One night at a summer camp, the crusaders decide share their three different horror tales to their fellow campmates.
The clubhouse of horror has come early this year, but in a entirely different form. The crusaders are at a summer camp called Camp Fiery Forest. There the girls enjoy their time at the camp, playing the many fun games and sports. But, things got better when their next activity was scary stories. Sure enough, the crusaders got some of their own horror stories to share.
A white unicorn stallion hastily galloped his way through the old dark forest. It was night time, making the already dark forest even darker and harder for her to navigate through. To make things even worse, it was raining heavily that night, soaking the stallion up.
However, despite this the stallion knew his way through the forest and needed to reach the cabin. But, it was not so that he could take shelter from the rain.
Oh no, he needed it to take shelter away from his killer.
On both of his forelegs were numerous cuts. Some of them are still leaking out some blood.
These cuts were from earlier before, a reminder of his close encounters with his killer.
The stallion eventually found the cabin. The front porch of the cabin had its lights on, left on by him so that he can easily spot the small wooden house. The stallion burst right through the front door and slam it shut behind him. He then turns the light off and quickly crouch by the window. With the lights gone, it was now pitch black out there.
The stallion hoped that the cover of darkness would hide the cabin from killer that was tracking him.
As he kneel down there and looked out the window, up high above he could hear the clouds were rumbling. In that second a bright light flashes, briefly lighting up the dark forest. It was then followed by a loud thunderous crack.
In that brief time when the lighting lit up the forest, the stallion sworn he saw something trotting out of the trees. Deciding not to take any chances he gallops into the kitchen and turn the gas on the stove.
As the gas starts to fill the room, the sound of a window breaking can be heard in the living room. Upon hearing this, the stallion moves the fridge in front of the door, purposely making noises for his killer to hear.
Just as he expected, the killer heard the noise and was soon banging on the door. Once the door was starting to break, the stallion made his way to the window to the side and opened it. He climbs out the window just in time for the killer to break through the door.
The stallion then fires a small spark from his horn and aimed it into the gas filled kitchen. The spark reacted with the gas causing a huge explosion. The cabin was destroyed and the blastwave send the stallion flying forward and smacking onto the soft, wet ground.
Despite his pain the stallion wanted to get up and looked at the destroyed cabin. The building lay in shambles, with flames rising from the remains.
Seeing no sign of his killer, the stallion sighs in relief and lay on the muddy ground happily, not even bothered by the rain dropping on his body. He was finally glad it was over.
That is until a machete was stabbed right into his chest.
The stallion the blade piercing his body and looked up. Standing over him was his killer, a charred stallion but yet still standing. The large stallion wore a burnt hockey mask that conceal his deform face from them.
Before he could do anything, his killer pulled his weapon out and quickly plunged it right into his face. Killing him instantly.
Once he was dead, the killer then proceeds to pull his machete out of his skull. The killer then stood over the over looking down on him. After a few second the large earth stallion trotted forward, disappearing into the dark forest.
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“Nopony knows whatever happened to the killer of Camp Sunny Woods” Camp counselor Fire Starter said in a spooky voice. “Some say he just simply disappeared, other say he still roams around in the dark forest hunting down any ponies foolish enough to enter his forest.”
The counselor then looked around, leaned forward and motions for all the foals to listen in closely. “But, do you know what I think?” He questioned, to which none of foals answer. “I think he just move to a new place, a new camp for more victims to kill. Like this camp for example.”
Suddenly the bush behind the foals started rustling and out came a large stallion wearing a hockey mask and wielding a machete. The large stallion roared at the foals who all shriek in fright.
The roar then turn to laughter as the large stallion put down his weapon and took off his mask. “Relax everypony it’s just Strong Hoof.” Fire Starter said. The large stallion smiled and wave goodbye to all the foals as he trot away. All the foals quickly calmed down and laugh it off, enjoying the good scare. It was summer time in Equestria and with it comes no school. All the little fillies and colts are free for the next two months to do whatever they want.
On this summer, three certain crusaders agreed to spend their summer together at a camp. So after getting permission from their parents/ older siblings the girls boarded the morning train and headed off to Camp Fiery Forest.
“Alright my little ponies, it’s getting late and you should all head to your beds.”
“On come on Mr. Starter.” One little blue filly whined. “It’s the summer!”
“Yeah, we can stay up as much as we want!” A green colt exclaimed.
“Yeah and do what?” Fire questioned. “There’s nothing for us to do right now.”
“You can tell us more scary stories.” The same blue filly answered.
“Sorry kids, but I’m fresh out.” He stated. “That is unless you kiddies can come up with one.”
