May or may not last more than ten bumps edition.
Death waits for no bump.
>"Anon and Willsy in Equestrian Afterlife" by Cosmic
http://pastebin.com/EYg9mA7m
> "Blitz's Ghostly Green"
http://pastebin.com/0DdrSJEE
>"Anon Gets Ghost Kids"
http://pastebin.com/zsCFdVLC
Would you smooch a ghost?
>>25833712
last thread was #2
>>25833865
>>25824843
>>25833722
I would, and so much more.
https://soundcloud.com/mrsuicidesheep/lostboycrow-love-wont-sleep
>>25833865
3rd one died quick
>>25833712
has anybody got the link for the picture of anon cumming inside ghostie?
>>25834910
I know what your talking about, but afraid I can't help.
>>25833722
A. Heck yeah :69: B. Heck yeah
C. Heck yeah D. Heack yeah
>>25833712
Based Cosmic reviving the thread
Well here's some update for my story about Nonny and Willsy.
>You and her are nearly at a standstill floating high above the valley floor.
>You take a moment to look around, seems like a normal mountain valley to you, tall mountains on either side of you, lush trees lining the walls and floor of the valley up to about mid-way on the mountains, snow capping the tops, a river shimmered in the moonlight below you, which seemed to be sourced from a massive waterfall directly in front of you about a kilometer away.
>For some reason you expected a little more.
>’You sure we’re there Willsy?’
>”Well mostly there, actually it’s just over there” She pointed a hoof at the menacing waterfall.
>’If I wasn’t dead I’d say you’re crazy, that’s just a waterfall.’
>”It’s not just any waterfall. Also stop calling me crazy!” She had a bit of force in that last part.
>’Whoa, why are you so concerned about your sanity… You seem sane enough to me.’
>She looks down to the river below, maybe a little ashamed of her outburst, maybe a little ashamed of her reason for the outburst.
>”W-well… I haven’t had much contact with sentient beings in a long, long, time… And I mean I try to keep myself entertained with games of the imagination or by watching ponies… but it gets hard to tell between my imagination and what’s real sometimes. It’s been so long that somebody told me what’s real and what’s not.”
>You pull her into another hug, allowing her blurry sense of reality to mingle with your sharper, fresher, sense of what is real.
>’You know I feel the same way in this horse land. I’m an electric monkey from another world, look at me, don’t you think it’s hard for me to believe any of this either… I could be in some coma in a hospital… and this could be a dream… but I accept it as reality, and yes, you’re very real to me… Am I real to you?’
>>25835372
>She looks up to you, her white pupils gazing directly into yours.
>”I-I think so.” It’s barely more than a whisper of a thought.
>You raise an eyebrow.
>She cocks her head.
>Before she can think more you plant your lips on hers, suckling a bit on her lower lip.
>She returns, but not with much force.
>She sucks on your upper lips, and you know not to try to go further this time.
>You two stay like this for a minute before mutually breaking.
>’Could something which isn’t real do that?’
>You’d wished the kiss had been more passionate when you thought that, but it’ll have to do.
>She frowns while looking into your eyes.
>But you notice her eyes aren’t focused.
>She’s transfixed with memories.
>You brush a bit of her man over an ear to get her attention.
>”Oh, ummm, y-you’d be surprised what you can do with your imagination Nonny… if it… if it wasn’t for the feeling you give me… and Luna… you’d just be another.”
>You raise an eyebrow again, letting her feel your curiosity.
>”I’ve made more imaginary ponies by now than I’ve ever known in life. A whole village of them, all in my head… Sometimes I will imagine I’m in the village with them, I talk to them, do imaginary work for them, and even try to have romances with some of them…”
>She was starting to hold you tighter.
>”I even started to make up creatures when normal ponies weren’t exciting enough. I’d go on adventures across the world with them, and laugh and love with them… and… and… and… I-I stopped being able to know who’s imaginary and who’s real a while ago.”
