Pony Horror

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>>29607617
“C’mon Vile, last call happened half an hour ago. I’d like to get home sometime before Celestia raises the sun.” Shot Glass said, wiping down the parts of the bar Vile wasn’t currently drooling on. “Please don’t make me physically drag you out.
Vile Tipple lifted his head slowly off the bar, looking vacantly up at Shot Glass, his hoof curled protectively around his drink.
“Yeah, shore boss. I’ll git outta here. Lemme jus’…” Vile tried to pull his hoof out of the handle of his mug, but couldn’t quite manage it. He struggled for a moment, then used his other hoof to try to push it away. His hoof came free quite suddenly, and the mug rolled away down the bar, falling onto its side and spilling the remainder of his cider on the freshly-cleaned surface.
Shot Glass sighed and moved to clean it up, wiping down the bar again and dropping the mug in the sink to be washed. He tried to wipe the spot where Vile Tipple had laid his head, but Vile slowly lowered his head back down, blocking any cleaning, his filthy green mane sticky with cider.
“Come on, Vile, last warning. I want to sleep and Celestia be damned, I mean to do it before the sun’s up.” Shot Glass said, carefully jabbing Vile Tipple with a hoof.
Vile Tipple’s head suddenly came up off the bar and he grabbed Shot Glass by the vest, his brick-red muzzle breathing alcohol-filled wind into Shot Glass’s face.
“Quiet ya idjit! You want ta bring her down on both of us? She's already got eyes everywhere, who’s to say she ain’t got ears everywhere too?” Vile exclaimed, glancing at the front door.

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>>29607624
“Aw c’mon, Vile. You’ve been in here for the past week, ever since the Summer Sun Celebration. Don’t tell me you believe that crock about Celestia being a demon. She’s been our ruler for over a thousand years. Wouldn’t she have done something evil by now?” Shot Glass said, finally getting his rag on the wet spot Vile’s mane left on the bar.
Vile chuckled. A low, a wet, wheezing sound. “Ye think all demons need blood and fightin’ do ya? Yer as ign’rant as the rest.” Vile said. He pulled a small brown stone out of the saddlebag on the stool next to him. It had a small hole in the middle. He held it up in front of his face, looking at Shot Glass through it. “Do ye know what this is, son?”
Shot Glass shook his head.
“This be an adder stone. Thought t’be ‘good for bad things’, some say.” Vile Tipple placed it on the counter, scooting it in small circles with his hoof. “Provides protection against spirits, poisons, diseases, and if’n ye look through th’ small hole…” He peered at Shot Glass through the hole again, his bloodshot eye outlined perfectly. “…ye kin see through disguises, glamours, and illusions.”
Shot Glass rolled his eyes. “That’s wonderful and all, Vile, but it’s very late...”
“Ah’ll tell ye a story, give ye this stone, and…” Vile Tipple pulled a bag of bits out of his saddlebags, dropping it on the bar where it landed with a heavy clink. “…pay m’tab for the past week if ye listen… Please.” Vile said, the plea at the end coming out slightly choked.

>>29607617
Something with skeletons

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>>29607630
Vile Tipple looked at him, and through the filth on his face and deep behind his bloodshot eyes, Shot Glass thought he looked rather lonely. Shot Glass looked at the bag of bits, then back to Vile Tipple. It was more the bits that got to him, his time as a bartender having hardened him more than he'd like.
“Alright. I’ll even throw in an extra drink. Don’t know where you got that money if you didn’t have it the rest of the week.” Shot Glass pulled out the mug he’d just washed and refilled it with cider, placing it in front of Vile while he sat down to count the bits and listen.
“Ahhhh, thank ye sonny. Ye’ve made this waste of a stallion happy.” Vile said, taking a small sip. He tapped the adder stone against his cheek as he thought carefully, then looked back to Shot Glass and began speaking.

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>>29607637
T’was many a year ago, around Winter Wrap Up that ah first met the stallion who introduced me to th’ idea of demons, ghouls, and the like existing. Unlike you folk here in Canterlot, back home in Baltimare all those years ago, we actually all had to help clean winter up. Bein’ a good and solid earth pony like ah was, ah took part in the scoopin’ and the plowin’ whilst the mares followed behind and planted the seeds. Durin’ the plowin’ and scoopin’, ah was draggin’ a big ol’ pile of snow down by the river when a small stone caught my eye. This here adder stone. Seeing as ah’d never spied one a’ these stones before, and the hole in the middle of it being such a novel sort of thing, ah stopped to pick it up. A pony ah didn't recognize spotted me not doin’ any work and came over, ah assume to cuss me out fer not workin’. However, he stopped when he saw what ah was lookin’ at.
“Son,” he says to me “do you have any idea what you got right there?”
Ah shook my head no, because ah was young, and ah was ign’rant.
“That, my boy, is an adder stone. Beloved of druids, both unicorn and not, for the inherent powers it possesses.”
He patted me on th’ withers and pointed to the hole in the center. “Gaze through the center and pierce right through illusions cast by demons, witches, and all manner of fey beast. With this stone, you’ll never be fooled by anypony, or anything, ever again. Keep it on you at all times, and you’ll even be protected from poison and disease.” He told me. He then chuckled, gave me a slap on the back, and continued with his work.

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>>29607648
At first, of course, ah thought that stallion was damn well full of it. But, the stone was at least a novelty, so ah kept it with me, and ah never got rid of it. It was just for a lark at first, but then there seemed to be a little something more to what that stallion told me as the years passed.
Y’see, years later a sickness spread through the town. Nopony knew exactly what caused it or where it came from, but see, despite my family, friends, and neighbors getting’ sick, ah was perfectly healthy the whole time. At first it seemed a blessing, as ah could help out with chores while m’family were all restin’. Unfortunately, th’ blessin’ quickly turned sour when m’neighbors got wind of my seemingly unnatural health. Long story short, ah was driven out by miserable loved ones who blamed me fer their ills. Callin' me all sorts of things as they drove me away. Devil, changeling, or what-have-you. Anything they could to blame their problems on the one pony who wasn't currently as miserable as they.
So ah was cast out, and as ah left behind everythin’ ah knew, ah remembered my lucky charm. My adder stone. Ah remembered what that stallion had told me so many years past, and ah turned and slowly brought it up to my eye as ah gave my home one last look goodbye.
Through that stone ah saw the cause of our troubles, and it left me convinced that there was more to th’ world than ah previously believed. Some sort of spirit. Tall, thin, black, and terrible, were gathered in the town, leapin’ to and fro about the houses, terrorizin’ the livestock, wiltin’ the greenery, and afflictin’ the good ponies who lived there.

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>>29607657
“So did you go back and help?” Shot Glass asked, having pulled up a stool to sit next to Vile as he told his tale.
“Did ah help?” Vile Tipple’s gaze went far away, and he grimaced, taking a long pull from his mug before he continued.


Ah saw those… ‘beings’, and ah had no idea what they were. Ah wouldn’t have even known where to begin removing them, and to this day ah’ve no idea if ah could have even laid a hoof on them. As ah was watching them, one of them turned to me and seemed to, of all things, 'know' that ah could see it. It opened it’s mouth impossibly wide, seeming to screech, though no sound reached my ears. Four of those creatures turned and galloped toward me on unnaturally thin legs, and ah pulled the stone away from my eyes and ah ran. Ah galloped down the road as far and as fast as ah could, just to escape my poor, beleagured home and the horrors that now resided there. Ah didn’t know how to help, and now that ah had the knowledge, ah couldn’t stay near there any longer. Knowing ah had lived with those… “things”, had me spooked more than cattle near fireworks.

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>>29607661
Ah left my home, and ah didn’t stay in contact with family, friends, or anyone else. Ah don’t know what happened to ‘em, and ah do regret it, but ah was scared witless. Ah mean, who wouldn’t be? Everything ah thought ah knew had just been thrown upside down. Sure, you hear about it now and then, but it never really affects you because you can't see any of it, so you ignore it, and you dismiss the ponies who tell ye these things exist. So ah ran and ah disappeared, and ah dove into work, and travel, and anything else ah could find to distract me. Including drink, blessed, blessed drink. Ah was intent on forgetting things, so ah was an itinerant worker, makin' my way from place to place, and job to job. Ah didn’t look through that stone again for several years.
The next time ah did, ah’d been working at Las Pegasus for about a year. Longest ah’d stayed in one place for a real long time. The travelin' hadn’t left me much to work with beyond a drinking problem, and becoming a dab hoof at fleecing other itinerant folk. That meant ah’d learned how to work the cards real well, both legitimately and otherwise. This place was awful swank, so ah had to be nice about it, but it wasn’t my money ah was dealin’ with, so ah didn’t mind not cheatin'. Ah just made it look fancy and the folk who trotted through the door were mesmerized enough to come play my game. It was here ah met a filly who ah thought was gonna change m’life. Her name was Willowy Reed and boy was she a hot mess in a dress.

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>>29607664
Vile Tipple took another swig of his drink and his eyes went distant, a faint smile touching his lips.
“Hey now, you’re not getting too drunk to continue are you? You can’t leave me hanging at this point.” Shot Glass said, reaching to take the mug away.
Vile Tipple pulled the mug out of reach and focused his eyes on Shot Glass. “Of course not! Ah'm merely reminiscin' you dang fool. Besides, didn’t you hear a word ah said? This-“ He picked up the adder stone and shook it in Shot Glass’s face. “-protects from poison. That includes alcohol.”
Shot Glass looked doubtful. "Is that really how that works?"
Vile shrugged and took another swig. "Point is, ah can still tell the story, so keep your horseshoes on."
Shot Glass sat back and waited for Vile Tipple to finish savoring his drink, tapping a hoof impatiently. "So why give me the stone, then, if it seems so beneficial?"
"Ah, you're wondering what the catch is. Ah'll get to that, sure enough." Vile said, grinning.

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>>29607671
Willowy Reed found me working in Las Pegasus as a dealer for the blackjack table. She was all toothy smiles and smokey looks as she walked up to my table, played once, lost, then left. That was my first sighting of her, but a mare like that you don’t just forget. Golden fur and a fiery red mane that hung down to her hooves, all poured inside a little black dress that clung to her in all the right places. Every eye on the floor was on her and stallions flocked to whichever table she was at. She never won a single game no matter what game she played, striking out with loss after loss, but she kept going. Ah learned all that later, of course, as ah had a job to do and ah’m nothin’ if not professional, but when she came back to my table, bringing with her a gaggle of stallions, she gave me a very strange look, almost seeming to see through me. She asked to play, ah dealt her cards, and she won with a perfect 21. Her followers whooped and hollered, but ah had an uneasy feeling about this mare. Ah ignored it a’course, as ye must have gathered, but ah felt it at that second meeting all the same.

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>>29607679
She played quite a few games, winning back any bits she’d lost on her trek through the casino, and at the end o’ the day, she was waitin' for me, nabbin' me on my way out the door. Ah could have left by the employee entrance, but ah was hopin’ to run into her. What red-blooded pony wouldn't want to run into that kind of mare again? Ah won’t bore ye with all the sweaty details, as ah'm you can imagine what went on between the two of us. It was everythin' you can imagine and more, and she had a firecracker of a personality when not fleecing stallions as well. We hit it off and let me tell you, it lasted months. We lived entirely on gambling winnings, floating from casino to casino. Ah quit my job, of course, so there would be no conflict of interest, and while we were together we lived the high life, seemingly floating on a cloud like pegasi without a care in all of Equestria.
It was too good to be true, of course. Somethin' that good had to have some sort of downside, and after the first month I started to notice it. Something was bothering me about Willowy Reed, but ah ignored it because she was beautiful, a treat to spend time with, and really good in the sack. It was small things at first, like ah’d catch her looking at me, but not at me, if’n ye catch my drift. She’d be looking at something just past me, or at least that’s what it seemed like. Her eyes were unfocused and glassy. Ah thought nothing of it at first, callin’ it a lazy eye, or vacant stare, or what-have-you. Everypony is guilty of it every now and then when you get lost in though. Ah just had to come up with something to excuse it because it was just a flaw that an otherwise perfect creature like Willowy Reed must have or else they wouldn’t exist.

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>>29607685
The turnin’ point came one night, after a week of unnerving behavior from Willowy Reed that had just gotten worse n’ worse. Vacant stares, aimless wandering, loss of appetite, and sleepwalking. The sleepwalking was what really did it, because nothin’ sends chills up yer spine like opening yer eyes to see the love of yer life starin' vacantly down at ye in the dark. How long she’d been doing this ah don’t know, but that night when ah finally caught her at it clinched it for me that somethin’ was off. After my initial shock ah gently brought her back to bed, covered her with blankets and pulled down her eyelids. Ah made sure she was breathin’, and ah pulled out m’stone.
Ah really ought to have taken her to a doctor, but somethin' about her behavior just seemed a little too unnatural, and it wasn't like she seemed sick, neither. Tartarus take me ah didn’t want to use the stone, but ah had this feelin' in my gut that ah should. Ah suspect ah knew, deep in m’heart that somethin’ would be wrong, and there would once again be nothin’ ah could do about it. All manner of ailments passed through my mind. Diseases, poisons, all of those could be stopped, but the stone was mine, not hers, and ah assume it only helps the owner as my family certainly didn't receive the same protection as ah did back when ah first got it. Selfish lout that ah am, ah didn’t think to give it to her to try to help, either, but that’s neither here nor there. Ah lifted the stone up to my eye, closing it before it got there, praying to Celestia that when ah looked there wouldn’t be anythin' at all, but knowin' deep down that wouldn’t be the case. Then ah opened my eyes.

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>>29607697
Vile Tipple’s breathing became shallow and labored, and his hoof shook slightly as he gripped the mug tighter, while his other hoof clutched the adder stone tightly. “This was the beginning of the end for me, though ah suspect it truly began to end long before, at my home, and this was just me realizin' it.”


It was them again. Tall, thin, black, and terrible. Horrid mockeries of ponies. Shades, shadows, or whatever you’d call them, with pointed muzzles and fog for manes, stood over Willowy Reed. There were four of them. One at her head, black maw open, breathing sinister mist into her nostrils that must have been the cause of her labored breathing, two on either side of her, scraping their pointed hooves at her limbs but leaving no marks, causing her to thrash in her sleep, and a fourth, standing slightly away from the rest. It was this fourth one that frightened me the most, because he wasn’t watching her, he was looking directly at me. He saw me seeing him, and he was mocking me, I’m sure. He knew ah couldn’t do anything, and ah’m sure if he was capable of it, he would have laughed. Ah think this one was the first one ah saw back at my home, and he'd been followin' me ever since. Somehow that just made me more frightened, knowin' this creature could hold a pointless grudge for so long against me.

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>>29607703
In the end, ah ran again, leavin' Willowy Reed, most of my bits, my possessions, my new home, such as it was, and everypony ah knew behind. Ah haven’t known peace of mind since that day. Ah don’t know what happened to Willowy Reed, and ah don’t want to know. If she lived, that’s wonderful, but ah fear if’n ah tried to find her, it would only do her more harm. Everywhere ah went after that, and everypony ah met, ah now observed through the adder stone before ah trusted them with anythin'. Ah never stayed anywhere long. Ah don’t think those shadows would let me. The longest ah stayed somewhere was two weeks, and at that point the things had shown up again. Just those four, as well, and ah’m sure they’re the same ones, because one is always staring at me when ah see ‘em. It almost seemed like they was waitin’ for somethin’.
Ah did what ah could to survive, making my way from place to place, city to city. At first ah was just out to survive and stay as far away from those things as ah could, but as the years past and ah wasn’t afforded a moment’s peace, ah started getting’ tired. Ah couldn’t just keep runnin' and runnin', because ah’d eventually get too old to keep up the pace. So after a dozen or so years had passed, ah began looking for a way to finally solve my problem. Maybe get rid of those beasties. Ah know, ah know, why not do it sooner? Because ah’m a bloody coward, that’s why. Ah have no other excuse.

