Author: BadGrammarFag
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Date: SEP 18TH, 2014

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>You are Anonymous.
>And you are losing your fucking shit so bad right now!
>All flavours of it!
>You are crouching on the grass.
>There is a little orange filly in your arms.
>She is bleeding on your shirt and shake like mad, at the same time.
>Somepony....
>NO!
>'Somemonster' beat the living day light out of her!
>Like she was some kind of an old punching bag, which somebody wanted to replace with a new one, but gave it one last beating, so it can finally fall apart.
>That was supposed to be a peaceful land for fuck's sake!
>Everyone was supposed to be friendly and shit!
>Regardless, you guess assholes will be assholes, no matter the setting.
>Like every sentient creatures, ponies have had their own set of demons, to fight inside of them.
>You knew it all too well, from Nightmare memories.
>She's seen some shit in her own time.
>But now is not her time anymore!
>Still, things like that happen?!
>Fucked!
>Your emotional rollercoaster must wait, Scoots is trying to say something.
>You mean, mumble something out.
>"A..n.. on..a..n"
>You think she is trying to say your name.
>A bloody tear flows down her cheek.
>"..b.e..m..ma..d.."
>What!
>Ooooh shit!
>She is losing consciousness!
>No, no, NO!
>You didn't even begun to move towards the hospital!
>You need help, fast.
~"Do something! Don't you have any healing magic or some shit, which would help her?!"~
>Nightmare was not in the mood to argue.
>"QUIT YOUR WHINING, WEAK FOOL! I'm doing what I can at the moment!"
>You look at Scootaloo.
>Indeed, black and blue magical discharges cover her entire body.
>Because of your contact with her, Nightmare is able to channel her energy, to Scott's body.
>But orange filly is getting weaker every second.
>That healing magic, which Nightmare uses isn't worth a dime!
"I thought you were supose to be some kind of a goddess?! There isn't even a single cut closing on her body!"
>Yep, you shout it out loud, because you're too nervous to communicate with her properly in your mind right now!
>~"IMBECILE! FIRSTLY, being a goddess doesn't mean being OMNIPOTENT in this world! It's CLOSE, but not there yet! SECONDLY, I got only HALF of my power at my disposal at the moment! She's got an internal bleeding and I'm slowing it down as much as it's POSSIBLE!"~
>Scootaloo is looking very pale right now.
>She is looking at you with half lidded eyes.
>What the..!
>She is fucking smiling weakly! 
>Half conscious, she is trying to say something to you.
>You slowly affix finger to your lips.
"Shhh... Don't talk now, you need to conserve your strength!"
>She closed her eyes.
>You got to move!
>NOW!
>You raise yourself slowly, with her in your arms.
"Nightmare, can you create some kind of force field around Scoots, to protect her from  inconveniences of this crazy run, which I'm about to perform?!"
>~"AS I stated before, I'm using all of my power, to keep her internal damage in check! There will be PRICE TO PAY for what you're asking, I need to use your reserves of stamina, for this to work!"~
>Do it faggot!
"Why are you even asking, DO IT!"
>Around Scoots body magical aura, in Nightmare colors, appears.
>In a second, you could feel a lot weaker, as if you just ran on top of the high stairs.
>Regardles, you start to run as if you were chased by Xenomrphs spiting acid.
>The hospital is quite far away from here, but you must succeed!
>Something fell on your head.
>Something wet.
>It started to rain, weather team Twilight was telling you about, must had prepared a storm for today!
>You can hear a loud thunder above you.
>The clouds must have been charging themselves from the morning here!
>You clench your teeth.
>Your legs are killing you, but beyond using her all power and focus, you don't feel Nightmare straining herself too much!
>Actually, maybe this is your fatigue talking, but you don't give a single fuck right now!
"Can't you see were in a very tight spot here! You're taking my life force, the man that moves this whole circus forward, but is affraid of a little sacrifice from yourself! Damn you, Nighty!"
>You didn't give a proper shit about her anger, or possible revenge for this words.
>~"Damn me? DAMN ME?!"~
>Your back exploded with bright magical discharges!
>They formed very quickly into black energy wings, just like in the forest back there.
>You started to fly with the speed of a bullet!
>You could now feel perfectly how much Nightmare strain herself.
>Actually she was more than you.
>She was probably from the beginning, but you decided to be asshole about it.
>That she didn't say that, didn't mean she don't cared about that orange little filly.
>There will be a whole festival of you apologizing to her, for those words you said.
>But for now it wasn't important!
>You squint your eyes to see through rain.
>You could see the hospital building on the horizon.
>...
>'BANG'!
>Wet, angry and desperate, you kick the shit out of the reception doors!