>She’s sobbing again, and you feel your soul becoming heavy with the weight of hundreds of years left alone with an idol mind.
>>25835382
>’But you said there were other ghosts you knew, why didn’t you spend time with them?’
>”A-at f-first there was… there was a lot of us… but then we all… we all *sob* vanished. I got so afraid of it that I stopped talking to the few I knew, I didn’t want to lose the chance that I’d run into them randomly one day by vanishing them.”
>’You gave up on other ponies…’
>She’s sobbing a lot now.
>”*hic* y-yes. *sob*”
>’Then what am I to you?’
>Her body is shaking with sobs, and she’s got her arms wrapped around you in a vice-like hug.
>Your rubbing her back, letting her use your shoulder as a pillow to cry into.
>She’s taking a while to reply, and your almost worried… or is that her worry invading your mind.
>”Y-your either a-a real not-pony-thing… o-or you’re… you’re my mind tricking me again…”
>How do you prove to her that you’re real?
>>25835397
>You focus your energy, your love, and your admiration toward her, and you can feel her calm down a little.
>’What about the feeling I give you, about Luna speaking to us, about the time we’ve shared?’
>There’s another body racking sob out of her.
>”I-I don’t know! T-the last one my mind made… I made… seemed so real too… it made me warm inside, and talked to me, and held me… But it felt a little different than you Nonny.”
>She rubs her face into your neck.
>’How do you know a not-real one then?’
>”S-sometimes they just leave forever… other times I watch them disappear before me… other times I just feel that they aren’t real… Sometimes I never know… Once I vanished a colt’s ghost because I kept thinking he wasn’t real… when he was. That’s why I don’t assume anymore.”
>She’s calming down a lot now, while you do your best to remain an emotional rock for her.
>You decide to let her decide when to move on.
>You raise your head to the sky, and notice a familiar glow on the horizon.
>This is going to hurt…
>Willsy doesn’t move, still clinging to you.
>You watch the tops of the mountains illuminate in the morning sun.
>Before long your entire body is burning for a hot second.
>Your last sight before this ghostly sleep is Willsy burring her face in your chest.
>>25835332
Of course. I fucking love this thread. We may only have 2-3 active stories... but I hope for more. I like seeing other people's interpretations of ghosts in Equestria.
>>25835328
I take option 69.
Also the pastebin has been updated.
>page 10
Seriously, ya'll?
Bump. Might write up a story about anon who is scared of ghosts
>>25837447
Would be cool. Do it if you feel you have the time and will.
Does this thread include...skelepones?
>>25838831
Uuuh, why not?
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize.
I just want to write sexy ghost pone stuff, but near a real keyboard so little.
>>25841814
that awful feeling
>>25834910
Somebody at least post it on derpibooru
We gon' diah.
>>25845681
Spooky.
Mass prostitution survival bump
>>25846450
What if our supposed ghost waifu's evil?
>>25847085
We join her in the great haunting adventures
>>25847761
Sounds like fun
>>25847085Ghostly raep
Seriously though, we need more writefags and drawfags up in here.
>>25850039
agreed.
We also need more sexy ghost
>>25850698
or ghost trying to be sexy
>>25851390
sounds cute.
Jamp
>>25851390
Do want!
Kinda been thinking of writing some vignettes on the ideas people have been tossing around... After I finish Willsy that is.
>tfw you want to write
>tfw you don't like your story anymore
this is quite the conundrum.
>>25855574
>tfw understanding
I'd say just start another, and if you feel like wrapping your current story up one day just do it and post a one-off thread. Maybe even reboot ghost pone thread. I don't plan to keep writing ghost stories much after I finish mine. And without a steady amount of artwhich we supplied a lot of over the past few threadsthan the thread topic diesand ghostifies
>>25855574
Eh, change it up if you want to.
dead bump for a dead idea
>>25855920
2spook
I have a story in mind if anybody doesn't mind me posting it.
>>25859969
I, and many others would love to read it.
>>25860207
Alright, I'll get started shortly.
