Its Nightmare Night!

by KaiCalimatinus

There is Magic in the Air!

‘Twas a dark, yet warm, night in the streets of Ponyville. The moon alight and full, the stars in multitude did twinkle bright, and the town square was loud with the sound of laughter and screams. Games were played, prizes won, sweets and candy aplenty for foal and parent alike. The little pirate Pip, though, saw something catch the corner of his eye. a shadow here, a wisp of wandering smoke there. Shuffling down the dark alleys. Something was coming, he could tell.

‘Hey, guys look!’ one reveller squealed. A shout rose up, ‘She’s here! HUZZAAH!’
The crowd followed the callers hoof to the bright night sky, a chariot they saw. Like an ebony Apollo, cutting through the crisp night breeze. The cheer that rose warmed the black alicorn’s heart, as she leapt from the vehicle, shrouded in her robes. Like a small meteor, she struck the dirt, and stood tall at the base of the fountain

In the distance a cricket played his leggy fiddle, and a tumbleweed bounced across the nearest crossroads. Silence and fear hung heavy in the air, like a charged rod, waiting to arc. The mare ‘afore them shrugged of the canvas cloak and shuffled in her teal platemail. A Nightmare reborn, magenta slitted eyes and fangs like a manticore.
Then behind the crowd, on the far side of the square there there came an impact that shook the ground, the cobbles shattering to stony dust under armoured mass, the crowd spun to see another.
Another Nightmare.
‘Haaaahahahahahahahahahaaa! BWAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! HeehehehehehHAA!’ Lances of hot blue power split the cold air above, as the twin dark queens cackled. Taking advantage of the shock, they drove the helplessness of the poor populaces’ plight home.

Behind the first ebon empress, past the fountain on the empty corner behind, a shadow grew. Twisting and churning, wisps of smoke darker than the bleakest terror and colder than a windigo’s hear, coiled into a sphere, and as suddenly as they had formed, they blew off at the merest breeze.
The wake of their passing, however, a stage was set, amps and all.
The second of the Nightmare’s teal eyes narrowed, and she leapt from her stance. From behind the gathered throng of puny ponies, on lithe legs that belied their grace, she landed upon the rostrum with nary a sound, as the first to arrive spun about without a word and simply stepped on the stage, such was her height. She reared back and called, ‘MINIONS! Hither forth! Let us sing of their end!’

The crowd looked around, there were no minions. Were they hiding? Where? Little Pip, knew. He had seen this coming. Out of the darkened alleys, like shadowy sepulchers each, came ponies six. The first clad in leather aprons, with wicked blades about her gauntlets and a long straight crimson mane, came with a pair of bones for sticks, and sat at the ivory throne behind a gruesome set of skins stretched over rings of bone and sinew. A pair, pegasi both and clad in the flightgear of the Shadowbolts of old with bladed wingtips and iron shod hooves, flew out and took their place upon the stage, and stood stock still. The next, in the heaviest sheet steel plate, with a steel stetson helm, came wielding a greataxe, and on her back a war axe and a twin hafted beast of a blade. From this walking tank of musical mayhem, the Shadowbolts retrieved their chosen arms, the sleek mare with the graduating blue mane and tail took the war axe and weighed it in her hooves before taking her place proper, powering the blade with the cables nearby, but the smaller winged warrior hefted the beastly bass, and prepared to rock. The fifth to come was a Lady, a countess of the new court to be, as white as snow, with a coiffoured mane of deepest amethyst, in lace and gown she raised her instrument, also a guitar, but to her neck and rested it there. She took out a bow of brass strands, and in a flash of cyan, charged it her power. Prepared, she grinned, showing her bloodied fangs.

Finally, the last strode up to the stage under a heavy robe of midnight blue. As she made the last step to the microphone she threw back her head, and revealed to the silent mass the saviour of Equestria. Once the leader of the Elements of Harmony, who now stood behind her under the dark thrall of the Moon queen, her pink highlight was replaced with a teal streak matching her mistress’ livery, and upon her brow sat gold tiara. Only one pony wore that, and she who bore the title of the Day Mother was not here this night...

A blast wave of pure sound flooded the deathly crowd and bore down on them like a screeching hundred ton train of noise.
(For tune and timing, [youtube=http://m.youtube.com/index?desktop_uri=%2F&gl=GB#/watch?v=dtPs1QrMI1I])

The music stopped, but the roar continued.

For what seemed as hours, but were just minutes: Applause.
Cheers, cries, whistles, even a ‘Marry me Spike!’ or two, and through it all the thunderous roar of hoof on the well worn stone.

-CRACK- A arc of free electricity snapped across the street.
Silence.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHEEEheheheheheheheeheee’ the Black Queens doubled over in laughter, soon followed by the other six dark soldierettes and Lone Warrior. One of the massive Midnight Monsters managed to hobble to the other, and prodded her right in the chest. “And here We thought We were good!”.
The guffawing did continue.

The observant will have noticed 'incomplete' status, I plan the ;preparation' to come. There may be other fitting song fics, but they will go up as separate stories, and separate events. Unless there is a concert, or musical or something, you know, the sort of nonsense that would require hours of studying tracks till my ears bled.