All the foals look at each other, hoping one of them will spring up and answer the call. Unknown to them, the crusaders huddle together and talk among themselves. They then separate and Applebloom spoke up.
“Actually sir, me and my friends got some stories to tell.”
Fire Starter look up and saw the little yellow earth filly with a big pink bow in her red mane. “Applebloom, right?” He asked, to which she nodded. “So you and your friends got some stories for us to tell?”
“That’s right Mr. Starter!” The orange Pegasus named Scootaloo yelled out. “Back in Ponyville we come up with our own horror stories and tell it to the rest of the foals from our town.”
All the foals around the campfire stare in amazement over these three’s claims.
“Yeah, but we usually only do this around Nightmare Night.” Sweetie Belle explained. “However, just for tonight we’ll make an exception.”
“Well alright then, looks like you kids are getting your wish after all.” Fire said. “So which of you is going first?”
Applebloom answered his question by stepping forward, drawing everyponies attention towards her.
“My story begins with a mare with amnesia waking up in an underground shelter. The mare has no idea why she was here, nor does she know how she got here. All she knows is that she needed to get out of this shelter.”
“She eventually found the exit, but the door was locked. She requires a key to unlock It.”
“While searching for the key, she soon discovers that she’s not the only one roaming around in the shelter and that these ponies aren’t friendly. The mare soon finds herself…”
Passion Heart woke up in a blank white room, lying on top a soft, comfy bed. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling shine a white light down onto her face. The mare, very tiringly flip to her side and saw not only the door, but several other ponies too. She sat straight up and scratches the back of her head while taking a look at her surroundings.
There wasn’t really much of anything in the room. Nothing really interesting aside the several beds with ponies on them.
Passion got off her bed and trotted towards the nearest pony, a grey earth stallion.
She told the stallion to wake and shove him a little. When she got no response, she said the same things, but louder this time and even shoves him harder. The same thing like before, the stallion gave no response.
Not getting anywhere with this stallion, the mare decide to move onto the other five ponies.
She repeated her same attempts on these five ponies, but like the first one they wouldn’t wake up.
Passion was getting scared at this point. She has no idea where she was or how she got here and now she find herself alone, in a unknown place with several ponies she thinks are dead.
Panicking, Passion saw the door and immediately trot to it. However, before she could take a single step, her hoof kick a plastic water bottle to the wall.
The mare picks the plastic bottle up and notices it was completely empty. She then lifts her head up and starts to notice several other empty water bottles, one for each pony. Suddenly realizing something she head to where her bed was and found her water bottle. But, unlike the others hers was spilled all over the floor.
She finds this pretty strange and as much as she wants to investigate it, she needs to put this mystery on the side as she has more pressing matter to attend to and this is getting the hell out of here.
When Passion steps out the room she was in a narrow white corridor. There was an opening to the left and to the right. She picks the right path that leads to a flight of stairs. She left the door, her eyes caught the sign on the wall that says: Bed Room.
The mare continues her trek alone in this eerily empty facility, passing by many rooms with signs telling her what the rooms were. From what she gathers from her exploration of this place, she seems to trotting around in an underground shelter.
She has heard of places like this before. She remembered that long ago, paranoid ponies built these shelters in case Equestria was ever bombed by the other nations.
When Passion Heart turns around a corner, she immediately spotted a large metal door with the words ‘Exit’ over it. Glad that she found the exit, she happily gallops across the hall and attempted to open it.
She pulls onto the handle hard, but the metallic door won’t budge. It was locked tight.
While pulling, she notices a small keyhole in the center. That hole was attached to the mechanism that kept the door firmly locked in its place. If she wanted to get out of here, she’ll need to find that key.
If that was the case, then logically she would head back to Bed Room. One of them has the key and once she finds it, she’ll finally get out of here. When Passion turns around another corner, she instantly stops dead in her tracks. Trotting along the hallway was the same grey stallion from earlier. The stallion was facing the other direction, slowly trotting forward.
The mare was at first surprise to see the grey stallion up and trotting, but then she became glad to see that she wasn’t alone anymore. She then called out to the stallion, alerting him of her presence.
She about to trot up to the stallion but immediately stopped in her tracks when he twists his head around. To her shock, the stallion’s eyes were completely red. But, what terrified her most was his creepy grin on his old face.
It was a kind of smile that give off more eerily creepy vibe then joy. It’s the kind of smiles you see on the faces of psychopaths. The warning bells in her head were starting to kick in and they were telling her to run for it.
Following her instincts Passion made a dash to the left and was galloping away. From the distance she can hear the sound of heavy hooves clopping on the metal floor as the grey stallion chase after her.