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>>29607710
As itinerant as ah was, during my search for answers I sometimes needed to stay in one town for a month or more in order to find information on what ah was searching for. Sometimes the ponies ah spoke to would have something that could help. Other times there was nothing but what ah could scour from the books myself. Ah kept an eye open for anything strange going on with the ponies around me, in order to mitigate the effects of the presence of those beasties. The moment ah got a whiff of illness or other strange behavior, ah made myself scarce. No sense causing more misfortunate than ah had to.
More years passed, and my search for answers took me back to cities ah’d passed through before. Ah never encountered Willowy Reed again, before you ask, and ah did pass through Las Pegasus. The city didn’t seem any worse for wear. Any problems caused by my presence had long since disappeared, and the high life that plagues the city kept it in high spirits. My former coworkers and acquaintances long since gone to other places themselves once they'd had their fill of it. Ah even once had the opportunity to go back to Baltimare, but ah didn’t. Ah don't think ah could face my hometown after abandoning it like that. Ah don't really have the right to call it my hometown, anyway. It's just the last place ah had family, so ah keep callin' it such. The reason ah would have gone was that ah had a lead on a book that might have held some information, and the closest place was Baltimare. Instead, ah waited and hunted elsewhere for it, finding it in Seaddle on the opposite side of Equestria, thank goodness. After a while of searching, ah found the biggest lead yet, finding it in a small town called Ponyville, not too far from Canterlot. The new princess apparently had it in her library. Told me she’d found it in the old castle Celestia and Luna used to live in.

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>>29607717
Ah, that princess was an interesting one. Probing me for my reasons as to why ah was researching such a topic. Ah skirted around the issue, not wanting to give too much away, for fear of what might happen to her. She was quite the nosy one, that princess. Ah hear she's the princess of friendship, but she really ought to be the princess of books, in my opinion. She'd read it, of course, but the book was everything ah’d hoped it would be and more, and it did indeed give me the answers ah wanted, though perhaps not the answer ah’d been seeking.


Vile leaned forward, his mug forgotten next to him on the bar, and his eyes wide as he stared at at Shot Glass. “This was only several months ago, by the way. Do you want to know why ah came here for the summer sun celebration?”
Shot Glass was staring at Vile, his expression filled with curiosity. “I’m here and I’ve been listening. Please, this is incredibly fascinating.”
“You’re a good lad, Shot Glass. A good lad.” Vile said, his face changing to one of sadness.
“Ah found reference to ancient times, and lore of creatures come from beyond the borders of Equestria. It’s important that ah point out, ah found absolutely nothing at all about these creatures that have hounded me m’whole life.” Vile said, tapping the counter with a hoof. “Barely anythin', ah should say. Years of searchin' produced only a single lick of information, calling these things ‘creatures of shadow’. No description of their looks beyond that single mention of ‘shadow’.” Vile said, shaking his head.
“But you must have found something. You said you came here for a reason, and if your visit to Ponyville was so recent, that must have lead you here.” Shot Glass said.

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>>29607720
“Quite right, quite right. It did bring me here. What ah found in that book was somethin’ far more… not sinister, but great and terrible all at once. See, ah'd had the thought myself, that these were shadows of some sort, so ah figured if there was darkness, there must also be light, right?” Vile said. He stopped and looked at his mug of cider, then pushed it away. He went silent for a moment, closing his eyes and folding his forehooves in front of him on the counter, and when he opened his eyes and looked at Shot Glass, they were no longer bloodshot, and he spoke clearly for the first time since Shot Glass had met him.


I came to Canterlot for the Summer Sun Celebration to see Celestia. You see, I had found something very interesting regarding our princess of the sun. It didn’t outright say it was her, but it referenced; “A being of celestial fire, with six wings, each appearing made of brightest pearl. It was the light, and the light was in it and of it, and whithersoever it went, so too did the light go. Like its wings, so too were its faces, of which it also had six, with pearlescent fur and eyes that glowed red hot and spewed flame. Its eyes, of which it had a multitude, covered its faces and wings, seeing all around it and passing fiery judgment wherever its gaze fell. Its six legs held it aloft as it traveled across the sky, its light falling down on the land where its hoofbeats passed over. This vision I recognized as the likeness of the sun, and I bent unto it, lest my eyes be seen gazing upon it and burnt to ash.” What else could it be referencing but Celestia herself, raising and lowering the sun in our very sky? White fur, rainbow mane, and the sun itself, a great eye that passes over everything. If Ponyville’s princess made the connection, I suspect she attributed it to hyperbole from somepony who hadn’t met the princess face to face.

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>>29607732
I came to Canterlot hoping that the creatures would not follow me into the presence of the princess of the sun herself, or if they did, then they might be burned from the summer sun on the longest day of the calendar. I had been here several weeks and had seen no sign of them, so my hunch may have proven to be true. But as the summer sun celebration neared and I continued to find no sign of them, I began to grow ever more fearful, because what in Equestria were they afraid of, if not for her? And if they were afraid of her, why?


“The princess of the sun, our guardian, our light, our protector, looks like any other pony, correct?” Vile said, looking directly into Shot Glass’s eyes.
“She does, yes. Despite being an alicorn.” Shot Glass said, a chill running up his spine at the words.
Vile Tipple pushed his adder stone across the bar to Shot Glass, tapping it twice before pulling back. “I looked upon the princess of the sun, free of illusion, glamour, or seeming, and while what I saw does not match the description exactly, it is certainly something I will never be able to remove from my mind for the rest of my life, as short as that may be.” Vile Tipple gave Shot Glass a sad smile.
Shot Glass picked up the stone, looking down at it then up at Vile Tipple. “What do you mean, Vile?”
“Eyes upon eyes, Shot Glass. Eyes, of which she has a multitude, covering her faces and wings, seeing all around her and passing fiery judgment wherever her gaze falls.” Vile said, picking up his mug, toasting Shot Glass with it, then draining the rest in a single gulp.
Shot Glass stared for a second, then lifted the adder stone to his eye and looked at Vile through it as he placed the mug back on the bar.

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>>29607736
Where Vile Tipple was seated, there was naught but a pile of ash, trailing from an empty mug of cider, down off the counter, and covering the stool and floor where Vile Tipple was supposed to be. Shot Glass quickly yanked the adder stone away from his eye, but the ash remained, and there was no sign of Vile Tipple himself other than his adder stone and the bag of bits on the counter. Shot Glass looked down at the stone in his shaking hoof, tossing it away from him as if burnt. It struck the stone flooring and cracked in half, each piece rolling away from the other. Shot glass put a hoof to his head, hyperventilating. He poured himself a mug of cider and downed it as fast as he could, then poured himself another, trying to look anywhere but the pile of ash that had been Vile Tipple not 30 seconds ago.
After finishing his second drink, he looked down at the two halves of the adder stone. He carefully bent down to pick them up, one in each hoof, then put them together, looking through the middle. Everything looked perfectly normal, and he suspected if there had been magic in it, breaking it had surely taken that away. Shot Glass put the two pieces on the counter and turned away from them and the counter, looking at the rows upon rows of alcohol. Then the cleaned mugs, neatly lined up. Then the kegs of cider. Anything to avoid thinking about what Vile Tipple had talked about. As he was trying to keep himself busy, he felt something warm on his flank, and turned around to look.
Outside, seen clearly on the horizon far, far away in the distance, yet touching the room he was in: The sun was rising.

>>29607746
And that's it. Story and pictures. Come for one, stay for the other. I just want people to share what they have that I might not. B movie horror, vampires, zombies. Ponies as Freddy or Jason or Jigsaw or slender man or the Tall Man. Whatever you got, I would love to see. I still have more pics, but I'll save them to bump with for a short while. If there's no interest, I'll let it die. But if you want, even skeletons will do.

Also, my pastebin.
Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/Rg7kPyuq

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I would imagine some nice changling/skinwalker stories can be made.

Like a mutilated/mutated changeling got infected and became an Equestrian version of a skinwalker.

Any pony foolish enough to travel into the Everfree Forest/Hollow Shades/Badlands/any remote middle of nowhere place alone or in small groups disappear.

>>29607679
>That fucking picture.

S-song horse. Why?

>>29608056
That's not a bad idea. I never connected changelings and skinwalkers, though you'd imagine the connection to be obvious. I'm still writing more horror stories, so I'll file that idea away. Good pic, too. Thanks.
>>29608065
Because she loves her cello, of course. Sooooo much.

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>>29608163
oWo what is this?
Ghost Octavia?

The story of a broken hearted cello player who died mysteriously. Her ghost now plays for nopony in the now abandoned opera house theater.

Until one day Under a dare from peers a brave little colt decides to venture forth into the decrepit building.

>>29608207
That seems more of a pretense for a love story between a ghost and pony rather than actual horror.

>>29608207
>>29608163
I like it! Creepy, but not with the intent to specifically scare. >>29608215
is right, though. It does sound like some sort of tragedy.

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>>29608373
Oh that's nice. I like that. Saved.

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>>29608480
So what can I say except "You're welcome"

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>>29607617

Only by a lapse in reality itself would she haunt me in this way, beckoning me night after endless night; these tormenting dreams are only reflections of what I once loved.
Another day, another chance to forget, but she remains.
I couldn't let her go then, and I can't let her go now, her gaze ever upon me as I struggle to ignore the overwhelming silence dragging my mind to the darkest depths of insomnia.

Until she spoke to me.

"I've missed you," she said.
She shouldn't, she can't, but she does.
I suppose if I'd let go then, she wouldn't be so strongly tied to me now; fragments of her soul still linger.

I don't have a choice.
I'll do anything to forget.
So long as I don't have to experience losing her again...

https://radiarc.bandcamp.com/album/forgotten-ep

>>29608163
Not a Tavifag but this is nice, octy is best ghost. It conjures up a whole little scene in my head of pone exploring a desolate ruin and catching a few notes of a fading cello on the wind. They write it off as imagination but somewhere, close by, a ghostly wisp of gray mare replays her last performance, beheld only by the leaves. Not there, there, and then not there again in a handful of seconds.

Bump out of interest.

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C-crossed in Equestria?
That's scary right?

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>>29608163
>>29609529
>>29608065
So because there seemed to be the most interest in Octavia here, I have started a story with ghost Octavia. Here's the first bit. I must eat now, though.

The hiss of a spray can was the only sound in the dusty theater. The seats had been covered up years ago, with the sheets on top covered in a thick layer of dust. Several of them were exposed, having had the sheet removed sometime during the years of disuse for one reason or another. Ponies had come to look, to think about buying it in order to put it back in working condition, but none had taken the plunge, leaving it to slowly decay.
Color Splash had heard about the place, and the many rumors as to why it remained closed, but seeing that it was in one of the richest neighborhoods in Manehatten had been the deciding factor. She needed to leave her mark, and this was the best place to do it. The streets of this part of town remained too busy and far too well patrolled by police ponies to make it safe to finish her work before getting caught, and leaving her work unfinished was completely unacceptable. So she’d taken it as a challenge, and here she was, starting work on her mural in the early hours of the morning.
She flipped her hood back, exposing her horn better and giving her an unobstructed view of the wall of the theater she was going to cover. Her sea green mane shimmered in the light cast by her horn, the silver glow of her magic casting shadows that shivered and swayed in the otherwise pitch-black theater. She pulled back from the beginnings of her mural, digging through the saddlebag of colours she’d brought with her, setting them up in a neat semi-circle around her as she sat and painted.

>>29607617
I've toyed around with writing pony fanfics inspired by John Carpenter's The Thing or In The Mouth of Madness.

Problem is I'm a shitty writer that can't make it work without it coming off as a blatant ripoff of the movies.

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>>29610119
Color Splash had known about the place. Everypony in Manehatten had at least heard of it. Stories of it being haunted. Of it being the site of a murder. Of a phantom that cursed every performance held in it. It looked the part, at least. The façade was a looming and ancient set piece, with fantastical scrollwork going up the front of it, and an impressive and imposing marquee to announce whatever performance would be there. There were even gargoyles on the front, set to stare down at everypony as they walked by. The city kept the front clean, and nopony wanted to get rid of it, because it was such a piece of history, but nopony also wanted to do anything with it. The rumors of it being haunted, and the rumored accidents to performers kept everypony away.
Color Splash scoffed, her voice seeming to be surprisingly loud in the empty theater. Half of the accidents attributed to this place weren’t even true. She’d done some research before coming, mainly to find some blueprints, but she couldn’t help coming across the history of the place. There had only been four deaths in the place since it was built so many decades ago.
The first was a death by drowning. Some magician had an accident and ended up failing to escape from his own death trap. The second was a stabbing. A jealous actor had switched out the collapsible dagger for a real one during a play. The third was a magical misfire. Some showboating unicorn had set off too many thaumotechnics and accidentally struck a member of the audience, killing the poor chap.

>>29610124
Then make it a blatant ripoff of the movies, but with ponies instead. I think it will all be perfectly okay. Some of the challenge would come from making the characters and the monsters pony related in the first place.

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>>29610148
The final one was the only one that had yet to have closure. Nopony had been tried for the murder, but after the final performance of the Canterlot orchestra, one of their cellists went missing. The worst part was that nopony noticed until a week later when the orchestra was set to perform in Baltimare. Poor mare was found dead in the basement of the theater, tied up and already dead several days. Whoever had done her in was long gone by that point, but that kind of black stain on your history will do in the best theaters. Show ponies are a notoriously superstitious lot.
Color Splash wasn’t interested in what showponies, alive or dead, were up to, though, and if art was going to be missing from this theater, it might as well be her to put it back in. She wasn’t an actor or a musician, but her art was still just as legitimate. Who knows, by the time they show the theater next, maybe they’ll see her mural and it will get the attention it truly deserves after all these years? A smile touches Color Splash’s lips a she imagines her art getting that kind of attention, and she continues painting, the faint hiss of the cans filling the theater hall.
After some time, with about a third of the painting done and splotches of color on her hooves, hoodie, and mane, Color Splash put down the current can and looked over what she’d currently completed, appraising it and making sure everything was coming out the way she wanted. While she was looking over her work, she heard what sounded like a cough coming from behind her, somewhere among the seats. Color Splash jumped to her hooves, knocking over some of her cans with a clatter, and she released her horn’s light, plunging her into darkness. She scrabbled up the stairs, distancing herself from where she was just in case whoever was in decided to lash out blindly.

>>29610152
No pastebin yet, and I've got more coming, but I am taking a break from writing to eat.

>>29610124
To clarify, sometimes the first step toward becoming a not-shitty writer is just changing small parts of a story that already exists, and working with that. Hence why writing fanfics exists. It's good practice.

>>29610131
Jesus fuck Anon this is where I draw the line. Redheart is pure.
Let's leave her like that.

>>29610139
Oh, I had a general outline for The Thing's ripoff. Ruins of some ancient civilization are found in the frozen north, Twilight gets sent to study it along with a team of scientists and archaeologists. One of the buildings has a Thing-creature frozen in it, and they drag it out thinking it's a preserved pony specimen. Horror ensues.

The only original detail I had was that there were two Thing-creatures and one of them was actually a good guy. So there'd be a plot twist at the end that one of the survivors was a Thing all along. A pretty terrible story, even by my standards as a subpar writer.

As for In the Mouth of Madness... Converting that thing to pony without it being a mess would be insanely challenging.

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>>29610183
The best pictures are the ones with a story behind them

>>29610196
Hey, you already converted a lot of it, and that's a fantastic start. But I really think you're selling it short. People here, myself included, would love reading about a story we're familiar with, but with characters we know and love. Not to mention, you can convert the reactions of the characters to fit the ones from the show. Twilight's reaction would probably differ significantly from Blair or Childs from the 1982 movie, if that's what you're working off of. Twilight also has magic to back her up, unless you wanted to change that to not include magic. It would be a really fun ride to read, and if you could fit in your original concept, that would change it a lot more.

You're right about Mouth of Madness, though, but hey, half-finished stories and ideas happen all the time. If you can't make it work, then that's just a lesson learned. I think you should go for it.

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>>29610196
Thingpone?

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Only Spike MacReady will save us from The Thing

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>>29610132
>Ghostavia story
Yes please.

>>29610124
>John Carpenter's Apocalypse Trilogy
Mah nigga.

>>29610131
I absolutely love Ventious' art style.
Also just dropping this here for those who missed it: http://pastebin.com/u/sometwifag

"Tonight Anon, you will hear a knock at your door. When you open it you will be treated to a horror beyond imagination. Your eyes will behold the equine form, dead and bloodied, for some reason you may never know reanimated by mechanical parts. The stench of decayed flesh, along with the inexplicable scent of cooking meat will flood your nasal cavity. Your ears will be assaulted by clanks and whirs of the crude cyborg nightmare.
Anon, this is Lyra Heartstrings, YOUR Lyra Heartstrings, whom something terrible has befallen. If you turn her away she will surely be put out of her misery by police or military forces once reported. However if you let her into your home, pet her, care for her and do naughty things with her, her magic will return and she will turn back into the talking pony you always fantasized about. She will be yours forever, but only if you do these things which are necessary to restore her magic."

