Rainbow Dash's Awesome Nightmare Night Haunted House Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Adventure

by TheDriderPony


You Have Nothing to Fear...

Your heart seizes in your chest as your mind is suddenly assaulted by memories you thought you'd locked away.

A town, deserted. Homes, abandoned. Streets, empty.

On the outskirts, ponies shambling. Dull coats. Glassy eyes.

Putrid rainbows dripping from their mouths.

You're in the barn again. Trapped, surrounded. Monsters on every side. Monsters with the faces of friends and neighbors.

Monsters you created.

Memory and reality overlay like colored lenses as the faces of the five generic zombies around you distort into ones you know painfully well.

Big Macintosh. Lyra. Minuette. Octavia. Twilight.

Their bodies rot on the bone, dirty rainbows dribbling from every wound.

'You did this,' their moans seem to say

"No! No, I—"

'Your fault,' they groan.

"It wasn't! It was a mistake!"

Their voices merge together, theirs and a hundred others crying out in pain and accusations.

It hurts! Why? Your fault. My baby! I can't feel my... Make it stop! Please! Why? Why did you— You did... Your fault. Your fault. Your fault! Your fault! Your fault!!

"No!!" you scream as they descend upon you. Frozen by guilt and pain as your victims extract their pound of flesh. Each bite is a penance, each scratch a flagellation.

For you are the creator of monsters, and the worst of them all.

[It's memories that can haunt us worse than any ghost. Add two (+2) to your Fear Meter]


"Honestly, that was pretty pathetic."

You slowly return to the land of the living, legs asleep and mind foggy. It takes several seconds for you to recognize your dimly lit surroundings. Even if the crashed chandelier and torn up red carpet weren't enough clues, there's no mistaking Trixie's particular brand of snide commentary.

You rise to your hooves as you try to shake the cobwebs off your recent memories. "What happened?"

"What happened? What happened was you went in, triggered the trap, then just stood there muttering for a minute before suddenly screaming and letting the zombies take you."

Your breath hitches as the z-word brings back all the memories in crystal clarity. They... hadn't actually looked like your friends, had they? That was all you. All in your mind.

Trixie shakes her head, making her mane ornaments jingle. "I was expecting much better entertainment. Fighting, panicking, something more than you just standing there and taking it. I thought you were supposed to be some kind of big hero. Well? Where were the big heroics?"

In all honesty, you don't know. The zombies came out and then the memories... all those raw emotions came flooding back. All that guilt and self-hatred you pushed aside and never dealt with in the wake of finding out it was all a prank. But in those few minutes locked in the barn, you'd thought it was real. And those emotions, even ignored until now, are still very real.

But Trixie's not the kind of pony you're going to have a big heart-to-heart therapy session with. At best she'd probably just mock you more. So for now, you put on a brave face go on the attack. "Oh yeah? Well what would you have done?"

"Cast Turn Undead, obviously." She waves her long spear-like staff around, whipping up a wind that sets the bows and skirt on her outfit fluttering dramatically. "Or maybe Purification, or Create Sacred Water. There's lots of ways to deal with zombies."

You flinch at the word but push past it. "Yeah, but what about without spells?" You point to the space where you'd have a horn if you had one (though you don't). "Not a unicorn, remember?"

Her smile falters. "Uh, well then I'd cast- no, can't do that. So I'd summon- no, also magic. I'd create a div- blast it all!" She slams her staff into the ground, only for it to slide out of her grip and bonk her in the face. "Ow! Curse this cheap prop and all its miserable manufacturers!"

You snigger. Just a bit. It helps take the edge of those raw emotions from earlier. Emotions you're definitely going to have to deal with. Tomorrow though. With all the girls. And maybe some strong cider.

But until then, you need a better distraction to take your mind off things. Lucky you there's still plenty of haunted house to explore.

...So long a you avoid that one room.


There doesn't seem to be anything to interact with in this room, but there are three hallways that branch off that head LEFT, FORWARD, and RIGHT.

If your Fear Meter is full, you must select the fourth option.