> Edge Of T|mE > by DreamSketcher > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Police Report > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name: Twilight Sparkle Age as of death: 23 Sex: Mare Time of death: Unknown Date body was found: October 18th Physical Injuries: None Other: Many ponies have noticed strange behaviour in mare mentioned above before her body was eventually found by a newcomer to Ponyville. They claimed that she would talk to herself, more than usual, not go to sleep, and, according to Spike, her assistant, whisper strange, incoherent words in her sleep. Nopony knew why she did this, and an excerpt from a book later identified as "Equestrian Legends" was found clutched in her hooves when she was found. Applejack, one of Twilight's former friends, states that Twilight was a bookworm and a bit obsessed with Equestrian history, but didn't know why her deceased friend would read something like this. She claimed that Twilight never believed in legends, so this information startled her greatly. She continued stating that Twilight would never read those books, unless something drove her to that point of superstitions. Afterward, Applejack said, with tears in her eyes, that she would miss her precious bookworm. (Take note that the bottom of this report had smudged writing that was hard to make out but was later made readable. The handwriting is very strange, with curls and long lines at the end of certain letters.) This is the start of many to come. Be prepared. > Prologue > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Take in consideration the hard work that was done in order to keep these pages readable. Weird and creepy sentences came up every now and then. This is the mysterious journal that was found by one of Twilight's friends at the library when they came to remember the good times. The friend was Rarity. Deep-blue splotches were covering part of the page, but each word was able to be read. The subject changes a few times.) September 21st I haven't written in a journal for years, and memories are coming back. I didn't realize until now that writing my problems down actually helped me feel better. A little bit, though. Not a lot. But each time I wrote a word something inside me just...calmed me down. I can't explain the feeling, but imagine an empty stomach, but without the pain. You're just hungry. That's what I started to feel after those...experiments....so I don't really care anymore. Sometimes you just think that you're fine and you don't need anyone but on the other hoof you love having your friends there to support you. You always need someone, like in my case. A missing filly report was filed out yesterday because I didn't return home. I was foalnapped, I guess you could say, and I was being force-fed this weird-tasting fleshy-stuff. It reminded me of cows, pigs, and chickens. Later on I realized that it literally WAS those animals. I felt sick to my stomach, and vomited. You think you're safe, when you're really not. (This entry was very disturbing to some of our staff. We have heard of the legend the writer mentions, but it isn't true. The bottom of the page contains smudged writing.) September 22nd How would you feel if someone just happened to force-feed you meat? How would you react? Would you go insane? Would you murder the pony? Heh, I sound like I'm becoming the meat version of the Candy Mare from Something Sweet To Bite by Knackerman. Uh, that isn't the case. She may have been a mass murderer, but I'm so much better. She wants to go to different worlds and kill off all the life there? Good for her, I guess. But I'll do better. I'll do more than the human world. I'll do better than her, I sWEaR O n IT!!! I WIlL tAkE OVeR EvERy SIngLe WOrLd aND Ki L L The M Of F oNE b Y o NE and N O Pon Y WiL l nOtI Ce thEY'rE gOnE!!!!!!! Sometimes...I wonder....if all the evil people and ponies....are really just broken souls trapped in an endless cycle of murder....I don't like this....I don't feel right...Something is watching me....I can feel it...I feel sick...I need to stop writing at night and do it in the morning...ugh.... (Some of these words were cut off, but we tried to guess what they were. The bottom of the page contains smudged writing.) September 23rd(?) Wow. Writing in a journal. So boring. I only wish that I didn't start off this madness. But it is her fault. She made me this way. She made me the pony I am. She made me do all the stuff I did. She made me S N A P. She made me-(snap?) She hated m- (me/mystery) I hated ob-(obvious?) She tried to apologize. I di-(didn't/did/divided) If only she could see ho-(how) If only she could see the way I do