It might be my favorite green to ever come out of this board.
>tfw sometwifag will never finish it

>>29610333
Yeah, pretty much.

>>29610238
I suppose I can dig up my old notes on it and give it a whirl.

>>29610059
>crossed
>scary
thst's just edgy crap, dude

>>29610425
Ayy murder porn IS worst porn.

But stories from the Badlands made me feel really bad/scared for certain characters.

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Does anyone know if there is some good Pony/Alien crossover out there? I just finished Alien: Isolation today and I'm still sweating from it.

>>29610457
Oy I have that but cause work/school never got a chance to fully play it, I finished tutorial and that's it. Gonna have to replay it to remember controls.
Is it good?

>>29610457
I have sadly never encountered much beyond a few images that I didn't save.

>>29610425
>>29610074
>>29610059
Crossed has its place in 'horror', despite not being very scary to me. I know it scares some people, but like one anon said, it's just murder porn. It's killing for killing's sake, and that just does absolutely nothing for me. Like grindhouse. Sure, it's a thing, but it's just an excuse for gore, and I don't find that scary or creepy or anything. It's just gross.

>>29610457
There's some crossovers of it, but as far as I know there aren't any good ones.

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>>29610468
>Is it good?
Definitely. The Alien's AI is truly the best thing to come out of this game. It's absolutely unpredictable and actually learns from your playstyle, making the last hours unbearably stressful. Also it's a masterwork of atmosphere, both visually and auditorily.

Protip: set the difficulty to hard if you like some challenge. The Alien seems almost blind in normal difficulty.

>>29610471
>>29610482
A shame.

>>29610333
I will kill you and I will eat you.

>>29610641
Not sure if want or not want.

>>29607760
I shall give it a read later.

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>>29607760
>Stolen from /moon/

A story where Luna goes crazy for a sec and gives ponies nightmares rather than sweet dreams.

>>29608207
I like this idea. Makes for a decent writing prompt.

>>29611695
Heehee. I like it. There's a good feel to those old-style slasher flicks. Freddy especially never took himself or the genre too seriously. Delivering on death and mayhem while still giving us the sinking feeling that even though everything seemed okay, they never actually won permanently. Something you can't stop, but only hold back, holds a special place in my heart when it comes to horror. Also, I've got more Ghost Octavia before I head to bed.

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>>29610162
Her first thought was that it was the police. Somepony had seen her come inside, and had called law enforcement and they’d had to contact whoever had access to the building to let them in, which is why it had taken so long for them to arrive. But then she second-guessed that. It couldn’t be the police. They weren’t usually so quiet when suspecting a breaking and entering. They’d come in, shields up and horns blazing, ready to deliver the smack down on anypony foolish enough to cause trouble in this part of town.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was able to see faint outlines. She couldn’t see much beyond that, because the auditorium was sealed from the outside on all sides. You’d have to leave the auditorium before you’d encounter any windows, so she had to make do with just faint shapes. Color Splash carefully lifted her head above the seats to see if she could spot anything. Maybe somepony moving about, trying to sneak like she was. She just hoped if there was somepony here, that she’d spot them first. Peering around in the dark, she was a little disgruntled to find it completely pointless, as she couldn’t see anything at all. The ability to see shapes in the darkness only availed her for things nearby, anything further away was a shapeless mess.
Color Splash waited, straining her eyes and ears for any sound, any motion, anything to tell her she wasn’t just being paranoid for no reason. She didn’t want to get caught, so caution was necessary, but she was worried she might be overreacting. She gave it another minute or two, remaining motionless, and when nothing made itself obvious, she gave it one last look, then lit her horn again.

>>29611733
When her silver light flooded the room once more, she was momentarily dazed from the illumination, but it quickly passed, leaving her squinting. She kept her head low at first, but once she was sure there was nopony here, she sighed and turned back to her paints. She had just picked up a can of paint when she heard a wooden clattering coming from somewhere down near the stage. Color Splash dropped the can of paint, jumped to her hooves, and turned to look at the stage, horn at the ready. She whipped her light around and directed it at the stage, changing it from a small sphere around her to a cone, whipping it to and fro, lighting up each part of the stage in a frantic sweep. There was nothing, and no pony. Only an abandoned cello lying in the middle of the stage.
Color Splash stopped, and brought her horn’s light back to center stage, illuminating the instrument. She hadn’t looked at the stage when she came in, but it seemed odd that with everything else in the theater rather well upkept, if dusty, that an instrument would have been left laying on stage instead of packed away somewhere. Color Splash cast her light about the auditorium, checking up and down the aisles, and sweeping haphazardly around the seats. Even checking some of the balconies just in case, but they were all shuttered and empty. Color Splash started carefully down the stairs to investigate, because there had been two noises so far, despite over an hour of silence, so somepony, or some thing, was causing these noises. They seemed to be a little bit too deliberate, not to mention that one sound had been a cough, though she wasn’t certain that’s what she’d heard at this point. She was a little concerned her mind was playing tricks on her.

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>>29611736
Color Splash kicked up dust as she walked down the unused steps to the stage, snorting to clear the dust from her nostrils as it floated up in swirling clouds. She climbed the stairs on the side of the stage and stood on the edge, just around the curtains, casting her horn light to backstage on one side, then stepping forward slightly to cast her light behind the curtains on the side nearest to her. It was dark, but there didn’t appear to be signs of anypony having passed through here lately, as the dust was completely undisturbed. That’s not to say there weren’t hoofprints, but what hoofprints there were had come through here long ago. Long enough to be filled with dust themselves, so at least it wasn’t tonight they had been here.
Color Splash finally turned her light back to the cello in the middle of the stage, her horn light focusing entirely on the instrument where it lay. As she got closer, her confusion grew, as the cello itself was completely clean. There was no dust on it at all, and it was in absolutely pristine condition. Color Splash leaned in closer, looking at the strings. They were completely unrusted. She looked around briefly, checking to see if anypony was nearby or watching, and reached out a hoof to pluck one of the strings. The note seemed alarmingly loud in the dark theater, but it was very clear, and awfully pure. She was no musician, but she’d wager it wasn’t off-key at all. Color Splash checked around the cello, seeing no bow for it, but also no hoofprints in the dust beyond her own. It was completely undisturbed, so that raised a very disturbing question: ‘Who put this here, and who was keeping it clean, and HOW?’

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>>29611742
Curiosity was burning inside her, mixed with a healthy dose of paranoia and confusion. The cello raised so many questions that she didn’t have answers to, and she really didn’t know where to begin finding answers, or even if she wanted them. Could it have been a unicorn? A unicorn could have placed it, but how would a unicorn have avoided disturbing the dust, unless the unicorn could perform telekinesis from really far away. But then, why place the cello here in the first place? What purpose did it serve? Color Splash’s eyes narrowed. Was somepony playing her for a fool? Her eyes flicked up to the balconies, then to backstage. Somepony must be here, and somepony thought spooking her was funny. Well, she wasn’t going to put up with it. Resolute, she pointed her horn light ahead of her and marched behind the curtain, heading backstage.

>>29611745
There you go. More ghost to read. I'll have more tomorrow if the thread still exists, but it is bedtime for me.

And a pastebin.
Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/tX9Vdt5a

>>29611750
I require more ghost donk

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Bump.

I could dump like half a dozen fimfiction links I've found over the inordinate amount of time I've lurked there if anybody wants - but I'm expecting anyone who's actually interested in horror to have already read most of them so I don't know if it will even be of any use.

>>29613240

Go ahead, if you have half a dozen worth linking that's twice as many as I have.

>>29610132
>switched out a fake dagger for a real one
Monk reference?

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>>29613274
So, after going back through all my favourites here's what I dredged up.

Starting with some pretty basic horror:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/22323/a-fleetng-light-n-the-darkness (and its sequel)
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/57877/body-of-work
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/138213/reading-room-36
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/332084/cant - subtly creepy; no world-ending eldritch abominations and still manages its job pretty well.
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/60514/into-the-depths and its sequel - as much as people say Pen Stroke is overrated, and as formulaic as his two Depth stories are, they (especially the first one) did manage to creep me out pretty well. Do read at night, or at least late in the evening.

Now for some more unconventional stuff, which isn't strictly horror:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/289892/a-once-and-future-darkness - make of this what you will. It's also a great read in general.
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/288366/arachnophillia and the sequel http://www.fimfiction.net/story/310251/arachnophobic - as the names suggest, spiders. If you're fine with spiders, skip, they're not that stellar.
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/173638/dead-light - zombies I think? I haven't read that in a long while but I think it was creepy-themed. (Meaning, not the usual "braaaains" zombies, but something more interesting.)
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/41146/twilight-revised isn't horror in the sense that it'll make you scared, but I'd still call it psychological horror.
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/211887/nine-days-down - more of an adventure story, but with a very fair share of creepy/horror elements. I'd also recommend it in general.

And then there's http://www.fimfiction.net/story/109956/primal-fear - I'm going to be honest, I don't remember anything about this, but it's by Aragon and it's tagger horror. Make of that what you will.

>>29613600
Neat.
Thanks I'll check these out.

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>>29607760
Very nice. Thank you for this Anon.

>>29613600
>a-once-and-future-darkness
Hadn't read this one, what a wonderful read.

As you say, it's not strictly horror but is unsettling enough in it's own way. It really, really shines because of how well-written it is.

>>29613600
Aw nice! I haven't read some of these, so I'll definitely go through them. I'll have more of the story in a bit.

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>>29610380
>fire breathing dragon
>carrying a flame thrower

You had one job, Anon. ONE JOB.

>>29615568
Perfect cap

>>29607648
Sauce on the image? Reverse sesrch turns up nothing.

>>29615788
I found it on Derpibooru, by an artist named Pig-Fish.
https://www.derpibooru.org/263707?q=Twilight+Sparkle%2CPinkie+Pie%2CBridle%2CNightmare+Fuel

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>>29611750
As she passed into the cluttered area behind the curtains, she kept her light moving to and fro, checking for any movement or anything that seemed out of place. Meanwhile she kept her ears pricked, the muted blue of her fur swiveling back and forth, listening for any sound that wasn’t the gentle tap of her hooves on the wooden floor. She found plenty of set pieces from different plays, the occasional musical instrument, and several costumes in various states of disrepair, but all of them were covered in the same dust the rest of the place had been inundated with.
Just as Color Splash was beginning to get think she wouldn’t find anything, her sweeping light passed over something grey in the darkness. She did a double-take and pulled her light back to where she had seen it, but it was gone. It had looked like a pony, but she hadn’t heard any hoofsteps. It hadn’t been flying, either, so it couldn’t have been a Pegasus. Color Splash carefully walked closer, trying her best to keep her hooves as silent as possible, the tapping she made seemingly louder than normal in the silent theater. When she got to the spot she thought she had seen the pony, the dust was undisturbed yet again, so it couldn’t have been a pony. Even a flying Pegasus would have disturbed the dust with their wingbeats.
“Is anypony there?” Color Splash said, her nervousness prompting her to speak up. She winced at how loud her voice was, but kept moving forward, following the hall she thought the pony, or whatever, had travelled down.

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>>29615934
She continued down the hall, passing by several open doors she briefly checked, looking to see if any dust had been disturbed in any of them. Actor’s rooms, makeup rooms, and the green room, she assumed. There was even what must have been a practice hall for bands and orchestras, as there were music stands all grouped in one corner that gave her a bit of a start at first. She took a second look at the practice hall again, and noticed that in here, there was some dust disturbed. It floated in the air in her horn light beam, and she moved it down to the floor, seeing where it came from. One of the music stands had been moved, and recently. Within the past day, recently. There were clean lines in the dust on the floor where the stand’s legs had been dragged through it, and she could see, as she walked closer, that there was sheet music on the stand.
“Cello concerto in G” Color Splash read out loud.
She picked it up with her magic and flipped through the pages, checking the back, the front, and the margins, for any signs of writing or some sign of whoever may have put it there. There was a name on the front, in the bottom-right corner in very neat and flowing cursive. It was tough to read, but it read: ‘Octavia Melody’. Okay, so whomever this belonged to was possibly behind these shenanigans. A unicorn, maybe? Color Splash had heard of unicorns who could levitate. They were rare, and she certainly couldn’t do it, nor had she ever met anypony who could, but it was something exceedingly powerful unicorns could accomplish. Starswirl probably could have done so.
“Alright ‘Octavia Melody’,” Color Splash called out, putting some venom in her voice. “I know you’re here and I don’t know what your game is, but I think it’s time to call it quits. This isn’t accomplishing anything.”

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>>29615945
After her voice died down, Color Splash perked her ears up again, listening for any sound that might give away that she had guessed correctly. A hoofstep, a cough, a bump, a scrape, or anything else.
Nothing came.
Frustrated, Color Splash stamped her hoof. “Seriously, this is foalish and immature! If you want me gone, just say so instead of messing about like this!”
Still nothing came.
Frustrated, she groaned in frustration and crumpled the sheet music up, tossing it aside as she stomped her way out of the room. She stopped when a cold breeze blew past her, filling her nose with dust. She sneezed twice, her eyes watering. Her eyes widened in realization after her nose stopped tickling; there shouldn’t be any wind in here unless the doors were open. She raced back to the stage, shutting her horn light off when she arrived at the stage and peeked around the curtains.
But the doors to the auditorium were still closed.
The darkness was still absolute, and she sighed in relief, thankful the police hadn’t arrived. She was about to turn her horn light back on, when she heard the rustling of paper, as of something being uncrumpled and smoothed out. She froze, not daring to move. The sound was very nearby, just ahead and to the left, near center stage. There was a thump, then a scrape, and the clunk of metal on wood. It was near where the cello had been laying on the stage. Color Splash psyched herself up, took a deep breath to steady herself while her spine tingled from unexplainable fear, then lit up her horn, focusing it right where the sound was. The beam of light shot out and spotlighted the source of the noise!

>>29615953
There you go. More later.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/tX9Vdt5a

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>>29615836
>Pig-fish
>his deviantart is dead and gone
>his tumblr too

>>29607617
Yeah the nightmare fuel tag on derpibooru with filters off got me a lot

>>29616185
As with all things; this too, shall pass.

>>29616267
Oh no we shall live on forever.

It only passes if we let ourselves forget.

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>>29615971
I love it this far. Bedtime bump.

>>29610471
The main thing that scared me from it was the hopelessness of every situation and setting made.

There's no running, no hiding, you can try to fight, but eventually you will either be transformed into one of those demented nutcases or die horribly.

>>29617520
Yeah, I understand, but I can find that sort of thing in stories that don't generally involve that kind of excessive violence. Cthulhu mythos involves that kind of hopelessness, knowing you can't possibly escape, and only put it off for some amount of time, without the violence.

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>>29615971
Where the cello had been lying alone before, now there was a music stand. Color Splash had a sinking feeling it was the one she’d just left behind because there was sheet music on it. Sheet music that had been uncrumpled and smoothed out. She stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then felt a cold breeze blow past her, stirring up dust as it traveled somewhere toward the back of the theater. She could swear she heard a quiet muttering as it went.
Once the breeze had died down, Color splash realized she was holding her breath. She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew it wasn’t funny anymore. What she’d assumed had been a terrible prank was swiftly becoming a terrifying journey into the unknown. Was it a ghost? A cello, like the cellist who’d been killed so many years ago, so that lent credence to that, but ghosts weren’t real, were they? The very fact that she was second-guessing her own opinion on ghosts was the clincher. It was time to go.
She kept her ears perked backwards pointing toward the stage as she hopped down, and made her way swiftly, but calmly, to her saddlebag and paint. She shoved the cans back inside, strapped the bag to her back, and started making her way to the vent she’d crawled in from. She’d had to scale the side of the building overlooking an alleyway, using a ladder she’d had to hide once she got inside. She only felt slightly bad about damaging the grating, but getting a theater like this more attention would have been worth it, along with the attention her mural was going to have gotten. But nothing was worth this creepy mess the whole escapade had become. She didn’t know what was going on and she no longer cared.