I had something different in mind than just a simple Anon though and the story will be second person, it's just starting out in third person.
>>25860857
Just wanted to point out it is a AiE fic, not something else.
> Pumpkin Seed was a simple kid.
> Well... simple and really clever.
> The orange filly didn't desire much, just a loving family and some friends.
> And that her pumpkins would stay fine during he thunderstorm.
> Crack!
> She jumped in her bed with a small yelp.
> A rumble of thunder ran through the night sky as a howl of wind began to pick up.
> This accompanied by the thick sheet of rain smacking against her window sent shivers up and down her spine.
> but somehow among all the commotion... she had heard something else.
> Something like shuffling right below her window.
> With a curiosity overwhelming her fear she slowly slipped out of the sheets, hopping off of the bed and creeping towards the window.
> A brief crack of lightening illuminated her room, earning another gasp.
> She took a deep breath and calmed herself.
> Right...
> She made it to the window and peered out.
> Luckily and as per her request the window stared directly out at her small, quaint field of pumpkins.
> She had gotten a second-story room just for this.
> Something moved among her pumpkins.
> Something big.
> She silently watched patiently, waiting for it to do something.
> Suddenly a flash of lightening and everything was so much more wrong.
> The figure out and about among her pumpkins looked like a smaller minotaur, except for the stature.
> While lacking beefy muscle it was about the height of one.
> The raggedy clothes it wore were just screaming 'danger'.
> A dirty, torn trench coat over dirtied jeans and a stained white t-shirt.
> At the ends of each of its extremities were a pair of black gloves and black workers boots.
> But none of that mattered.
> Because the most disturbing thing was the fact that the silhouette out and about among the pumpkins…
> Lacked a head.
> She couldn't scream, all she could do was watch in terror as it effortlessly plucked a pumpkin from a vine.
>>25860942
> It pulled the pumpkin upwards and seemingly examined it.
> Before she could do anything else...
> Well...
> Anything other than scream.
> It popped the pumpkin onto its head.
> The strange creature convulsed and shook before suddenly keeling over.
> The pumpkin shook back and forth like someone nodding there head.
> Suddenly the figure straightened upwards.
> She gasped as something began to meld onto the pumpkin.
> It morphed and changed until a wicked smile of a jack-o-lantern took its features.
> It even came with the warm glow of a fire.
> Among the storm.
> The rain.
> The wind.
> The thunder.
> The lightening.
> The clouds even blocking out the moon from the sky.
> The jack-o-lantern turned to her with its wry, wicked smile.
> And the figure waved.
> She simply fainted.
> And when she would awake, the figure would be gone... along with one of her pumpkins.
> Your boots crunched against the dead grass as you headed away from the nearest pumpkin patch.
> Despite the cacophony of the storm you simply ignore it and the fact that your clothes were getting drenched with rainwater.
> They were old anyway.
> You tap your new head and nod silently.
> You are Anonymous.
> And you are looking for your head.
> Why you may ask?
> Because you want to finally be able to kiss someone once more.
> That and eat.
> Eating sounded absolutely appealing after all these years.
> Maybe even beatbox a little.
> You would love to feel your lips purse and splat-
> Getting off track here!
> You bring your hand up and shield your new head from the wind.
> That little filly seemed rather nice back there.
> Letting you take one of her pumpkins like that.
> That was pretty cool.
> You reach into your coat.
> Twisting your new face into a frown you dig around for it.
> Where was it?
> Finally you felt the cold touch of what you had been searching for.
> Pulling out a Gothic style oil lamp your smile grew wider
>>25860994
> You hold it upwards and reach over to pull open one of the glass pans peering into the box of a lamp.
> Eh...
> You could say it was more of a lantern.
> Flipping open the pan you simply purse your lips.
> Which felt nothing like doing the real thing one might add.
> And blow forwards.
> A small burst of flame flew forwards and lit the lantern up.
> You flip the pan shut and hold it outwards a orange glow lighting your way through the night.
