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// Omen 
// Story: Dementia's Decay 
// by Pernix 
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I can't even sleep anymore. This feeling is starting to grow at an unnerving rate. It's gotten to where I can't fight it anymore. I'm in a constant state of fear, and it's taking a toll on both my physical and mental being.

Pinkie wasn't the only one that died. I found two more ponies dead in Ponyville today, both suicides.

The first pony had hung himself from one of the withered apple trees along the road to town. His eyes were still wide open, and his mouth was agape when I found him dangling there. Surprisingly enough, he still had the look of fear in his eyes. The same stare everypony else had.

I found the second pony in the park, laying dead on one of the benches in the clearing. She had a bottle of household drain cleaner next to her front-left hoof. She laid on her back, blood streaming from her mouth into a pool below the bench. Her eyes were also wide open, as she gave the same horrified stare into the open space above.

I couldn't bring myself to remove either of the bodies. I was still in shock of the mere sight of the corpses, more specifically the look in their eyes when I found them. Even though they were dead, I could feel like they were watching my every move, gazing into my very soul.

None of my friends will answer their doors, and they've completely covered every window in their homes.

I'm going home. I need a plan, something that can make this right...
...but what?