"I need help here, NOW!"
>There was nurse Redheart at the reception desk, probably starting her night shift.
>"Mr. Anonymous what is wro...!"
>She saw what you had in your arms.
>She pressed some kind of a red button, installed on her side of the desk.
>Then she started to run into one of the hallways.
>"Come this way, quickly!"
>You followed her as quick as your tired legs allowed.
>You focused hard.
~"Nightmare, what is her state right now!?"~
>There was a team of doctors with a stretcher, running towards you.
>Nightmare was breathing hard, she realy was giving all she's got!
>~"Her life is still in JEOPARDY! I managed to heal most of internal injuries, but the
bleeding doesn't STOPPED FULLY! THESE CHARLATANS must be made ??aware of THIS! "~
>When you laid Scoots on a stretcher, Nightmare stopped her magical treatment.
>You turned to nurse Redheart, she was the only one capable of believing you right form the bat, about Scoots condition.
"She have an internal bleeding, take care of that before anything else or her life will
be in grave danger!"
>She looked at you in disbelief.
>"How can you know that?!"
>You clench your fists. 
>You were in no mood to argue.
"Please believe me! You have to!"
>If they won't believe you, and Scootaloo will die because of this, you will really reconsider Nightmare's proposition of throwing this world to its knees!
>White mare noded her head.
>She turned to doctors tending to now unconscious Scootaloo.
>"You heard him! Take her to the operation room! Quickly now!"
>They obeyed without any words spoken.
>When they disappeared behind the door to the surgical ward, Redheart turned to you.
>"What what you did for her is worthy of the highest praise, probably you saved her life."
>You were looking into space, without emotion.
"Yeah... we'll see about that whole 'saved her life' yet."
>She looked at you sadly.
>"Don't worry yourslef now, you had done, what you could. Now everythings is already in the hooves of doctors, we can only wait. Would you like to stay here and wait for any information about her?"
>Why ask?!
"Of course I'll stay. Thank you for your kind words."
>She noded her head.
>"Good. After I inform her family or caretaker, by our emergency magic mail service, I'll be back with some hot beverage and a blanket for you."
>You nod your head.
"Thanks, I appriciate that."
>She trotted away.
>You didn't have to wait long for info about Scootaloo.
>Only half an hour after you brought her in, nurse Redheart came to you with the good news.
>After stopping the internal bleeding, medical team made a quick work on the other injuries, and you could go to see her.
>You were with her in one of the hospital rooms.
>She was all bandaged and tired, but alive.
>You were siting beside her bed.
>You could feel a little joy oozing out of Nightmare.
>She really doesn't have a heart of stone, like she would like you to believe.
>You smile at that,and to Scootaloo.
"Hey Scoots how are you feeling?"
>She smiled weakly, turning her head in your direction.
>"I'm fine, don't worry Anon. Funny thing, now you was the one, who brought me here half dead, I guess our roles reversed themselves."
>You wanted to say something to that, but the door to your room opened.
>Bright beige mare with a green mane, bearing a strict expression, passed through them.
>"Here you are Scootaloo, I came here as quick as possible, after we were informed at the orphanage, about what happened."
>She must be her caretaker from the orphanage.
>Scootaloo seeing her, had gotten some weird muscle spasm.
>Nightmare was raging inside your head!
>~"SHE IS THE ONE WHO DID THAT TO HER! I CAN TASTE THIS LITTLE FILLY UNCONTROLLABLE FEAR, LIKE A GOOD WINE, WHEN SHE LOOKS AT HER! WE WILL BATHE IN HER BLOOD FOR THIS!"~
>The mare saw you sitting beside Scoots.
>"Oh... you must be Mr. Anon, nurse Redheart was telling me about. My name is Hard Feather, its nice to make your acquaintance."
>Her voice was emotionless.
>That settled this for you.
>You slowly got up from your chair.
>There was a little transparent, black magic smoke, coming out of your eyes.
>You smiled.
"Oh believe me the pleasure is ALL MINE!"
>...
>You go around the bed and walk up to the beige, earth pony mare.
>She extended one of her front hooves, for a hand/hoof shake.
>You grab her hoof.
>Delicately!
>You shake it a little.
>She looks pleased with your reaction.
>As much as emotionless pony can be, of course.
>You think there is even a little anger visible in her eyes, when you return back to your seat beside Scoots.
>As for the little bandaged filly, she didn't looked so good.
>Under all those bandages, medical patches and other stuff, she was shaking and sweating. 
>Nightmare was insulting you like crazy.
>~"SIMPLETON! IDIOT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY IS SHE STILL BREATHING?!"~
>You really hoped that she stops oozing her rage through your eyes, before anypony notices it.
