Still Working On The Next Chapter · 9:24pm Jun 18th, 2017
It's a long one.
So to keep you chaps on your toes, here's some more Nightmare Fuel!
Enjoy! 
The touch of the Weeping Alicorn was always cold.
The Doctor had faced them time and again, each time suffering heavy losses he never found easy recovering.
He had been glad he’d rendered them unable to venture to the present day last time they’d crossed, trapped in their own timeline they’d dread his return as much as he would dread theirs.
Yet here they were. Clutching him by the forelegs as he was dragged forward, his back-legs trailing along the ground.
A thick mist enveloped the ground beneath him. Their legs invisible behind their trailing stone gowns, the Weeping Alicorns glided along the ground.
They stopped, as sudden as stone having set in place, as the Doctor steadily looked up.
He was brought before a great circular stone slab, large and smooth enough to serve as a table which was exactly what it was being used for. His limp forelegs were pushed forward by a cold pedestal moving up behind him and serving as a seat. The Alicorns grip loosened and he fell upon it. Groggily, he looked around.
He swiftly wished he hadn’t.
His wife and daughter were at the table and the Weeping Alicorns stood beside them as they did for him. Strangely though, their expressions were different.
The ones beside Derpy had expressions drooping in melancholy, moist dark lines running from their eyes down their cheeks.
The ones beside Dinky were open-mouthed and wide-eyed visages of fear and terror, something they reserved only for the Doctor.
Strangely, they seemed to match the mood of those they guarded.
Derpy was weeping at the table, her head bowed, her hooves rubbing over themselves in a silent prayer.
Dinky was shaking on her own seat, glancing to her parents fearfully. She was clutching her sides, either from the icy cold in the area or from the chill the Weeping Alicorns seemed to carry with them wherever they went.
The chill of doom, of oblivion.
And the knowledge that they could deliver it upon anypony at anytime.“Derpy? Dinky?” The Doctor checked on them.
None of them reacted to him. Derpy continued weeping and Dinky continued shivering.
As confused as he was anxious, he looked up at his own pair of stone wardens.
Pure rage was set upon their stone features. Bared fangs and biting cold eyes, their wish to harm their quarry was prevalent on their faces.
But he felt none.
Looking forward, mind lost in uncertainty, he saw the figure appearing before him, sitting opposite him at the table where before there was only mist.
“Hello Doctor” he smiled.
Cascadius.
It was then the Doctors expression matched the Alicorns beside him as his most hated foe leaned over the table in a relaxed fashion.
Of course, why wouldn’t he be smiling?
This was exactly what he wanted.
Him, the Doctor, the two ponies most important to him and no way to escape.
Looking up at the Alicorns beside Cascadius, his two hearts almost jumped out of his chest.
They had removed their own faces, holding them in one forehoof like masks, broken off their forms like the top of an egg.
Their true faces leered at the Doctor, utterly demonic smiles and small, black, evil little eyes set in a pale, fleshy formless pulp.
Smiling, twitching, monstrous.
Cascadius looked over as if only just noticing them.
“Friends of yours, I assume?” he said “Nice of them to bring us all together” He reached under the table and brought out a large, rather bulky revolver.
Dinky gave a terrified squeak and Derpy closed her eyes with a whimper as pointed it at the Doctor’s head.
The time-turner felt something cold running down his cheek.
Then Cascadius smiled. That smile had become synonymous with all of the evils of ponykind.
“No...” he murmured “Tell you what, while we’re alone...let’s play a little game”
He pulled out the barrel of the gun. There was a chorus of clinking and clattering as the bullets rolled out onto the table in front of him.
He picked out three, fitted them into the barrel and brushed the rest away. Shaking the revolver, the barrel clicked into place as his eyes gleamed.
“Three bullets” he hissed with enthusiasm “Let’s see who misses out, eh?”
“NOOOOOOOOO!” Derpy wailed, trying to reach out for her daughter and husband. The Weeping Alicorn’s hooves tightened around her shoulder with a rocky, crumbling sound. On and on the grey pegasus flailed, crying out.