She burst through the door of a supply closet and shut the door behind her. When she locked it, the stallion was already banging on the door. Passion, though she was safe for the moment, but soon the closet door was cracking. The stallion’s sheer strength is breaking the door and in a matter of seconds he’ll break right through.
With only seconds left, the mare looked around for a place to hide. The supply closet contains many empty boxes, some tools and equipment. Finding nothing that will aid her, she was about to accept her fate until she spotted a vent.
Getting in the vent will be a tight fit, but she’ll manage. Opening the cover, she crawls right in, squeezing into the tight spaces. After closing the cover, she lay there motionless and waited.
She heard the door shattering and the grey stallion stumbling in. However, to her shock several other ponies came rushing in as well. She recognizes them all from earlier in the bed room. Like the grey stallion, they all shared the same menacing red eyes and creepy grins.
She watches as they all search the room, but finding no sign of her. After thoroughly looking around, all the ponies left the room to continue their search somewhere else.
Once they were gone, Passion slid out the vent and carefully trots to the left side of the doorway. As she took cover, one of those grinning ponies passed by. The mare waited until she couldn’t hear the sound of their hoofsteps before moving on.
Her goal remains unchanged, she needed the key to unlock that metal door and get out of here.
Passion traces back her steps, remembering which path she took all the while avoiding those ponies that were looking for her. When she saw the stairs, she knew she was getting close to her destination. When she passes by a door, the mare didn’t notice it slightly opening.
She stopped right in front of the steps that lead down to the floor below. As she was about to take the first step down, the then suddenly felt a tight string wrapping around her neck and somepony pulling onto them hardly.
Passion tried to resist and pull the string back, but her assailant prove to be quite strong and the pony in response pulled harder.
The strangling was getting too much for her, so without thinking Passion toss herself down the flight of stairs, dragging her killer down with her. The two ponies rolled down the steps, bruising up their entire body along the way. When they hit the bottom, Passion was hurt badly. Nothing was broken, but the pain was unbearable. She flip over to get a good looked at her assailant and saw that it was a young blue Pegasus stallion.
Unlike herself, this one didn’t get out of this unscathed.
Both of his wings were broken and his right front leg was twisted.
She wasn’t sure if this pony was alive or not, but she doesn’t intent to stick around and find out. Ignoring the pain in her body, she stood straight up and limb away from the scene.
At first she was planning to go at this slowly, but the sound of multiple hooves galloping towards where she is put a botch on her plan. The mare hastens her pace and manages to reach the bed room door before any of them caught glimpse of her.
She gently shut the door and hid in a corner, praying that none of them would come in here. Outside the room she could hear them trotting around, doing something. What they’re doing she had no idea. Suddenly there was sound of a scuffle, a fight perhaps.
This only lasted for a couple seconds before it suddenly ended and became silent. She heard the sound of their hoofsteps trotting around outside until she can no longer hear them.
Assuming that they have left, it was now safe for her to resume her search. She quietly trots around the blank room, searching each individual beds for the key. Unfortunately, after looking through all of the beds she found no sign of the key.
Sighing in frustration, Passion was about to head out and look for the key in the other rooms, but then stop when she heard the sound of the door opening. Turning her head to the door, Passion saw a green unicorn mare staring right at her.
The green mare grin deviously at her frighten prey before her. When she locked the door behind her, she slowly trots towards her. The grinning mare can sense the fear rising in her target and made sure to savour the moment.
Passion was terrified, trapped in a room with this maniac. The mare though about making break for the door, but before she could do it, the green mare uses her magic and grabs hold of her. She then proceeds to throw Passion against the wall, smashing her into it.
The green mare gleefully repeated the process of smashing Passion against the wall over and over again. Once she grew bored with that she threw her across the room, crashing onto one of the beds.
Passion lay on the broken bed, body hurting, bones broken and blood leaking from her wounds. She was in agonizing pain and wished for her killer to just finish her off already.
However, the grinning mare had no intention of finishing her off. She plans to toy with the injure mare, planning all the horrible and terrible things she will do to her. And once she is done with her, she’ll give her to the rest of her group, so that they can have a turn with her.
As Passion continue to lie on the remains of the broken bed, her eyes caught something sparkling in the distance. Focusing her eyes forward, she spots a piece of silver, dangling around the green mare’s neck. Looking closely, her eyes widen upon seeing what it was.
The key.
Seeing the silver key has fill Passion Heart with hope to keep on going. So she grabs the pillow next to her and threw it at the grinning pony. The green mare instinctively blasted the pillow with her magic, however by doing so, feathers came bursting out.