"Nightmare, please calm down a little! I can't 'deal' with her here! I owe this to the medical staff, which saved Scootaloo, and also me, a while back there!"
>Like always she was not convinced easily.
>~"IT CAN BE DONE IN A HEARATBEAT! NOPONY WILL RECOGNIZE THE BODY!"~
>Yeah, and Scoots will have to attend therapy for the rest of her life, after that.
>Hard Feather came up to the other side of Scootaloo's bed.
>Little filly covered herself with a blanket tightly and clearly moved in your direction.
>You didn't have to be a psychiatrist to see she's afraid of her.
>You clench your fists under the bed, you can't lose your cool now.
>Beige mare looked at her briefly, then she fixed her gaze at you.
>"Mr. Anon you're not surprised that she's an orphan, why?
>Well, you guess that cat's out of the bag now.
>Even Scootaloo looked at you in curiosity.
"To be truthfull, I know this for some time now."
>Scoots looked at you with sad eyes.
>Poor filly must thought that now, you'll be staring at her as inferior.
>You know, because of this whole 'being an orphan' business and shit.
>You must fix this.
>You gently put your palm on Scoots head.
>Unseen offensive magic that was on it dissipated, before touching her mane.
>You knew Nightmare won't hurt her.
"And to be truthful again, in my opinion she's the toughest and coolest little filly out there."
>Scootaloo relaxed a little.
>You smiled to her, you didn't give a single fuck, about what her 'caretaker' was thinking of you right now.
>Of course she didn't care at all about you, or her.
>"That's really touching Mr. Anon."
>She had put her hoof on Scoots blanket.
>"I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave us for a while, I want to talk with her in private."
>NO WAY IN HELL BITCH!
>Little filly started to squeeze her blanket very tightly.
>She was trying to put a tough girl facade, but failed at it miserably.
>Even her shaking was more visible now.
"I'm afraid I can't do that Miss Feather, because I know what you want to talk to her about."
>You had to take your hand away from Scoots head.
>Nightmare's rage was almost uncontrollable now.
>She sounded like, she had lost ability to speak coherently.
>She was all like 'murder! death! kill!' at the moment.
>You didn't want to hurt Scoots, by some wild magic burst or something.
>Hard Feather was raising her brow looking at you.
>You could see a little vein pumping like crazy above it.
>"And what do you think, if I can ask, that will be?"
>You look at her with certainty in your sight.
"I'm sure you want to know what happened to Scootaloo, and I'm here to hear about it also. You see she was in a very, very bad state when I brought her here. I'm close friends with princess Twilight, and I bet she would also like to know, who or what is capable of doing such damage to one of her little subjects."
>You never wanted to put your 'friends with princess' badge on display here, but you had no choice. 
>Sorry Twilight.
>You noticed, that when you mentioned her, Hard Feather had an eye tic, she tried to cover as a blink the moment after.
>Maybe now she will think twice before trying to get rid of you.
>"Of.. of course, that would be the case here."
>She looked at now motionless filly.
>"Scootaloo, pray tell us, what happened?"
>You had to interject.
"Or who happened?"
>You could feel the venom in Feather's voice.
>"Yes, or 'WHO' happened?"
>Scootaloo was switching her gaze between you two.
>She was confused and scared to high heavens.
>"I.. I h.. I mean.. I happened! It.. it was me! Y..Yeah! I was trying t-to get my cutie mark a-and I o.. overreacted strongly trying to do that!"
>Nightmare had some choice words regarding that.
>~"SHE'S LYING THROUGH HER TEETH! WHY IS SHE TRYING TO COVER FOR HER TORTURER LIKE THAT?!"~
>Yeah, you also didn't like that flash of victory in this cunt's eyes.
>But at the same time you could saw, just how much Scoots was scared of this whole conversation.
>She was like a little herbivore standing in front of a big predator.
~"She's scared of what might happen if she ever tells the truth. I'm sure that inside her head she thinks about Hard Feather's revenge for such behavior. She knows about her reputation of free spirited filly, getting into various trouble. She compares it, with that bitch reputation of level headed caretaker form the orphanage. There is also lack of any evidence in this case, beyond those few bruises, that looks like hoof marks. Although, it can be explained by little troubled orphan, getting into fights with others frequently. Ultimately, it doesn't even have to be Hard Feather's hoof marks."      
>You hope that Nightmare will understand your arguments and will not think badly of the orange filly.
>~"I can RELATE to installing that kind of FEAR in others! It is a very POWERFUL AGENT in the hooves of INITIATED!But she is just a CHARLATAN, she destroyed this filly, it is UNACCEPTABLE! I SHALL SHOW HER WHAT THE REAL FEAR IS, THEN I WILL GRIND HER DIGUSTING, MUMBLING FORM, INTO FINE POWDER, BENEATH MY HOOVES!"~
>If Miss Feather could only hear that, especially told by this otherworldly, dark voice of Nightmare.
