The brown mare named Ginger Bread with huffed and puffed as she was chased through the forest.
Oh Celestria I don't want to die, please don't let me die!
Her lungs burned but she didn't care she need to put her distance between her and that... that thing!
Then there was a spot of light ahead of her that made hope well up inside of her like a balloon.
A clearing!
She hopped into the sun filled clearing and looked around to see if that monster pony had followed her. not seeing any sign of it she collapsed onto the grain field.
Worst. Birthday. Ever. Gosh turning 19 in Equestria was supposed to signify adulthood, not an abduction by strange and alien squid monsters things
After catching her breath Ginger Bread looked around the clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a small barn with a hay silo. What she thought was a clearing was actually a small farm with a tiny shack of a house in the center of it. To most ponies it would look like a grotesque tiny stone shack but to her it seemed like her salvation. She ran inside and slammed the door shut gasping for air.
Though the outside of the shack had seemed grizzled and bare the inside was quite cozy. There was a velvet spread rug by the entrance that read "Welcome to Home!". There sitting down in the rocking chair was an old mare rocking in her chair who looked up to see Ginger Bread barge into her house. Instead of being surprised however she just looked up with mild concerned.
"My child are you alright? You seem frightened." said the old mare.
"Your darn right! I'm being chased!"
"Let me put on some tea. Take a seat."
"But!"
"Take a seat."
Heat thumping Ginger Bread took a seat. Her eyes darted back and forth from the door to the window looking for any sudden movements. She wouldn't let them get the best of her oh no. first she'd set up cameras around the house. Yes that makes sense. The couldn't teleport while on camera. Then she would draw the operator symbol and then...
Suddenly there was a pounding at the door as a black mass slammed itself against the door. The old oak door held firm however and didn't seem to buckle.
"Oh Celestia! They're here! I'm too young to die." cried Ginger Bread.
However the old Mare didn't seem to hear her yell. Nor did she seem aware of the banging at the door.
"Tea is ready." She asked in a calm and collected voice. "It may help collect yourself and calm your nerves." The old pony began to pour the tea, vibrations of the banging on the door periodically
"TEA? are you insane!" screamed Ginger Bread. "We are about to die! This weird tentacle pony is knocking on our door and you can't do anything but offer me tea!"
The tea began to overflow the side of the teacup.
"Your mind is like this tea cup." The old lady continued "It's overflowing with a delicious substance. But if you continue to pour more and more into it, the more the tea goes everywhere and someone needs to come clean it up."
The old pony bent down and began to lick the tea off the dusty and old floor.
Ginger Bread wouldn't listen and was instead screaming nonsense.
"They are in my head! Oh God they are in my head!!! I can hear their thoughts! What horrible creatures? What did I ever do to them? It hurts oh it hurts!"
"Calm down please" The old mare said spilling more and more tea onto the ground.
Ginger Bread began to froth at the mouth singing curses in an old horrid language that should have been destroyed long ago.
Tendrils began to sprout from Ginger Bread's back, but it was too late, the black mass outside had broken the door down and was enveloping Ginger Bread before she had the chance to fight back. Her tiny tendrils struck out at the black mass's stronger and more experienced tentacles, each of her's plucked out as the black mass enveloped her. You could see the back of Ginger Bread's hind legs disappear down the horrible gullet of the black mass.
The Old Mare didn't react to any of this, and instead shook her head sadly and took a sip of her tea.
The black mass looked around the cabin looking for another victim, seeing nothing however she simply shook her head.
"Another seed down, twelve more to go."
With that the black mass took off into the night, leaving the old mare surrounded by her spilt tea and black blood.
She went back to knitting. Her name is Steel Heart. The black mass's name is Golden Eyes.