> Being a mythical undead creature had its advantages.
> You walked in the rage of the storm for what felt like hours.
> And it might as well been.
> But you didn't care, time didn't have a counter for you after all.
> But you were searching for one thing.
> You had traveled most of Equestria looking for your head.
> Maybe a total two percent of it.
> ...That didn't seem right but whatever.
> But this Ponyville area.
> You had vague memory of it before you became... this.
> And it wasn't like you were brain dead.
> You could still talk, it just sounded hollow and kind of terrifying.
> You could think obviously numbnights.
> 'Numbnuts'
> Whatever.
> Anyway, point was that you were still essentially 'alive' and you were harmless at that.
> Which did nothing whenever you told anybody else this.
> You had Monster Hunters, Adventurers, Knights, Royal Guard, Search Parties, Angry Townsfolk, and much more trying to get rid of you.
> Though little did they think through their plans considering nothing seemed to work on you.
> Drowning?
> Easy.
> Being set on fire?
> Naaahh.
> Being atomized and reforming in the eleventh circle of tartarus forced to fight your way through hoard and hoard of demons most of which had been rather attractive succubi?
> Oh Lilith...
> That night had been... terrible.
> You can't get it up because of this damn undeath.
> You suddenly snap from your thoughts.
> Oh...
> You finally arrived.
> The massive shadow of a mansion loomed over you silently among the storm.
>>25861095
> The reason you had come here was simple.
> You had poked around, done some digging on this town.
> You learned to start doing that after a night in Fillydelphia.
> And you had come across some claims that this place was 'haunted'.
> Fools.
> Ghosts didn't exist.
> You briefly glance down at yourself and feel your new head.
> Hah!
> Superstitions and utter ignorance.
> In all of your travels you had yet seen one.
> .....
> 'Are you retarded? You are literally a walking corpse with a pumpkin for a head.'
> And that was believable.
> But a ghost?
> Stupid.
> But luckily for you these ponies were superstitious and skittish as hell.
> So it was very unlikely anybody would ever be exploring this place.
> Which meant...
> Perfect camp for the stay here!
> You don't even bother trying to get a better look at the behemoth of a house.
> Damn thing was a near castle.
> Instead you simply head up the stairs and stop a the door.
> Three heavy knocks rang throughout the night sky as you waited patiently.
> ....
> Wait.
> Why the hell were you knocking?
> You push past the door and peer in.
> Upon seeing nothing you slip all the way in and slam the door shut, the ember glow of your lantern slightly illuminating the area.
> Dusty old furniture lay scattered among the area, some of which were just flipped or destroyed.
> You pull the lantern up some more to get a better look.
> The massive greeting room broke into five different paths.
> To your left, a doorway leading into what looked to be a dining room.
> This was followed by a staircase placed a little bit aways from the door.
> That set of steps led to a large walkway which connected the other pair to your right, leading to a closed door.
> In front of you and right under the walkway was thick, wooden doors closed tightly.
> You tap your 'fore-head' in thought.
> Might as well get to know the area.
> A light creak caught your attention.
> You look around frantically.
> This life was a paranoid one.
>>25861201
> You suddenly stop and peer downwards.
> You pull your foot away, the floorboard under your feet conforming back into place.
> Ah...
> You ignore the feeling embarrassment befalling your features and step away from the floor board.
> Something darted across the walkway above you, just from the corner of your eyes.
> You snap up and aim the lantern as best as you could.
> Nothing...
> A light giggle sounded around you.
> ...
"Look, I'm tired, I'm hungry."
> Your hollowed voice echoed all around you.
> You were neither of those things.
> But garnering up some sympathy would really help, the ponies weren't cold blooded killers.
> You could just shovel food into your mouth and act like you ate it or something.
> Maybe they would-
> Another giggle, this one right behind you.
> You whirl the lantern around.
> For a brief second a puff of white air was all you saw.
> This time another giggle but rather than coming from one direction it seemed to come from all at once.