>You're sure she would shat herself right on the spot.
>Instead, she had a stone-cold expression.
>Although you thought, that she tried to make a soft grimace looking at Scootaloo.
>"I'm not surprised really, it seemed to me that in the end you would get yourself into some serious trouble. All because of this whole crusading idea."
>She looked at you.
>Man, if the hidden fury in your eyes could kill, nurse Redheart would have to clean this room's every crevice, from her blood.
>"You see Mr. Anon, she is a part of so called 'Cutie Mark Crusaders'. Those fillies are trying to earn thier cutie marks, by trying more and more strange things."
>Feather's attempts to hide her participation in this whole affair, were really pathetic.
>Does she really think that such an explanation is enough?
>'Little filly launched herself from the catapult, to get a tattoo on her ass and something went wrong, case closed' hurr durr!
>No, you won't give her the satisfaction of an easy victory.
>You scratched your chin.
"When I was carrying her here, I noticed that she have had a lot of glass shards, in her coat. Do you really think she would be able to jump through the closed window to get it?"
>You watched her jaw had clenched for a second there, before she replied.
>"You'd be taken-aback by their creativeness in that subject."
>She had put her hoof on her shoulder.
>Scoots visibly flinched.
>"This whole manticore mess you saved her from, was probably one of more extreme ideas."
>She looked at her, squinting her eyes.
>"Am I 'right' Scootaloo?"
>Damn, Scoots was sweating bullets now.
>"U..um..m-manticore t-tamer c..c-cuie m.. mark?"
>Her eyes was now begging you, to end this conversation.
>You heartless bastard,  you didn't think about how she would felt, during this 'hundred questions from the ass' game.
>Hard Feather was beaming with her little victory.
>"See Mr. Anon, there is no need to chase after some imaginary 'culprit' here."
>You let her have her little moment of glory, for now.
"Yeah, I see..."
>She started to go to the door.
>"I'm glad then, that everything is clear about it. I'm afraid I must excuse myself for the time being."
>She opened the door and looked at you two .
>"I got some paperwork to do, because of this accident here. Oh.. a-and I'm also 'glad' you're alright Scootaloo, don't you worry, I'll be back here in the morning, to get you back 'home'. Good Night Mr. Anon."
>It's Mr. Anonymous for you bitch.
>She closed the door behind her.
>You waited until the sound of hoofsteps fade away.
>Only then you turned your gaze back to Scootaloo.
>Before you can say something, she opened her mouth.
>"T-thank you Anon, for being h-here with me, a-and thanks for saying I'm so cool and all."
>Yeah, you were such a fucking hero.
>Super Anon to the rescue... oh wait, to late you lazy fucker!
>~"STOP STARING INTO SPACE! CALM HER DOWN, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING HUMAN!'~
>Dayum, bitch be trippn' motherly instincts!
>If you 'DARED' to told her that, she would probably shut down your spleen or something.
>You like your spleen, but you think, there is something she forgot about.
"Why aren't you telling me to chase after her, so called 'caretaker'?"
>Nightmare was suspiciously calm about it.
>~"When you were busy playing dumb, I channeled my magic through your legs, into the floor. When it reached her, I had cast a 'homing spell' on her. Now, I'm able to find her ANYWHERE! Aaannnyyywheeeere... ."~
>The last part word was spoken in a dreadful whisper.
>Chills ran down your back.
>You forgot how scary she can be, if she wanted.
>The little filly waited for your reply.
"Don't mention it Scoots, It's always a pleasure to spend some time, with my favourite orange pony!"
>She smiled.
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>"I bet you told that to every orange filly out there!"
>You talked with her for some time.
>You tried to avoid the topic of the orphanage or the 'accident'.
>She calmed down to the point she started to yawn.
>You look over your shoulder at the window.
>Judging by the position of the moon, its almost midnight.
>It's time for you to go and let her have her sleep.
>You both said your good nights, but before you opened the door, she addressed you one more time.
>"Anon.. c-can I ask you to be here tomorrow morning?"
>Opening the door you smiled to her.
"Of course I will be here in the morning, sleep tight Scoots."
>Saying your thanks to nurse Redheart you walk out of the hospital.
>It's still raining heavily.
>You don't give a shit about it.
>Nightmare was already pumping your body with enough combat magic, that you could be rammed by a truck and won't feel nothing.
>You walk through the rain, in the orphanage direction.
>Like a fucking tank, no fucks given.
