Gutted

It was the end of another hard day in my life. I entered my room. I looked up at my Russian flag above my bedroom. Thinking about how much better the world would be if the USSR won the cold war. I yawned. Realising how tired I was a went into my bed. A blanket of ice then smothered me as I began to shiver. I then reached for my red dressing gown, surely enough I began to heat up to a good temperature. I closed my eyes and settled down to sleep. Little did I know that this was going to be one of the most horrific experiences ever witnessed in my dreams.
You see, I really like horror stories because most of the time I'm not scared. I've read many fan-made horror stories. Earlier on however I read a story about a pink Pony gutting a child and devouring it. It was a laughable story as for I knew it could never happen. Boy, how stupid I can be sometimes. This is the story of how my phobia began.
In my dream I was still in my room. Making it more realistic, i was lying in my bed (in the dream) awake terrified for some reason. The window was open. A morbidly cold breeze sent shivers down my spine. Most of the time when my room was dark. Outside was slightly brighter. In the dream, inside the house was dark with red lighting. Outside it was pitch black. I couldn't even see what was out there. In my head I kept hearing a horrifying whisper. It was a song. An evil song.
HUSH NOW, QUIET NOW REST YOUR SLEEPY HEAD
HUSH NOW, QUIET NOW IT'S TIME TO GO TO BED.
It kept on repeating itself in my head and it would not stop. I was so scared.
"What does this mean?" I said in the dream to myself. "Why won't it stop" I stared into the black tunnel. Wondering what is going on. I turned around and noticed something sticking out from under the pillow.
I reached around and grabbed it. Once it was pulled out I saw that it was a revolver.
"What the hell?
I turned back to the window and screamed. I saw a silhouette in front of me. I could tell it was not human. The figure had no arms. It's hair was unnaturally massive. It walked closer into the red light. An eyeless Pony came into my vision. Instead of eyes it had tentacles. I tried shooting it. But just before I could pull the trigger It wrapped its tentacles round my wrist and squeezed. The pain was excruciating. I screamed in pain and horror as its tentacles constricted round my legs so i could not escape. I couldn't break free and my gun dropped. "Help me mum!" I yelled at the top of my voice. But it was no use.
They are probably already dead.
Suddenly the door to my room burst open. The blinding light was a nightmare for my eyes. The singing in my head suddenly stopped. "Help me!" I screamed as the Pony's tentacles squeezed tighter. But then the door slammed shut. And into my vision came a pink Pony with a knife.
"Hello." It said in a feminine voice. "Remember me?"
The hoofed demon has a knife in its mouth. "What do you want from me!?" I screamed.
"Oh dear boy, perhaps we started on a bad note, allow me to fix that." She sat down beside me on my bed and placed a hoof on my stomach. "I've been hearing your moaning about how terrible your life is." Said the Pony in a soothing voice. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pinkie Pie, one of the finest chefs in all the land." She said, giggling. "And today when I woke up, I felt like having some cupcakes. Now of course, in my cupcakes I usually include the flesh of an animal. And considering you have such a miserable life as you keep saying. I thought you would be the best ingredient supplier. Now of course i knew your parents would say no because unlike you, they value your life. I decided the best thing to do was to make them into ingredients as well." She grinned "So of course I ripped them apart."
"You f******* b*****!" I shouted. I struggled to get free from the tentacles grip. But she just squeezed tighter, it did no good. "Silly human, you always said you wanted to die. I'm giving you what you wanted. Why did you resist death?" Pinkie asked me as she reached over to the bedroom table to grab a toolbox.
"I never wanted to die." I shouted, "I only say that when I'm depressed. I want to live, live my life like every human should!"
Pinkie's smile only got larger after this. "I guess you shout be careful what you wish for..."
Just then, her hoofs slowly morphed into hands. She constricted the knife with her newly formed fingers. "Before we begin though, I should give you this." She opened the box and out of it emerged a syringe. "This is a little something to take the pain away." She then injected it right into my arm. "Please, don't do this, I'll even like your show."
"Pathetic human" she then said. "You very existence is pointless don't you see? You always say your life is unbearable, it's clear that you do not want to live but enough of this. Let the harvest begin!"
With that said. Pinkie then stabbed me in the chest. I screamed so loud that my voice broke. I tried screaming more but I couldn't. She then proceeded to slice the blade down to the point bottom of the waist, just above the crotch. I would be relieved that she did not harm my most precious organs. But it did not matter. This is where it would all end. Right here, death by Ponies.
"So dear boy" she began "Before you die, is there anything you would like to share with me, your secrets perhaps? Maybe if you want I could kill anyone you choose. Of course, you'll be in separate cupcakes that is."
"No one should have to suffer for your gain!" I said. "Are you doing this because I am a communist!?"
She just laughed again. "I've killed people far more right-wing than you! Remember the little man known as John F Kennedy? I ate him back when I was only a foal. But that's enough reminiscing, it's time to begin!" As she said she then slit open at the top and bottom of incision made on the chest, forming a roman 1 on my torso.
"Looks like I got my "i" on you!" she said grinning at my pain.
"You will burn in hell for this." I choked out as I coughed up blood. I spat at her, I would not allow myself to die like this without a fight. To my horror, she licked the blood off of her face.
"Wow Dan, you taste great! I can't wait to devour the rest of your body!" she announced with glee. "But since you behaved badly I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you. Stay right here, I'll be right back." She left me with the tentacled monster constricting me.
Minutes later, she returned with a pot. "This should spice it up a bit." She said. Just then she poured curry spices all over me. I screamed in pain. "Please stop, please, please stop!!!" Pinkie rolled her eyes as I begged for mercy. She was too busy concentrating on my pain. It burned my wounds. Like a thousand stinging needles all at once, only this time from the inside. It stopped just as suddenly as it started. The pain however coursed through my torso. At this point I was beginning to black out. The last thing I felt was my ribcage being pulled apart.
"Dan? Dan? Daniel wake up!" I woke up and my breathing instantly intensified. I could see my own ribcage split open in front of me. I then began to cry, I haven't cried since i was 14. Quite a while ago actually. "Pinkie" I choked out.
"Yeah"
"F*** you!" then her usual grin turned into an angry menacing face. Her teeth rubbed together like a man trying to make a fire with stones. "No, **** you!" she screamed as a frenzy of anger overcame her. She started brutally tearing out every part of my body. She grabbed my large intestine, at this point I was in so much pain I could not even feel anything.
"You should've known better than to insult me Daniel." She said menacingly to me, "Bad words lead to bad things. Now suffer like the worthless pile of trash you are!" She pulled my large intestine out. I could hear it snap as it was pulled away from my body.
"Look at me, I'm your sister!" She said as she wrapped my gut round her neck. Spraying blood in all directions. "Isn't my new scarf soooo pretty?"
I then woke up, screaming. To my relief I was back in my room. Everything seemed to be back to normal. I looked at my chest. Not even a scratch was on me. The whole thing was nothing but a nightmare. But it was the worst and most brutal nightmare I ever experienced.
Ever since that nightmare, I can't even look at them, the ponies, its too much.
They're everywhere now, I can barely cope...
When will the madness stop?
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