things. If only If only if only it doesn't matter anymore screw spelling screw puncuation screw space screw everything screw life screw me screw my soul I will never be at peace why why why why did this ha- why would th-(the/this) of course this would happen course this would happen curse this world curse more worlds i dont care lay it all on me i dare you i freaking dare you try me see if you last i dare you I dare you I Dare You I. DARE. YOU. I DARE YOU!!! I DARE YOU SO MUCH!!!! I DARE YOU TO TRY ME!!!! SEE IF YOU LAST A SINGLE SECOND!!!! At twilight, the first will fall. At dusk, the body will be found. At sunrise, the report will be lost. At noon, this will be public. > Whispering Ice > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (This page was very...disturbing. Again. It scared our staff so much that they can't even sleep. Weird words appear every now and then.) September 30th I know how it is. I know what you're thinking. I don't deserve it. But I do deserve it. I can't stop it. I hear them. I hear their screams. I hear their cries. I hear their pleas. I hear their cries. I hear their screams. But I can't do anything about it. I cant stop it. But I have to. I have to stop her. I have to stop it. I have to stop.. I have to stop... I have to s-stop... I have to.... Keep... Going..... NO! I can't let her take control! I can't let her win! Not on my w-watch.... Never... Never....... N-N-NeVEr.... KeEP goInG DOn'T sToP KE EP MUrDeRiNG nO ONE wiL l caARE No ONE WIlL M ISs thE M I daRE y Ou i DARE yOu i DAR E y OU why... I am losing control... I have to give in... but i cant not with her so close to-SEE FOR YOURSELF SEE HOW HAPPY YOU CAN BE SEE HOW HAPPY YOU CAN BE WITH YOURSELF YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU EVER DREAMED OF YOU HAVE T OL iStE N to mE (This page is one of the few pages in this journal that does not have odd lettering and spacing, but is still disturbing.) October 8th Dammit why why I can't believe this is happening I'm losing control I can't fight the monster in me off anymore NO! I need to try but ive been trying for days now months, even I guess I should write more about this. Maybe it will help me. I should also write normally. A blossom will fall when the twilight is gone. > The Hour of Twilight > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (This switches from the mysterious journal to an excerpt from "Equestrian Legends." There is smudged writing at the bottom of this page.) The Hour of Twilight You hear whispers on the streets of Equestrian cities, mainly Ponyville, about how ponies disappeared and have trouble follow. You think you can run, or hide, from her wrath, but you can't. Once you hear her whispers, you can't escape. You are as good as gone. Who is this pony? Her name is Unknown. Literally. Unknown is her name. Though not by her parents, this was who she came to be known as. She was a bright, energetic young filly, ready to learn, but... she had a dark secret. Many, many, many moons ago, ponies were very superstitious and jumpy when it came to unexplainable forces. Whoever looked like, walked like, or even talked like a witch or an unidentified creature was immediately executed. These were very harsh times in Equestria. Unknown, whose real name was never found out, knew of these harsh acts. She knew that she was beginning to be constantly watched, and once the time came....she wasn't surprised. She was going to die. Or so she thought... When the executioners took her in, they said they didn't want to kill her. They wanted to torture her. To make her feel the pain she had supposedly inflicted onto her fellow ponies. She asked why they didn't kill her, punish her, but they didn't reply. They brought out knives and stabbed her wherever they could without hitting anything vital. They used their hooves to continually beat her. Unknown didn't care. However, as time went on, the filly started to grow...tired of their rough play. With a sudden burst of energy, she tackled her executioners to the ground and beat them. They were fighting back, and almost won. Almost. Unknown slipped her small body under their hooves and tripped them. She followed that outburst and continually beat them, blood getting everywhere on her coat. Her once cyan-coloured eyes were now a scarlet red as anger and corruption leaked their way through her barrier. She fought to hide it back, but failed. The last thing her rapists saw were her eyes, with so much pain, self-hate, and corruption in her slit irises. She gained all that pain and self-hate from being used as a sex-toy. The corruption, however.... Nopony knows how or why she was corrupted. They still