A deranged Pegasus known as Michael Myers escapes from Cloudsdale's mental institution and makes his way to Ponyville.
On Nightmare Night, 15 years ago, six year old Pegasus Michael Myers murdered his sister and elite Wonderbolt-in training, Judith Myers. Afterwards, he was sent to Cloudsdale's mental institution under the care of Dr. Right Direction. Many years of psychological study later though, Right Direction concluded that Michael wasn't an insane pony...just pure evil.
15 years later, once again on Nightmare Night, Michael was to be sentenced to death by Pegasus Device for the murder of his sister, being seen as too dangerous to Cloudsdale's elite flock to be kept alive. However, when Michael was to be transferred to the Rainbow Factory, he managed to escape Cloudsdale and headed for Ponyville, in search of his younger sister. Dr. Right Direction is now in hot pursuit of his patient, hoping to Celestia that he wouldn't harm anypony else.
It just so happens that on this Nightmare Night in particular, Fluttershy is foalsitting the Cutie Mark Crusaders...
All of these feelings stirred inside the mind of the young Pegasus as he roamed the streets of Cloudsdale that Nightmare Night in his yearly search for candy. While the many other colts and fillies had happy, beaming faces on this holiday, this particular child hid his emotionless face behind the mask of his clown costume. The little colt had a grey coat, a black mane that sat atop his head, small, undeveloped wings, and a blank flank, which was hidden by the cloth of his multi-colored costume. His name was Michael Myers…and he wasn’t happy.
Michael loved Nightmare Night to death, hell it was his favorite holiday of them all. Candy, costumes, the scares, and the legend of the infamous Nightmare Moon. He loved that shit. Unfortunately, he was Trick-or-Treating all by himself this year. His parents had gone out that night, and left his older sister, Judith Myers, in charge of himself and his infant sister. But instead of accompanying him like she was SUPPOSED to be doing, she claimed she had other “business” to attend to at home. Michael uses that word very loosely, because he could swear as he departed from his home made from clouds, that he saw another Pegasus, presumably a stallion, flying into his sister’s bedroom window. It wouldn’t surprise him if they were doing something lewd in there; his sister was a total whore. But he swore if he came back home and herself and a stallion were having intercourse on the couch, somepony was going to pay for his loneliness…
It had been about 2 and a half hours or so since Michael had left for Trick-or-Treating. He had started to trot back to his home, a huge pillowcase full of candy held tight in his teeth. He approached the front door to his house, prepared to knock, when he heard something coming from the other side. He couldn’t make it out at first, but after pressing his ear to the door, he swore it sounded like moaning. Michael had started to get quite suspicious when he heard that. If it was what it sounded like…
Michael hesitated banging on the door and instead looked into the window, putting a hoof above his forehead to see clearly…his suspicions had been correct. Judith and a stallion he didn’t recognize were in the middle of a heated make-out session on the couch, both of them moaning in-between breathes. To say the least, Michael was disgusted. Not in the same way most younger colts would find this sort of display, the whole cooties ordeal and whatnot, no. Michael was sickened. Just the thought of his sister abandoning him just so she could make love with her coltfriend, the idea made him beyond angry. His grip on his pillowcase sack tightened as he clenched his jaw and bared his teeth behind his clown mask. He heard his sister say something in a seductive tone to her coltfriend, and both ponies ran up the stairs to the house. He couldn’t hear what it was, but considering the circumstances, he could take a wild guess. This kind of thing had been going on in his life for too long now. His parents were almost never around, his sister was always sleeping around and leaving poor Michael in the dust…and frankly, he was sick of it. He decided that this bullshit ends tonight…
Michael ran to the back door, which his careless sister had left unlocked. Unlocked door on Nightmare Night…seems pretty bucking legit. He silently trotted into the house, tossing his sack of candy on the kitchen table and switching on the lights. Almost immediately, he walked toward a jack-o-lantern that he hadn’t finished carving due to his time-crunch to get to Trick-or-Treating. The large, kitchen knife he had used was still stuck inside the pumpkin’s cranium. Perfect for what he was about to do. He pulled the knife from it, and held it in a death grip in his right forehoof. Michael went into the living room and headed for the staircase, when he noticed something in the corner of the room. A large, pink playpen with a little Pegasus filly sleeping inside. She had tiny, fluttering wings that flapped when she snored, a pale yellow coat, and a pink mane that draped over half of her face. To say the least, she was adorable, and Michael’s baby sister. He decided to try not to wake her up as he worked; it would be a shame to disturb such a peaceful little pony in her sleep. Michael proceeded to continue on his way to his sister’s room upstairs, when he heard the sound of heavy hooves clopping down the stairs. Out of fear of being discovered, Michael quickly hid around the corner, trying not to alert the source of the clopping. The figure had come into view now; it was none other than the stallion that had snuck into the house earlier, only now he was making futile attempts to keep his wings folded. Michael cringed as the smell of the ponies’ sexual encounter lingered over the stallion and assaulted Michael’s nostrils…Judith is SO gonna get it.