>Finally you are standing beside the tree, which grows near the mentioned building.
>Your eyes don't look like human anymore.
>They look rather like Nightmares scary eyes.
>There is this black transparent smoke, coming out of them.
>This time, its more visible.
>You can feel with your tongue that your canines was longer now.
>In front of you, at the first floor of two storey orphanage, there was a dim light in one of the windows.
>You knew exactly, that Hard Feather was there and probably that was her night lamp.
>There was some shadow moving inside of her room.
>Probably she was lying down to sleep.
>Light died down.
>It was your clue to start moving.
>You stopped under now dark window.
>Rain was dripping heavily at your face, as you looked at it.
>Did you really want to this?
>Nightmare feelings was already clouding your judgment of what you can and can't do, to that mare.
>Probably, without your will to oppose them, there will be no brakes on the 'righteous fury' train.
>Is there no other way?
>Nobody would belive you wihout any evidence and in the morning Scoots will be taken back here.
>Who knows, what will happen after that, will you ever see her smile or at all again?!
>No, you've just got to the point of no return of what must be done.
~"Nightmare, probably there will be a lot of noise here soon, can something be done about it?"~
>She began charging your hands, with her magic.
>~"In three seconds time, clap your hands."~
>Okay one.. two...
>You clapped your hands.
>When your palms had hit one another, you could see a magic shock wave coming out of them and growing with enormous speed.
>It spread everywhere around, scattering the rain in its way.
>Windows in the building rattled a little.
"What was that supose to do?! You could wake up everybody around with that!"
>You could hear, she was laughing.
>~"Your lack of FAITH in ME, won't STOP TO AMAZE ME! This was an 'area spell', which made everypony around sleep for several hours without waking up, even on the biggest noise one can imagine! Of course I made that 'miss caretaker' was not affected, she sleeps like a normal pony should, I can feel it."~
>Okay, you think now it's time, to get this show on the road.
~"Take us there."~
>Your body was enveloped by this weird magic smoke and you lost sight of everything around you.
>When your sight returned, you were standing beside some wooden, pony sized, bed.
>There was somepony sleeping in this bed.
>You knew exacly who that was.
>Miss Red Feather, caretaker and torturer extraordinaire.
>Reaching your hand in her direction, you were wondering if her mane will become yellow after this night?
>You know, from all this blood that is going to spill on it.
>...
>......
>You are Hard Feather, and you are furious!
>There was a pony coming out of your office.
>Not some average pony, but a bucking princess!
>She came here, to talk about one of the orphans, who was in your 'care'.
>Yeah, lets call it that way.
>Even before she started to speak, you know of who, she wanted to talk about.
>That bucking, little orange filth, was a thorn in your flesh.
>Always disobedient, always bringing trouble at your doorsteps.
>Bucking always attracting unwanted attention at you!
>You thought you got your ways of dealing with her insubordination, but now you see, you were to kind for her.
>Of course, after a good beating she behaved for a few days.
>And of course, after that time, she was misbehaving again!
>However, this time, she had crossed the bucking line!
>There was a princess, of all ponies, talking with you, about her 'manticore misadventure' in the forest!
>Of course she was apologising, about her not telling you this earlier, and that Scootaloo had learned her lesson the hard way, so you don't have to be angry at her..blah blah blah. 
>Nevertheless, even without the help of those other two losers she was 'crusading' with, that little mistake managed to bring the attention of the crown at you.
>Everything you achieved here, was in jeopardy, in a blink of an eye.
>You felt that even your future work in this place, was in danger right at that moment.
>You were sitting alone in your office now.
>You were so angry that you chewed the pencil, you were holding in your mouth, in half.
>Your green hair was all perturbed.
>With the corner of your eye, you saw through the window, that princess was leaving the orphanage building.
>She was already outside.
>She stopped for a moment, looking in its direction with a sad expression, and then went on her way, back to her 'castle'.
>She was probably sorry for this poor little filly, who was about to get an earful from her caretaker.
>She didn't even knew, how wrong she was.
>The things you were about to...
>Before you could let your imagination flow, the filly in question, has walked through your office door.
>She was smiling, she was bucking smiling!
>That was enough, especially for you!
"Stay where you are, and don't you dare, to move a single muscle!"
>She obeyed, like always, but she was still smiling!
>You have covered the curtains at the windows and closed the door shut to your office, with your private key.  
>You approached her slowly.
"What do you have to say for yourself, you little, good for nothing, dirty, orange pieace of manure!?"
>In truth, you didn't gave a single buck about it!
>You would like her to squirm before you, begging for her worthless life!
>Instead, her smile only widen!
>"I think, that you're stupid Miss Feather. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Ha, ha, ha...!
