat. Her mane no longer flows, hanging limply in pink waves down her shoulders. The mud splashing every time her perfect hooves fall into any kind of dip in the earth. Blood, tears, mud, rain. These imperfections are what ruin the sun goddess's perfect coat. The lightning flashes overhead and she skids to a halt, the Slendermane mere inches from her face. She turns and runs once more, mustering all of her strength to charge her horn. It crackles with magical energy, ready to be released at a moment's notice.

Lightning crashes once more.

Celestia stops and fires a beam of pure, concentrated magic at the absurdly tall, snow white pony in front of her. The being staggers and looks down at the gaping hole in its chest, then falls. Its form begins to distort and then melts into the ground.

Celestia sighs and falls.

Exhaustion plagues her limbs, seizing them, and making her eyes close against her will.

"It's over..."

Celestia loses consciousness, finally rid of the scourge that is...

Slendermane.

...

For now.