Shit meet fan indeed.

You’re asleep, kind of. Well, YOU are. You’re body’s not!

*Your body's not

Also: Oh shieeeet...

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Nice catch. Thanks.

Holy shit, this is so fucking intense!

Please give happy ending please give happy ending...

And by that I mean people stop dying.

Or ponies, I suppose.

*shudders* I have that feeling of intense irreconcilable horror from that introduction.

Such as: Bad, horrible, a perversity of nature, of humanity itself ready to occur, dark and gruesome, twisted and (of course) inhumane, reaching deep inside you and providing a moral message/sucker punch to your survival instincts. All at the same time.

One of those things that loudly speaks at the unfairness of the universe in a situation that was precisely calculated to be unfair because it's fictional and thereby contains the horror of random death along with the moral affront at "murder".

Cabin in the Woods was an example of this, I hated that, and I was kind of freaking out before watching it too, but I watched it anyway.

And I'm going to read this anyway, I just figured I'd air my deep sense of disturbance beforehoof... Because the chilling feeling in my shoulder blades is causing literal shudders, among other reasons.

My trusty spook-a-meter is going off, it's rarely (if ever) been wrong when it has.

That was a really great story! Looking forward to chapter 6 (if there is any).
Shit, you inspired me to write a story just like this one.

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Chapter 6 should be in the next few days. My update schedule is sporadic. That's why I never list one for anything I write.

When the numbers station was just a mess of nonsense that somehow dicked up a pony's brain enough to cause self-mutilation and general craziness, that was unfortunate. Now that it's an actual consciousness that's been purposely and maliciously driving ponies to insanity and has found a vessel, that's terrifying. It's the evolution that brings about the horror. Well done sir.

I know I'm super fucking late to the party, but I just had to post this.

It was obvious to Rock that being here was supposed to mean something. A radio station; that had to be significant somehow. Yet try as he might, he couldn’t make any immediate connections between his current locale and any recent events. Of course, it helped that the only thing he could remember of recent was that ponies were dying. It seemed like such a foreboding and macabre thing to be aware of, yet he was somehow fine with it.

Engine. The Engine works to protect you.