>She started laughing at you!
>You punched her hard, right in that ugly snout of hers.
>She collapsed on the floor, spraying it with the fresh blood.
>Spat a few teeth too.
>Ah, it was good to be back in charge of this 'conversation', once again!
>"...he...he..ha, ha, ha, ha..!"
>She was laughing again!
>You quickly grabbed her head.
"What the buck is wrong with you, you bucking mistake!"
>You threw her head on the floor.
>When it connected with the hard planks, she choked on her own saliva and blood.
>But it looked like she was going to start to act out again.
>Your pupils were like pinpricks now.
>You pressed her hard to the ground.
>With every word you said, you were beating her with one of your hooves.
"Shut!"
>Her left eye was now a bloody, teary paste.
"The!"
>She had only a few teeth left in her snout.
"Buck!"
>Teeth that came out a blow before, were now deeply hammered in her tongue and palate.
"UP!"
>Her lower jaw broke.
>You were breathing hard, covered in her blood.
>There was a growing pool of it mixed with saliva, under her beaten head.
>Gurgling and shaking, she was still laughing!
>Doing this, she was spitting more of her life-sustaining fluids at you.
>There was a growing bubble of blood and snot sticking out of one of her nostrils.
>In truth, the sound of this 'laughing' was freaking you out!
>"Hrle..hrle..hrrle..."
>In panic you started choking her, with both of your front hooves.
>She was making whizzing sounds now.
>You had to double your efforts, to shut her up.
>You squeezed her throat with all your strength.
>She stopped making sounds.
>And to move.
>Is it finally over!?
>Are you going to be free of this bucking nuisance for good!?
>"Hr.. hrl..hrl..hrle..he.."
>WHAT!?
>Her laughter was getting louder and clearer in every second.
>You were dumbfounded like all tartarus!
>"he..ha, ha, ha, HA, HA,HA,HA,HA!"
>Now her voice was loud, dark, a..and b-bucking scary!
>You were retreating, away from her.
>You looked behind you to see where the door is.
>There was no bucking door, where they were before!
>Just a plain wall!
>You looked in front of you again.
>What the buck was going on!
>Now, there was only walls and floor everywhere.
>No windows, no desk, no carpet, no decorations, bucking nothing!
>Of course except this 'should be dead by now' filly, who was  getting up from the bloody floor.
>She finally stopped laughing, but not before scaring the shit out of you.
>She was looking at you with her one good eye.
>Her lower jaw was sticking at an odd angle, but you were sure she was smiling.
>"YOU KNOW HOW THE SAYING GOES?!"
>Her voice was freaking strong, and dark!
>How can she talk like it, with that kind of damage or rather how can she talk, like that at all!
>She started making some weird sucking sound.
>Her swollen, bruised eye collapsed in her skull!
>She spitted something, at enormous speed, in your direction.
>"EYE FOR AN EYE!"
>It had hit you in the left eye, wrecking it completely!
>You had put your hoof on it immediately and start screaming from the pain.
>Did she just spitted her own eye at you!?
>That little horror show was unfazed by this!
>What was she doing now?
>Her beaten cheeks, puffed out.
>She bent herself and started to vomit with deep red blood.
>She was like a bucking fountain statue, from Canterlot!
>Red liquid was flowing in your direction, as if it was alive.
>You had nowhere to run.
>When it reached you, it started to climb at your back legs, you were standing at.
>It was warm and smelled so intense, you were about to lose you stomach content yourself.
>Suddenly you felt, as there were a thousand mosquitoes, biting the skin on your legs.
>That blood was attacking you!
>It was flowing under your flesh!
>You could clearly see how your veins swell and began to come out from under your skin.
>You wanted to scream even more intense!
>But you couldn't.
>You were paralyzed by this disgusting fluid inside of your body.
>It had full control of you.
>It made you walk in Scootaloo's direction.
>Your every move costed you incredible amounts of pain.
>Bloodied orange filly had this damaged smile on her snout still!
>There was also this weird black smoke coming out of her every wound.
>You were now standing on your back hooves, in front of her.
>She was only half your size.
>Regardless, you were shaking like mad, form the pain and fear.
"W..W..WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
>She looked you in your remaining eye.
>"I WANT THAT UNRULY HOOVES OF YOURS, WHICH WERE SO GOOD AT BEATING THE LIFE OUT OF ME."
>Your ears was bleeding from the sound of her voice.
>In your greatest shame you started to cry.
"N..n-no, p-please, l...l-leave me alone!"
>She was unmoved by this.
>She opened her mouth.
>You could see she had poison glands, instead the teeth you beaten out.
>Like some bucking mutant spider!
>She had bitten you, in both of your front hooves!
