//------------------------------// // Video Creeps: Cake Time // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// “Help!” screamed a young colt as he ran from what could only be described as an 8-bit vampire as it chased him.  He had to looked back over his shoulder at the vampire as it flew ever close, his mouth open wide to bite into his furry neck. Seconds before it’s teeth could sink into his throat, a silver blade went through the creatures neck. As the colt looked up, he saw Dean holding his blade in his mouth, panting. Looking back, Dean asked his brother, “Video game spirits? Really?” Sam chuckled as he leaned against Carmine, kicking the enarest metroid, “Got to admit Dean, it is orginal.” Dean rolled his eyes at this, “Must be October...” Supernatural Pony Tales. A teenage mare with long red mane sat at the desk of the video store. Her coudroy vest wrapped tightly around her top, contrasting with her cream colored coat. One her flank, a bag of ice representing her cool attitude was her cutie, “Hmmm?” the mare asked, looking up at the reader, “Oh, hello, and welcome to Block and Bust, Equestria’s first, and only, video store. And I...am it’s bored worker.” Wendy let out a sigh, “Look, I am only here because it was either this or my dad would sent me to lumber camp, and I would rather die then go there again. So, you know how videos work here right?” when she saw the shake of the head she frowned and said, “And this is why we get no customers. Ok, so vids work like this. Unicorns take images from plays and movies and record them onto gems. Then they hand out to ponies where the gems flash an image of that recording onto the wall. Got it.” The mare then walked away from the desk, “Though, to be frank, some of these vids have some weird stories attached to them. Like this one, all about cakes and birthdays. Something called... Happy Deathday. Pinkie Pie, aged 12 and just the owner of her cutie mark, bounced happily on the bed, “And tomorrow, I am going to mr. Cake and play with his tray. Then I am going to-” “Oh, for the love of, Shut up!” shouted Limestone, throwing a pillow at Pinkie, “Some of us are trying to sleep and get ready for a hard day of chores!” Maude lightly bopped Limestone on the head,”No yelling at the baby.” “Mmmhmm,” said Marble, nodding. “Oh come on, what is wrong about stayin awake when I feel so up!!!” Pinkie cheered. Limestone smirked evilly as she said, “Well, because at night, he’ll wake up?” “He?” asked Pinke, her eyebrow arched, not seeig Maude calmly walk to Marble and cover her ears so she doesn’t listen. “You don’t know?” grinned Limestone as she crawled across bed and then sat really close to her younger sister. “Mom and Dad don’t talk about this, but they killed grandpa.” “What?” gasped Pinkie, shaking her head, “No.” “It’s true. See, Gramps was really old when he died, I mean really old. So much that mom had to take care of him. He kept demanding more and more crap from her, and then one day, she finally had enough. So, she took a knife as he shouted for his birthday cake and jammed it into his throat.” Pinkie could only gasp at this, not seeing the roll of the eyes from her big sister. Lime then smiled as she inched closer to PPinkie, “Now, he is buried next to holder’s boulder, and once on a full moon, like this one, he comes to our house demanding his cake.  Mom makes sure that the door is locked, so he doesn’t get us. Because if he finds us awake, late at night.” Pinkie gulped and nodded, “Yeah?” “He’ll,” Limestone paused and then tackled Pinkie with a roar. “Get ya and turn you into a cake!” Pinkie let out a scream, followed by a high pitched giggle, “Limestone! Don’t scare me!” “Then don’t stay up at night and keep me awake!” Limestone said, pulling the covers over her head. “Limey?” whispered Pinkie. “Go away.” Limestone growled, “Trying to sleep.” “But Limey,” Pinkie whispered again. “I said, go away!” Limestone said, looking out from her pillow. “Why can;t you be like Marble.” “I’m just wondering what cakes zombies like,” Pinkie whispered. “I don’t know. Serve him some strawberries,” Limey said, pulling the pillow over her head. “Ok, just wondering because Marble said she didnt know either, and wanted to be a good house guest to our grampa,” Pinkie said, skipping away. Limestone rolled her eyes and slipped under the covers, “Grampa? But he’s been dead for fifteen years. I was at his-” “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!” screamed Pinkie. Limestone shot up from her bed, gasping, “Pinkie!” and with a grunt, launched herself out of the bed and began to run downstairs. A hundred scary thoughts screamign through her head about what became of her little sister. All of wich, we quickly brought down, when she heard a playful giggling. When she looked, she saw her twin little sisters, sitting in front of an old stallion with his skin slowly rotting away, showing his bones and meat. In front, listening intently, we the twins and happiily eating cake. The zombie let out a growl, “I did it, I finally got my cake.” then he reached with a hoof and patted Pinkie on the head, “And met my other two granddaughters.” Pinkie looked up and smiled, “Isn’t this cool Limey? Gramps came to visit. He said he had a heart attack and fell into an open hole. He wasn’t killed by mome and dad after all! ISn’t that silly?” Limestone could say nothing more, having fainted on the spot.