“We’ll meet up tomorrow, k babe?” the stallion called from downstairs.
“Alright sweetie.” Judith called back from her room, as the stallion flew out the front door.
With the stallion now out of sight, Michael started his ascent up the stairs, creaking and groaning as his hooves slowly climbed their way up. Once he was at the top, he was faced with the sight of Judith’s bedroom door. He slowly creaked it open, making sure to make the least amount of noise possible as to not alert his sister. He quietly trotted his way inside, seeing Judith sitting in front of a mirror, brushing her mane, as well as having the same amount of difficulty keeping her wings down. The room was emitting the same odor as the stallion, only here it was much stronger and potent. Ever so slowly, Michael trotted behind his sister and glared at her through his mask. Without any warning, she turned around fast, and nearly screamed in shock. She must have seen him in the mirror.
“Michael! What’re you doing in my room you little shit?!” she yelled.
After hearing no response from her brother, Judith proceeded to smack Michael across his masked face.
“Answer me when I’m talking to yo-“ Judith was cut off by the feeling of Michael thrusting the knife deep into her stomach, making her yelp in pain and leaving her mouth agape. Blood poured from the open wound and dripped onto the carpet, dyeing it a dark red. Judith summoned the lung power to release a bloodcurdling scream of agony, and let out several more as Michael removed the knife, and stabbed her several more times, hoping to quickly silence the Pegasus. Blood splattered from the stabbings onto Michael’s clown costume and mask, making it look all the more sinister.
“M-Michael stop! P-Please stop it! I don’t want to-“ Judith was shut up when Michael punctured her throat with the knife’s blade, leaving it there for several seconds before her heartbeat finally stopped and whatever life was left in her eyes…left.
Michael removed the knife from the mare’s neck and took the mask off his face, revealing his cold and unfeeling, brown eyes, which gazed upon the aftermath of his work. The only sound that had filled the room was the sound of Michael’s heavy breathing through his nostrils. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed a bit of blood that had made it onto his muzzle, and he slowly licked it off.
He noticed a shiny badge on the table Judith had been sitting at. It was something given only to Wonderbolts in training in the flight academy. Ponies had always said that she was destined for greatness, destined to be one of the greatest flyers to ever streak across the skies of Equestria…Michael never believed it for a second. His pathetic slut of a sister had left him completely with nopony at his side, and he was expected to live in HER shadow all his life?!...Like hell.
Michael picked the thing up in his hoof and pinned it to his chest. He didn’t show it, but he was pretty proud of himself for his work.
All of a sudden, Michael heard the sound of his baby sister crying for her mom and dad downstairs. He hurriedly made his way down the staircase to his sister’s playpen, where she saw her tearing up upon her awakening. Michael loomed quietly over the little filly as she looked at her blood-drenched brother with curious, teal eyes. Michael lifted her out of the playpen and held her on his back, while she made quiet, drooling, baby noises.
“Michael?”
He heard a male voice coming from the front of the house as he saw his mother and father come in, returning from their date. Michael didn’t say anything, but only looked at his parents with the same, emotionless face.
Michael’s parents noticed the blood covering their son, and the knife he held in his hoof, and gasped in fright.
“Michael? Michael, what happened?” his mother asked with a serious amount of concern in her voice.
