Chica's Chapter
Chica was peeking over the edge, down the dark hallway, at the child’s room. The child heard and looked down the left hallway with his flashlight, so she straightened, hidden around the corner, only giving him a glimpse, increasing his fear, and making him reckless.
The child stared for a few seconds before shaking his head and going back to bed. I waited a few a few seconds, making sure he wasn’t gonna peek again. I quietly made my way down the hallway, stopping at the door, the only noise from me being quiet breathing.
I could hear the soft thudding of the child running towards the door. He opened the door, but didn’t see me around the corner. He listened for half a minute, his fear rising with each passing second. He slowly turned his head to look at my face, which was completely hidden in the dark of the night.
He listened closer, leaning forward a couple of inches to listen farther. I leaned forward with him, until my beak was right buy his ear, the breathing loud as ever. He snapped his head to the right, smashing into my metal beak, creating a large gash down his right cheek, and causing him to yelp in pain and fear while falling onto his back, dropping his flashlight.
He quickly fumbled around on the ground, grabbing his flashlight and shined it in my face. As soon as the hallway was lit up, me along with it, I was blinded, so I screeched a terrifying screech, opening my beak and chomping down on where I last saw his head.
But instead of hearing bones crunching, I bit nothing but thin air. I straightened while the bright white light faded, revealing an overgrown forest. I screeched in frustration, scaring away a flock of birds in the trees, and slammed the ground, creating a small crater around the point of impact.
I left my closed fist on the ground before lifting it and looking around. Behind me was a path to a river, created by years of treading on that ground. ‘River… leads to civilization… leads to children… leads to fear....’ My logic was sound. I headed to the river.
I noticed a split in the path in either direction. The path leading to the right looked more traveled, so I chose that path. I turned to the right, my feet slowly thudding on the path, while I had no idea how long I would have to walk, only knowing that I could - and would - walk infinitely.
As I walked down the path with a steady thudding sound accompanying me, I heard what I recognized as a pack of wolves in the forest. I stopped immediately, snapping my head to the forest and staring into the infinite trees. After a few seconds, I noticed many pairs of green eyes open, staring at me.
Not wanting to deal with any kind of animal, I screeched at the forest, hearing whimpering as the green eyes disappeared and hearing the sound of a pack of wolves retreating deeper into the forest. I turned back to path and continued on my way, continuing my steady thudding.
After hours of walking, and some… unfriendly encounters, While midnight approached, I reached a large cottage at the edge of the forest on the left side of the river, with a small stone bridge over the river leading to a small town. I noticed an unusual amount of bird houses surrounding the cottage. I also saw plenty of other animals going about their business around the cottage.
‘Animal caretaker…’ I thought. Me being an animatronic, emphasis on the animal, I would be well received, which isn’t my intention. I looked back at the path leading to the stone bridge, and continued into town, knowing how to hide myself in the darkness of the night.
After returning to the dream realm to begin the hunt, I noticed that the inhabitants of the town were not human, more like colorful ponies. This is gonna be a hard town to crack.
~~Spike’s POV~~
“Why does Twilight need so many quills?” I complained for having to carry about a hundred of them. When I reached the library, one decided to make my life harder and fall. I groaned and bent down to pick it up, when they all fell. I groaned louder in exasperation.
That’s when I heard a thump. I looked around for a second before hearing another thump. After the third a second later, I realized It was coming from Fluttershy’s cottage. I looked over at the bridge that led to Fluttershy’s and saw a giant nightmarish looking chicken standing there, who stopped as soon as I looked at it. We stared at each other for a few seconds. The strange bipedal chicken raised it’s arm and hand, or claw, and pointed at me.
“Youuuu…” It said in a demonic voice, with a girl sounding echo, which I heard clear as day even at the distance we were from each other. I froze in fear as it took a step forward. “Fearrrr…” It said seemingly sensing my fear. “Fearrr…” It repeated. ”Goodddd…” I screamed and ran into the library, not looking back.
I slammed the door behind me, panting while covering the door, though I feel like it would be useless to try to keep it out it it tried to come in, given it’s size. Twilight came downstairs groggily and turned on the lights, so I ran and bear hugged Twilight as soon as the lights flickered on.
She yawned. “What’s wrong Spike?” She asked.
“Big -- scary -- nightmare c-chicken -- coming for ME!” I stuttered in fear, but still managing to say what I wanted to say.
“Nightmare chicken?” She giggled. “You need to stop messing with Fluttershy’s chickens.”
“N-no! It’s real! I-it pointed at me and said you in a really scary voice!” I tried to explain.
She just giggled again. “Let’s go see what’s bothering you then, shall we?” She rhetorically asked.
She walked out of the library and looked over at the bridge to Fluttershy’s cottage. “See? nothing there.” She yawned. “I’m gonna go back to sleep. You should too.” She walked back in the library and shut the door after grabbing the quills I dropped and bringing them in with her.
I looked at the bridge. ‘Was I just seeing things?’ I thought to myself as I entered the library, going to sleep in my bed.
~~Chica’s POV~~
After the lights in the tree went out, I phased back into reality from the nightmare realm, not wanting to be seen outside of the realm that I call home. ‘Seeing is believing… seeing then not seeing is fear…’ With that thought, I went back into the nightmare realm and preyed on my first victim.
My phantom form floated into the leaves and into the tree, then into the dragon’s dreams.
As I entered his dreams, the words WAS IT ME? were written in nightmarish letters on his back scales.
"Was it me?"