“Dinky! Doctor! No! Please! Don’t hurt them! Please don’t hurt my family!”
“Oh I won’t” Cascadius said calmly, raising the revolver in his hooves “I won’t need to. Watch closely. Everypony has a go and the only murderer here is our own sorry luck”
He held the gun to the side of his head and pulled the trigger.
There was a click.
He lowered the revolver, placed it on the table and gave it a push.
It landed under Dinky.
“Your turn, little one”
With a shaking hoof, Dinky picked up the gun, hearing it rattle on the table and stared at it as if it were an alien object.
Opposite her, Derpy sobbed, struggling to free herself.
“Dinky! Dinky, please don’t do it!”
“Dinky...” the Doctor murmured, the chill the Alicorn hooves sent through him locking him in place, his breath producing an icy vapour adding to the mist “Don’t...”
Dinky stared at her parents, her wide amber eyes moist with tears, struggling to keep control.
“Please don’t look” she pleaded before crying out in pain as the Weeping Alicorns beside her tightened their grip.
“No, no, no, that won’t do at all” Cascadius chuckled “You know the rules, Doctor, around the Weeping Alicorns...” His eyes glinted with menace “Don’t take your eyes off them...And whatever you do...don’t blink”
Their eyes forced open, Doctor Whooves and Derpy Doo stared, eyes streaming, as Dinky held the revolver to the side of her face and tightened her hoof on the trigger.‘Click’
Dinky’s eyes had flickered a moment as the sound of an empty shot pierced the grim silence.
“Ah...How fortunate” Cascadius said in an intrigued tone “Pass it on to daddy, there’s a good girl”
Dinky stared at him, trembling like a rigid autumn leaf. Then she stared at the gun and then at her parents.
Then at Cascadius again, a glint of determination in her wide amber eyes.
“No...” she said “I won’t...I will not kill my mummy and daddy”
No sooner had Dinky finished speaking, she cried out in agony as the grip of the Weeping Alicorns tightened around her shoulders, edging towards the sides of her neck. Derpy and the Doctor did the same and even Cascadius gave a grunt of pain, the Alicorns by his side giving a hiss like knives across china plates.
He coughed and chuckled.
“Perhaps I haven’t been clear, little one” he said “You can either keep the gun and all of us will die...Or you can pass it on and only three of us will die”
“Dinky, please...” the Doctor whined “Just pass it to me...I’ll be alright, I promise”
Whimpering, Dinky passed the gun, rattling on the stone table under her shaking hoof, to her father.
He’d always hated guns.
He threw one last hateful look at the smirking Cascadius who was leaning forward in his seat with anticipation.
Closing his eyes and bowing his head, his hoof placed the gun’s barrel to his temple and began pressing down on the trigger.
“Dinky...Derpy...I love you”‘Click’
“Damn it!” he cursed, throwing down the gun and looking to his companion.
Derpy stared blankly, her wall-eyed expression impossible to determine what she was looking at. Sweat and tears were pouring down her face and she’d begun shaking slightly in a somewhat fitful fashion.
“Derpy...” the time-traveller reached out in vain with one hoof, desperate to stop her crying one last time “Stay with me...please...”
“We don’t have all day, Doctor...”
“Shut up” he snarled, the gun feeling heavier and heavier in his hoof as he placed it down on the table and breathed deep.
Then Derpy turned, frenzied terror in her features as she shrieked out loud in desperation.
“Please, just give me the gun, Doctor!”
He stared at her.
She wanted to pull the trigger.
Did she expect to live?
Or did she just want to give her husband or her daughter a better chance of survival, even if it meant her end?
As if the alternative had entered his mind, the Alicorn’s hooves tightened again, threatened to crunch the shoulder blades beneath.
Dinky’s pained squeak finally forced him to push the gun to his right, landing before Derpy Doo.
“Derpy...I’m sorry...”
With more calmness and control than he often saw from her, Derpy picked up the gun and held it to her head.
