• Published 3rd Aug 2018
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Under the Bed - tyrannosaurianrex9



Twilight thought that something that's lurking under her bed was just a figment of her imagination even as a filly, but her childhood nightmare turns out to be real.

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Chapter 5

Author's Note:

Okay, readers; the chapter is here! Sorry, I took so long. While during the middle of editing, LoneUnicornWriter isn't available for a week so I asked TheMysteryMuffin for help while I set this story "On Hiatus". Don't worry, everyone. The next chapter will be available soon.

At the library at dusk, Twilight sits on the sofa eating ice cream from a carton. She was suffering with hallucinations and uncontrollable imaginations. Pinkie sits on the other side of the sofa eating ice cream from a bowl.

"Pinkie, why can't I stop imagining things?" Twilight mutters.

"Probably because you can't stop thinking about that same creature," Pinkie says.

"I tried, I tried not to think about it, but the illusions won't get out of my head." Twilight scoops the orange-flavored ice cream and eats it. Oh, Celestia! That ice cream is so good.

"Yeah, you should get a psychiatrist." Pinkie takes a bite out of an ice cream from a spoon. "There is something wrong with your head."

"Do you have nightmares, Pinkie?"

"Yeah I do, but I'm not hallucinating unlike you. Do you have psychosis?"

"What's psychosis?"

"It's a severe mental disorder in which thought and emotions are so impaired that contact is lost with external reality."

"What are the symptoms?"

"I don't know. Delusions, hallucinations, talking incoherently, and agitation."

"I don't have psychosis, I have Asperger Syndrome or high-functioning autism."

"Really? How did you know?"

"My mom told me about my autism when I was a filly."

"Well, that explains how you were as frightened as Fluttershy."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because after your nightmares, you seem to be very scared. Autistic ponies are very sensitive."

"Does Fluttershy have autism?"

"No, she has generalized anxiety disorder." Pinkie answers. "I have bipolar disorder."

"I see." Twilight scoops the ice cream and eats it.

Pinkie looks dumbfounded. "Uh, you might get sick if you eat too much ice cream."

"Are you kidding? I love orange flavored!"

"Suit yourself." Pinkie trots away. "I'll go make dinner."

"I don't need dinner when I have ice cream."

Pinkie stretches over, takes the ice cream carton away from her, and continues making her way to the kitchen. "We're saving that for dessert, silly."

"Aww!" Twilight complains.

As Pinkie went to the kitchen, Twilight levitates a book from a nightstand closeby, opens it and she reads it. Suddenly, the words blur, vanishing from the pages. All but the exceptions of the words 'help' and 'me'. Both words travel to the middle of the page becoming bigger and more visible. Twilight rubs her eyes, but then she sees the unblurred words 'help' and 'us'. The words expand across the page, making what she saw very evident.

Stop it! Twilight rubs her eyes again trying not to imagine things.

Suddenly, the unblurred words made a face of some creature that looks nothing like a pony while the words around the face were blurred.

"Twilight..." The face that sounds like a young woman echoes.

Twilight rubs her eyes and shakes her head. "Stop it! STOP IT!" Twilight slams the book shut.

"Twilight, are you okay?" Pinkie asks.

Twilight reopens her eyes seeing the words in her book are now unblurred. "Y-Yeah I'm fine."

"Did you have crazy imaginations again?"

"Yes."

"Take your time, Twilight. I'll take you to see a psychiatrist tomorrow. Till then try to relax and think, happy thoughts!" Pinkie pulls herself back into the kitchen.

"Okay," Twilight moans with her head back on the sofa.

Twilight hears the same voice again. "Twilight, listen to me!"

In frustration, Twilight looks down and reopens the book to see the unblurred word-face again. "Stop tormenting me with crazy imaginations!" She whispers.

"You need to trust me, Twilight." The face says.

"How do you know my name? Who are you?"

"There's no time. I came here to warn you. You are in grave danger."

"Yeah. These hallucinations are driving me crazy!"

"You're not hallucinating. The Namahage is taunting your mind."

"What the hay's a Namahage?"

"I don't have time. It's hunting you down tonight."

Twilight's heart skips a beat. "You mean... the boogeyman my friend is talking about is real?"

"Twilight, whatever you do, don't go to bed even with your friend."

"But what should I do?"

The face disappears leaving all the words unblurred.

"Wait! Wait!" Twilight’s horn darkens back to its normal state dropping the book to the floor. "PINKIE PIE!" She cries out.

"What is it?"

"Can you come here for a sec?"

"I would Twilight, but I'm busy finishing dinner."

Twilight groans while resting her head backward. "What am I gonna do?" She sighs falling sideways onto the sofa.

Twilight sighs. Her mind suddenly thinks of Pinkie, feeling that, as a friend, she should go and see her. “I guess I'll go and see her in the kitchen. Maybe we could have a chat or something.”

Twilight gets up from the sofa and walks into the kitchen. Once there, Twilight sees Pinkie in front of the counter making a salad. Bemused, Twilight goes over to her.

“Your making salad... for dinner?” Twilight asks.

Pinkie then stops making her salad dish and grins back at Twilight. “Just making sure that you’re good and healthy!” Pinkie says. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Right, I needed to tell her something, Twilight thought. Should I tell her about the Boogeyman? She’ll never believe me, even after those crazy dreams I've been having. Think, Twilight, think!

Noticing her strange behavior, Pinkie waved her hoof in front of Twilight's face, trying to get a reaction. “Um, are you okay?”

Twilight suddenly comes out of thought and tries to answer. “Uh, yeah, I guess. So, Pinkie Pie… where do we sleep in?”

Pinkie smacks her hoof against her forehead, shocked at how Twilight could miss such an obvious cause. “In your bedroom, duh!”

Twilight realizes the obvious outcome, but didn't fancy that option. “Well, let’s not sleep in my bedroom because… well… I...”

“Let me guess," Pinkie says, cutting off Twilight, "you want to tell me the boogeyman is real whilst having those crazy imaginations again?”

Twilight’s eyes move side to side. “Eeehhh… sort of’...” She sighs heavily. “You don’t have to tell me it wasn’t real, but someone, inside the page of a book, told me that we shouldn’t go to bed. It was like a warning or something.”

“We’re not sleeping on your bed, silly!” Pinkie says, pointing at Twilight's chest. “Did the book tell you something while you were reading, or was it your crazy imaginations?”

“I’m not imagining things!" Twilight protests. "I don't read the book anymore! I know it sounds crazy, I know, but the boogeyman was-”

Before Twilight could do anything, Pinkie puts her hoof against Twilight's mouth, silencing her. “Twilight, let's not talk about it, okay? Just, not now.”

Upset by her friend's reply, Twilight tries to change Pinkie's decision. “B-but-”

“No ‘buts’, Twilight! Why don't you just relax, for once? It'll be okay, I promise.”

Twilight groans. “Fine! I’ll never tell you! I guess I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Twilight gets up and makes her way to the living room. But before she leaves the kitchen, Pinkie has an idea and obscures Twilight's way.

“Oh, I know! How about we sleep on the floor in the living room so we can play Truth or Dare after dinner? Sound fun?”

Twilight wasn't really listening by this point, but she didn't want to ignore her friend so she responded. “Oh, okay then.”

“Why don't you rest for a while? I’ll let you know when dinner’s ready, I promise.”

“Okay, Pinkie. Whatever you say.”

Twilight makes her way out of the kitchen and into the living room, hopping onto the sofa and watching, sleepily, Pinkie continuing her work on the salad.