don't. After this, after her being used constant times...she snapped into a frenzy, kidnapping ponies and making them her slaves. These slaves often died of malnutrition or torture. Unknown's body was no longer normal... Instead, she was now legally classified as a live, stuffed pony. Her ears were soft and had fluff in them, much like a cat's. Her soft fur was now a leathery material, and whenever she accidentally cut open her legs, stuffing instead of blood came out. Very few ponies know of her now... You know you're being watched. You know of me. I know you do. However, do you truly know me? Maybe not. Maybe it's just your imagination. Though you know I awaken at the hour of twilight. > Spiritual Shadows > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (This page is one of the few that has correct spacing, punctuation, and spelling. There is smudged writing at the bottom of the page.) October 9th I’m still trying to fight it off. It’s getting stronger. I don’t know if I can hold it off anymore. But I have to try. I have to try to stop it from reaching beyond my realm. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t… No… I WILL! I WILL NOT LET IT REACH EQUESTRIA! Those ponies don’t deserve what would happen if it got out. But I know what would happen. Which is why I’m trying to get as far away as possible. You think you are safe. Oh, how wrong you are. You can’t stop me. You try, but you can’t. Be prepared for my whispering shadows. I’d love to see Equestria fall due to my wrath. Beware the dying flame. Beware the one coloured blue. Beware the crying mare. Are all your words true? Erase these words. Erase your mind. I will soon find my way To the edge of time. Blank, blank. Drip, drop. Splish, splash. Numb your body and enter with me. You will see what Equestria will come to be. If you don’t stop the forever crying mare. You will lose the final heir. Her soft whispers echo through the houses of the alone. You will lose the heir to the throne. Blank, blank. Drip, drop. Splish, splash. Numb your body and enter with me. > Silent Whispers > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (This will now start from Twilight Sparkle's journal and continue to be unless otherwise specified.) September 21st I have been having trouble remembering my dreams when I wake up, so Spike suggested that I get a journal to write what I do remember down. Just in case I missed something important from them. You know how Princess Luna is. Wandering around in ponies' dreams to keep them actual dreams and not nightmares. However, she CAN send us ponies important visions and/or messages through our dreams. She can also do that through nightmares. I don't know why, but I feel that something is off, like something is going to happen. Something bad. I feel as if I should contact Princess Celestia, but.... Something in the back of my mind said that I shouldn't. I should ask Cadance for help, or Shining Armour.... I don't know. What should I do? September 22nd Well, I don't remember much, but I'll try. A black figure was walking towards me, but it didn't look like a pony at all. I felt shivers down my spine. This was not normal! I felt evil and darkness surround me, engulf me, and I tried to scream. Something caressed the side of my face, and it felt like a paw. A slimy, sticky paw. I rubbed the goo off and looked at it. It was dark red and shiny, also sticky. It was blood. Who's it was, I didn't know, nor did I want to know. All I wanted to do was scream, but I started to hear whispers. Very, very quiet whispers. I could make them out, though, like they were being shouted. These words were: Numb your body and enter with me, Twilight.... You know you want to. Just do it. Give in, and you will be free from terror and destruction. I don't know why, but they sounded... comforting. I wanted to go with it. It was kind of like lust, in a way. It was almost irresistible. Almost. I snapped out of my trance, just as the vision was fading. It was very creepy. That was definitely evil. I really need to talk with Princess Luna! But she'll think that I'm crazy.... Oh my Celestia.... What do I do? September 23rd Again with the note-taking. Well, it is really dream-writing-as-soon-as-I-wake-up. Either way, it's still notes. Last night, my dream was very weird. It was kind of similar to the one I wrote down yesterday, but this time something else happened at the end. Like before, a black figure that looked nothing like a pony walked toward me. Again I felt darkness and evil surround me, but I didn't try to scream. I knew it was useless doing so. Something, I think it was the paw-thing again, caressed the side of my face. Slimy. Sticky. Red. It