The burst of feathers acted like a smoke bomb, obscuring her vision of her target. Suddenly coming out from the cloud of feathers, Passion, dash towards the green mare and bash her face with a broken metal leg from the bed she crashed on.
The hit knock the green mare to the ground, knocking her out in the process.
Passion fell to the ground as well, reeling from the pain her body hasn’t recovered from yet. As much as she just wants to lie there, she didn’t have the luxury and knew that she needed to get out of her.
So grabbing the silver item in her mouth, she pulls the key away from the green mare, breaking the string attached to it.
Passion then limply trots towards the door, fighting through the stinging pain all over her body. She put her ear against the door and listens closely, making sure nopony was outside.
Opening the door and stepping outside, Passion slowly made her way back to the exit. Now with the key in her hoof.
When she got near the stairs, she passed by the corpse of the blue Pegasus that tried to strangle her earlier. The young stallion was mess, stomp to death by the other ponies. She only spares a quick glance at him before heading up the step.
Despite how quick the glance was, the image of his still grinning face left an imprint on her mind.
She pushes onward, silently and stealthy passing the numerous grinning ponies roaming the hallways.
Eventually Passion finally reaches the metal door and stood in front of it. Taking the key in her mouth, she inserted it into the tiny hole and turns it. The lock mechanism sprung to life, emitting sounds of clicks and squeaks as all the gears started to move.
After a few seconds, the door was soon unlocked.
Passion hastily pulls on the door and was immediately assaulted by a very bright light. The mare trots into the light, using her own hoof to shield her eyes from the blinding light.
Once she was outside, her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light and now she was able to clearly see the blue skies above. The sky was clear, allowing the sun to shine its radiant light down onto the world below. This beautiful day was a total contrast to the ruin city in the distance. Off in the distance, Passion can see the destroyed city of Manehattan. The tall skyscrapers once stood high and mighty were in wreck, shadows of their former selves.
As she stood there gazing at the destroyed city, her memories started coming back to her and now she remembered what has happened. It all happened a year ago when the incident started. Nopony knew where it came from or how it all started, but that didn’t stop them from keeping control of the situation.
In the early days there were wide spread reports of violence happening across Equestria, either done by lone individuals or by large groups. Things only got worse from there as the violence gradually increases over the weeks.
She remembered Manehattan being hit and witnessing the carnage on the streets. She remembered that she was part of a small group that managed escape the city and hid themselves in an old underground bomb shelter. They planned to hide in here and wait for this whole thing to blow over and for things to go back to normal.
However, as months pass, things did not get any better. It then became clear that Equestria was loss. Canterlot, the last haven for ponykind has been overrun by the horde of murderous, grinning ponies.
As she continues to stand there, more memories came flooding in. Memories that has been buried, but were now being dug up. She remembered the grey stallion, Iron Hoof. He was former royal guard and he was the owner of the shelter.
Next there was the blue pegasus stallion and the green unicorn mare. Those two she personally knows well. The blue one was her younger brother, Blue Streak and the green one was her fillyfriend, Olive Branch.
Passion was shocked and horrified that they tried to kill her, but this was a pale comparison to the next thing she remembered.
She was remembering it now. They were all in the bed room, Iron Hoof, Blue Streak, Olive Branch and the other three: Hardball, Sweet Bliss and Tinker. They were all sitting on their own beds, each holding a water bottle. With the knowledge that the world has ended, they all decided to commit suicide together. Each of their bottles has been tainted with poison and they plan to all die at the same time.
As they all drank the water, there was one pony that was hesitant about it. That pony was Passion Heart. The mare only drank half of the bottle, before dropping it on the floor. Despite not drinking all of it, the poison still affected her, knocking her out and giving her amnesia.
After remembering everything that happened, Passion drop to her knees, feeling dejected. When this all started, the mare thought that everything would be fine once she escape from this shelter and away from those grinning monsters. But, now the fact that the entire world is full them, really hit her hard.
Passion continues to stay on the spot, not moving a single inch from it. By this time, the grinning ponies from the shelter found their way out and spotted the mare sitting idly by herself. They approach the sitting mare, grinning gleefully at target.
Passion turns her head towards them and saw that Iron Hoof was at the front, wielding a steal pipe. The grey stallion trot up in front of the mare and raise his weapon upwards. Knowing what’s going to happen next, she closed her eyes waited.
First came the pain and then came the blackness.
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“And that’s the end of my story.” Applebloom conclude her story. The little filly looked around and saw that the other foals were very impressed with the story, even counsellor Fire Starter.