Michael’s mother removed the yellow filly from his back, wondering just why Michael was soaked in blood. His dad then noticed something glowing through the seams of Michael’s clown costume, specifically on his flank. Michael’s dad quickly took the costume off his son, and gasped in horror at what he saw emblazing on Michael’s flank.
Michael had gotten his cutie mark, a knife drenched entirely in blood.
This particular night in Cloudsdale was quite the ominous one. Contrary to what you may believe, it rains even in the floating city, just as it does everywhere else in Equestria. Cloudsdale isn’t above its own laws of the weather you know. Nevertheless, the rain made Luna’s night look all the more menacing than it should.
In the midst of it all, two Pegasi were soaring in the air toward Cloudsdale’s Mental Institute for The Criminally Insane. One was an elderly white stallion wearing a brown trenchcoat with a small, grey beard, a bald head, and a look of concrete seriousness planted on his face. The other was a brown Pegasus mare wearing a nurse outfit and wearing too much makeup.
“How long have you been on this case Dr. Right Direction?” The mare asked.
The doctor’s never-ending look of deep-thought said that he wasn’t very interested in conversation, considering the circumstances, but he answered anyways.
“Fifteen years. Fifteen long and agonizing years I have been on that thing’s case.” Right Direction responded.
The nurse raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Not to be rude doctor, but shouldn’t we refer to “that thing” as “him?” she asked.
The stallion inwardly rolled eyes at the naïve mare.
“If you say so.” He said.
The two approached the front gate of the facility. The two had been assigned to transfer a certain patient to Cloudsdale’s Weather facility that night. Neither of them knew why, but what Right Direction had been told, it would get rid of the monster that has threatened Cloudsdale’s flock for so many years.
How exactly does a Weather Factory handle a beast like Michael Myers?
Well, let’s just say that a rainbow’s tale isn’t quite as nice as the story we knew of sugar and spice.
You finish the puzzle.
Upon reaching the gate, the Pegasi were greeted with a most disturbing scene.
Several dozen of the patients of the hospital were walking aimlessly around the entrance of the facility, all of them still in their hospital robes and soaking wet from the rain.
“Since when do they let them wander around like that?” The nurse asked.
Dr. Right Direction had a sense of intense dread after seeing these mentally unstable ponies just trotting around wherever their brains lead them. And just the thought that Michael could be involved…
“Hold on. Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He said, swiping his key-card across the scanner, making the gate creak as it raised out of the way of the two ponies. Right Direction immediately approached the front door, banging on it constantly with his right hoof for a guard to get out there. The nurse just stayed at the gate, waiting for the doctor to get back with an explanation. Standing in the middle of the cold and wet night made her feel quite uncomfortable and vulnerable…
Suddenly, something zoomed past the nervous mare, planting itself behind her with a loud THUD. She turned around quick to see the gigantic shape of an extremely menacing figure, pony-like in shape. It was a little difficult for her to make out any features, but she could see the stallion was a Pegasus, incredibly large in stature, and very muscular, both in wings, and in its torso. A flash of lightning cracked across the sky, giving off enough light to reveal the stallion’s Cutie Mark…Its bloodied-knife...Cutie Mark.
This was Michael Myers…Now fully grown.
Before the mare even had a chance to react, the pony grabbed her mane its teeth, prompting her to scream in fear. He dragged her squirming body towards the metal bars of the gate, and slammed her forehead into them, knocking her body to the ground. Noticing the open gate, Michael flared his wings and took off out of the hospital’s grounds.
Right Direction had heard the nurse’s agonizing screams, and quickly galloped to her aid.
“Are you alright?! What happened?!” he yelled over the sound of the rain hitting the cloud-ground.
The nurse had a big cut on her forehead, and struggled to stand up, much less speak.
“I-It was M-Michael. H-He got out. H-He’s free.” She stammered.
The Doctor recoiled in horror at the Mare’s revelation, and looked into the darkness beyond the open gate.
“Oh dear Celestia no…” he whispered.
Cloudsdale Weather Corporation
October 31, 8:30 A.M.