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>>29618513
She got to the room she’d entered from, climbed back into the vent in its position up on the wall of one of the rooms, and started scooting along through the cramped passage, her horn lighting the way ahead. She had made it a small distance, when she felt a cold breeze ruffle her mane in the tunnel. At first she thought it must be a breeze coming from outside, but then she felt a prickling on her hackles when she realized it had come from behind her. She turned her head to look back the way she had come, casting her horn’s light back down the tiny hole. She saw nothing except the exit to the room she’d entered from in the distance. She turned back around, her horn’s light coming to bear in her desired direction, and she found herself looking into the face of a pony.
She jumped, screeching in the dark, and reared back, smacking her head on the top of the vent. The impact knocked out her horn light and she cursed, while she swung a hoof out in front of her, trying to punch the asshole who’d spooked her.
“Celestia dammit you motherfucker! I fucking knew you were in here! Setting up all that shit just to scare me!” Her hoof didn’t hit anything except the walls of the vent, so she lit up her horn, rubbing her throbbing head. “I don’t know what your game is, but I’m getting out of here, okay? The place is all fucking yours.”
Her light illuminated nothing, so she assumed the pony had scuttled out of the vent. She was almost there, anyway. Just around this corner, a short distance away and. . .

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>>29618516
Color Splash poked her head out of the vent and into the room she’d entered from. She was fairly sure she hadn’t turned around. She must have gotten confused when that pony had spooked her. Sighing, Color Splash turned around, crawled back through the vent. . . and ended up back in the room again. She was positive she hadn’t turned around. Certain of it. A chill went up her spine as she looked around the empty room. She turned around once more, pulled out a spray can, and started spraying a small hashed line as she crawled through the vent. When she came to the corner, she turned it, and her light illuminated the same color hashed line on the opposite side she was spraying.
“What. . . the fuck?” Color Splash said, dumbfounded. She turned around and looked behind her, seeing the hashed line on both walls. “This isn’t possible.” She crawled out, and threw the can across the room, smashing it against the wall in a burst of color. “This isn’t goddamn possible!” She shouted.
There were surely other exits, maybe she could even get the front doors open, so Color Splash galloped through the halls, that awful cold breeze at her heels, mocking her attempts to escape. She threw open the auditorium doors, running out into the lobby, and slammed into the front doors. They resisted her efforts, barely even shaking on their hinges as she pounded her hooves on it. Bucking at them, checking them with her shoulder, and even trying to pry them open with magic. She moved to one of the barred windows, and tried to fit a hoof through the smash the glass, maybe call for help. Even being arrested would be better than being stuck in here with, whoever or whatever it was.

>>29618518
More ghosts.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/tX9Vdt5a

>>29618519
>Jusus Christ how horrifying.

>>29618518
Ghost donk isn't a malicious ghost is she? Anyway, pls more if you're not done yet

>>29619052
There's still more coming, but it will be tomorrow, after sleep.

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I was gonna try and get more done, but seeing page 9 aint fine.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_lOxKJRThk
>Far away in a sea of sand, a pony stands high atop a balcony.
>A light breeze blows through his dark brown mane and light grey coat giving some relief from the heat.
>The endless desert of Saddle Arabia extends itself for miles on end.
>An old cobblestone road snakes through this dry ocean two separate ways.
>West leads to the coast where the war rages.
>There he pictures the destruction and carnage being fought over.
>Where the blood and sweat of each nation falls with the determination to dominate the other.
>The Equestrians have already overtaken much of the small provinces and are moving their way inland.
>To the East the old road leads to the capitol, Meccaspia.
>Where the Sultan sits on his throne of salt and sand.
>It takes a three weeks journey to get to this fortress from either side.
>Being this far out in the desert, the fighting shouldn't spread here for a long time.
>A knock comes from behind.
"Enter."
>In walks a large Saddle Arabian wearing heavy chain mail.
>An iron helmet shields his face from sight and a tabar is slung across his back.
>In an awkward accent he speaks.
>"Excuse me Doctor. My men gathered all that you requested and are ready to begin."
>The grey coated pony gives out a sigh and still stares into the endless desert.
>He focuses his sight on two little dots far away in the sky.
>There the outline of ponies can be barely seen.
>Pegasus Scouts.
>A smile creeps across his face.
“Very good Captain, I’ll be down in a moment.”
>”One more thing Sir, a delegate from the capitol is here. He wants to make a detailed report abo-“
“Say no more Captain, show him and his entourage to the guest rooms and bring them some food and water. I will deal him later. Oh and make preparations for others.”
>“Others?”
“More guests are on the way and I would hate to be ‘unprepared’ for their welcome as well.”
>”Yes Sir.”

>>29619724
>A pegasus wearing heavy plate armor makes his way towards the center of camp.
>A tent is stationed there along with a great flag pole that’s now raising the Equestrian national Flag.
>Two giant Earth ponies stand with spears at the ready just outside it.
>Seeing the unicorn, one of them opens the flap letting him in.
>Inside the tent sits a middle aged stallion with his back to the pegasus.
“General Strider Sir. You sent for me?”
>Hearing the voice, General Strider turns around and greets the pony.
>”Captain Roadwind, I am pleased you were able to come at such short notice.”
“When duty calls Sir. We always answer.”
>”That’s what I like to hear. Take a seat.”
>As Roadwind sits in one of the available chairs, General Strider brings out some documents and a couple glasses.
>”Drink?”
“No thank you Sir.”
>”A pony of business I see.”
>Setting the glasses back into his desk he motions his hoof to the documents.
>”As you well know, we are making unimaginable progress against the enemy. We’ve taken control over the many ports and established a strong beachhead with supply lines stretching all the way to the front. Many predict this war will be over by this years end.”
>Roadwind simply nods at the statement.
>”However there’s two main cities and two dozen or forts in between us and the capitol, with over two-hundred thousand or so soldiers and militias stationed there as well. There’s going to be a lot of fighting and a lot of death for both sides.”
“That’s how war is Sir.”
>”Well that’s not how I want it!”
>He slams his hoof on the table.

>>29619726
>”Intel shows that there’s a road just South of here that can take us directly to Meccaspia with only one fort in our way. We will be able to circumnavigate the entire Saddle Arabian forces and be done with this war within the next two months.”
“That sounds like a marvelous idea, so why hasn’t it been put into effect?”
>General Strider looks away in disgust.
>”That’s the thing, all the scout teams we have sent never returned. I fear sending regular infantry would just cause more problems.”
“So you want me and my team to clear the way for the main contingency.”
>”Precisely! And hopefully find out what happened to the missing scout teams.”
“Do we at least know how long it takes to travel? I’d hate to lead my squad into the desert only to die of thirst.”
>”From what we got from the prisoners and local maps, it should be a two-three week journey.”
“Perfect. A nature hike is exactly what I need.”
>”Captain, this mission is of the upmost importance. If you succeed you will be saving thousands of lives.”
“When should we depart?”
>”That is not up to me.”
“If not you Sir, then who?”
>”That would be me.”
>Behind Roadwind in walks a unicorn with a reddish-brown coat and a short shaven mane.
>His collar from a fancy button up shirt peaks out over his light leather armor.
>”I’m Agent Copper of the Ministry of Interior Defense. I will be traveling with you and your team.”

>>29618519
True horror

>>29618519

I'd hit it

>>29611736
I'd fuck that Rarity

>>29618524
Her hoof could barely fit through the bars, and she couldn’t get enough force behind her strikes to do anything more than tap the glass. She pulled her hoof out and tried to read back and punch through them to the glass, but there was too little leeway and she just ended up smacking the bars, the ringing of her hoof on metal filling the lobby. She tried to use her magic to push it open, but her telekinesis wasn’t strong enough. She could make it wobble, but that was it. She cursed herself for not paying attention in magic class growing up.
“Yes, teach, now I do wish I could stop a runaway carriage.” She said, despairingly.
Her face pressed up against the bars, looking left and right on the mist-covered street outside, trying to spot any other ponies in order to hopefully get their attention. Sadly, the fog was too thick and she could only see the area immediately in front of the theater, which was devoid of ponies, holding just a single street lamp flickering in the darkness.
“Oh my fuck, it’s like, three o’clock! Why is everypony asleep?” Color Splash shouted angrily, bashing a hoof against the bars.
With one last punch at the bars blocking her way out, she turned around and slowly moped about the lobby, looking for something she could use to pry open the doors or break a window. She found some umbrellas, but they proved too flimsy to break the window. Cheap material or just weak with age, they all bent or snapped trying to smash the glass.
“They certainly built things to last in the old days.” She muttered. “Except umbrellas.”
Being within view of the street and some light beyond just her horn was at least calming, so she stared at the lamp, casting its glow on the surrounding fog, before turning back to the lobby to try to find something else. She had managed to shake off the worst of her fright, and resolved herself to deal with whoever was playing this nasty prank.

>>29620967
After a few more minutes of searching the lobby for anything useful, she gave up and decided she needed to go hunt for an exit elsewhere. If the vent wasn’t going to work for some nasty-ass magic reason, and the front door was locked up too tight, then she’d have to find something somewhere else. Maybe an exit to the sewer in the basement, or an upstairs window. She flashed her horn light at the maintenance stairs to the narrow, ominous-looking basement door, and then to the warm, wide-open stairs leading up to the balconies and possibly some other windows. Her eyes flicked back to the doors leading to the auditorium.
“Not really a hard decision, honestly.” She said quietly, and started up the stairs to the balcony.
Once up there, her search began for any kind of exit she could use. Windows, vents, or the like. Sadly, her search around the top of the stairs revealed no windows on the upper floor. She tried to remember if she had seen any from the outside, but beyond the ground floor, she hadn’t really paid much attention. She wasn’t expecting to use the front to enter when she’d planned this escapade. The bathrooms were no good, either. They had vents, but these vents were much too small for her to fit inside, being half as big as the one she’d entered from. She hunted about, going up and down the aisles next to the balconies, peeking inside all the rooms she could find, her horn light whipping about, and illuminating each corner of every room she passed. But despite her efforts, and the meticulous way in which she went about it, she couldn’t find a single possible exit. Her inability to find an exit, and the oppressive darkness knowing that somepony was still out there waiting for her to slip up or something, was really starting to get to her.
“Fuck!” She yelled, punching the wall of the room she was in. She looked at her hoof, then at the wall, but sadly there was not even so much as a dent in it.

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>>29620973
She shook her head and rolled her eyes. She was no earth pony, otherwise maybe she’d be able to smash through the wall. She left the room in a huff, and was walking back down the row of balconies, sweeping her horn light in front of her, when she saw a set of curtains that blocked off each balcony ruffle gently. Angry at her predicament, and the pony that was doing all this, she raced toward it, pushing the curtains roughly to the side, and lit up the balcony, hoping to find the pony responsible.
There was nothing. Just the backs of two fancy chairs. Narrowing her eyes, she slowly crept around them, then jumped in front, blazing her horn at the seats. “AHA!” She yelled. But once again, there was nothing at all.
With an exasperated sigh, Color Splash turned away from the chairs and swept her horn light down into the auditorium. Empty rows of seats met her frustrated gaze, and the unfinished mural she’d been painting. She started to debate just finishing it, because whoever was keeping her in here wasn’t interested in her anymore. She moved her light to where the cello had been lying on the stage, and stopped, alarmed.
The cello was now standing upright, with the music stand off to one side, the crumpled sheet music closed and seemingly forgotten. She watched, fascinated and horrified, as a bow was lifted through thin air up to the cello, and a spotlight, one more floor up, suddenly turned on, illuminating the cello, and making what appeared to be a pony, an earth pony, appear, holding both the cello and bow. Color Splash felt her blood turn to ice as the pony turned and looked up at her in the balcony, and began to play.

>>29620978
All for now. More later tonight.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/tX9Vdt5a
>>29619733
>>29619726
>>29619724
I'm interested in this so far. Keep going man. I want to know what you've got planned.

>>29620919
I think most of us would.

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>>29618519
https://dagobah.net/flash/AUTISM983.swf

You know, a while ago there was this Silent Hill CYOA, with Anon and Applejack being the protagonists.

Every time Anon died and had to reload a save, he started a new timeline. I was getting invested in it and then it just vanished one day.

>>29621500
Aw man, that sounds amazing. Despite being unfinished, do you have a link to it or an archive of it?

>>29621780
No. That was the other weird thing. They guy running it never acted like he was running a CYOA and never bothered to set up an archive. I don't think he even bothered to provide links to the previous threads when he made a new one.

I've tried finding it before, about two years ago when it stopped appearing, but I couldn't find it then and I definitely won't be able to find it now.

Damn shame, too.

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>>29610229
Damn, I love her creepy pone art.

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>>29620981
I was bored.
http://horror.ambient-mixer.com/the-phantom-of-octavia

Love your stories so far Anon.

Real life spooky story about ghosts: I used to work backstage at a theater that was built in the 1920s.

One day I arrived for work early and was going to be alone in the theater for an hour or so. After turning the main lights on and turning the "ghostlight" (a single light bulb kept on during the night, usually placed on the stage) off, I decided to take a nap in the green room, which was beneath the stage.

A few minutes after I'd settled down on a couch, I heard footsteps coming from the stage. Then the room went from warm and comfortable to unnaturally cold in a second. This freaked me out, so I got up and went to the lobby. I know for a fact that I was the only person in the theater at that time.

After that, I always had the feeling that somebody was watching me whenever I'm alone in the building, or when I was up on the second balcony where all the spotlights are kept.

tldr, old theaters really are spooky places haunted by ghosts.

inb4 "Nice blogpost, faggot."

>>29621977
You do awesome things when bored.

Love to hear stuff when you are determined.

>>29621841
Aw, that's a real shame.

>>29621977
Oh this is nice. You've done good work, anon.

>>29622125
I used to act. Even did opera and the like. Good times, but anytime I was alone in the theater it just oozed creepy atmosphere.


I'll have more of the story later tonight, but it's class time now.

>>29621500
I am familiar with this Anon. He's done a couple that I'm aware of, one with Ponka first and then Twiggles. Not sure if AJ came before Twig or after.

Anyway, the guy had a way of saying "Oops brb" and then dying for a year. I haven't seen him personally for maybe 2 years now.

I could try to find it, but honestly I'd be shooting in the dark, you may have seen the most recent one he did and thus have a better shot finding it than me. I'm at work anyway so can't really invest myself too much

>>29622238
The last time I saw the thread was close to two years ago, now. I don't really have the time to sift through two years' worth of posts.

>>29610124
>>29610196
Shitty writer? iknowthatfeel.jpg I wrote something based on the general Thing/Thingpone idea. My very first attempt at writing fiction ever. I think the chapters at the beginning are slightly cringeworthy but I like to think I am improving. Coincidentally, my story is going in the direction of two Thing entities that are kind of linked telepathically, one nice and the other not so nice.

Here it is if you want to see: https://www.fimfiction.net/story/258844/blossomthing

Feel free to rip off ideas from my story if you feel like it hahaha!!! Just be sure to give my fimfiction account a message to a link to your story in even if you think it is shit. I want to read what you come up with.

>>29622628
>Coincidentally, my story is going in the direction of two Thing entities that are kind of linked telepathically, one nice and the other not so nice.

Strange minds think alike, I guess.

>>29622125
Nice blogpost, faggot. ^:)

>>29620981
But of course...after all the filler crap is done.

>>29623984

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Wow that's a good thread.

>>29620981
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFHV85kmRhI
The deep and haunting sounds of the cello floated up to the balcony, filling the auditorium. Color Splash, her horn light having gone out from shock, watched in terrible fascination as the pony played her haunting cello suite. Her hoof moved deftly back and forth, pulling the bow along the strings of her instrument. Her left hoof wrapped around the neck of the instrument, shaking up and down occasionally to create the tremulous notes.
As she watched enraptured by the sheer audacity of this pony who had begun performing in front of her while she had obviously been trying to get away from her, Color Splash realized this was the face of the pony who had spooked her in the vents. She wasn’t a unicorn, and her instruments had been floating, and she had somehow appeared on stage. That either meant she had some serious stage magic going on, or she had a unicorn accomplice who was doing most of the heavy lifting. Color Splash looked up at the spotlight looming over the rest of the auditorium. Somepony had turned it on, and she meant to find out who. The earth pony was of no consequence, but that unicorn needed to pay the damn piper.
With one last look at the performing cellist, Color Splash slipped out the balcony curtains, and began hunting about for the entrance to the final upstairs section. It was hidden away to preserve the aesthetic of the balcony section, but Color Splash found it fairly quickly. Years of sneaking into places she wasn’t allowed had given her a good sense of where ponies kept these things. Sure enough, the door was unlocked. She carefully swung it open, wincing at the creak, and crept up the stairs, tip-hoofing her way with her horn light off, though she was sure the pony was aware she was coming.