“That’s quite a story you got their Applebloom.” The stallion praised the young filly. He then turn his attention to the other two fillies. “So which one of you is next?” He asked.
Sweetie Belle then step forward and begin telling her tale.
“My tale is about a stallion that has recently moved into a new house. However, at the same time another creature has also moved in as well. Later that night, strange noises started appearing, freaking the stallion out. However, the stallion is going to freak out even more once he discovers that there is…
Today was the day a pony named, Valiant Knight moves into his brand new home. After years of living in that crappy apartment building, the unicorn finally found a house cheap enough for him to afford. So after signing some papers and getting the keys, Valiant got some of his buddies to help him move his stuff into his new house.
After finishing their job, Valiant’s buddies decided to reward their hard work by celebrating. They partied at his place and they continue to party to the dead of night. Once everypony got tired they all decided to head on back home.
This left Valiant, all alone in his new house. The stallion did some light cleaning around the house, getting ready to go to bed. However, before he goes to bed, he made sure all the windows and doors were locked and secured.
Tired, Valiant yawned and headed upstairs. He trots into his bedroom and went straight for his bed. After getting on, he covers himself with his blanket and laid his head on the soft white pillow. Instantly the stallion falls asleep, his mind wandering off to slumber land.
As he slept, downstairs in the laundry room, there was a small window that Valiant forgot to lock. Outside there was a shadowy figure that stood outside the unlocked window. The thing opened the window and despite how small the entrance was, it slid right through it and enters the house.
The next day, nothing unusual happen to the stallion until it was night. Valiant was just sitting on his couch, reading a book. It was an old book that Valiant received many years ago, but never gotten around to reading it. After reading only a couple of pages, he now remembered why he never read it. He was never really into reading.
So closing the book, he places it back on his bookshelf and went to kitchen to get himself a drink. However, as he trotted his ears caught the sound of something. Listening closely he can hear the sound of movement all around him. It was hard to describe what it was, but the closes he can compare it to be somepony hoof steps.
Suddenly the sound of hasten trotting came from behind and Valiant quickly spun his head around, but only to find nothing. The same sound occurs again, this time coming from the kitchen. The stallion dash to kitchen, but like before found nothing.
Afterwards the sound didn’t happen again and everything was silent once again. Valiant was still confuse by it, but shrugs it off as nothing and went to bed.
Later that night while the stallion slept in his bed, the air vent cover in his room was pushed open and something crawled out of it. It quietly steps towards the bed of the sleeping stallion, standing next to him as it looked down at the completely vulnerable pony.
Then something emerges from the head and out came a long appendage. At the end of this appendage was a sharp, thin needle. The thing aims the needle above the stallion and upon finding the right spot, it plunge the needle downward.
The next morning, Valiant woke to the sun shining its bright yellow light to his sleepy face. Normally he would be up by now and be in the bathroom, washing his face. However, for whatever reason he feels really weak.
He tirelessly pushes the blankets off himself and very slowly got up and sat on the side of his bed. For whatever reason he feels weird, like there was something on him. Scratching his back he was about to get up and head towards the bathroom but he immediately stopped when he looked down at his own hoof. There was blood on his hoof.
Jumping off his bed, he swiftly turns around and saw a large bloodstain on his bedsheet. At first he thought somepony was killed on his bed, but when he inspects himself he made a horrific discovery. This was his blood.
An hour later, Valiant’s bedroom was filled with police officers and forensic scientist, all surrounding the blood covered bed. The stallion sat in the corner with a paramedic checking him out. Aside from the blood loss, Valiant was going to be alright.
According to the paramedics, the blood came from the wound on his neck. After washing the blood off off him, the wound closely resembles that of a mosquito bite, except much larger.
With the investigation going on, they have to keep the place lock down. Meaning Valiant has to stay at another pony’s house for a while. Thankfully, one of his buddies offered him a place to stay while the police are doing their investigation. Valiant accepted the offer and went off with his friend, Couch Potato.
Later that day, the two stallions spend the rest of the day at his house. Couch showed Valiant around the house, showing off all neat and cool stuff he had. Afterwards the two spend the rest of the night watching an old movie together. It was an old favorite of theirs, back when they were just teenagers. The two were going to get a nice bit of nostalgia from watching it.
While the film was nice to watch, it didn’t keep Valiant’s mind off of what happened to him this morning. He still wonders who or what made that wound on his neck and why. As the stallion tries to piece this together in his head, his ears caught the faint sound of something moving around.
At first he thought he was hearing things, but the same sound happened again and this time he clearly heard it. Valiant ask his friend if there was anypony else in the house. When Couch said he live alone by himself this got him worried.