“Mama loves you, Dinky” she murmured as her daughter watched with streaming eyes “Mama loves you both”
And she pulled the trigger.There was a piercing shriek that blotted out any sound of the shot.
Dinky and her father both jolted back, struggling not to keep their eyes shut for long.
The little filly began sobbing.
Derpy Doo slumped over the table, the gun fallen out of her limp hooves, her eyes wide open.
The room was silent. All Cascadius did was observe, intrigued.
One of the Alicorns beside him laughed, its cackle like the rapid flittering of bat’s wings.
The Doctor’s lip trembled.
“Derpy...no...”
There came a gasp.
Derpy jerked, still slumped over the table and took several deep breaths, clutching her temples.
It had been an empty.
Derpy had never been all too good in tense situations.
“D-D-Doctor...” she stammered, breathlessly “D-Dinky...”
“For crying out loud, don’t shriek like that” Cascadius snapped with irritation, snatching up the gun and putting it to his head as if it were a trivial chore “You don’t know whether or not it fired. Though with you, it could have just gone in one ear and out th-”‘Bang!’
He was cut off suddenly as he jerked, the derisive smirk twisting into a shocked grimace as the left side of his head burst open, showering viscera upon the Weeping Alicorn to his side.
Dinky screamed, witnessing the effects first-hoof.
The mercenary leader swayed, the dismayed look fixed upon his features.
His hoof upon the table as his eyes slowly fell upon the gun.
Slowly, his mouth curled upwards as he mumbled.
“Heh...”
And with that, he keeled over on the stone slab and lay still.
The Doctor felt the clutch of the Weeping Alicorns open. Twin hearts hammering at his chest, he clambered over to retrieve Derpy and Dinky. His treasured companion flew into his forehooves, sobbing. A gentle hug from him eased her significantly.
His daughter, meanwhile, stared at the body of Cascadius, blood pooling from his open skull.
A hoof on her shoulder caused her to spin round, shuddering.
‘No foal should ever have to see that’
“Dinky...It’s okay...We’re all here...”
Dinky slowly reached out for her father’s hoof, hope dawning in her weeping, amber eyes.Then the lights went out.
“Where are you lot going?!” an unearthly voice bellowed “The game’s not over yet!”
The lights emerged, straight in front of the Doctor’s face.
Cascadius stared back at him, the cocky, confident smirk replaced by a demented leer he’d never seen on the stallion before.
The wounds of his self-applied headshot were very much visible but they’d decayed.
No...The flesh hadn’t rotted. It had hardened.
Half his face was stone.
Like the Alicorns.
The Doctor was being held up by the forelegs, his head bowed, as the Weeping Alicorns once more held him prisoner.
Derpy and Dinky were in much the same way.
Cascadius paced around them leisurely, giving the revolver a spin around his hoof.
“I’d say the next shot could be a lucky one...Question is...Who gets it?”
He placed it down between the three of them.
“How about we spin it? Hm?” he smiled as Pinkie Pie would when suggesting something awkward yet fun all the same “Or can you decide for yourselves”
There was silence.
The Doo family glanced at each other, then the gun, all with the same terrified look.
Then a glow of piercing bronze light enveloped it completely, levitating it upwards.
The Doctor looked at his daughter, her horn shining the same colour.
He watched, helplessly, as the gun pressed itself against her forehead, her perfect amber eyes possessed of a dead-looking air of bleak acceptance.
“Dinky...” Derpy whimpered “My muffin...please...no...”
As the Doctor’s open mouth refused to move, the demon that had once been Cascadius loomed up beside him, observing with colourless white eyes and chuckling.
“Times up, Doctor”
Dinky gave a little sniff as the trigger began to slowly inch backwards.
“I’m sorry...”
Guessing/really hoping this is another dream sequence... I mean, it probably is (Cascadius surviving a shot to the head and petrifying, Dinky showing no signs of the serious poisoning, the presence of something the Doctor believes impossible), but you never know.
"colt" should probably be "cold"
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Yeah, it's a nightmare.
And I'll edit that.
Sounds like a terrible Nightmare. Your Call Luna