>>29624933
Once she had made it up to the area the spotlight was, she thankfully didn’t need her horn light, as the illumination provided by the massive beam pointed down at the stage gave her more than enough in the tiny room. Enough for her to see shapes and even a few colors here and there. She snuck from box to box, peering into every hiding spot she could conceive of inside the cramped, box-filled room. Her ears turned this way and that, searching for any sound that might be out of place besides the constant cello music. Sadly, after covering every spot she could think somepony might have hidden in, she had to admit she was at a loss. The unicorn must have left.
“Where the hell are you?” She muttered, lashing out at one of the dark lumps nearby. The feeling of cardboard was her reward.
She finally gave up and lit her horn, lighting up the room. All she found, though, was boxes upon boxes of dust, paper, some that had crudely drawn pictures of light bulbs on them, and some that were labeled ‘electric’. Electric what, she didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care. She angrily trotted over to the spotlight, sticking her head out next to it. It was really warm, and she could see that stupid earth pony down on stage, trying to creep her out by playing cello constantly, while her stupid friend was rampaging about doing all the damn work. Just for some sick and frustrated satisfaction, she reached out a hoof, and flipped the giant switch on the spotlight, turning it off. The music stopped immediately. Color Splash smirked to herself, pleased that the earth pony had been interrupted.
“Just tell me where your friend is, or let me out, and we can stop all this nonsense!” She yelled down at the stage. “This doesn’t need to go on any longer than necessary!”
There was silence, then the cello started up again.

>>29624939
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKL3exXXjyU
The smile faded from her lips as Color Splash heard staccato cello notes pick up in the inky blackness. Her fading smile continued into a horrified gasp when a glow began down on stage. It increased in intensity as the music began to pick up, and Color Splash felt her hackles rise again as she could see the tiny figure down below her. The pony’s mane and tail began to float upward as she glowed a pale blue in the darkness. Tiny motes of light floated off her, and even from this distance, Color Splash could see that the pony was transparent. Sudden realization hit her like a train. A cellist alone in the theater, by the name of Octavia Melody. No tracks in the dust, despite there being an apparent earth pony trotting about. Unless the suspected unicorn she thought was here was extremely powerful, this was an actual ghost! The pony on the stage; Octavia, with her mane and tail flying in a nonexistent wind, began to glow brighter and brighter. She looked up at Color Splash in the spotlight room, her eyes fixed on Color Splash’s own.
Color Splash shook her head, icy cold fear finally beginning to seep into her bones. She cried out in terror and bolted from the room, slamming the door open and galloping out into the lobby. She sobbed as she cantered down the stairs and crashed into the front door once again, her saddlebags spilling cans onto the floor as she tore it on the handle. Her hooves pounded vainly, the lock rattling, but not giving way.
“Let me out! Why won’t you let me out!?” She screamed, hooves battering the thick wood, leaving small scuffs and scrapes in the veneer.
The cello music grew louder and louder in her ears. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the fugue poured out of the auditorium through the cracks of the doors. She looked behind her, eyes frantically searching for an escape, and settling on the small cordon blocking the cramped passage leading down into the maintenance halls.

>>29624944
Every part of her railed against the option, but her fear-addled brain had run out of options, and overrode any common sense in its desperate desire for any egress from her current situation. She kicked aside the cordon, carefully but hastily hopped down the stairs, and kicked open the door, the flimsy deadbolt added in recent years shattering under the force of her hooves. She had to try several times, but she managed to focus enough to turn on her horn light, illuminate the tunnel, and without thinking twice, bolted down one of the halls, hoping against hope that it would lead her out of this madhouse and into town. Or the sewers. Or anything! Just not here!
The darkness ahead of her was pierced by her light, but no matter how hard she ran, the sound of the cello would not leave her ears. She plastered them down against her head, more in fear than anything else, but it still wasn’t getting any quieter. It seemed to be following her, but she dared not turn around. She ran, pipes and cobwebs and darkness. . . and music. That incessant, damned, cello music. She sobbed as she galloped, unable to escape it, even for a moment. Even this far undergound.
She saw a light ahead of her, and her heart surged with hope for a moment, but it was dashed almost immediately. It was the glow of Octavia Melody, standing up on stage, her mane and tail floating wildly, with motes of ghostly blue flowing off her. Color Splash whimpered and tried to back up, but her flank impacted something soft, and she found herself falling into one of the chairs in the auditorium. She looked around, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she looked up at the glorious and terrible phantom playing the beautiful music.
“Why are you doing this?” Color Splash asked vainly, trying to sink into her chair, her hooves covering her head. “What do you want?”
“An audience.”

~fine.

>>29624971
Malinconico fine.

Yes, the latin is incorrect. I'm just trying to use musical terms to make it sound spooky. Don't judge me. Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/tX9Vdt5a

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Twilight Sparkle looked at her ragged face in the mirror. The bathroom stank, an almost nauseating smell emitting from seemingly everywhere. Yet, in the midst of the single light shining in the room almost like a spotlight, she still clenched the small container harder in her magic.

"I can't stop taking these pills... I just can't stop taking them..."

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>>29610457
>>29610468
Incredibly underrated game. Agree with >>29610626 , you need to set the difficulty to Hard or else it's way too easy to evade the Alien or get out of trouble if you're seen by hostile humans/androids. Biggest issue with it is the flamethrower: once you get that, it's a "get out of jail free" card if you fuck up and get spotted by the Alien, even on Hard. Not enough fuel around to rely on it constantly, but if you're not completely retarded with your stealth, then you'll always have it to fall back on for the occasional fuck-up to make the Alien piss off for a bit. Kind of kills the tension.

>>29610482
>>29610626
I started on this drawing a little while ago, but I don't think I can match Mr Jack's. That looks beautiful.

>>29625048
That's a nice pic, mate. I haven't played Alien Isolation, but if you're all lauding it this much, I think I might need to do so. I really enjoyed Alien vs. Predator, and most of the movies, so when it's on sale next I'll pick it up I suppose.

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>>29625003
I'm headin' to bed, but I'll write a new somethin' tomorrow in between homework assignments. If anyone has any ideas or horror ideas they want to hear, put 'em in, and I'll pick one and get to work.

>>29625378
One writepone to another, keep up the writing. It's... Mmm. It's good.

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>>29625048
>Why not ask me about Celestopol's friendship protocols?

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wow this is still going..Gonna make a video for youtube but gonna Waite to see how the story ends.

>>29625605
Wat you do for YT?

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>>29625778
>i make mlp videos

Bump for more story's.

>>29608072

There needs to be more B5 stuff

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Bump.

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Well, it's morning and we're still here. I'll choose something of my own if no one else has a preference, but either way you'll get a short something today.

>>29625605
I think what >>29625778
is asking is what kind of videos?

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>>29626622
How about some Lovecraftian stuff?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qL3osHj-Myc

>>29626694
Ooo, high roller. Awright. I'll see what I can do. Homework comes first, so it won't be until later, but it will come.

>>29626608
"I like the trees." She said to me. I looked up from my sammich and raised my brow up curiously towards the grey mare, who stood at the edge of the forest clearing. The light gleamed off of her wet copper hair, and I smiled - seeing the mismatched eyes that stared in different directions.

"Hello Dityz." I said, having found a spot at the edg eof the Everfree which I could take to rest myself. She smiled to me, and I could see her large teeth in that expression.

Her eyes were unfocused, on closer look. I frowned, as I sat up from my blanket and waved a hoof gently infront of her. She turned one eye down to focus on me, as the other remained over my head. She gazed at me, with that dark eye staring deeply into my own, deeper than the simple mare had stared at me ever before.

"The trees are speaking. Can you hear?"

I listened, as the wind blew through the branches as a light, almost refreshing breeze across my withers. I nodded, and closed my eyes as I swayed with the wind.

"They are speaking. The rains are refreshing, but they are hungry." SHe said, and I opened an eye to look at her. SHe smiled still, as warm an expression as had existed. "They want to know if you would like to help feed them."

I gave a shrug, and looked down into her eyes again - which had not moved from where she stared. I opened my mouth to speak again, but a shadow crossed over her, and distracted me. I looked up, and urned my head to gaze at the tall, looming oak, which seemed to tower over me. I saw the branches creak, and rattle.

"I like trees." She said, and her eye slowly lowered, until both eyes began to levle and match just over my head. I dared to look into those yees, and I saw myself in the reflection of those glossy orbs. I saw another shadow pass over them.

I did not see the branch as it struck. But I did feel it.

"I like trees." She smiled, her hair color coming to me. It was stained with blood.

>>29610229
"Oh I wish you wouldn't cry." She said to me, her voice a tender sound as she smiled, all but hiddy and gay for me. She approached me closer, her hoof reaching for my face, but I shied back, jerking fom the threatened contact. She did not lose her smile, indeed, she seemed to brighten and swell up even more. "You should be very happy, you let me have more parties and make everyone happy!"

And oh how she laughed at that, a sonnoros giggle of ten thousand mouths that came out a cacophony of noise. Her eyes, blue in blue, looked deep into my own, as she came up on the skitterng legs that were nog legs. Her smile extended far too long, and she swept back her flesh like hair, which fell with a wet splat behind her head. Her face held no nose and her eyes glossy, like marbles set to pink clay. She reached for me, and I tried to swat the hoof away, but I did not have the strength, even if I could have resisted the chain.

"It's okay. You'll not be forgotten. You get to party forever!' She said, as she crawled over my legs. I could not scream, even as the tendrils that were her lower body began to enshroud them, and pull them deeper into her guts. I struggled powerfully, as her face came near, and the second mouth sowed teeth which began to chew at my pelvis, my sides, my belly.

I could not scream for all the world as she leaned in, and touched her lips to my brow. She once more giggled, as I started to slide into her, swallowed by teeth, blood, and the squirming guts that were her second mouth.

"It's okie-dokie-lokie. You'll like it inside. We all do. You can be our friend forever."

I could not scream when she bit into my ribs. Her mouth s tretched wider as she gazed downa t me, and chewed. I could not die like this, but the knife was too far away. I closed my eyes.

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>>29625378
Do something with the devil, I know I'm going to try it

spoop thread shall not die on my watch

>>29627013
Rarity would make a good Satan desu

Guys if I lost something from my old fanfiction account will you promise to give it a chance? I think it's alright except for that last chapter, I never did figure out how to end well.

Regardless here it is
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8396968/1/A-Tale-for-Twilight

>>29607617
eldritch horrors + small equines = yes

>>29610124
>>29610196

In hindsight, having about 12 characters accompany Twiggles into the frozen unknown has made writing the start of this thing a living hell. Dump all 12 into one section, that's too much info in one place and rushes the introductions so that the reader won't really remember anyone. Spend time introducing them separately or in groups, I run the risk of taking too long to get to the scary stuff and turning off the reader.

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>>29619733
>all the scout teams we have sent never returned
Inb4 pic related.

>>29628436
Hahaha! Yeah, that'd be a nightmare. It would have to be a full novel-length thing to envelop all of them. You'll probably have to focus on a couple characters alone instead of fleshing out any of the rest. They'll just be red-shirts. Or you'll have to modify it so that there are only a few characters, that way you won't have to deal with the rest of them.

>>29628719
Well, that's the thing. For a ripoff of The Thing to work, you have to have a large cast in order for there to be paranoia about who is and who isn't a Thing.

Cut the cast down to a small number, and you don't have a very long story.

I may just have to go and write a full novel-length thing, if I want it to be halfway decent.

Or I could just try to do In the Mouth of Madness and fuck that up spectacularly. Either one.

Bedtime safety bump.

>>29628742
Ahhh, you got a point. Well, it's up to you. Best of luck, whichever you choose. I hope you'll write something, though.

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Quick sketch I did for a future drawing. But felt like I needed to bump with some kind of content

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A meteorite crash-lands on the outskirts of Ponyville...

>>29629540
And everyone dies from the impact

>>29629951
Clearly you've never seen The Andromeda Strain.

>>29629478
Can't wait to see the final result. Looks good so far.
Love the butcher theme.

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>>29626856
That was pretty great

>>29630177
Sorry that I'ma little rusty blood gets so sticky, been a few years but I'm getting better! just have to push through your insides And I'm sore I will succeed in breaking free.

>>29624971
Thank you for the ghost donk. Something to read before I roll over to sleep the last couple nights

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>>29626694
Alright. We're going to write some Lovecraftian pony horror. Here we go.

I received a letter. By itself, that was innocent enough. It was the contents that alarmed me. Wholly disjointed and hastily scrawled with a quill that was not in proper working order, the letter was written by an old classmate of mine during my university days. We’d never seen eye to eye on many subjects, in fact, I’d almost go so far as to claim that he would deliberately antagonize me precisely to see how I would respond. Nevertheless, the rivalry we shared gave us both an incentive to be our very best, and we both graduated with honors near the top of our class. After that, he disappeared into Griffon territory, having majored in equinology, he went to learn more about griffons, to compare and contrast cultures. Having majored in archaeology myself, I stayed in Equestria, having been offered a job at a new dig site that opened up near Appleloosa in the Macintosh Hills. We stayed in touch by letter, but we both grew out of the habit, until letters came rarely once a year, and then we stopped altogether. The last time either one of us had sent a letter before I received this one had been almost ten years past, which made this all the more curious. When I opened it, it read:

To my friend and colleague, Dr. Dusty Relic, I write this in haste, but you must come immediately to the town of Susurrus in the Hayseed Swamps overlooking Horseshoe bay. When you arrive, please, ask for Pearl Dive, as that is the name I am currently using. Make no mention of our work together, but please make haste. I know not when this letter will reach you, but please, with all speed, come to meet me. Send no response by mail, but come in person. Your friend, Updraft.

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>>29630743
This came as something of a surprise to me. I suppose it shouldn’t have, given that we had been out of touch for so long, but I couldn’t think of a single reason Updraft would have been anywhere near the Hayseed Swamp. His focus had always been griffons, through and through. The lost treasure of Griffonstone was one of the major subjects of a research paper he had published many years ago. He had spent many a night talking about griffon culture, and how their empire could have rivaled ponies many years ago, but something had happened to them, and he linked it to their lost treasure. It was well received, but nopony had taken it particularly seriously, as it implied there was something supernatural at work in the treasure itself, and that griffons were dependent on it. While it was true that griffons had lost much of the power their kingdom once commanded, there was no great loss of culture, just material wealth. All this effort and time in griffons, and then he suddenly ends up in the Hayseed swamps! It seemed preposterous, but after ten years, who was I to judge?
It wasn’t like I was going to turn him down, either. He either wanted to share a discovery with me, possibly to gloat, or he was in trouble and needed my help. Given the tone of the letter I had received, I imagined it was more the latter, so with due haste, I decided to prepare myself for the journey. Thankfully it wouldn’t be too far to travel. After my tenure down near Appleloosa, I had left the dusty trails and hills of that country to come back up to Baltimare to teach at my Alma Mater; Miskaponic University. I had a comfortable wage, my own office, and a home within the city limits. Everything a pony could want, though I had never wed. Married to my work, I suppose.

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>>29630748
It was a simple matter to put things in order for a small vacation, and I assumed two weeks would be more than enough. If necessary, I could request more, but I would need to see what Updraft had gotten himself into before I determined how much time would be necessary for whatever was going on. I packed a trunk with various effects, including some archaeology tools, just in case. If Updraft had contacted me instead of somepony else, it might be that he needed my expertise in my field, so it couldn’t hurt to be safe. I slipped on my coat and hat, waxed my moustache (despite my haste, there was always time for personal grooming), floated my trunk behind me, and was on a train to the Hayseed swamps that afternoon.
The trip would only be roughly two hours or so, so I could expect to arrive in time for supper, hopefully with my good friend Updraft. I pulled out his letter and read over it another time, trying to glean further information from the meager note he had scrawled out to me. Sadly there wasn’t much to go on. His writing was atrocious. Given that he didn’t have the precision a unicorn like myself could exhibit, I could give him some leeway, but this was a step down from what I remembered. He hadn’t provided a return address on the letter, either, simply scratched out mine on the front, pasted a stamp on it haphazardly, and likely tossed it in the nearest mailbox. That indicated a significant measure of haste. What could have caused that haste was anypony’s guess. I imagined I would find out soon enough, as I looked out the window and could see the clean grasslands giving way to the murky bog of the swamp. The town appeared to be on the far eastern tip, nestled between the mountains and Horse Shoe Bay itself, and bordering the ocean. I’d never heard of the town before, so this promised to be quite the adventure.