Suddenly he heard something moving outside the living room. Valiant then rush to the door and look outside the hallway, only to find nothing outside. Couch looked at his friend worryingly and asks if he was alright. Valiant said he was and decide to just go to bed.
Sometime later Valiant woke up in the middle of the night. Checking his alarm clock, it told that it was three in the morning. Feeling his mouth a little dry he got up and went to get himself a glass of water.
When he left the room and climb down the stairs, he can hear the movie playing in the living room. Assuming that his friend has fallen asleep on his couch, he decide to go in, close the movie projector and get his friend to bed.
Upon entering the room he saw his friend still sitting on the same couch. He called out to him as he turns on the light and turns the projector off. However, Couch did not respond.
Thinking that his friend was a heavy sleeper he decides to trot in front of him and give a gentle shove.
But, when Valiant got in closer he notice how pale his friend looked. When he got to the front of Couch, Valiant was shock to find him dead. Couch Potato looked completely drained, like somepony sucked the life out of him. Looking closer, he spots a circular wound on his neck. A wound that is similar to the one on his neck.
His ears then caught the sound of something moving around. This time however, it came from the wall besides him. He took a step back and listens in closely, hearing the sound of something crawling within the wall.
His eyes went wide upon this revelation. It was no wonder why he couldn’t find this thing. It was never really inside the house; rather it was hiding inside the walls itself.
With this key information, Valiant can now fight against this creature. Grabbing a nearby fire iron with his magic, the stallion pointed the blade part at the wall, waiting for the thing to move.
Suddenly he heard something in the wall and quickly thrust his weapon into it. He must have hit near as he can hear the creature scurrying up to the ceiling. Pulling the fire iron out, Valiant shoves the fire iron upwards. This time he hit his target as he can hear the creature screech in pain. However, it wasn’t done yet. It then ran in the direction of the kitchen and Valiant chase it there. Once there he closely listens to the spot where the creature was. After hearing it crawl near the light bulb, he stabs the ceiling and the creature let out a painful shriek.
The creature then left the kitchen and went somewhere upstairs. Valiant climbs the steps and trace it to his room. Turning on the light, he stood there and waited, listening in for the creature to make its move. However, a minute pass and he hears nothing. The stallion attempted to trot around the room, hoping to stir the creature into moving.
When Valiant trots near an air vent a thin, fleshy, tentacle like appendage came out through the vent. At tip of this appendage was a pointy needle and it was aiming at the unsuspected stallion. When the tentacle drew near to him, it thrust itself deep into his neck.
This sudden attack surprise the stallion, but most shocking of all he can feel the tentacle sucking the blood out of his body. The last time this happened he was asleep when it got him; this time however will be much different. Valiant then twist his body around and using the fire iron, he cut the tentacle off himself. Then he using his magic, the stallion grabs hold of the needleless tentacle before it could retreat into the vent.
Valiant then pulled on the tentacle, planning to pull the creature out in the opening. The beast resisted and pulled back. This did not deter the stallion and with one single strong pull, he manages to pull the creature out.
It burst through the vent and landed on the floor before him. Valiant now got good a view of the thing and it disturbs him greatly. The creature was equine in shape, but hairless and extremely thin. So thin in fact that is probably how it can move so freely in the tight spaces of the wall. But, what freaked him out the most was when he got to the head. It closely resembles a pony head, but with insect like features.
It had two long antennae, two short palps and two compound eyes. He spots the mouth and saw the needleless tentacle lying on the wooden floor.
The stallion continues to stand there shocked by the creature freakish appearance. Suddenly the creature jump up and startled him. Valiant in response stab the fire iron into the creature’s head, killing it instantly.
After killing the creature, Valiant sat on his bed and sighs in relief, glad that it was over.
An hour later the cops Valiant called arrive at his friend’s house. After explaining everything to them and showing them the dead body of the creature. The police then recover the dead bodies, one the creature and the second, Couch Potato. The creature will be taken to their lab and will be analysis, determining what this thing was.
In the meantime since the culprit was dealt with, valiant was now free to move back into his house.
By the time Valiant arrives at his house; Celestia’s sun was already peeking over the horizon. Unlocking the door, the stallion looks around and smiled. He was happy to be back in his house again. As the stallion went to the kitchen to grab himself something to eat, he was unaware of the little present left behind by the creature.
Somewhere within these walls lays a cluster of small egg sacks, hanging in a corner. At first they were motionless, but then simultaneously they all begin to move. One of the eggs got the top part ripped open and a tiny head emerge, a head similar to the Creature.
