Alrik?
There is a large, expansive, brothel. Thousands of Alrik's dead brethren are at a mile-long table, drinking mead and eating meat joyfully for eternity. Some of the men are in silent rooms, copulating with different women every night, and never getting tired. They seem happy and smiling, but Alrik just sat near the window, bored. Alrik was neither hungry for mead, meat, nor aroused by these women and chose to, instead, watch the blissful snowfall outside. Alrik put his fingers through his beard and groomed it repeatedly, every pull removing a little patch of skin. His eyes a little itchy, Alrik removed them and placed them in the jar right of him. With a strong pull on his nose, Alrik removed the increasingly itching skin on his face, every muscle strand snapping off his bones. Alrik placed his flesh into the jar and looked in the window's reflection of him to see if he got it all. Drunken joy and happiness echoed behind him, but soon the voices began to fade. The well lit room darkened. Alrik itched out of every pore in his body and stripped his bones clean. With every pull, the light and sound dimmed. With every pull, Alrik felt less itchy.
With every pull, Alrik felt more joy.
Then, there was no more itch, no more light, and no more sound. Alrik turned around and, instead of seeing the mile long table of his brethren, Alrik saw tiny, white, bits of light with small, blue, flames sitting upon the torches on the wall. With the small amount of light, Alrik could see conspicuous liquids seeping down the walls and odd figures laying near the white lights near the middle.
Alrik turned around and, instead of the window, saw the black bug horse from the pony's capital city. The horse's eyes were a neon green, reminding Alrik of his own 'eyes'.
"What do you want, fellow dead?" Alrik said, his voice cold as his submerged, rotten, heart.
The horse laughed, puffs of cold, black, smoke emanating from its mouth, "So you could talk, beast."
"It would be sad if the dead couldn't talk," Alrik said, sitting back in a chair, "wouldn't it?"
"I guess, beast."
"Please, call me Alrik," Alrik said, his eyes blazing purple, "and you are?"
"Please call me Chrysalis, Alrik the beast."
"Good enough," Alrik smiled, "so what were you here for?"
"I am here," Chrysalis said, "to drive you insane."
Alrik looked at her, his skull looking confused.
Chrysalis laughed a little, "Well, Alrik, during our little bout, it seems that you've been infected with my curse."
"What curse?"
The dead queen of the changelings laughed, "Well, Alrik, your undead body trapped my soul when I tried to trap yours, fucking lucky bastard."
"Lucky?"
"Well, since I am stuck in your head," the Changeling Queen laid onto the floor, "I have nothing else to do except one thing."
"What?"
"Plan to eradicate those that killed me."
Alrik looked at her, his head tilted, "as a dead horse?"
"No, Alrik..." the changeling queen laughed," as your little angel."
Alrik cackled loudly, and then asked, "Angel, in what way?"
"Well, Alrik, if you help me kill that that killed me," Chrysalis said, a huge smile on her rotting face, "I will help you with directions, speech, decisions, and even make it near impossible for someone to control your soul, but only if IT dies at some point."
Alrik looked at her with a smile, "What dies?"
Chrysalis smiled, her rotting smile looking better than her normal face, walked next to Alrik, and whispered two words.
Alrik
Alrik woke up into the darkness. Alrik escaped from under the bed, his eyes flooded with light before smashing a window. Alrik swam his items and boat to him. Alrik nearly broke the sound barrier by swimming off into the sunrise, acting like a rudder for his boat.
Princess Celestia
Princess Celestia had constipation from her diet.