>Your coat on them turned black.
>Your flesh started to itch like crazy.
>Your front hooves... withered!
>Again in your great shame, you soiled yourself in the process.
"N..N..n.."
>You lost your ability to speak coherently.
>"OW! I THOUGHT YOU WILL BE MORE OF A CHALLENGE! SHAME ON YOU, SO WEAK!"
>She had grow to your size in a blink of an eye.
>"NO MATTER! I ALREADY KNOW WHAT YOU REPRESENT, WEAKLING! I GROW TIRED OF THIS MASQUERADE!"
>Black smoke, which was coming out of her, wrapped around one of your back legs.
>It crushed it, like it was a marshmallow, and then ripped it out of your body.
>You collapsed on the ground, motionless. 
>The last thing you literally saw, was your detached leg, shoved down to your brain, through your good eye.
>Then, only blackness.
>....
>You opened your eyes!
>You were breathing hard and very unstable.
>Cold sweat was running down your features.
>But you were alive!
>You were lying in your bed, looking with big, blood red eyes, at the window in your room.
>There was still dark outside, you didn't slept long at all.
>And what was that... that nightmare?!
>You felt something wet.
>You checked under the covers.
>Yep, you bucking pissed yourself in your sleep.
>How is this possible!
>Before you could find the answer to that question, you heard something behind you.
>There is something standing on the other side of the bed.
>You turn slowly to see what it was.
>You can't belive your eyes.
>It was dark but you could clearly see a creature very similar to that Anon guy, that you had met tonight at the hospital.
>However, looking closer... yes, yes it was him!
>But, he had this weird, black energy, jumping all over his body.
>He also looked bigger than before!
>His eyes, what was wrong with his eyes?!
>And what was he doing here, at this hour?!
"What are you doing here, you bastard!?"
>Because buck honorifics, you had right to talk to him like this, in that situation!
>He smiled, his mouth full of razor sharp teeth!
>"Oh, me? I'm just waiting for my turn!"
>
>You are Anonymous.
>But, right now, you would call yourself rather 'one angry motherfucker!' deluxe version.
>You are standing beside the bed, which belongs to this fucking cum bucket who is Scoots 'caretaker'.
>You saw through Nightmare's eyes, what she is capable of doing to some little filly she would judge as a 'problematic'.
>You would bet your pancreas, that this beating was not the first one Scootaloo had gotten from her.
>Other ones wasn't just so generously.
>If it were not, you would probably never met her. 
>You are looking at Hard Feather with an evil smile on your face.
>She is trying to put a stone cold expression on her features.
>You saw what she had lived through, with N in her 'dreamscape' a moment ago.
>That was some fucked up trip to crazy town, no questions there.
>Because of that she fails miserably, at looking authoritative right now. 
>In truth, she is shaking and sweating bullets, under the covers.
>She is also stunned by your replay, from a moment ago.
>"W-What turn!?"
>You won't dignify this with an answer.
>Your movement was extremely fast.
>You have grabbed her by the snout, your grip strong as a vise.
>You picked her up, to the level of your predatory eyes.
>She has stopped squirming and kicking, under your gaze.
>Covers dropped on the floor, revealing the stain she made
after her little meeting with Moonie.
>You had squint your eyes and began to speak through clenched teeth.
"Bad caretaker,"
>You shoved her head into the warm piss stain, with so much force, it was enough to collapse the bed. 
"BAD!"
>Without releasing your grip, you yanked her out of it...
>... and threw her right into the ceiling!
>You could swear, you heard her ribs crackle, when she collided with it.
>All of the air she had in her lungs, had left her rapidly! 
>She crush landed on the floor, with a loud thud, spitting her saliva around.
>Before she could get up, you kicked her hard in the stomach.
>She was thrown on the other side of the room.
>You started to walk in her direction.
>Coughing with blood, she was getting up again.
>Quite fast at that.
>She was a fighter, you had to hand it to her.
>Unfortunetly, it was the only kind words, you could say about her.
>You started to move slowly in her direction, taunting her.
"Not so badass, when your opponent is someone else, than just a filly, eh?!"
>She was clenching her teeth, switching her angry gaze at you, from the door she was looking at.
>She won't escape, justice will be served.
"I won't let you get away and you know this!"
>You spread your arms wide.
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"Let me see those killer moves of yours, or maybe you're to scared?! How does those piss on your mouth taste?! Maybe like some fucking coward?!"
>She had enough!
>With a shout of pure furry, she started to run at you.
>Before she reached you, she jumped, landing on her front hooves.
>She turned around on them, and tried to buck you in the chest, with her back ones.
>In the last moment, you got out of the kick's way.
>When her legs stretched, you catched one closest to you, and pulled it.
