//------------------------------// // Nightmare king // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------//         Once upon a pony time, in the magical land of Equestria. The 4 princesses: Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and Cadence, all abdicated the throne and relinquished their crowns to the one true queen. The former princesses all turned and bowed gracefully before their new ruler as she walked to the throne.         The Princess Diamond Tiara cometh         Behold         Behold         BEHOLD!!         The Princess stands before us         Behold         With a sinister smile, the young pink and perfect earth pony sat upon her glorious throne and looked over her subjects with glee. She sat there, feeling all of the power come to her, the power that made her superior to anything with horns and wings (they are ugly after all), and turned to her trusted assassin, “Snails, my darling husband.”         “Yeah?” Asked the buff, rugged, and tall yellow unicorn as he turned to look at his wife with a handsome grin.         “Go forth and hunt down the three criminals, those crusaders: Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle. They are easy to hunt down and very easy to murder,” Diamond said as she waved a hoof away showing pictures of three grotesque ponies.         “Yes my darling.” Snails said as he kissed Diamond's hoof.         “Aw, how nice! you kissed him before your life went down the crapper.” said a gruff voice.         “Who said that!? What kind of heathen would use such vulgar language!?” Diamond Tiara asked, shocked.         “What? It’s not my fault a crap head like you decided to rule from the toilet.” The voice spoke out, scratching a long metal claw along the throne.         “Its not a toilet, its a thro-AHHHHH!!”  Screamed Diamond Tiara as she looked at her throne, now changed into a white toilet with her cutie mark on the front. Leaping off of it in disgust she turned her head upwards to gaze upon the figure of the stallion that had been mocking her.          The stallion smiled as he popped out of the shadows, “Hi there little prinny.” He said, raising a gloved hoof. The glove itself was shaped less like a hoof and more like a dragon’s paw with four metal blades sticking out of them. Smiling with a sinister grin, he leapt off the toilet top and to the ground, showing his burnt face. The pink skin on his face looked as if somepony burnt every inch of hair and skin off it, leaving behind only muscle. The large sweater that adorned his body along with his pants seemed to compliment the fedora that adorned his head, giving him the look of a simple gardener or a stallion on the street were it not for the burnt flesh, “Well now little filly, its time for us to decrown that little head of yours.” The monster said, licking a blade of his claw before raising it.         It took only a few moments for the little filly to understand the sinister meaning as she let out a high pitched scream and turned to run away as the stallion slashed his claws at her. His claws dug deeply into her hind leg, through the cutie mark and into the soft flesh, leaving behind deep red bloody marks, “Ahhhh!” Diamond screamed as the blood oozed out from the wounds and trailing down her hind leg. Running as fast as she could while limping, she found herself no longer in Canterlot but in a boiler room, all the while she could hear chanting from fillies. 1, 2 Freddy’s coming for you          Panting she looked for a place to hide while she heard the scraping of metal along metal, as if the monster was taunting her with the fact he could easily find her. 3,4 better lock your door         The young filly began to sweat as she backed up against the boiler, feeling the fear slowly take her while the heat seemed to intensify. 5,6 grab your crucifix         Her light green eyes began to dart around, looking for the source of the chanting, and for her hunter as the noise suddenly stopped. 7,8 better stay up late         Trembling, the pink earth pony peaked around the corner to see if there was any sign of her killer. Letting out a sigh of relief, she backed away from the hiding spot and walked out, only to hear the scraping of metal on metal once again. Right against her ear. 9, 10         Turning her head around slowly, she looked straight into the eyes of her stalker as he raised his hoof to slash down up on her body.         “NO!” The filly screamed as she failed her hooves up from her bed. Opening her eyes and sitting up, she let out a giant sigh of relief as she wiped her forehead with her forehoof, “Whew, it was only a dream.” Diamond smiled wide as she said this, but then felt something sticky and wet on the side of her sheets. Looking down at her white sheets, she noticed a large wet spot forming where her hind legs were. Curiously, she pulled back the sheets to reveal four deep bloody gashes on her legs where the strange burnt pony had cut her. Her eyes opened in terror, she let out a scream before running to her parents bedroom. Looking inside the room, she trembled in fear as she looked to her mother’s bed, saw the blood trail leading from the bed to the wall where a giant spot of blood rested. Then the blood spot gave way to another trail up to the ceiling where she saw her mother, “Oh Celestia, no.”         The dark pink mare that rested on the ceiling could bear let out a scream as her neck was slowly cut open to let out some more blood to dribble down her barrel and stomach. Both were flayed open with deep cuts that exposed some of her inner organs while her legs were being pulled along the ceiling to write in bloody letters- NEVER SLEEP AGAIN. “MOTHER!” Diamond Tiara screamed. Supernatural Pony Tales: Nightmare King         “Jessica?” Sam said to a young red feathered griffon, “There is something I need to say to you.”         “Yes?” Asked Jessica from the other side of the bed as she looked at her lover.         “It’s going to be big ok? One of the most important things I’ll ever say,” Sam said.         “What is it, you goof?” Jessica giggled as Sam came closer to her.         Sam looked at her, his eyes gentle and welcoming with no signs of the hunter that he would become one day, “I love you, always.”         Jessica could only smile and kiss Sam softly in response, “I love you to. It’s just a shame that it never lasts... does it?”         “Jessica, what do you mea-JESSICA!” Sam yelled as the scene changed before him to where his griffon was now hanging from the ceiling and wrapped in a wreath of fire.         “Couldn’t have you getting married and wasting those valuable skills now can we?” Asked a black hoofed stallion as he stood before Sam, smirking evilly.         “Sammy, you all right?” Dean asked as he nudged Sam’s struggling body with his hooves.         Sam quickly shot up from the bed and looked at his older brother, putting a hoof onto his own forehead to wipe the sweat off of his brow, “ Yeah I’m fine, just... dreaming. Nothing major.” Sam said, breathing a little easier as he got off his bed.         Dean frowned at this little excuse, but chose not to pursue the matter further, “I see. Come on little Sammy, I made some breakfast.” with a smile, he went for the door.         “YOU, made breakfast?” Sam asked as he followed his brother down the stairs.         “Hey, I’ve been taking lessons from this hot mare back down at Sweet Apple Acres.” Dean defended.         As Sam made his way to the table, he arched an eyebrow at the mention of the word ‘hot’, “‘Hot’? You mean Applejack? Cute, yeah, but not hot.”         Dean let out a small smirk as if to say, ‘that’s a matter of opinion’, “So, have you found out anything about blood rituals while you were at the library yesterday?”         “Well, I found out that the guy who was killed by Orlock had a unique blood type for a pony... he had a bit of Crystal Pony in him,” Sam said, trying his best not to wince at the taste of the food.         “Crystal? Why is that such a big deal?” Dean asked.         “Well, as I was checking out in some of the books that Twilight borrowed from the empire.” Sam said.         “As well as checking out the princess’s fine flanks.” Dean muttered.         Sam’s face immediately became as red a beat at the mention of checking out the librarian, “Anyway! I found out that some sick mages, back when the empire was still around, would torture and kill crystal ponies for their blood.”         “Why?” Dean asked finishing up his plate.         “Apparently, some mages had the belief that crystal pony blood can be used as a source for making power crystals or sealing gems.” Sam said, glad to be done with the food.         “Any truth to that?” Dean asked, turning to his little brother.         “Yes,” Sam said grimly. “If enough magic is applied to the blood and it is heated up well, it could be used to make a soul gem or a gem powerful enough to capture a small demon.”         “So apparently, whoever used Orlock as a delivery boy didn’t want to spend the bits to get his ass to the empire.” Dean said.         “No, he didn’t, and would you want to? The empire’s a new place, the first birth and the first murder are going to be big news and whoever does it is going be hunted down. Better to just grab a random pony with a trace of crystal pony blood and hope for the best.” Sam said as he turned his head to the sound of the door being knocked.         “Mr. Whinnychesters, I need to talk to you!” cried out a little filly’s voice.         “Dinky?” Dean asked, a little happy about the filly’s frequent visits. Walking to the door, he opened it to let her in, “What do you need? Another vampire book?”         “No, I was hoping to see your mom’s journal about... dreams.” Dinky said, rubbing her leg.         “Dreams?” Sam asked walking up to the small filly as she nodded slowly.         “You see, a couple of nights ago... I have been having horrible nightmares!” Dinky exclaimed.         “Like what?” Sam asked.         “Well, sometimes, I’m dreaming of helping my mom out with her job or meeting up with The Doctor again, but then...” Dinky let out a little shudder, “there’s this bad pony that pops out, saying mean things about me and my mother. He keeps making fun of me and then, he’ll start coming at me with these long sharp claws at the end of his right leg. I look at him and realize that he wants to kill me! I try to use my magic, but I’m too scared too, so I run. I keep running a fast as I can, trying to get away from him. He just keeps walking, and all I can hear is this weird rhyme, playing over and over. Soon I get cornered or he manage to cut me and I scream and mom wakes me up.” “Sounds like a really rough dream kid.” Dean said, ruffling Dinky’s mane. “That’s not the scary part, look.” the little filly then turned to her side to show three deep red gashes on her side, “This is where he cut me in my dream.” Sam looked down on the side of the little filly and then back to her, “ Dinky, look, we are going look into this, but for now,” Sam said as he walked to the side of the room and then picked up a small doll alicorn with a short cut mane, “This is Deanie, the guardian of good dreams and good thoughts. I used him whenever I had bad dreams, because I knew I would always be protected... he was my personal dream catcher and I want you to have him for a while.” “Did it really work?” Dinky asked, a look of disbelief in her eyes. “Never had a bad dream for 22 years,” Sam said with a comforting smile. “Dean! I can’t sleep, I keep seeing nightmares!”  a colt Sam cried. “Why would you have nightmares, you know I’m here right?” A colt Dean said, hugging his little brother. “But not always! You aren’t in my dreams all of the time Dean,” Sam said, looking down at the covers of the bed. Dean let out a small sigh as he brought out a small plush unicorn with wings, “Here, I was thinking of giving it to ya tomorrow but now seems good.” “What is it?” Sam asked. “It’s a dream catcher, it’s meant to protect you from bad dreams and keep only the good dreams for you.” Dean said. “Aren’t they usually circles and strings?” Sam asked. “Not always, sometimes... they can be little things like a doll or a teddy bear. Now trust me, that thing will protect you just like I always will, Sammy.” Dean said as he hugged his brother. “Hey, Sammy! Yo! Equestria to Sammy, Celestia is calling!” Dean called, rapping his brothers head as they stood outside of the morgue. “Huh? Oh, sorry Dean.” Sam said, looking at his big brother, “You were saying something?”  “Yeah, I was saying that I think I might have a little something on our dreamweaver,” Dean said as he looked into an open book, “according to Mom’s journal, apparently there are monsters out there called nightmares that drain you while you sleep.” “But they don’t eviscerate ponies like that mare, and they don’t usually have griffon names like Freddy,” Sam said, not seeing a purple earth pony behind him letting out a gasp at the name. “Great, still on square one,” Dean sighed, “Just where do we g--” “DAD! Wake up!” Screamed a little brown colt with a beanie on his head. “AHHH! Stop,the pain!” Screamed an older stallion as he continued to punch himself in the chest and stomach, his eyes closed. Hearing the screams, the two brothers ran over to where the stallion and his son were, “What happened?” Dean asked