//------------------------------// // Chapter 9 // Story: The Tale of Adrian // by DarthMalentai //------------------------------// I don’t know what I expected this time after entering the dream state. The only thing I did know that was reverberating around my mind was what that blue blob was in my room. All that could describe the blue blob was main big blue blob center, top left and going across was lighter blue. That is all I saw. I couldn’t put it to any of the ponies I had been with but I didn’t, and don’t, care. The only true concern I had was what was going to be waiting for me in my subconscious mind this time. ‘I hope it isn’t a repeat of last time,’ I mentally say. If there was something off about my last dream, it would be Luna popping in and changing it. ‘What did she say again? Something about “ripples” affecting other ponies dreams?’ “YOU!” I hear a shout and look around. I take in the scene placed around me, and that is still forming. It’s… my Elementary school? Why here? “YOU” I hear again but this time behind me. Turning around I face someone I hadn’t wanted to face in a long time. The kids name escapes me but he was probably THE worst person in the world, well short of all the major criminals from the various wars we have had. This kid was well known to the police as a possible gang member but they never really did anything because he was buff as hell, and broke a door by ramming it. The kids face was scarred and bruised, as he usually looked, and his muscles literally bulged from him. “What do ya want, ass?” I respond. I notice that I am at least 2 feet taller than the kid. That still really didn’t leave out the intimidation factor that he gave off since he was out of school more often than not for violence against other students. “Give me your money, Fruitcake” He spoke out in a voice so full of hatred and malice it made Celestia sound like her normal self when she spoke out the same way. I swear to God there is no way that Celestia could match the same amount of hatred as this kid. “Sorry but it seems I have run out of fucks to give,” I respond near the same level as him. “Sorry what was that? You have none?” I nod. “Well looks like you get a free beating for leaving me hungry!” He looks overly joyed at the perspective. “Not a chance.” I step back, willing a wall in between me and him. Thinking that the wall will stop him I start walking away. “My dream means my rules, bi-”A large explosion followed by rocks, bits of brick and cement flies over head. “I didn’t say you could leave now, DID I!” he shouts. As I look towards him I see he is now at least 8 feet tall. ‘Why does this always happen?’ I question myself as he starts charging at me. “Now prepare to be demolished!” ‘it’ speaks in almost a daemonic voice. “But I don’t wanna!” I yell back as I will myself into the air over his head. Then I will there to be a chasm right in front of him, and as I watch him fall in I proceed to mentally pat myself on the back. “Man, dream fights are always annoying but fun.” I smile to myself while looking at that kid falls into the abyss and disappear. When he was sufficiently far gone, I closed the chasm. With a resounding crash the ground where the chasm was seemed as it did before I ripped my dream up a little. ‘Now when does the scenery change?’ I question myself. Usually when these fights ended my dream moves on. “Unless…” I look back to where the chasm was and noticed a slight rumbling sound. “…please tell me that isn’t what I hope it is. Please oh PLEASE!” I beg to the same unknown gods. As fate would have it, the dream descended into a war between myself and all things that have scared or given me a terrible life. Hell even Barney was there, and that purple dinosaur creeps me the fuck out. Besides that, as usual I would lose, and this is where things go downhill. First it started with me being speared by creatures best left not said, then it was being slowly skinned and gutted for food. As dreams go, you are awake for all of this so you see as they slowly move you innards around, draining you clean of blood and cleaning the blades that would be used to cut and gut you. The only difference is at this point everything froze. I have no idea why but I took that chance. Summoning all my will power from the gruesome thoughts, I turned darkness into light and began piecing myself back together. After all my parts came back into one, I turned my hatred for things that make me incapable of happiness towards the things that reside within my mind. Forming my hatred, I create a blade of pure gold, and along its’ blade were tally marks. As the dream came back from its frozen state; all the creatures turned to face me. I formed beings of light to aide me for I was already done dealing with the things that caused me pain and fear. When the creatures of darkness had finally turned towards me, I charged. With each swing of my blade, I slew things that had caused me to freeze with fear. Aliens from the Aliens movie and the Predators from Aliens vs. Predators were hewn left and right. My rage burning brightest as the disfigured forms of bullies and people I thought were my friends when I lost my mother also appeared. Their forms I left no quarter, and sliced each at least a dozen times. As I look around, I notice that a good quarter of the foul beings that reside in my head gone but I had only been cutting the literal surface of the memories. In that instant of surveying the field, I had missed the form that I dreaded the most. It was my darkest thoughts and memories coalesced into a form more horrifying to behold than it seemed. The Darkness itself smashed its giant clawed hand straight into my stomach, launching me back a good distance. Pain was all I could register, and as soon as I regained my sight I saw the monstrosity slowly lumbering its way over to me. As fate would have it, in that instant I froze. I could not move nor speak. All I could do was look at what was coming towards me with slow stride. ‘This is going to hurt,’ I think to myself. Then the cynical side of my piped up, ‘At least it was an interesting dream.’ ‘Cram it.’ I respond ‘No’ the cynical side replies. At that moment a bright flash envelopes my whole field of vision. ‘If this is Luna I am really screwed.’ I think to myself. As the light dies down my fears become true as Luna stands there with a annoyed expression. “Would you like to explain to me what this is?” Luna gestured with a hoof to the surrounding area. “Nightmares trying to kill me?” I say in a quieted voice. “What’s that? Sorry, didn’t hear you.” Luna asks getting a little closer, obviously more agitated than I originally thought. “All my past nightmares were trying to kill me.” I say again, still hushed. “Nightmares. You know how big of a wave you caused with this one!?” Luna says loudly. “I had to go to a fair amount of our subjects to quiet their dreams after finding that you caused yet another bout of nightmares for others.” “Sorry?” I say near silent. “No that wo-” She gets knocked aside by a giant hand. I look past where Luna had been and see the Darkness again. “LEAVE.” It commands Luna. The next few moments were probably the scariest thing in my life. Let’s just say angry Luna is something not to trifle with. She not only banished the Darkness but then lecturing me for what seemed like years, and when more of my nightmares came up she just looked at them, and they ran. If I hadn’t been scared stiff I would have been right next to them. “L-Luna?” I stammer, very afraid if I did one thing wrong she’d would probably smash me into nothingness. She just turns her head towards me, still very irked. “What?” Luna breaths out, then lets out an sigh. “N-Next time you pop in I’ll make sure to be having a happy dream cause you are scary when your angry.” I say, still scared shitless. Her look turns to one of bemusement, and then she starts laughing. “What?” I ask, slightly taken back that she was laughing at me. After her laughter died down she looks back to me, and then she just shakes her head and disappears. “See you in the morning Adrian.” She simply states from…wherever she is. “Uh…sure?”I question the apparent nothingness. “Well… *Sigh*.. This sucks.”