Nightmare Night
“WHAAAT?!” Rainbow Dash yelled, slamming her hoof on the desk in front of her.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MICHAEL MYERS ESCAPED?!” she yelled at the stallion sitting down in front of her.
Dr. Atmosphere appeared unfazed by his superior’s outburst, and tried to explain.
“Ms. Dash, I’ve told you already. Dr. Right Direction was going to transfer him to the Factory, and he informed me that Michael Myers had literally flown right out the front door.” He responded
Rainbow crossed her forelegs and growled.
“That old fool. He was never able to keep that animal under control. And now that he’s out, Cloudsdale’s entire elite flock is in jeopardy.” She hissed.
Rainbow had been lost in her own thoughts for a moment, when she suddenly realized something.
“Oh no…If Michael hurts anypony else, eventually they’ll trace his execution sentence back to the Rainbow Factory. We’ll be found out, my reputation will be ruined, and you’ll be out of a job.” Rainbow said in a very grim tone.
“Well what course of action do you suggest we take Ms. Dash? Dr. Right Direction has already informed the royal guards, and Michael is nowhere to be seen.” Atmosphere asked.
“I want you to shred any documentation we ever had on Michael Myers. If anypony asks, we had NOTHING to do with any of this.
Got that?” Dash replied almost immediately.
Dr. Atmosphere nodded his head.
“Yes ma’am.” He said.
“Good. Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to get back to Ponyville.” Dash said, flying towards the door.
“Hehe. Still a sucker for Nightmare Night even when all the gory stuff’s right here?” Atmosphere asked with a smirk.
Dash turned her head back to him, looking quite unamused at his statement.
“I’m sorry, but would you like a turn in the Pegasus Device next?” she questioned.
A bead of sweat ran down the side of Atmosphere’s forehead. He knew that Rainbow Dash doesn’t make idle threats. Especially not in the workplace.
“My apologies Miss Dash.” He said.
Rainbow seemed satisfied with his apology and flew out the door, Ponyville being her destination.
The second she left, an angry frown spread across Atmosphere’s muzzle.
“Hmph. Those guards had better not get Michael before he rips those wings right off your back.” Atmosphere growled…
Canterlot
October 31st 9:30 A.M.
A few short hours ago, Princess Celestia had raised the sun to bring forth a brand new day. This particular one was normally a happy occasion. The daytime hours before the events that would later take place once Luna brought out the moon.
Nightmare Night.
Speaking of Princess Luna, she would normally sleep her way through the day, awaiting the moment for waking when it was time to bring about the night-time. Being a creature of the dark at heart, it was only natural that she prefer to sleep the day away…
However, at this moment, here she was, standing at the open window of her quarters, looking on at the luscious, green landscape of Equestria from above, high atop the cliff the castle rested upon. Her face was one of concern, and filled with anxiety.
“Luna? Does something trouble you?” Princess Celestia asked, passing by the open door of her sister’s room. If Luna was awake before 8 at night, then she knew something was wrong.
“…I can’t sleep.” Luna replied.
Celestia raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Can’t sleep? Why? Are you nervous about something?” Celestia asked.
“It’s just this day I suppose.” Luna sighed.
Celestia wore a concerned frown over her sister’s current state.
“Luna, didn’t Twilight put your insecurities about Nightmare Night to rest?” Celestia asked.
Luna turned around and raised her hoof.
“Nonono. It isn’t that…It’s just…there’s something in the air. Like something terrible is going to happen. I can feel it.” Luna said.
Celestia pondered her sister’s feelings. Something terrible? Well that could mean anything in Equestria. Nightmare Moon could resurface, Discord could break out of his stone prison again, or…
“Your highness!” a male voice called out from behind her. Celestia turned around to see Commander Shining Armor standing in the doorway, looking rather serious.
“Now is really not a good time Shining Armor.” Celestia said politely.
“But your majesty, this is urgent! I’ve just been informed that Michael Myers has escaped!” Shining Armor shouted.
Celestia and jumped back at the mention of that name.
“…That…that monster is on the loose?!” Celestia shouted, breaking her usually calm composure.
Luna cocked her head to the side in curiosity.
“Forgive our ignorance on the subject, but pray tell, who is this “Michael Myers” thou speakest of?” Luna asked.