>>29630750
That's the start of it. More tomorrow, homework permitting.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/HFgs0GJM

Another journey begins.

>>29630750
Das a good picture.

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>>29630743
>>29630748
>>29630750
>>29630771
Pretty good so far.

>>29627372
I'll give it a try tonight.

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>>29630771
As the train pulled in, I beheld out the window a rather bustling villa. My excitement was short-lived, when I stepped off the train and discovered that contrary to what my directions had told me, the train did not go all the way to Susurrus, and I would be required to commission a coach, or walk. Not fancying a trudge through the soggy marsh, I went about searching for somepony willing to provide me a ride over there, but was getting every-increasingly dismayed at being constantly rebuffed. Several of them denied knowing the place, and refused further conversation on the subject, and those who did know it wouldn’t take me there. As evening fast approached, I finally gave in and began the slog to my destination. It shouldn’t take more than an hour or so to walk, and I was no stranger to hardship, having worked in the blazing sun and remote vistas for a good portion of my life.
Unfortunately, life has ways of making fools of us all, and it quickly became apparent that my time on the dusty trails of the Macintosh Hills had not prepared me for this. Contrary to the sun-worn rock I was familiar with, where the ground was hot and unforgiving, baked until there was nothing but sand and stone, these swampy trails were much slower to traverse, given that the road, such as it could be called, was soft, clutching at my hooves as I went. I rolled up my coat sleeves in a vain attempt to preserve them from the mud, but by the time I’d been walking for half an hour, the constant splashing had rendered them filthy and wet. I never dropped my trunk, thankfully, but given that my magic was intent on keeping it aloft, I was unable to devote as much effort to clearing my path, and my clean tan fur quickly took on a darker shade of brown, splashed with stains of green.

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>>29632559
It was well past supper when I finally breached the foliage into a dingy town, nestled between the mountains on the south, and the ocean to the north. At first glance, after having wrestled with nature for a good hour, a welcome sight. Making my way into town, my spirits once again began to fall. The townsfolk, those that I saw, were reluctant to meet me. I approached several shops when those few ponies on the street trotted away from me, to ask about my friend ‘Pearl Dive’. As I entered the first one, the vague feeling of unease that I had been courting grew larger. The shop seemed to have the bare minimum of supplies needed to qualify as such, with barely any food on the shelves, and barely serviceable, rusty tools hanging off hooks. One of the lengths of rope I saw I swear had moss growing on it!
The shopkeeper stood up as I entered, seeming to glance about the shop looking for something before turning to me. “Hngh?” He grunted, which I assume was a ‘hello’ of sorts.
“Yes, my good fellow, I am here looking for a pony called Pearl Dive. Can you direct me to his place of residence or work?” I said, trying my best to be amiable. I must have been quite a sight, with mud and leaves stuck to me all over, but I was as polite as I could possibly be. I needed to put on a good front for the town, in order to determine if Updraft was in trouble or not.
“At the docks, mountain-side.” He responded, his eyes not wavering from mine.
“Thank you, my good pony. Also, where might I find a place to stay? I may be here several weeks.” I said, trying my best to hold his gaze. If it was some sort of intimidation tactic, I wasn’t about to give in.
“Inn at the docks. Heavy Angler.” He said. He didn’t seem inclined to volunteer anything further, so I went on my way. Hopefully Updraft could let me stay with him.

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>>29632565
My walk through the town was about what I expected following my first impression. The place was less than bucolic, smelling heavily of brine and fish. Judging from the shop, and my experience at the neighboring town, nopony came here to trade anymore, so I was curious what they all subsisted on. There were only fishing boats at the dock, and as I made my way onto the jetty it didn’t look like they had been out recently. What exactly were all these ponies doing here, if there was no trade, and there were no fisherponies doing their work? To be fair, I wasn’t exactly an expert on ocean travel or work, so I could have been wrong about the fishing boats, but the dock wasn’t exactly alive with activity. There were two grizzled old ponies in front of the Heavy Angler. They were seated on barrels, wrapped up in their rain jackets just watching me as I crossed the docks, looking for the house at the end. At least I’d have a place to stay for one night if I couldn’t find Updraft. Then be gone in the morning.
I trotted slowly down the wooden planks, hooves clopping on the boards as I passed rickety hut after rickety hut. All were old, creaky, and looked prime to collapse, except for the final one. This one had a light on inside, the roof was patched in multiple places, and some of the walls had newer wood in them. I breathed a sigh of relief. This must be Updraft’s place. Nestled right next to the mountain cliff, the jagged peaks diving into the ocean in the distance, with the rest of the town block it off from the swamp. As I neared it, walking up to the door, I thought I saw movement inside behind the curtains in the window, and I could hear somepony muttering. I hoped I wasn’t interrupting anything, but I wasn’t going to wait out here in the dark any longer. I was hungry, tired, and filthy. I rapped on the door with a hoof.

>>29632568
We've arrived at the seaside town.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/HFgs0GJM

Because we're on a Lovecraft kick at the moment, here's Stephen King playing a hillbilly in a loose adaptation of Lovecraft's "The Colour Out of Space."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN0ucCc8TfA

>>29632860
Oh my god, that is goddamn amazing. Took me a bit to find where that came from. Creepshow, 1982. A series of horror shorts apparently written by King himself. He's only in the one, though. I don't know that I've ever seen it, so I'll have to pull it up when I've got some free time. Thanks for that, Anon.

Also, while trying to find the source of that, I found a 2010 adaptation of The Colour Out of Space that's supposed to be "the best H. P. Lovecraft film adaptation ever made.", shot in black and white, with only the colour in colour. Might be cool.

>>29632980
Creepshow was directed by George Romero, too.

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>>29632576
I was bored again so I quickly did another one.
http://horror.ambient-mixer.com/the-hayseed-s-craft

That's very good this far Anon. Judging by your story, I guess you already read 'The Shadow over Innsmouth'?

>>29633930
http://horror.ambient-mixer.com/the-hayseed-s-craft
>404 file not found.

Not at the horror, but enjoy random bar bullshittery.

>>29619733
"A pleasure Agent Copper, may I ask how you came to know of this 'highway' of ours?"
>"That's classified I'm afraid, what I wouldn't mind is for you to gather your team. I will give you a brifing on what to expect in a couple hours in the War Tent, now if you will excuse us me and General need to discuss some private matters."
>Giving a salute Roadwind takes his leave.
"Prick."
>Going back to the barracks, he finds only two members of his squad.
>An Earth Pony is snoring loudly on one of the cots while a pegasus sits with his back to him, silently cleaning his spear.
>Without looking the spearman speaks.
>"Hello Captain. What is our next mission?"
"Light Specter, I see you're cognizance hasn't diminished."
>...
Light Specter. Pegasus. Male. PoB: unknown. Family: unknown
Master at hoof to hoof combat. Can move undetected.
Formerly a Celestial Monk before they were dissolved by Her Highness Herself.
Heightened Perception gives the illusion of having psychic powers.
Austere. So uninterested in luxuries or beautification, has a manner that is overbearing and boorish.
>...
>"A blessing-"
>A loud grunt and a snort from the stallion in the bed interrupts him.
>*Nostril exhale*"-and a curse in some ways."
>He begins to try and jab the sleeping stallion with the pole end of his spear.
>"Onyx. Onyx! Wake up!"
>Onyx simply brushes the pole away and turns over.
>...
Onyx Armor. Earth Pony. Male. PoB: Crystal Empire. Family: Wife and Colt
Halberd expert. Crystal Guardsman
Former Drillmaster to the Crystal Imperial Guard.
Social Drinker. Not at all opposed to toasting to a victory, a good cause, or good company.
>...
>"Lazy drunk."
>Roadwind gives out a chuckle at the situation.

>>29633997
"Let him rest another half-hour. If he's not up by then you have my permission to dump a bucket of water on him."
>Specter gives a sly smile and a nod and returns to shining his spear.
>"The others are probably at the tavern. Onyx and I will arrive on time in the Conference Tent so you won't have to worry about us."
"Oh and another thing, where are-"
>Roadwind stares dumbfounded at the pegasus who now has his back to him again.
>He gives another small chuckle to himself and heads out towards the bar.

>As Roadwind enters through the swivel doors, he is immediately washed into the crowd of revelry.
>Cheers and toasting come all around from the soldiers resting after the hard won battle.
>All trying to live it up before being shipped out East again for another huge battle.
>Trying to see through the crowd, he spots Velvet Ace playing darts with a couple other somewhat sober soldiers.
"Velvet!"
>The outburst, although muffled by the sounds of the bar, shocked Velvet enough into throwing the dart hard into the wall next to the dart board.
>As she turns towards the source of the distraction, she suppresses her anger at the sight of her superior.
>...
Velvet Ace. Unicorn. Female. PoB: Filly Delphia Outskirts. Family: Elderly Parents and Adolescent Brother
Skilled Archer. Defended home from a Bug Bear attack with nothing but her wits and bow.
Nocturnal. Known for using the cover of darkness to get a vantage on foes.
>...
>"C-captain! I didn't know you'd be back so quickly."
"GLaD to see you are enjoying yourself Corporal."

>>29634003
>"Just having a nice friendly game with the regulars."
>She gives an awkward smile as if trying to hide something.
>A burly Earth Pony walks up behind her.
>"Hey! Where's my money unicorn? You lost fair and square!"
>...
Gambling Problem.
>...
>"I..erm..."
>Roadwind steps between the two.
"Gambling is prohibited Private."
>The Earth Pony begins to back away.
"Is what I would say if we were on base in Equestria."
>Roadwind reaches a hoof into his pocket and gives the Private a small bag of bits.
"Enjoy your victory soldier. That's an order."
>With a relieving sigh and a nod, the soldier takes the bag and returns to the others who are now setting up another game.
>"Sorry about that Captain."
"Sorry shmaury, you're on double duty when we get back."
>"Get back?"
"New orders, there will be a briefing in a couple hours in the Conference Tent. Do you know where Metal and Spark are?"
>Velvet puts a hoof to her chin in contemplation.
>"Um...Last I saw them they were-"
>"AND HERE'S TO THE BRAVE GELDINGS WHO KNOCKED OUT THOSE CANONS AND MORTAR PITS!"
>Roadwind turns to see the last two of his squad standing on a stage along with a very soused regular combatant.

>>29634009
>A roar of cheers and applause comes from everypony in the room followed by them turning their mugs topsy-turvy.
>Roadwind gives out an annoyed grunt.
"Go and get ready, I'll get them."
>As Velvet leaves the tavern, Roadwind begins making his way to the front of the stage.
>Marble Metal is standing on his hind legs while holding his forehoof around the soused soldier.
>"AND LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE GREATEST ARMY IN THE WORLD! THE GRIFFONS CAN'T MATCH US! THE DOGS SCURRY AWAY IN FEAR AT OUR SIGHT! AND SOON THESE DESERT DWELLING HAS-BEEN'S SHALL BE BESTED BY US!"
>...
Marble Metal. Earth Pony. PoB: Baltimare. Family: All Deceased.
Sword and Shield Expert. Notorious Brawler.
Former Captain of the Royal Guard.
Gregarious. More at home when surrounded with friends than alone.
>...
>Another great roar comes from everypony.
>While inching his way closer to the front, somepony almost spills their cider atop Roadwind.
>To his relief they catch themselves at the last second and quickly gulp it down.
>As the cheers begin to die, Nimble Spark steps forward.
>"Lets not forget of our brethren who are fighting now. Up in Fallujack. East to Damascolt. And all who fell in battle these past couple weeks."
>...
Nimble Spark. Unicorn. PoB: Canterlot. Family: Father, Mother, and two Adolescent siblings (Colt and Filly)
Explosives Expert. Tutored personally by one of the Grand Scientists working in Canterlot's University.
Well Spoken. Can rouse a group of downtrodden folk with words of strength and determination that are not too flowery or noble.
Academy Trained. Been given proper training in the traits of logistics and tactics.
Knowledge of Herbs & Medicine. Knows basics on what to do when he or comrade gets injured.
>...
>A hush comes over the audience.
>"If I am to die, I will die content knowing that I have fought beside the finest soldiers this world has to offer. I would rather be in no other place, and have no other friends than you good soldiers of Equestria."

>>29634018
>Roadwind spies a couple stallions wiping tears from their eyes.
>"But less talk of death! I doubt our brothers in the afterlife enjoy seeing us in such a downhearted mood. Rejoice my fellow Equestrians! Rejoice! TO VICTORY AND THE MANY VICTORIES TO COME!"
>At his words the entire room explodes with the stomping of hooves and cheers.
>It feels as if the whole buildings foundation is shaking.
>Nimble gives Marble a slick look which he just brushes off.
>While the soldiers are distracted, Roadwind jumps atop the stage.
>"I see you both are enjoying the spotlight."
>"CAPTAIN! Ahahaha!"
>Marble's voice booms through the room alerting everypony his direction.
>As they take one look at Roadwind they give a hoof-stomping applause.
>Through the stomping Nimble speaks out.
>"Well we're happy to share it Sir."
"There's no time for that now. Come on, we need to get ready."
>Marble turns his head quizzically.
>"Whuda ya meean, 'get reedy' EYam reedy! Reedy to git mere CIDER!"
>At the mention of cider another, thankfully softer, cheer comes again.
"Oh Sweet Celestia go get some water!"
>As Marble stumbles away, Roadwind turns to Light.
"At least you aren't too gone."
>He also has a puzzled look on his face.
>"Sir, although I am in the right mindset and ready, we earned this break! We were promised a two week rest for our actions on these beaches."
"Yeah, well I hate to break it to you, I just got orders from High Command, we are headed back out starting tomorrow."
>Light Specter looks very distraught, but doesn't say anything.
"There's a briefing in the Conference Tent in another hour or so, cast a sobriety spell on him and be there. That's an order."
>"Yes Sir."
>Light gives a quick salute and goes to try and pry Marble away from a barrel of cider, where many of the soldiers surrounding him are edging him on to try and chug it.
>Giving a sigh, Roadwind makes his way for the exit.

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>>29633945
It works for me.

>>29634022
Well, guess I'm just fucked, then.

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>>29633945
>>29634022
>>29634047
My bad. I forgot to make it public. It should be fixed now.

>>29634072
Yep, it's working now.

>>29633930
>http://horror.ambient-mixer.com/the-hayseed-s-craft
Nice! I appreciate the ambience. And yes, I'm borrowing heavily from it for atmosphere and setting.

>>29633997
Hey man, don't worry about it. You gotta have the cheerful or calm buildup to the horror, or it won't have the same punch when it finally happens. I need to get to know the characters before they all start dying horribly.

>>29634020
"Once we get back I'm going to find whoever assigned us this and shove the report down their throat."
>...
Rock Roadwind. Pegasus. PoB:. .Family:. .
. .
. .
>Agent Copper's eye twitches when he sees the black bars covering the page.
>"General Strider there seems to be a problem."
>Special Agent Copper slides aside the personal documents of the taskforce and picks Roadwinds up.
>"What seems to be the problem?"
>Copper sets Roadwinds records down on the table in front of Strider.
>"Why is Roadwind censored out, I am very particular with my words when I make requests."
>"Those papers contain sensitive information that is unavailable to anypony and everypony other than me or him. We made an oath together many years ago when-"
>"Tsk Tsk Tsk that won't do. The Ministry cares little about your archaic acts of chivalry. Besides it's not like you take oath's seriously."
>He picks up an old antique figurine of a soldier holding a spear off of Strider's desk.
>Strider shifts uneasily in his chair.
>"I can let this little instance slide, the paperwork is merely for formalities really. Just need to know next of kin and whatnot."
>Strider squints his eyes looking suspiciously at the pony.
>"Oh don't worry, I would *never* lay a hoof on any of them..."
>Copper then smashes the figurine on the ground where it crumples into several distinct tiny pieces.
>"...as long as they listen."
>With a final stomp on the last stable piece, Copper turns to leave.
>"Oh by the way, you should write your daughter sometime. Little Shirley Temple misses her father. It's *amazing* you even have a filly considering your wife is barren."
>Strider sits back with his jaw agape.
>"H-how do you-"
>"Now if you'll excuse me I have a briefing to give."
>As the Agent takes his leave, Strider can only sit idly by feeling guilt wash over him.