“And that’s all folks.” Sweetie Belle ended her story.
All the foals and even the counselor clop their hooves together. After showering the little white filly with compliments and praises, Counselor Fire Starter looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was getting late.
“Alright kids that’s enough.” The stallion settles all the foals down. “We only have time for one more story.” He then turn his attention to the orange Pegasus filly. “Go ahead Scootaloo.”
Clearing her throat she steps forward. “My tale begins in the aftermath of a battlefield. The fields were littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers; their spilled blood stains the ground they lay on.”
“Pits of fire spread across the fields, still burning despite the battle being over. The black smoke these fire produce rose into the air, blackening the bright blue skies.”
“Pieces of machinery lay scatter around the battlefield, remnants of the mighty war machines they use to be.”
“Despite the sign of death everywhere, there was one pony that is still alive. However, for not much longer if he continues to stay here. Here…
Long ago, before Equestria was born. The three pony tribes live separately from each other. While not initially hostile to one another, the three tribes have no love or respect for each other. There was always one tribe viewing themselves superior to the other two or they just don't think highly of them.
Despite this strain relationship the three tribes needed each other to survive. The Earth ponies provided the food, the Pegasuses provided the weathers and the Unicorns provided the day and night.
This system has worked for them for many generations. While no wars ever broke out between the tribes, there were the occasional skirmishes that did. These skirmishes happen numerous times, but since there so short they never left any significant impact.
However, that is not the case for one certain skirmish. For in this battle it ended with the highest number of casualties. Higher then all the other skirmishes combined together.
It was a battle between the Earth ponies and their winged cousins, the Pegasuses.
The Pegasus army, in their arrogance thought that since they were up against the Earth ponies their battle would be over and done quickly. However, this attitude leads to underestimate their foes as the Earth ponies prove themselves to be quite capable fighters.
The two forces clashed, with neither side showing any signs of weakening. Swords stabbed, axes hacked, arrows fired and blood spilled. This was the bloodiest battle in all of Pre-Equestrian History.
In the aftermath one side won the battle.Who one? It didn’t matter who it was, because the truth is both sides had lost. Thousands of their brothers and sisters perished in this fight, for what reasons, they don’t remember.
The victors left the battlefield, heading back home to tend to their wounds. As they left, they leave behind the thousands of corpses that littered the blood stained fields.
However, not all are dead. Some still cling to life, but are buried with bodies of dead ponies and drowned by the sea of their spilled blood. While these unlucky souls suffer a slower death, some survivors are more fortunate than others.
Corporal High Wind woke up and found himself on top a pile of dead bodies. As the aqua color pegasus sat up, he violently cough out loud. Clearing his throat the stallion took a look around him and saw more bodies around him. There were corpses stretching as far as his eyes can see.
As he sat there, Cpl. Wind had the time to remember how he ended up here. He was there before the battle, flying alongside with comrades as they’re about to charge at the Earth pony forces below . Like the rest of his kind, he too though this battle would be over quickly.
That was when the Earth ponies sprung their trap. Swarms of arrow came bursting from the ground and flooded the air. Those unfortunate were killed instantly by the arrows. Those that just got hit crashed down and died on impact. Those that manage to survive after the crash were immediately killed by the Earth ponies.
Luckily for the pegasus corporal, he was in the majority that manage to evade the swarm of arrows. Despite suffering losses the pegasuses did not retreat and charge forward. The two opposing forces clashed with one another. The sound of blades clashing, bone breaking and dying screams filled the air.
High Wind was on the ground during the battle. He remembered being separated from the rest of his squad and surrounded by the enemies. He fought valiantly, but even he couldn’t take them all down.
He remembered the one who beat him. Some large brown stallion wearing the most heaviest looking armor he had even seen. To his left side was the large stallion’s weapon, his war hammer.
High Wind then looks down to his stomach and place a hoof over it. He can still feel the pain where that stallion hit him with that weapon. After getting hit by his hammer, he was already down and dying. The last thing he saw was the large stallion standing over him and bringing his weapon down onto his face.
He should’ve been dead, but here he was, still alive. Not only that, aside from a few blood stains he was completely unscathed. No scars or bruises anywhere on his body.
Getting up, the corporal struggle to balance himself on top the pile of dead bodies he was standing on. Trotting downward, the pegasus found solid ground to stand on. Once he got his bearings he decide fly out of here and get back base. When he spread his wings he felt intense pain coming from his back.
Thinking that his wings were broken, the stallion turn his head back and saw that his wings were perfectly fine. It’s just for whatever reason they won’t work. He at first attempted to get his wings to work, but to no avail. Having no time for this, High Wind decides to continue his journey on his hooves.