>She lost her balance, and collapsed on the ground.
>Regardless, she didn't stopped her attack.
>Getting up, she tried to bit your calves.
>You took a step back from her.
>She was got to you in a second.
>She was pummeling your guts with her front hooves, with all she got.
>Her moves was like the ones of professional boxer.
>If not for your fusion with Nightmare, your stomach would be squashed by now.
>You can tell by the cracks formed on the floor planks, on which you stand.
>One hit, one new crack.
>However, with magic combat stimulation from Nightmare, you were standing strong, feeling almost nothing.
>When she was preparing another blow, you had crouched faster than an angry mongoose.
>You quickly threw a punch of your own.
>Your hand collided with her hoof in halfway.
>Normally, your hand would be a bloody paste, because of the hooves hardness.
>Nevertheless, now your bones was harder than steel, and she found herself at the receiving end.
>You saw as her hoof folded like a japanese fan, bones shattered.
>She started to scream like crazy, holding it with her other front hoof.
>~"GRAB HER HEAD, I'LL SHUT HER UP!"~
>You have done what she was asking for.
>Still screaming, she started to struggle in your grip and struck one of your hands with her good front limb.
>You felt a magic build up in your palms.
>Almost immediately after that, Hard Feather was wrapped with electric discharges.
>She was shaking badly, her muscles stretched to the limit.
>There were tears coming out of her bulged out eyes.
~"Damn gurl, you nasty!"~
>Mad laugh was your only replay, she tasted this revenge, like an expensive whisky.
>The whole room shone like a disco club.
>You have started to feel the smell of burned flesh.
>You threw her hard into the night cabinet, which was standing beside her bed.
>She smashed it to pieces!
>You stand up to upright position.
>Leaving a trail of blood, she started to crawl to the door.
>Man, this creature is resilent.
>You almost felt sorry for her.
>Almost.
>You had stood in her way.
>She looked upwards at you.
>"T... T-there... isss..n-no..way f-for... YOU t-to get...a-away...fff..for..thisss."
>You shrugged your shoulders.
"Well, you know... I'll cross that bridge when I get there."
>Time to wrap it up.
>You grab her by her green mane.
>Look at this people, looking at it in the moon light, it really was a little yellow where the blood was spilled on it.
>Dragging her on the floor, you walk up to the window.
>It finally stopped raining.
>You looked at what you were holding.
>She was not a pretty sight to see.
>All burned and beaten up, she was breathing shallowly.
>Just like Scootaloo when you had found her in that bushes.
>With the corner of your eye, you saw a little cracks in the window frame.
>So, that must be the window Scoots had jumped off, trying to save her life.
>How... appropriate.
>She left her to die outside, not bothering even to check, if she really did.
>You won't make that mistake.
>Taking a broad swing, you threw her out through the closed window.
>In the fountain of glass, she rammed the ground.
>Hard.
>You had jumped after her, landing with a loud thud beside her.
>Looking at her, you could not get over the fact, that she was still alive.
>Why does always this super evil types, are so hard to switch off for good?!
>With one hand you grabbed her by the throat, and picked her up.
>On your other hand, Nightmare has summoned your old friends, power claws.
>"STOP IT IMMEDIATELY!"
>Just as you were about to pierce her heart, you heard something landed on the ground in front of you.
>You switched your focus to it.
>Standing before you was a medium sized, blue alicorn, with glowing eyes.
>Crap... it was Luna.
>"I DETECTED THAT THE DREAMS OF MY SUBJECTS, ARE MAGICALLY FORCED IN THIS PLACE! NOW I KNOW WHY IS THAT! I DEMAND THAT YOU PUT HER ON THE GROUND AND STEP AWAY FROM HER!"
>Look at that, somepony learned how to speak properly!
>Although she could invest some bits in a good muffler.
>Meanwhile she was already charging herself with combat magic.
>Ground started to shake a little.
>You looked at her without fear in your eyes.
>You have hoped that Nightmare had concealed her visage on your face.
>You also hoped for a fair trial, you got something interesting to tell about her to the judges.
>You raised her a little higher.
"How about NO!"
>You shoved the claws in her chest with the power of thousand moons!
>You piereced her through and through.
>She squirmed a little, then ceased moving for eternity.
>You threw her lifeless body on the ground like a trash she was.
>There was already a pool of blood around her shaking body.
>The ground started to rattle more intense.
>There was a lot of magic discharges around Luna.
>Contrary to what Nightmare was demanding, you were going to give up without a good fight.
>"I'VE SEEN ENOUGH! THERE WILL BE NO TRIAL! I WILL DESTROY YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!" 
>Well... shit.

End of chapter 5.