the young colt. “My dad’s narcoleptic, so sometimes he’ll fall asleep randomly. Most of the time it’s funny, but this time,” the little colt whimpered as Sam tried to revive the aching stallion to consciousness, “ When he fell asleep he began to moan in pain and then he started screaming. He then started to punch himself for no good reason.” Dean looked down at the colt and smirked confidently, “Don’t worry kid, we got this,” and then he turned to his brother, “Sammy, is he awake yet?” “Almost got him,” Sam said as he raised a hoof and slapped the stallion awake, “Wake up!” The stallion’s eyes shot open wide and he let out a powerful scream, “AHHHHHH! Freddy Kruger, Freddy, Freddy. I’m sure of it, he’s back!” Dean looked back to the young colt, “Kid, look, go and grab Nurse Redheart and get your pops to a hospital.” Sam, meanwhile, put a comforting hoof onto the stallion’s shoulder, “Sir... who is this Freddy?” “A monster, a horrible monster. He comes for you in your dreams, haunting you, killing you,” the stallion said, holding onto Sam’s shoulders with a look of terror in his eyes. “Look, we can’t stop this bastard if you don’t give a better description than that.” Dean said as a mare came up right behind him. “I can help you two, I know all about Freddy Kruger,” said a dark purple earth pony as she came to the two brothers, “He’s too scared.” Sam’s hoof never left the stallion as he looked to the mare, “She’s right, Dean, this guy’s far too gone to be any help.” Looking at the mare with the the strawberry mane, Dean took a deep breath, “Ok, so what can you tell us.” “Not here, come to my house and I can tell you all about him,” the mare said, walking away. Within a few minutes, Carmine found her way to the mare’s house and the mare led the two brothers to the couch and offered them tea, “So what can you tell us, Cheerilee?” Taking a deep breath, the young mare grabbed a photo album and opened it up to a photo of her and three friends, “It all started around the time me and my friends were going to graduate. We had all applied to our own colleges and were all planning on what we were going to do with the rest of our lives,” the mare let out a sniffle as a tear came to her eyes, “ but one night, we had all been experiencing bad dreams and thought that a sleepover could keep us safe... we were wrong. “ “What happened?” Dean asked. Tears began to flow from Cheerilee’s eyes as she continued, “I watched as my best friend was killed that night, then her boyfriend, and then the stallion that I had fallen for. They were all killed by that monster. I soon demanded my mother to tell me the story and who this monster was. She told me that Freddy was a child murderer, that he would take kids to a boiler room and carve them up into pieces. When they arrested him, however, they had no evidence to connect him and he got away. But, Mom and some of the parents wouldn’t have it so they went off and burned him alive in his boiler room. She even showed me his glove as proof of her crime. “On that night, I decided that it was time to put that nightmare to rest and defeat him once and for all. I laid traps in the real world so I can remember where they were and I used those in the dream world to take him down and to bring him into my world. I then was able to beat him... or so I thought.” “What do you mean?” Sam asked. Cheerilee let out a small sigh, “ It was my third year of college when I began to hear reports of ponies in a psycho ward dieing in their sleep, their bodies found cut open or other weird deaths that couldn’t be explained rationally. Well, it didn’t take me long to figure out the answer... Freddy. I couldn’t bear the thought that some other ponies were going to go through the hell I was from losing their friends to that monster, so I took action.” Sam nodded in agreement, remembering when he had his own quest for vengeance against the monster who took his love away as well as the life of his father, “You salted the bones and burned the corpse.” Cheerilee nodded, “How did you know?” “We’ve had experience in this type of thing,” Dean said. “After I did that, I thought it was all over, he was dead. Sure, I had heard some small reports here and there, but  I shoved them off and thought it was all over.” Cheerilee took a deep breath, “Or so I thought. I have no idea why he’s here now or why he’s started killing again. Most of the fillies and colts don’t even remember him, they don’t even know why they would be afraid of him.” “I do.” Sam said. “What?” Asked Dean. “Cheerilee, would you say that the killing stopped around four years ago?” Asked Sam. “Yes.” Cheerilee said. “There’s your answer,” Sam said, looking to his brother, “What happened four years ago that might get the attention of a dream killer like Freddy Kruger?” It took Dean only a few seconds to figure it out, “Luna’s return!” “Exactly, what we’re seeing here is a message or a challenge,” Sam said, “ Fred’s basically saying to Luna, ‘come and get me, the dream realm’s mine.’ He’s trying to show to Luna that he rules her dream world and she can’t protect the ponies from him.” “So basically, he’s whining that a pretty little princess is stepping into his territory,” Dean shook his head a little, something about the idea that a monster would be afraid of a princess just didn’t sound right. “We gotta get a letter to Luna and tell her what’s going on so she can stop this,” Sam said as he got up, “Thanks for the tea miss Cheerilee.” “You’re welcome. Oh!” Cheerilee said, her eyes perking up as the brothers walked to the door, “and if you two could give Freddy a good kick in the balls, it’ll be appreciated.” The brothers smirked in response as they went out the door and to Carmine who quickly drove them to the treebrary. However, as they reached the door, Dean could only growl in frustration as he pulled the letter from the front of the locked door, “OH, you have got to be kidding me!” Sam looked over his brother’s shoulder and read: Dear visitor to the library         Have gone with Princess Twilight Sparkle and the elements of Harmony to go and revive the sleeping dragon princess,  Shapira. Should be back within the week with a nice shiny medal, cool sword, and Rarity’s hoof in marriage. Signed, Spike Hearth Sparkle. “SONOFABITCH!” Dean said as he kicked the ground beneath his hooves, “So what now!? we can’t wait a week, who knows what type of killing that monster could do!” “Only thing we can do,” Sam said, “One of us has to fall asleep and confront Freddy in the dream world while the other goes to Canterlot and tell Luna about all of this.” “Right, good luck Sammy,” Dean said, trying to get into the chariot. “Hold it,” Sam said, putting his hoof onto Dean’s shoulder, “You’re still hurting from the fight with the crow, I’ll go and fight Freddy.” “Oh no, I ain’t about to let you fight a monster on your own,” Dean said, looking at Sam with determined eyes, “I’m going to fight him.” “Oh, and like I’m going to let you die at the hooves of this madman. Hell no!” Sam then rubbed his temple with his forehoof, “Look, we’re not going to solve anything with arguing, lets flip for it. Heads, I’ll go to sleep, tails you go.” Nodding, Dean stood there as he watched his brother pull out a coin from the carriage and flip it. “Thanks for the potion, Zecora,” Sam said as he sat down on a long seat. “No thanks are needed friend Sam, a potion maker is what I am,” Zecora said, “Now this will put you to sleep, so the meeting with the monster you can keep.” Sam nodded as he took the potion from Zecora’s hooves and drank it slowly, quickly beginning to feel its effects, “Remember, no matter how much pain I’m in, don’t wake me up.” Zecora nodded as she watched the pony before her begin to doze off, “ Be wary Sam my dear, the monster knows what you fear. He’ll take the  things that fill you with dread, and use it to make you dead! Now go with luck, and give his face a good buck!” Zecora said as she watched Sam fall asleep. Elsewhere, as Dean rode in the back of the chariot, “Sam, you better keep yourself safe over there, or I’m going to kill you!” “Uh, Dean, I have some bad news about the coin,” Carmine said, looking back at Dean as they neared Canterlot. “What?” Dean asked. “I looked at the coin while you were talking to Zecora... it was a double sided coin,” Carmine said softly. “THAT NO GOOD SON OF A- I’M GOING TO KILL HIM,” Dean yelled and began to go on a long rant that involved swears not heard of since Celestia was a little filly and Luna wasn’t even born. The moment Sam opened his eyes, he knew that he was dreaming. He found himself in his old dorm room back at Clover University for law. Walking around the old room, he smiled to himself as he began familiarize himself with the room, “Sam?” Said a griffon. “J-Jessica?” Sam asked, an excited smile on his lips. “Yes, Sam. It’s me.” Jessica said with a chuckle, “I don’t