>>29634455
Shit.
The spoiler part was supposed to look like pages in a file that's been blacked out by a marker.

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>>29632576
There was no answer at first, but the muttering inside stopped. I heard the sound of something heavy being shifted, followed by a thump and cursing. Finally, hoofsteps approached the door, and there was the sound of locks being undone, and finally, the door creaked open slightly, a chain still hooking the door to the frame. A tired, disheveled, dark blue and black-maned Pegasus peered up at me from the crack, his brown eyes wide and seemingly afraid. It was Updraft, sure enough. He certainly seemed a sorry sight compared to the last time I saw him.
“What d’you want?” He asked flatly, without even a welcome.
I attempted to remain surreptitious, suspecting there was a good reason he had changed his name here. “Yes, my name is Dr. Dusty Relic, I’m here looking for one Pearl Dive. I’m here strictly for research purposes, you understand. I wish to. . . study the ocean near here, and I was told you could help me, is that correct?” I came up with the first excuse that came to mind, and hoped it was good enough. I didn’t want to give away that I knew him too soon.
Updraft nodded vigorously, agreeing with me or just nodding for the sake of nodding, I wasn’t sure. “Of course, of course, I can help. Come in.” He said, closing the door, unhooking the chain, and opening it wide for me.
I smiled and stepped inside, floating my trunk above my head, trying to avoid the lights. His little cabin was cramped, and filled with papers, books, and artifacts of some sort. Or knick-knacks, I couldn’t be sure. None were labeled, and they were stacked on papers, or used as bookends, which wasn’t really something a pony should do with such things. I frowned as I surveyed the room, but Updraft motioned me past the kitchen-cum-study, into the room past it, which must have been the bedroom, with a shower and bathroom behind a curtain in one corner with towels and rags piled high. It certainly was rustic, that was for sure.

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>>29635346
“You can put your trunk anywhere you like, just try not to disturb anything.” Updraft said, waving a hoof at the room. “You can also shower if you need to. The water’s cold, though. No heat. You’ll get the bed if you want it. I don’t need it.”
“Well thank you, uh, ‘Pearl’.” I said, not sure if I should keep referring to him by his pseudonym. He didn’t say anything, so I just kept going with it. “So, you being the expert on the area, what brought you out here in the first place, if I may ask?” I tried to be as surreptitious as possible, feeling like a character out of one of those ‘bit dreadful’ stories. I started peeling off my sodden coat, eager to wash myself of the grime of the road.
Updraft glanced around the room, looking at the window before answering. “I came out here because I’d heard there were clams in the area that grew the biggest pearls you’d ever seen! I’ve been hoping to find any, but it looks like they were merely tall tales. I’ve been trying to scrounge up enough money to start a cultured pearl farm, but things aren’t looking good. I can show you the spot I’ve been eyeing for it tomorrow, if you’re up for it?” He said, and gave me an exaggerated wink.
I rolled my eyes, but played along. At least I knew he was still somewhat sane, though I had no idea why he felt the need to be so circumspect. I’d have to ask him tomorrow, once we were far enough away from town. It was quite apparent he didn’t like the townsfolk, and after my brief interactions with them, such as they had been, I couldn’t say I did either. He’d been living with them for who knows how long, and it really must have worn on him something fierce. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

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>>29635353
I showered quickly. The mechanism looked cobbled together from parts ripped from different bathrooms, as neither handle matched the other. Only one worked, of course, and the showerhead itself was a bucket with holes in it. As promised, the water was cold. More than cold, though, it was absolutely frigid, and by the time I felt satisfied I’d removed the worst of the mud from myself, I was shivering. I toweled off quickly and sat close to the fireplace, smoothing out my moustache in a small mirror I kept in my trunk.
“So is there someplace we could get a bite to eat nearby, ah, Pearl? Or could I cook something? It’s been a rather long day, and I missed tea as well as supper.” I asked.
Updraft grunted and set a kettle above the fire. As he did so I noticed his wings were awfully filthy. He’d always taken good care of them, so this struck me as odd, and rather concerning. It was indicative of something big if it was causing him to ignore his wings. He returned to the kitchen while the kettle heated up, and I heard him chopping something. He came back bearing a small plate of raw vegetables, and salted fish. Not my usual fare, and certainly not filling, but it would suffice for now. I’d had the foresight to bring some trail rations with me, so I wouldn’t starve, even if Updraft couldn’t provide enough. I accepted the meager supper with all grace, and ate, and Updraft sat with me in silence, staring into the fire until the kettle began to whistle. He got up, pulled it off the fire, and poured us both a cup of tea, which I sipped at, yet again in silence, staring into the flames. I had no idea what to say that wouldn’t be incriminating, though I was desperate to ask him about what his work was here. He seemed to fear the townsfolk, so I determined that I would wait until tomorrow like he wanted. Until then, it was at least pleasant to see my friend again.

>>29635360
We've met our friend.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/HFgs0GJM

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>>29635363
Nice.

>>29632980

Creepshow is fantastic if you're into that type of horror, it's pretty much all done in the same style as the hillbilly one.

Creepshow always reminded me of the Twilight Zone, weird and unusual short stories, some of which stick with you for a long time. Years, even. Must have been in the 90's when I last watched Creepshow and I still immediately knew what this particular story was about (and could probably outline the plot for at least two or three other standout ones from memory alone)

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>>29635363
Once it was time to retire, Updraft once again insisted I take the bed, so after mild arguing about it I did so. Sleep was troubled and uncomfortable, but when morning came I felt much better. Oddly, I don’t think Updraft actually slept, as he was in roughly the same place I left him when I retired. His eyes had already been hollow and haunted, so I couldn’t use that as any indicator of the amount of rest he’d gotten. However, he had breakfast prepared which once again consisted of vegetable and salted fish, so I ate that and didn’t bring it up. I hoped every meal in this place wasn’t going to consist of the same thing. A stallion needs variety in his diet. Updraft seemed eager to be on our way, and I would say the same for myself, so immediately following breakfast, I slipped on a fresh jacket, waxed my moustache, and followed him out of the shack.
Morning in Susurrus seemed about the same as evening. I could see two ponies sitting in front of the inn. I had no idea if they were the same ones, but of all the things I had come to expect from this town, that wouldn’t have been particularly surprising. Something about them had Updraft on edge, so them avoiding sleep wouldn’t be unexpected. It didn’t feel like we had been watched last night, though, and I hadn’t heard any noise. Maybe creaking planks to indicate somepony was stalking the outside of the house or something of that ilk? It was curious, and I had so many questions.
Updraft lead me along the docks, first showing me his personal skiff. “It’s certainly not much, but it’s what I use to get out to locations I expect to dive. Maybe if business picks up I can get a better one, but this is serviceable for now.” He was enthusiastic about it, but I couldn’t tell if he was putting on a show or not, so I chose not to respond, just nodding instead.

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>>29638089
Updraft pulled a box of some sort out of the skiff, put it on his back, and lead me down the cliff side out along the mountain’s edge. It was a fairly easy walk, if a little harrowing. We were only several feet above the water, and the incoming waves, while small, were still crashing just below our hooves. I hadn’t taken the time to check if we were at low or high tide, but given that I couldn’t see an upper level for where the seawater might rise to anywhere on the cliff, I surmised it must be high tide currently. We reached a cave of sorts, more a hole the water had punched into the shrinking mountain, and Updraft stopped to look back along the path. He looked back at the path we had taken, glancing out across the water, and then turned to me, and the look on his face was one of sheer relief. He hugged me, suddenly, and I could smell days or weeks worth of brine and sweat on him. I hugged him back, though, until he pulled away.
“Dusty, thank Celestia you came! It has been an absolutely harrowing past few months, and I had no idea who else to turn to!” He said, patting me on the shoulder. “We have a lot to discuss, and you deserve so many explanations, but I figure showing it to you will answer most of your questions.”
“Show me what, exactly?” I asked, looking at the box he’d brought as he lowered it to the rock.
“Well that’s one of the questions that will be answered, won’t it?” He said.
Upon seeing the contents of the box, I grimaced. I suspected we’d probably have to get in the water, and I was right. There were two sets of simple diving gear in the box, complete with tanks of air. I had never enjoyed being underwater, and being underwater this close to where waves were crashing against the rocks was definitely not going to make that any easier.

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>>29638094
“Well, I’ll go along with it, because you asked me to and I do really want to know what’s been going on here, but I want it put on the record that I will not be enjoying this.” I said, as I stripped off my jacket and folded it into the box.
“You’ll like it, trust me. This is right up your alley.” Updraft said, strapping on his goggles.
“Well, if it’s underwater you know full well this couldn’t possibly be ‘up my alley’. I’ve never enjoyed swimming.” I said, floating the various parts of my diving gear on. “I’ll need you to check these, I can see how they fit, but I’m not sure how they work. I don’t want to receive a mouthful of water once I’m in there.”
Updraft obliged my request, checking everything, and once my mouthpiece was in, he slapped the tank, checked his own, and dove into what I had assumed was a tide pool at one side of the small cave we were in. I shuddered, but closed the box and followed him, gingerly sliding my hind hooves into the water, before plunging in, the water closing over my face. It was dark, and I could feel the familiar panic of being underwater attempting to overwhelm me, but Updraft had brought a light with him, and shined it on me, helping to quell the rising fear. He grabbed me by the hoof and pulled me along, his wings helping him swim faster than me. I kicked lamely, trying to help, but if Updraft was doing most of the work. I found it briefly amusing that a Pegasus seemed to be so at home in the water. I did not have time to be amused for very long, because Updraft tapped me and pointed at the cave floor and my previous thoughts were all washed away in amazement at what I saw.

>>29638100
We've found something.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/HFgs0GJM

I have a Hotline Miami crossover. You could say it's kind of like horror

>>29639287
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcMz3aAZDv4
>"They'll catch you Pinkie"
"They will never catch me"
>"Your hubris will be your downfall"
"It's what I am hoping for"

>>29639296
>Date: 23.$%.=//=
>Be Pinkie Pie
>Or at least you think
>These days you aren't very sure
>After you started using sugarrocks, everything just mixes all up in a colourful mess
>You tried sugarrocks for the first time at a party in Manehatten
>The feeling was great
>You don't remember much from the experience
>Only that you woke up in a room filled with bodies, blood on your hooves
>The next thing you notice, a letter comes from under the door
>"Great job, Miz Pie. You are hired for our odd job company. We will message you when we have something new to give you"
>From that point on, you've been craving sugarrock and with it - murder
>That thing unlocked something inside of you
>The weird part is
>You don't know if you want to lock it back up
>The effects of sugarrock includes
>Euphoria
>Energy
>Hallucinations
>The feeling of invincibility
>The side effects include
>Memory gaps
>Personality disorders
>Ultra-violent behavior
>Periods of catatonia
>Currently you are waiting for your next job
>Bag of sugarrocks by your side
>You are really just waiting for an excuse to use it
>Or maybe it is the excuse for the results after it

>>29639303
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksctj-OTpEY
>A letter hits your window
>"Good evening, Miz Pie. My name is Slick Streak. I have forgotten a package in my work place. It is on 75th Sherclop. It's on the second floor. The employees there shouldn't give you any trouble. Leave the package at 63rd Sugarway, by the containers. - The Ponyville Odd Job Company "
>That's your cue
>You put on your saddlebags, open the bag of sugarrocks and inhale
>The night is yours

>>29639311
>As you walk down the street, the narcotic begins to take it's effect
>The buildings around you start to glow and slowly melt away in a sea of colours
>You are no longer walking, but rather the world is moving for you
>You are where you need to be
>Although you are a drugged up homicidal maniac, you aren't stupid
>You've straightened your hair, so there is less of a chance someone will recognize you
>You put on a black sweater, you kept in your bags
>You take out a baseball bat
>You put on an alligator cardboard mask
>You are ready to hunt

>>29639322
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L00wacOr7ck
>You burst in
>The door hits a pony walking by
>The first thing you do is bash it's skull in
>The floor is drenched in a vibrant shade of red
>The body begins to morph, revealing it to be a changeling
>You look around
>No one heard you
>You continue down the hallway
>With every step it seemed to stretch further
>The walls start looking less like a solid and more like a liquid
>And just in a flash you are there
>You peep around the corner
>Three ponies
>Their fur constantly changing colours
>You hit the floor with your bat in attempt to get their attention
>The hit makes riffles on the carpet that seemed to go on the walls
>The ponies hear you and run towards you
>You are hiding on the corner
>You see the first pony and hit him
>The next thing you know, the three of them are dead and you are going up the stairs
>On the second floor there is a pony standing guard
>Back turned
>You crack his skull and go on
>Every step you take seems to get louder and louder
>The building starts shaking
>Two unicorns come from around the corner and fire at you
>Magical blast coloured in a venomous green shade
>As it travels, it morphs into a head, while getting bigger
>You charge at it
>Roll under it and hit one unicorn in the leg, breaking it
>The other in the head
>You turn to the still living pony
>You throw your bat away
>You sit on top of him and start chocking him with your hooves
>While gasping for air, his eye colour constantly changes, from purple, to yellow, to red, to blue, settling on black in the end
>You take your bat and move onward
>You open a door
>Right beside you is a pony, who is startled
>You hit him in the jaw with the bottom of the bat, after which you hit him in the face
>He deforms and pops like a balloon
>Blood splatters your mask
>You turn and see a shocked pegasuss, holding a package
>He tries to run towards the window
>You throw your bat and hit his neck

>>29639329
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7yy8iZunoU
>A loud crack echoes through the halls
>And just like that, your high fades
>The psychedelic mist rolls back
>Everything returns to normal
>You pick up the package
>You make your way through the building filled with dead changelings
>You leave the package where you were told
>You return home and take a shower

>>29639332
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcMz3aAZDv4
>"You won't last long"
"Just watch me"
>"Someone will get you in the end. You'll make a mistake"
"Wouldn't I deserve it?"
>"Why do you do this?"
"I'm protecting innocent ponies"
>"Why do you really do this?"
"I like hurting other ponies"

>Hotline Ponyville

Duh Ent

>press R
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvL3DWq43iQ

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>>29639287
>You could say it's kind of like horror
I'm not sure it counts as horror but I don't care. Bring it on.

Also best track from both game.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaE20aXxCz4

>>29639385
*games

>>29639385
it has been brought

>>29639337
That was pretty good. More action than horror, but her behaviour is horrific, so I suppose you could say it counts. The fact that she's just a loose cannon waiting for an excuse to fire is probably scary to a lot of people. I liked it.

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>>29639337
That was pretty good. Thanks Anon.
I really should play this game one day.

>>29639385
Nah dude, Roller Mobster.

>>29641460
Great now I'm horny

The only pony horror that ever actually sort of scared me was the one where it was a norm in equestrian society to put drapes on their household mirrors because some lovecraftian eldritch shit goes down if a mirror is able to "see" at night.

Anon didn't believe them.

I wish I had the pastebin. The concept was freaky

>>29641558
Oh heavens, that sounds amazing. Do you remember any more details about it? I'd like to try to find it if possible.

>>29641575
Not much. I just remember it started great where Twilight was over at Anon's and then freaked out when she went into his bathroom. She warned him and he refused to listen, so she ran off right after saying something like "if you hear noises at night, get out"

Then it kind of veered off into some weirdness and Anon died. Definitely didn't finish as strong as it started

>>29641596
Ah well. That's a fantastic concept though, you're right. I'm gonna remember that one. Mebbe even steal it.

