30 Years Later
"Revenge", that was the word playing over and over in Anon's mind as he lay at the same spot where he died. Again. He was dead in the physical sense, his body was rotting and his organs no longer functioned and he was stuck in the suit. While he lay there, he could still feel the pain of the springlocks digging into his flesh as if it was happening all over again and again and again. All Anon could feel was pain with no relief. His soul, his consciousness, his everything was still trapped inside the moldering suit in a form of torturous purgatory. His suit had rotted somewhat, his suit's once golden fur had now turned to a sickly golden green.
In all the years he lay there, he had time to think and reflect and obsess over what happened to him. The pony who indirectly framed him for murdering a foal, his being transported to this world, and the ones who murdered him for a crime he didn't commit. All he could think about was the ponies who killed him, and what he would do to them if given the chance.
Anon got up and walked over to the hospital's old cafeteria to observe the outside world. It had taken him a few years to be able to move his body again and it was extremely painful to move, but it was nice to be able to move again. Anon tried to leave the hospital, but all the doors were boarded up and locked. All Anon could do was creep around the hospital and look out the windows to observe what was going on outside. He tried to do anything and everything to keep his spirit from going mad. But this night would be different for the tortured Anon.
As he looked out one of his favorite windows to peer out over the front of the hospital, he saw that there was some random pony standing there. A Pegasus from the looks of it. And it seemed that he was trying to get into one of the entrances of the building.
"If he's trying to get in here, that means I can finally leave this place!" Anon said in his new voice.
Ever since he died, he tried to get himself to be able to talk again. While he did regain his ability to talk, it sounded deeper and robotically distorted. His silver colored eyes widened when he saw the Pegasus break through the boards and chains and enter the building. Anon's rotted face smiled underneath the mask he wore.
"Finally! A way out of this fucking prison!" Anon said before his voice lowered to a sinister tone. "And I think I should pay my killers a visit."
Anon quickly stormed his way down the stairs and halls of the hospital to make his way out of the door. He walked down the stairs to the lower floor and saw none other than the pony who opened the door laying on one of the laid-out hospital beds, sound asleep.
"Seems he was just looking for a place to sleep. Good thing for him he's not on my hit list," Anon thought.
Anon made sure to sneak past the sleeping Pegasus and, for the first time in 30 years, stepped outside the old hospital. The moon was bright and, despite his physical state, the moonlight felt great. The wind gently stroked his malformed body as he embraced a newfound sense of freedom. As Anon stood there, he looked to his left and saw the large city he often stared at in the distance. Anon's corpse smiled underneath his mask.
"I'm coming for you!" he said to the air in a singsong voice.
The tortured Anon walked off the hospital grounds and towards the city, determination and revenge on his mind. He'd make his killers pay. All of them, he would make them pay!
*****
Canterlot Royal Palace - Celestia's Bedroom
Celestia was a having a peaceful sleep. The nation is more peaceful than it's been for years thanks to her student Twilight and her friends. She had every reason to sleep peacefully and have good dreams.
She was walking through the halls of the palace when she noticed something was wrong. Her guards and attendants were nowhere to be seen. The flowers in the pots were dead and rotting, spiders were building webs near the cracked and broken windows, and the carpets were growing mold at a rapid rate.
"What the Tartarus? Where's Luna when I need her?" she asked herself.
As she looked to one of the doors, she heard something from the other side. It was a metallic stomping sound mixed with the sound of gears moving and bones cracking. The sounds were getting louder and louder with each stomp until the doors burst open to reveal a macabre sight.
Before Celestia stood a horror she had seen before. The foal-killer she and Luna left for dead in the old hospital! There he was, right in front of her, only he was different. His suit was an ugly green-gold color, with holes scattered with metal components, desiccated flesh and bones barely visible underneath. The killer glared at her with angry, silver, glowing eyes that seemed to pierce her soul. He stomped towards her with a large kitchen knife in his right hand.
"Hello, old friend! Did you miss me?!" he greeted menacingly in a dark distorted voice.
"Why are you here?!" she shouted to him. "Where are my guards?! Where's Luna?!"
The killer ominously pointed behind him to the room behind the doors. Celestia looked behind the villain and saw something that nearly made her heart stop.
They were dead. Her guards lie on the floor dead in a massive pool of blood, some with their entrails lying out while others simply had multiple stab wounds. There was even one or two that looked like they were tortured before death. But the thing that made Celestia scream was what she saw in the center of the room.
Jutting out of the floor in the center on the room was one of the guard's spears. And atop the spear's blade was the decapitated head of Luna, her lifeless eyes staring at Celestia with voiceless pleading. Celestia screamed in horror as she looked at her sister's head. She was so distraught that she didn't notice the killer walk around her until he wrapped his cold metallic hand around her throat.
"If you're in pain just from seeing your sister's head, then don't worry, I'll relieve you from your pain," the killer said. "After all, you had this coming to you for a long time."
The next thing Celestia knew, the sharp searing pain of a kitchen knife entering her body shot throughout her helpless form. It wasn't instant at all. The killer slowly pushed the knife forward, allowing Celestia to feel every inch of the blade. His grip on her throat prevented her from screaming. She felt the hilt of the knife press against her skin and the killer quickly pull out the knife. Finally, the killer threw her on her back, making sure the pain from the wound would flare up as soon as her back hit the floor.
"You'll finally know real pain!" the killer shouted.
Over and over again, the knife sank into her chest and stomach. Her stomach and lungs were rapidly filling with blood as the force of the thrusts were shattering her bones and turning her organs to mush. Celestia managed the strength to look the killer in his glowing silver eyes. He seemed to smile with his hideous mask.
"See you in hell!" he screamed before plunging the knife into her throat.
Celestia woke up screaming with a fierce torrent of sweat streaming down her face. She looked around to see that she was still in her bedroom. One of the servants opened the door with a worried look on her face.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?!" she asked worriedly.
It took a while for Celestia to respond. "I... I'm fine. Can you please get me Luna as well as Twilight and her friends? I'd like to see them tomorrow morning."
"It shall be done, Your Highness," the servant said before leaving the room.
Celestia sat alone in he room with thoughts buzzing around in her head. She just had a nightmare about the foal-killer she and Luna killed 30 years ago and she couldn't figure out why. And her sister hadn't done anything to stop the dream. She would have to figure out why as soon as possible. And they would have to go confirm something serious.
*****
Canterlot - With Anon
Anon continued walking through the city under the cover of night, making sure to stick to the alleys to avoid ponies seeing him. He made sure that he could see the towers of the palace to make sure he was getting closer to his targets.
"I'm almost there. That much closer to getting my revenge," Anon said.
He made his way towards the outer wall of the palace when he noticed that the sun was starting to rise. If he was seen now, it could mean trouble.
"I have to find a place to hide!" he said to himself.
Anon walked around for a bit before his eyes settled on a place to hide. It was an old abandoned looking pizzeria. The building was brightly colored with red walls rimmed with black-and-white checkered bricks on the bottom. It had a few boards closing off the back door, but that wouldn't be an issue for him. Anon walked up to the door and broke off all the wooden boards and walked inside. The place was definitely abandoned, with dust and cobwebs everywhere and a few wires were hanging from the ceiling. Tables and chairs were strewn about everywhere and there were old musty toys hanging from the prize counter. Anon closed the door and looked at the palace from one of the dirty windows.
"It won't be long now," Anon said to himself. "I can't wait to see you again."
The tortured wrathful spirit found a soft spot on the moldy carpet and laid himself down on it to wait for the cover of night to obtain his revenge.