So after picking a direction, he began his trek out of this battlefield. As he trotted, the pegasus was unaware of the cloak wearing pony watching from afar.
High Wind traveled for almost an hour now and he is still trotting across the corpses filled fields. The stallion made no change in his path and kept trotting straight. However, for some reason he always finds himself going back to places he has been before. Like familiar corpses and destroyed war machines.
At one of these spots, High Wind encounters the body of the Earth stallion that killed him. There he was, kneeling on the ground dead, with several spears stabbed into him. Just from the sight of it he could tell that he didn’t go down easily.
The stallion continued his journey across the battlefield until he spotted something. Off in the distance, there was a cloak wearing pony digging through the piles of dead corpses. High Wind took cover and watches this stranger from afar. The cloak pony then found something and pulled it out, revealing am injured stallion.
Surprise, High Wind assumes the cloak pony was saving him. But, then his eyes widen in shock at what the cloak pony did next. Pulling out a dagger, the pony stabs the blade into the stallion’s heart, killing him instantly.
Still shock by the thing he just witness, High Wind was frozen on the spot. Suddenly hoof touches his shoulder and pull him around, making him face to face with another cloak wearing pony. The cloak pony wielded a similar dagger like the other one and it was aiming for his chest.
The stallion reacted quickly and dodges the thrust of the blade. He then swung his right hoof and punches the cloak pony in the face. When his hoof punched the head he the hood got knocked off revealing a skeletal skull.
High Wind backed up a bit, taken back by this thing’s appearance. The skull headed pony then turn to face the frighten stallion leap right at him. This time the stallion was unable to dodge the attack and the blade sank into his chest.
In response to the sudden pain, High Wind smacks the skull pony away and pulls the dagger off. The pegasus then turn around and started galloping. He streak across the battlefield, showing no sign of slowing down despite the wound in his chest.
When he look back he spotted the skull head pony chasing after him. However, he wasn’t the only one. Several other cloaked ponies were with the skull head pony and like him they too were also chasing after the same pony.
High Wind turn his head back and face forward. Pushing himself harder, the stallion tried to distance himself away from his pursuers. However, no matter how long and how far he ran, he cannot escape them.
The cloaked ponies drew nearer to him, forcing the stallion to push beyond his limits. Galloping frantically, he failed to see the lone body in his path. When he galloped towards it, he tripped over it fell on the ground. Turning himself over, he was about to get up and run, but stopped when he got a good look at the body.
Lying on the field behind him was himself.
Same aqua color coat, same lavender mane.
High Wind crawl closer to his body. He should’ve gotten up and continue galloping, but he lost all thought of that when he was looking at his own face. Despite half of the face being smashed in, he still recognizes his own face.
Upon a closer inspection, the damage to the face was done by something hard and fast. Suddenly it dawn on him and he knew what could caused such a damage.
The war hammer.
The same war hammer wielded by the large Earth stallion. The same weapon he used to kill him.
Reeling back in horror, the stallion tried to make sense of it all. This cannot be true, this cannot be possible. How can he be in two places at once? Is this really him? Is he really himself? What is going on?
As questions storm inside his head, the stallion paid no attention to the group of cloak ponies gathering around him.
After the storm in his head settled, it became clear to him now.
He was dead, simple as that.
There was no way he could’ve survive that blow to the face.This whole time he was just a lost and confuse soul wandering around the battlefield. And those cloak ponies chasing him, were his reapers.
The cloak ponies surrounded the crestfallen stallion and didn’t move any further. The only one that came forward to the stallion was the skull head pony.
High Wind looked up and saw the face of his executioner. The skull pony stood in front of him and brought the dagger out. In one quick motion the skull pony thrust the dagger into the pegasus chest, piercing his heart. In that instant, Cpl. high Wind accepted his fate and died.
“And thus end the life of High Wind.” Scootaloo said, finishing up her tale.
Everypony around the campfire clap their hooves together and the little orange filly took it all in. As they were doing this, counselor Fire Starter looked at his watch again and saw how really late it was getting.
"Alright everypony, you all heard the story. Now time to head off bed." The stallion orders all the camper to head back to camp. After putting out the fire he joined up with them.
"Wow girls those stories were amazing!" A mint green colt said to the crusaders.
"Yeah, can you teach us to tell scary stories?" A brown filly asked.
The crusaders looked at each other and smile. "We sure can." Applebloom smiled.
The rest of the trip back to camp was filled with fillies and colts talking to the three crusader girls.