>>29641647
Feel free. This was a while ago and no one ever knows who wrote it (I've asked before). I'd love to see someone's take on it

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>>29638108
It was immense, or, it could be. The only part that wasn’t directly embedded into the rock of the mountain was the head, and part of a shoulder. Updraft slowly moved the light across it, illuminating the figure. It wasn’t a pony, or at least, it didn’t appear to be one. The face was quite alien, but evoked the tell-tale shape of a pony underneath the Piscean visage. Though worn from quite possibly centuries of exposure to the sea, as I got closer I thought I could discern details for scales on the figure, and tentacles draped down the front of what might have been the muzzle. There wasn’t any more of the statue exposed, but the material it was made of was different than the surrounding rock, so I could easily say it had been here before the mountain itself. Which was… impossible, to say the least. I could not believe it. Whatever Updraft had found here, whatever it was, and whoever had made it, should have been impossible.
My amazement was interrupted by a tap on my side, and Updraft pointed up with a hoof. I nodded and followed him back up the hole, and the reason for the exit quickly became clear. The water at the lip of the pool had receded slightly, leaving us a good bit of hefting to get back out. Once clear, I pulled off my gear and gasped.
“What in Tartarus was that? It was, it was…” I struggled for a moment. “I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t pony! It must have been there for millennia at least to be embedded in the rock like that! But that means it would have to predate ponies too long to have been carved by them. No race has even been around long enough to have carved that when it first existed!” I rambled on and on, dripping onto the rock as I paced back and forth, trying to collect my thoughts.

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>>29642114
“I don’t think it’s from Equestria.” Updraft finally said.
I blinked in confusion. “What?”
“I said I don’t think it’s from Equestria.” Updraft said again.
“But… you’re suggesting...” I began.
“Exactly what you think I’m suggesting. I’ll explain when we get home. Quietly, of course. Let’s get out of here. It’s cold and we’re both wet.” Updraft said.
I wasn’t going to argue, but the way his attitude changed was disturbing. He seemed reluctant to talk about it, while at the same time eager to do so. His suggestion was also completely ludicrous! It’s true the statue appeared to be old. Far older than anything I’d expect a carved figure to be, and there was still the question of who built it. It had the basic shape of a pony underneath all that, so you wouldn’t expect the Diamond Dogs to have carved it, nor the griffons or minotaurs. Building a carved statue in the ocean wasn’t something the deer would do either, and the head was too stocky to be a deer anyway. Then there was the matter of it sharing undersea features like scales and tentacles. I hadn’t had a good look at the neck, but I’d wager there were gills somewhere in that mess of seaweed and barnacles. I really wanted to have a longer look. If I could get a team out here with cameras and… wait, why didn’t Updraft have a team out here with cameras? This was the find of the century! Possibly the millennia! He would be famous! It must be the villagers. Something they were doing was preventing him from getting anything going. I felt a chill at the realization that the villagers might be the cause of Updraft not having any help other than myself out here. What exactly had they done, and what might they be capable of if push came to shove? I was no fighter, and the only thing I had that resembled a weapon were my digging tools. My mood fell as we made our way back to the cabin.

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>>29642118
Updraft carried the box inside his shanty, tossed it into the kitchen, and once I was inside, locked the door and drew the blinds. He started up a small fire and put on the kettle to heat some water. He grabbed the two still dirty cups from the counter and brought them out, along with some more salted fish. He put it all on the table, pulled up a seat, and sat down, motioning for me to do the same opposite him. I obliged.
“So” He said quietly, “Let’s start with how I found it. I’ll try to make this brief.”
“Take all the time you need.” I said.
“I was, as you know, researching griffon history.” He began, “I was interested in the lost treasure of Griffonstone, the Idol of Boreas, because it was reportedly what made them great. As with many others, I believed it was the symbol of greatness it provided that instilled a deep sense of greatness in the, so I wanted to know the history behind its creation.”
“Indeed, I’ve heard all that before.” I said.
He nodded. “Most ponies have. My research took me further into their history. I discovered, through much prodding, cajoling, bribing, and threatening, that the Idol of Boreas had been taken by the griffons from the minotaurs during a battle. The griffons, while defending from minotaur attack, had struck back at the minotaurs and stolen the Idol from them in a show of strength. The minotaurs, in turn, had taken it from the diamond dogs, who had dug it up from somewhere.” He said. He paused when the kettled started to whistle and he stood to pull it off the fire and pour water into each cup. “The griffons, meanwhile, lost the idol when Arimaspi came to take it from them, but he died in the attempt. In every instance, the idol was taken by force. Now, here’s where it gets interesting.”

>>29642121
Explanation time.

Updated my journal: http://pastebin.com/HFgs0GJM

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>>29608373
Reminds me of the art from the old Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark books

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Anyone remember Poor Unfortunate Foals, the /tg/ - /mlp/ collaborated horror rpg?

>>29643367
Dude! Yes! I played it just last year with some friends, even in its unfinished state. Despite lacking proper enemy stats, it was some good fun. Lotta deaths.

>>29639337
and here i thought Red is dead

>>29643426
Damn wish I had willing to pay it.

>>29636863
>It's pretty much all done in the same style as the hillbilly one.

Except for, you know, the cockroach segment.

That segment was actually kinda fucked up.

>>29642129
Update coming later tonight. I'm not satisfied with the way it's coming at the moment.

>>29643367
Yup, I always wondered what happened to that game. Threads never seemed to stay up and then on one such premature death it kinda just stayed disappeared. I liked it, I wanted to try it and get killed by Pinkamena because that's my fetish

>>29645381
It's a fun game even as it is. I modified it a bit for the group I played with because it's completely unfinished. It has a lot of loopholes in the rules that are left unclear, but it's not bad. One guy got killed by changelings, another went crazy and ripped his own friend apart. another got eaten by a tree. The Everfree is a scary place.

>>29646140
Twilight would worship Hermaeus Mora. Can't blame her. I would too.

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>>29645310
“I was already interested, but continue, please.” I said, sipping slowly at my tea.
“So as I continued my research, which was difficult, by the way. I pieced together stories and folk tales and all the rest, trying to figure out where the idol originally came from.” Updraft’s smile became wide, toothy, and a little unsettling. “It was found somewhere in Equestria, on the eastern coast in the mountains!”
“You think it came from here.” I said.
“Yes! There aren’t any other artifacts in the cave, but surely that statue can’t be the only thing in the ocean around here. There must be more! There must!” Updraft slammed his hoof the table, and I jumped.
I sipped my tea and didn’t answer. I didn’t really know what to say. The statue was amazing, and held implications that I could only imagine without another good look, but if there was more in the ocean nearby, well… possibilities flooded my mind and I honestly felt a little dizzy, but I just sat and sipped at my tea, trying to decide what I should do. If I went back to the university and asked them for funding to do research in such a remote area, would they approve? Would they believe me? I needed proof of some sort, and the statue was all I had. My camera wasn’t waterproof, as most of my work had taken place in deserts, so I was equipped for that sort of work.
“Have you taken photos? Do you have any proof I could take to the University?” I asked.
Updraft just shook his head. “None. My camera went missing early on. I suspect the locals, but I have no proof of that, either.”
That was disturbing, to say the least, but what else could I do? I could travel to the neighbouring town and pick one up, but I didn’t relish making the slog through the swamp. Updraft had had at least a year here to get a new one, why hadn’t he done so? Something didn’t add up.

>>29647081
“Why haven’t you picked up a new camera yet? You could easily fly to the next town and get one. What aren’t you telling me?” I asked.
Updraft looked uncomfortable, and he shifted his wings weirdly. He didn’t answer, but looked at his tea. I opened my mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a pounding at the door.
“Pearl! Got a job for you! Git out here, and bring your guest!” A gravelly voice yelled.
Updraft cringed, but stood up. “Come on, Dusty. I hoped we’d have more time, but they… don’t like to be kept waiting. Just do whatever they ask, okay?”
“What do you…” I began.
“WHATEVER, they ask. Please!” He said, then moved toward the door.
I was confused and honestly rather frightened, but I followed Dusty, my magic at the ready just in case. I wasn’t going to be much use magically in a fight, but I could at least confuse or stun them momentarily if it came down to that. We stepped outside to find five of the villagers waiting in a semicircle for us. They remained standing on all sides, and herded the two of us down the docks. Four of the five were wearing large rain jackets, and the reason for that eluded me. As far as I could tell, the weather, while cloudy, didn’t look like rain. If Updraft was this concerned, maybe they were hiding weapons? It seemed unlikely to me, as none of these five were unicorns. Judging from size and build, three of the four wearing jackets were earth ponies, with the last being a Pegasus based on her slim build. Unless the Pegasus was hiding something under her wings, I couldn’t imagine a way for the rest to hide something under their jackets without there being some telltale bulge. I wasn’t going to lash out at them until they made the first move, but I was at least going to be ready. Updraft in his prime could have fought them off, or just flown, but if he was going along with it, there was a reason, so I just stood by his side, trying to give him some comfort, and taking some myself.

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>>29647087
We were taken to a large building just behind the docks. I surmised it was the town hall or mayor’s office or other structure of importance once upon a time. Now it merely looked like a larger version of the delapidated huts dotting the area. Covered in mold, dry seaweed, and seagull droppings. The windows, I noticed, were all boarded up, and upon entering, a briny, wet smell met my nose and I recoiled, but the pony behind me grunted and pushed me forward. His voice sounded phlegm-filled and I hoped whatever he had wasn’t catching. We were taken into a wide-open room where another pony in a raincoat stood at a desk, clearly waiting for us. This one was a unicorn, I noted, and my chances of using magic to escape disappeared. I’d never been able to take on another unicorn in a fight. My abilities were purely utilitarian. Digging, moving, and delicate manipulation. Never brunt force. The crowd of villagers stood around Updraft and myself in a circle, and the ones at the door shut and barred it. This was swiftly looking worse and worse, and I did not like it.
“Pearl Dive.” The pony at the desk said, his voice also phlegm-filled and wet. “You have brought a new member to the fold. Do you wish him to be put to the test, or shall he be used to appease our family from the sea?”
“The test, master.” Updraft said.
“Wait, what? What test?” I said in confusion, looking back and forth between Updraft and the large, oddly-bulbous pony.
“Do what they want, and you’ll be fine.” Updraft said.
“What test, what the hell is going on? What fold? I’m here for research!” I said, backing away from Updraft as well as their leader.
“There will be no research here. You join the fold, or you go to the ocean.” The fat pony burbled. “Seize him.”

>>29647092
Well, there you are. It's not feeling exactly right anymore. I'm going to finish this rather quickly in the next couple days, so it's probably gonna feel rushed. I can't quite get the Lovecraft feel right.

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>>29647102

>>29610059
In this context it is. Honestly, zombies/monsters that retain their old personalities are an inherently disturbing concept, especially in a land as innocent as Equestria. From what I've heard, though, the source material is less about making a connection with any of the characters and more about showcasing as many atrocities as possible without much of a theme behind it.

Anyway, while we're talking pony horror, let me recommend Carousel, the only horror story I'm aware of that's about Rarity.
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/320477/carousel

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>>29647102
Okay, I'm really not happy with where this story is going, so I'm gonna take a break and write something else. Gonna see if I can write something with that mirror bit >>29641558
mentioned. Also, if anyone is interested, we can make a foal to have unfortunate things happen to them if you'd like. I'm a forever DM, so I can run a horrific little one-foal misadventure. Not sure how dice-rolling would work in the thread, though. Does /mlp/ have dice rolls like /tg/?

>>29649320
What don't you like about it? I think the cult villages was a nice touch.

>>29649801
I'm trying to figure out how to handle the villagers and the cult without it coming off as campy. It's most likely my own personal problems with it that are causing me trouble, so I need to take a break to think about it before I write any further in a bad mood. I just need a step away. It feels incredibly bland, like: "We're crazy villagers, bluh!" I feel like they need a bit more to them. I'm pulling from Shadow Over Innsmouth, so I'm trying to fit a whole family history thing into a short story, but there's surely something I can do for them.

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>>29649990
Sure Anon. Take a break. I love your stories so far, it would be a shame if you had to rush it because of a sudden lack of inspiration.
>a horrific little one-foal misadventure
Just go for whatever inspires you right now.

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>Y-you still love me Anon, r-right?

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>You’d been here in Ponyville for about a week.
>The initial hubbub caused by your arrival still hadn’t quite died down, but after a visit from three princesses, a stint in a small cell, and interrogations and interviews, you’d been deemed “safe, but under surveillance.”
>That amount of princesses in one place was a little weird, but no weirder than the talking colourful horses.
>You’d been given a small shack to yourself, and had slowly been filling it with the necessities.
>Because of your status as a ‘visiting alien’, you had a weird sort of diplomatic immunity, and had been given an allowance you were permitted to spend. If you spent over it, you were shit outta luck.
>It wasn’t proving to be too much of a problem, though.
>You’d gotten a sofa, some chairs, table, food. The house had all the amenities you’d come to expect from these ponies, and you were out buying toiletries.
>Toothpaste, toothbrush, toilet paper, and you needed a mirror. For some reason the house didn’t have any mirrors at all. Even stranger, all the mirrors you’d seen had curtains on them. You kind of assumed ponies were sensitive about seeing themselves do their business. You knew some people who couldn’t handle it, but everywhere? It was a little off-putting.
>It wasn’t really going to be a problem, but the mirrors in the shop were in a separate room all by themselves labeled “Mirrors”, and literally every single one had drawn curtains.
>Also, the door to the room was locked, and you had to get the shopkeeper to open it for you. He stayed with you while you were browsing the entire time, then locked the door when you were done.
>It was really kind of fucked up.
>Was there some kind of taboo about mirrors here? Like showing the soles of your shoes in some countries? Was it rude?
>Whatever.
>You brought it all home, hung the mirror up in your bathroom over the sink, and made dinner.

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>>29650526
>You were expecting the princess of friendship, Twilight Sparkle, to come by for a brief visit sometime tonight. She was going to make sure to come by every single day to ensure you weren’t a danger to the ponies in town, and to make sure that you were making every effort to make friends while you were here.
>She insisted it was important for “everypony to have a friend”, and she likely hoped to be one of yours.
>She also could barely stand not being able to research you constantly.
>Quite a scientist, that one. It made you wonder why she was a magical fairy tale princess if she loved the scientific method that much.
>Sure enough, later that night, shortly after dark, the princess herself showed up, swooping in and rapping on your door.
>You let her in, and poured her a cup of tea.
>You’d quickly learned how much these ponies enjoyed their tea time. You could swear they were British. You enjoyed tea as much as the next guy, but these ponies took it further than you were used to.
>You chatted amiably for a while, you telling her stories about home and answering questions, and she asking you about what ponies you’d met today, and how things were going.
>You didn’t bring up the mirrors, but when it was nearly time for her to go, she excused herself to go to the “mares room”.
>As soon as she stepped inside your bathroom, she shrieked!
>”Ahhhh! Anon! What is this?!” She screeched.
>You jumped to your feet and scrambled into the bathroom, looking for some sort of animal scrabbling about in the tub, or a snake having come up out of the toilet or something. Instead, Twilight was pressed up against a corner, her hoof pointing at the mirror, which you had left uncovered.

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>>29650543
“What is what, Princess?” You asked, confusion plain on your face.
>She looked at you in fear, then confusion herself, then understanding.
>She gingerly scooted out of the bathroom, pushing you backward, herding you out of the bathroom.
She locked the door from the inside, then pushed a chair under the door handle, jiggling it to make sure it was solidly in place.
>Once she was satisfied it was securely stuck under there, she sighed in relief, and pulled you away from the bathroom door.
“Princess, what on earth-?” You began, but she cut you off.
>”Okay, Anon, I understand you’re from another world, so I will forgive you for almost getting me killed.” Twilight began.
>Your eyes bugged out of your head.
“The fuck? Killed? By what?” You splutter.
>The look on Twilight’s face shut you up. She was dead fucking serious. This was the face she’d had on when she had restrained you upon first arriving here, and when she found out you were an omnivore. This was the face of a mare who could kill you if you made a single wrong move.
>You shut up right quick.
>”Equestria is a land of rules, Anon. A lot of those rules are in place for very good reasons. One of those is that a house with a mirror in it must keep that mirror covered when not in use, and especially at night.” She explained.
>You nod, confused, but listening.
>”If a mirror is left uncovered and alone, some ‘thing’ will come out of it. During the day, it’s not dangerous, and it cannot leave the building it’s in.” Her eyes turn steely and she looks you directly in yours. “At NIGHT, it is VERY dangerous, and if it is seen by anypony, it will kill them, or take them.”
“Take them, where?” You ask.
>Twilight looks you in the eye, and her gaze goes to the bathroom door pointedly.

>>29650552
There. This is a nice break. Greentext instead of prose is a lot quicker to write.

>>29650351
I just need to stop trying to force that story out until I feel better about it.

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