(Slender)
We walk through the town towards the guard post. Ponies quickly move out of our way. Brave ponies from the fact that they aren’t terrified of us. They mostly look at us in indifference or curiosity. From what I’ve heard, Dawnguard’s education system would probably preach of security and pony superiority. I just smile and wave. Well, as best as I can smile.
Probably just freezing them out more really. Eh, not like they or I care.
This village seems very similar to Ponyville in its architecture and style of living. As I’m looking around, a tiny pony approaches me. I feel a tap on my leg, and look down onto an adorable orange pegasus, “Hello there child.”
The child smiles, “Hello Mister! What exactly are you?”
“A ‘scary monster’. Rarr!” I act out a strtyotypical monster roar.
She starts to laugh, “Your funny mister!”
“Oh, I’m being very serious here. I am the dictionary definition of a monster. You’d see a picture of me there but... they never get close enough.” I do a maniacal laugh, before recovering, “So, child, who would you be?”
I see Raven turn back to look at us, “Yes, who...” his face goes blank as he looks at the child.
“S-S-Spitfire! I’m going to become a Wonderbolt! I’m going to protect Dawnbreaker and Dawnguard! And I’ll be the best!”
—(Raven)—
Oh... of course she would be alive in this universe. Looking at her now... the mission. Shot by Loyalists.
And there she is... a child within a completely different universe... alive. A cute child far detached from my universe.
—(Slender)—
I pat her on the head, “Good. Setting goals at a young age is very good. I’m sure you’ll get to that point one day. Or, you will just protect the innocent without joining them. That’s what I do.”
“You protect ponies? Then why haven’t I heard of you?”
“I keep quiet about what I do. Just a few months ago there was a killer. An old... associate, of mine. Killed quite a lot, until I found him. He was a very deadly thing, and could have destroyed worlds if he was an adult. I managed to stop him.”
“Why’d you not just call the guards?”
I shake my head, “This was personal business to me. And, those guards would have failed. This guy was on another level, more than even the Wonderbolts. He was an example of why bullying is wrong.”
“Hmm? Bullying?”
“Yes, he was bullied all his young life. One day he protected himself... it invited a malicious spirit into him. He went mad, and soon became wanted #1 of his nation. But I’d rather not talk about that to a child. Raven, how about you introduce yourself?”
Spitfire looks over at him, “Hi there!”
Raven snaps out of his trance, “Oh, uh, yes. Hello there, I am Ravens Breath.”
“Are you alright?”
He nods, “Yes, you just remind me of an old friend. Your a, pardon the pun, spitting image of her.”
“Who was she?” Spitfire asks, her head tilted.
“An old pegasus friend of mine, a guard. She got... caught up in a mission.”
“I’m sorry.”
I clear my throught politely, “I’m sorry, but we do have places to be. Spitfire, you are a charming and nice young filly, remember that. But me and Raven here do have business to take care of.”
“Aww...”
I smile, and take something out a suit pocket. The white, faceless doll from Marble Hornets.
I hand it over to her, “A reminder that a silent, faceless, protecter will always watch over you.”
“Thank you!”
I create a illusion of a smile on my face, “And when I say it will watch over you, I mean it literally. I can see, move, and teleport towards that doll at any time.” I stand fully up, “Well, Raven, we were doing something?”
“Right.”
I smile to Spitfire, “Now, go have fun or whatever kids do this day.”
She runs off, and we continue through the town. Raven decides to say something, “You could have asked her where the guard station is.”
“I know. So, who was she?”
“In my universe Spitfire is dead after going on a spec-ops mission.”
We continue to walk in silence from then on.
———
Well, we found the guard station. We walk in, and see the single guard within there, “Hello there. Raven and Slenderman, I assume?”
“You know us?”
“Oh yes, it’s a small town.”
I step forward, “Well, I’ll go ahead and tell you what we’re here for.” I can see Raven sneaking behind him.
“Go ahead.”
I see Raven grab a bucket, and line it up over his head, “We spotted a prophecy on our last adventure. We wish to alert Dawnbreaker about this, for we think it’s come true. It says that humanity shall come back and try and kill Dawnbreaker at any means possible. I wish for you to tell her this.”
He writes a note, and puts it into a thing that shoots out fire, “Done. Now, why are you calling her Majesty by a common name?”
Raven slips the bucket over his head, and he doesn’t care, “Well, it isn’t proper protocol to call another ruler by their title.”
“Are you saying your royalty?”
Raven somehow slips his hooves through the bucket, and takes his helmet, “Well, yes, actually. I am a king.”
“Of where?”
Raven manages to remove his entire armor piece, “The United Creepypasta Kingdom. I rule over all my subjects. From the Russian Sleep Experiment victims, to the Jacks both Laughing and Eyeless, HABIT, the Rake spicies, Farnsworth Experment creatures, Jeff and Jane the killers, and that rip-off The Operator. All of us used to lead our own, but we’ve united with me as king.”
Raven reaches into his pocket to steal some gold, but is caught, “What is the meaning of this!?”
Raven backs up, nervously laughing, “Well, umm... I can explain?”
The officer grabs his Fetlock, and points it at him, “What did you steal?!”
Raven is still backing up, and I intervene.
*thump*
The officer collapses and starts vomiting up blood, “Let’s go Raven, he won’t remember we were even here.”
We walk out the building, and Raven looks at me, “What did you do?”
“Sigma Radiation targeted right towards him. He most likely will be fine, eventually. There is a small chance of him becoming him... but that’s a very small chance if he has the genetics.” I look at him, “Let’s get out of here. Tell our mates our new information.”
—(Dawnbreaker)—
I and the Head Researcher look at the former officer on the table, “What is it that caused these mutations?”
“A type of energy from what we can tell. We’ve named it Sigma.”
The used to be pony sitting on the table has mutated heavily. He’s become a lot longer, lost all of his fur and hair, become pale, walkes more like a dog now, and it seems he is growing some very tough claws, “Use the replicator gems to increase the amount of Sigma. See how far this goes.”
“Right away.”
After a few minutes, the Head Researcher has come back, “What should we name the subject?”
“Activate the gems. We shall call him...”
The gems activate, ”AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“The Rake.”