know why you’re so surprised I’m here, we live together!” “Jessica, I’m so glad to see you.” Sam let out a sigh, his eyes narrowing in rage, “It’s just too bad that you’re not real.” “Now that’s unfair little Sammy,” Jessica said, her voice becoming gravely and ruff in an instant as her talon turned into a clawed hoof, “You could’ve waited for me to yell ‘fooled you!’ before I brought out the surprise.” Freddy said as he swiped his claws at Sam’s chest, just barely cutting into him. “I DO NOT CARE WHO YOU ARE!” A black pony guard with large bat wings yelled to Dean as he stood in front of the gates to Luna’s throne, “The Night Court is currently busy and will not be seeing any more ponies until tomorrow night.” “But my brother could be dead by then!” Dean yelled, trying to get by the guards. “Then I am sorry for your loss, but as I have said, the princess is currently busy!” The night guard said, looking down at Dean. “Not currently, Sunshine.” Said a dark blue alicorn as she walked out from the throne room, her sparkling ethereal mane flowing in the breeze, “Might I inquire as to why this stallion was barred from entering the night court.” “My apologies, my lady,” Sunshine Smiles said as he bowed before the princess, “It’s just that we know how you have been annoyed with the constant badgering from the Canterlot ponies about the recent nightmares and figured you would need your rest.” “While it is true that we have been bothered with the elite’s constant badgering, we will not turn away our ponies when they have need of us,” Luna said as she turned to the older brother, “Now, what do you need from the night court?” A smirk came to Dean’s face as he looked up at the regal alicorn, “Babe... I think I just fixed your little problem.” Sam fell through a few floors of a house, his legs held spreadeagle pulled by several strong chains. As the chains let the light brown stallion go,he rolled over onto his hooves and coughed up some blood. Wincing in pain, he struggled to get up, feeling the gashes on his side and the cuts on his back getting to him. Looking back and forth, he tried to see where his quarry was hiding from him. His eyes quickly began to dart left and right, making sure each corner was covered until he felt beads of sweat trail down his face, “Oh, no... you’ve got to be kidding me.” Above his head was a large ring of fire with a large griffon  wreathed in flame, “Sammy-boy, why did you let your old man burn? Why were you even born at all?” “Oh shut up!” Sam said, looking to his left and grabbing a longbow from the side of the wall and blasted it at the vision. “BAD PUPPY,” Freddy said, sitting on a stool and throwing a doggie biscuit at Sam, “ No shooting your old man, who you killed. Guess I’ll have to punish you!” With a smile, he leapt off from his stool and flew at Sam, slashing his face across his snout. Letting out a yelp of pain as the claws slashed his nose, Sam quickly uppercutted the burnt demon. With the demon dazed, Sam turned and bucked Freddy through a wall, which he followed him through. Standing in the next room, he began to hear a mare’s voice, “Oh look, the disappointment is here.” “Mom?” Sam asked, watching as a blonde mare walked out of the shadows with a cruel smile on her face. “Look at you, how pathetic,” Merry said, spitting to the side as she walked around Sam, “It’s only been an hour since you met Freddy and already you’re all cut up and bloodied. How pathetic you are, no wonder you ran away to college.” “Shut up, it wasn’t like that!” Sam said, shaking his head, “I just wanted to get out, live my own life away from hunting.” “And what did that get you?” Merry asked as a claw descended from the ceiling and cut deeply into his forehead. “The loss of the one you loved above all else and a lifetime on the road. This is why Dean is the golden boy and you should’ve never have been born!” Pushing through the pain of the blades that were cutting into his head and some that were cutting into his shoulders, Sam spun around and punched Merry hard into the face, sending her back. Growling, he turned and bucked her hard in the stomach. As he stood there, he began to pant hard, feeling his blood trickle from forehead and down his eyes. Wiping the blood away, he peered to where he struck the demon, hoping to see where the demon hid. As Sam looked around for Freddy, he did not notice the pair of giant claws that rose from the ground and grabbed his