“Somepony you don’t want to meet in a dark alley. Princess, I’ve got Michael’s doctor waiting outside the castle, and he is frantic as all Tartarus about this, and he suggests I do something. I await your orders.” Shining Armor said.
“I want you to get as many Pegasus guards into Cloudsdale as possible; I want that psycho found, dead or alive. And don’t let word about this get out. If my little ponies found out about Michael’s escape, they would all panic. The ensuing Chaos would probably allow Discord the opportunity to escape.” Celestia ordered.
Shining Armor bowed before the Princesses.
“Yes, your majesty.” He said before exiting the room
Once he was gone, Luna spoke back up.
“Sister, what exactly did Michael Myers do that was so terrible?” Luna asked.
Celestia sighed.
“Michael’s special talent is murdering other ponies Luna. He…he killed a Wonderbolt in training when he was but a foal. And his own sister no less!” Celestia shouted, clearly angry at the thought of anypony bringing that level of harm to her subjects.
Luna gasped in horror.
“He killed a member of his own family…and he’s out and about right at this very moment?” Luna asked. Celestia nodded in eerie silence.
“I just pray that the guards can find him before anypony gets hurt. Or worse…” Celestia sighed.
Ponyville
October 31st, 9:45 A.M.
Another beautiful day in Ponyville. Celestia’s bright sun bounced off of anything its rays could find, and the birds were chirping and making some of the most beautiful music ever heard by pony ears. And their conductor had a voice to match its beauty. She stood before her choir of bird friends, waving her hooves in many directions, guiding the bird’s singing. She was a pale yellow Pegasus with teal eyes and a bright, pink mane that draped over the side of her face like a curtain, and three pink butterflies occupied the space on her flank.
Meet Fluttershy. Ponyville’s go-to animal expert, and possibly the most timid being in Equestria.
Fluttershy’s birds were nearing the end of the song, when one of the bird’s voice’s cracked, letting out a very unpleasant sounding SQUAWK that made Fluttershy cringe.
“Umm, excuse me. But can you please try and sing a little more on-key next time…if that’s not asking too much.” She said in a very quiet and gentle voice.
“FLUTTERSHY!!!” three voices from across the yard shouted the Pegasus’ name, causing her to almost instinctively hide behind a
bush. The birds had flown out of sight at the sound as well.
Fluttershy poked her head out of her hiding place, and saw three young fillies standing in front of her, giggling.
“Whoops. Sorry Fluttershy, we didn’t mean to scare ya.” Scootaloo chuckled.
“Hehe. Yeah, sorry bout’ that. We just wanted to make sure we were still on for staying over after Trick-or-Treating.” Applebloom said.
Fluttershy crawled out from the bush, a few branches sticking out of her mane.
“Oh, it’s okay girls, really. And you know I’m happy to have you over anytime. Foalsitting or not.” Fluttershy said.
“Say Fluttershy, why don’t you ever come out of your house on Nightmare Night?” Sweetie Belle asked.
Fluttershy shivered at the thought of the scary things that came out on that dreadful night.
“I-It’s just all too much for my nerves I guess.” Fluttershy said, again being very quiet.
The three fillies mentally face-hooved. Fluttershy was really nice, but they really wished she would grow a backbone and get over it.
“Well, alright then. We’re heading to school. See ya’ tonight!” Scootaloo shouted before mounting her scooter, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle sitting in the wagon attached to it. Scootaloo put a helmet on her head, fluttered her wings, and the scooter took off at an astounding rate, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.
Fluttershy shook the branches out of her mane, and saw that her birds had returned.
“Okay everyone, from the top now…” she said.
A good distance from the small cottage, The Shape watched the yellow Pegasus conducting her choir of birds silently. He turned his head to the side, curiously observing Fluttershy’s shyness around her own kind, but her ability to be herself around the animals she knew.
The Shape lost these thoughts when he noticed the scooter and three small fillies taking off over the horizon at breakneck speeds, and directed his attention towards them as he descended to the ground and slowly trotted in their direction, out of Fluttershy’s line of sight, and the sounds of his heavy breathing was the only noise besides the birds that was present…
