The Grey faction's name originates from the base color of fear: Grey. Many think it is black, but it's not. You look Slender-mane in the place where his face should be. That's true fear, and it's grey. Me and Star had that figured out before the mis-hap. Grey is all that is, was, and ever will be. Combined. It doesn't make a solid color, it makes grey. But whatever, that's not my point. I have nothing left to lose. But that horrible, vivd memory still remains: Me, unable to move. Slender-Mane standing over Star, systematically removing and replacing her organs, with her somehow alive the whole time. Then, he turned his head towards me, and all of Star's organs, blood, and everything else flew at me. It splattered across my face, and my stomach contents emptied twice over, the puke, blood, shit, organ mix just made me puke more. Then, he just threw her head into the puddle, And I swear I heard a chuckle from his direction. Then, I lost it. I just tackled him, then somehow he was atop me. If it wasn't for Vinyl and Big Mac, I'd be a dead stallion. They got him off me, and got me to my hooves. Then, Mac ran at Slender-Mane, and even though a firm kick sent him flying, Slender-Manes speed overtook Big Mac, and then Big mac Literally exploded. His entrails staining my mane, and making Vinyl vomit. It was a huge impact on her, Ever since the mishap they had been mare-ied. I knew how it was. It just happened to me. I shouted at the creature: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" It made another chuckling sound, and dissapeared. I slumped down next to Vinyl. I pointed her face towards me and said: "We're going to kill that bastard. Look at me. We are going to make him pay. No matter what. Listen, their death's must not be in vain. We have to do this.". "He just exploded! That's just inhumane!" She shouted, directing her anger at me. I felt like I deserved her anger, hell I deserved everypony in Equestria's anger. The mis-hap was my fault. Combining two spells is bad, combining two pegasus magic repression spells is worse. "C'mon. We're leaving." I am removed from the memories by Vinyl's voice. "Huh, what?" I say, getting up. "Where now?" I ask, boarding her baloon. "Cloudsdale, liberation there would allow us to clear the skies."
I watch as she puts on her goggles, and fires up the baloon. The ride from Las Pegasus to Cloudsdale is a long one, so I try conversation. "Soo, are you just going to stay in the baloon or what?" I ask. "Hell no, I'm getting my left hoof wet, besides, I hear that the bastard is visiting for inspection there today." she says, Eyes forward. "You know that spell, to be able to walk on clouds?" I ask, looking at the objects scattered around the baloon. It was strange. Everyday objects turned into weapons. Octavia's bowstring was now a sword, Pinkie's party cannon shot nails and confetti, Even Vinyl's turntable was now capable of launching sharpened records at high velocity. Apparently Vinyl was talking while I was looking around. Now she's a bit angry.