shoulders, digging deep into his flesh and pulling him up on his hind legs. Smirking, the sweater wearing demon appeared in front of Sam and sliced his stomach and chest several times, making blood splatter and fly from the wounds. His smile never leaving his face, he had the claws throw Sam into the wall with a very loud crack, “AHHHHH!” Sam yelled as he felt his ribs crack, making his breathing even harder, “Dean,” he moaned, “help.” As Freddy came closer to Sam, he was suddenly hit by a very large black chariot, driven by a dark blue alicorn, “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY BROTHER YOU SON OF A 1000 MANIACS BASTARD!!” Dean yelled as he stood on top of the chariot, his crossbow in hoof and his eyes burning red. Luna turned to the fallen Sam and made her horn glow bright, healing Sam, “Here you go, Samuel, your wounds are fully healed.” “Thank you, your highness,” Sam said, getting up slowly as Luna levitated a crossbow to him. “If you are up to it, I request the help of both hunters to help take down this abomination to my realm,” Luna said, turning to face Freddy as he got back up. “It will be my pleasure,” Sam said, smiling to Dean as he loaded his crossbow. “Good! Now remember Whinnychesters, give not an inch to this abomination. Do not let his evil trespass upon the sacred ground of the dreams of our ponies anymore!” Luna commanded, changing the stallion’s crossbows into one hoofed cannons with her magic. “Oh Shi-” Freddy was unable to finish as he was bombarded by a hail of cannon fire and magic blasts. When it was over, he laid on the ground in immense pain and was unable to move, “You miserable Bi-AHHHHH!” “That will be enough out of you!” Luna said as she stepped onto the demon’s chest and began to press her hoof onto his chest and began to crack his ribs, “Now, you will hear our demands and you will accept them. Understood?” “Fu-AAAAAH!” Freddy let out another scream as he felt Luna continue to crush his ribs. “I did not ask for your opinion, what I wanted was an agreement. Now, do you understand?” Luna asked again. “You BastaHHHHHHHHHH!” Screamed Freddy as his ribs were pushed into his lungs. “The origin of my birth is not what is at question, what is... is do you understand me?” As Luna heard the pitiful moan coming from Freddy, the princess of the night continued, “Now, you will continue being a nightmare king and haunt the dreams of the ponies of the world. You can scare them all you want, even teach them a lesson based on their fears and help them to conquer them. You are NOT to kill them, or hurt them, merely scare them. If I hear that you kill even one pony, I will find you. I will then wipe you from existence, not only from the plane of dreams but of every plane of reality in the universe. They will never find your body, is this understood?” Freddy nodded slowly, before moaning, “ You drive a hard bargain, your majesty. I’ll do it.” A smile formed on Luna’s face as she let good of Freddy Krueger and sent him away. Then she turned to the two brothers, “As for you two, thank you both for alerting me to this trouble maker. With your help, I was able to save a lot of my subjects lives and protect many more. Thank you.” “Hey, hunting monsters, protecting ponies, it’s the family business,” Dean said with a smile, “Its why Mom thought we were at the best at this, right Sammy?” Sam let out a soft smile as he began to remember his mother, “Yeah.” And with that, Sam’s dream world shattered.         Luna pulled back from the sleeping Sam and turned to the older brother, “Your brother should be ok now, Dean. He just needs some sleep.” Luna said as she smiled at the two brothers, “Now, I must be off to Canterlot, it is almost time to raise the sun and my sister will be worried if I am not there. You know how big siblings are, being one yourself.” Dean nodded, “Yeah, we get a little protective of our little guys,” he then ran a hoof through his little brother’s mane, smiling. As Luna walked out of the hut, Sam began to squirm a little and mumble, “Thanks for being there, to chase away my nightmares, Dean.” “Hey, it’s what I do Sam.” Dean said, “Ain’t no dream demon or monster is going to get you while I’m here. Ever.” The gangly stallion walked away from the house of Cheerilee, smiling as he looked at the remains of a burnt glove, “the Hand of the Nightmare King. You know boys, you are making this little hunt of mine... almost easy” He said, chuckling.