was blood. I heard whispers, like before, but this time the words were different. The hour of Twilight is when I awaken, Ms. Sparkle. You knew this all along but you didn't bother to tell me. Tell anyone, for that matter. How do you think other people would feel? Hmmph. I guess you are too wrapped up in your books to realize that somewhere out in the universe are people who deserved to be cared for and loved. I can see that you don't. Good luck, Twilight.... I was.. getting skeptical about this whole thing. I know, it seems stupid to write this after weird, unexplainable things have happened to me, but... I just don't want this to continue. Maybe this is all a dream! I pray to Celestia and Luna that this is all a dream. Please... please. Please be a dream! (This page is written in different handwriting. Italics are verbally read each time you gaze upon the words.) September 24th I can't feel anything. Nothing else matters. Wait, what? N-no, I can feel! Get out! What's the point? My father doesn't care. The village doesn't care. W-well, I get that, but please get out... This is extremely uncomfortable.. My cousin and his friends beat me up. I don't want that... But if it makes them happy, then I'm okay with it... What are you even talking about? Who are you? Also, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I just want to be accepted for who I am... But if it makes people happy that I'm being used as their punching bag, then okay... I can live with that. At least the man who my father practically dumped me onto still cares.. I think. This is sad, but can you please get out of my head? Yet I am not happy. Well, I try not to be. I am getting the feeling that nobody can hear me. Being happy means pain. Happiness causes me pain. I am just a mistake in my village... Just a mistake. I should've been carried off and killed like my mother. But no, I had to stay and be the little hiccup that everyone insults and beats. A hiccup? What..? Why does this sound so familiar? > Deadly Nightshade > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (This page was found by Fluttershy. Contains different handwriting.) March 29th Ugh.... I can't believe Quetzal got me a journal! What am I, a girl? sigh I guess I am, what with this long hair and all. I just... like having long hair. I'm bullied for it, and my being a loner. I have a form of social anxiety and am afraid of talking to other people because of what I go through every day. The only people I will talk to are my siblings. At least they care about me...right? I mean, lately, Sarah has been annoyed with me whenever I do something wrong.. I just don't understand. What did I do wrong? And how can I fix it? ....at least Roxanne is helping me....she is my only friend. You should really turn back now. Before you do something you will regret in the future. I have seen different worlds, different destinies, different fates of yours... But most of them are horrible.... So how did you survive them all? (.....contains different handwriting. Was also found by Fluttershy.) January 2nd Sometimes, I wish I would have friends that I could rely on. Friends like Twilight, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and Starlight. .....but..... I don't deserve friends like them. They don't deserve a...a mistake for a friend...they deserve better. sigh.... at least I can watch the show an escape reality...if only for a small period of time...I wish I had someone to hug. Even if it's just one hug, I'd take it. Is it really too much to ask for one? Apparently it is... Is it possible for someone to love me? I...think it is, but I don't know. My living family hates me and I'm constantly bullied at school. I'm continuously belittled, criticized, and yelled at, yet at some points, they would be nice to me.. This is really confusing. (This entry's date is unknown.) You made it this far, didn't you? Oh, I am SO proud you did not run off! Ahahaha! Three days from when you finish reading this page, another one of the..what was it called..elements, will die too!! Ahaha! Well, unless you can figure out what my name is! Here's a clue: My black flower coils around one's blood, digging its sharp claws inside the liquid of red, It wraps itself around thy stomach and absorbs thine energy, Your body will drop to the ground, twitching and writhing in agony, until you are dead. I hide in plain sight, between morning and night, You can not be the one to flee, but You need my flower to survive the Days of Three. GOOD LUCK, YOUNG MORTALS! This will be your ONLY SHOT at defeating me! AHAHAHAAHA!!! The silver of your blade will not be enough to cut through the deadly nightshade...