> You bring the lantern back around and squint through the flame.
> Realistically you could burn this entire place down but screw that.
> You didn't want to risk killing someone over paranoia.
> Besides.
> Ghost weren't real.
> Time for a different approach.
“Look, I may look evil but I'm actually one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet!”
> Yeesh.
> Wasn't often that your own voice could creep you out.
> You waited patiently for an answer.
> Nothing…
“If you're scared just come on out, I swear I won't do anything scary or spooky.”
> While you tried your hardest to sound friendly you were probably still coming off as menacing.
> Uhg.
> You bow down and focus.
> Popping back up your jack-o-lantern now held a dopey, stoner-esque smile.
> A carved tongue even lolled out.
“Stheee?”
> Still nothing.
> This was going to piss you off now.
“Come oooonnnn...”
> Something darted just beyond your light.
> You peel it down just in time to catch the wooden doors in front of you slam shut.
>>25861288
> You shake your head violently, the same wicked grin coming back to your features.
> You head forward with the lantern cautiously.
> Could be a trip.
> 'Trap.'
> Right.
> Stay on your toes...
> You reach out for the golden handle, which complicated the intricate designs of the wood rather beautifully.
> Before your fingers wrapped around the handle something began to float throughout the air.
> A piano... playing a haunting yet soothing tune.
> Oh no.
> They weren't going to scare you away.
> You ram your shoulder into the door.
> Your dynamic entry was jolting but it definitely garnered...
> Absolutely zero attention.
> For there was nothing in this room.
> A simple study room, a polished wooden desk pointed towards a fireplace and two couches placed directly beside it.
> One of which was torn in half while the other was flipped.
> You lumber forwards and peer around the room.
> The piano seemed to be in the next room over, behind a polished wooden door.
> You move over and slowly push it open.
> Holding the lantern light away you peer in.
> They would most likely still see your face but hey.
> It worked.
> In the middle of a room that seemed untouched by time an uncovered piano played itself.
> Each key pressed down on itself, the moonlight that spilled in from the window painting a rather vivid picture over the pianos bulky form.
> This was followed by the billowing sheets covering less important furniture set around the room.
> You push the door open and stand in the doorway.
> Among the moonlight was a small figure.
> The size of a pony and completely transparent.
> With the moonlight pouring in it had almost gone unnoticed.
> Huh...
> Ghosts did exist...
That's all I can do for right now unfortunately so I managed to get the intro out of the way, now I am rather new to this thread so does this adorable ghost pony have a set name or is it free?
Ghostbump
>>25861410
Name's whatever you want.
Also I like this so far. I'm interested in seeing more.
>>25861410
Loving it!
>>25833712
http://themostevercompany.deviantart.com/
>>25864677
Be that ghost or ghoul? Or ghost of a ghoul?
saviour bump
>>25864677
A ghoul of a ghost of a pony!son of a son of a son of a son of a...
This is now a Ghost thread.
*Witty bump goes here*
>>25861410
New green?
I'm surprised there's no "Ghost of Equestria Past" green yet.
10
>>25862767
>>25864558
Glad you guys are enjoying it.
>>25869663
>>25867283
>>25870378
>>25858506
Jack-O-lantern Anon writefag here, just want to put in my two cents and say that I think we're dead because of a narrow topic. Maybe expansion to other ghoulies and dead waifus would attract more? I don't know, I still have little legitimacy to tell ya'll what to do just saying.
Anywho, I will make a pastebin for the Jack-O-Lantern story soon and I'm going to start writing again.
>>25860942
Beginning of the green.
>>25861410
Where I last left off.
> Errr...
> Okay.
> So Ghosts existed.
> No big deal.
> You scratch the leather hard surface of your new scalp.
> If it could even be called a scalp.
> Neat-o.
> So you were wrong after all.
> 'Like usual.'
> You open the door fully and stand in the doorway.
> You didn't have eyebrows so instead you simply quirked your entire right eye.
> It was a strange feeling but one you had gotten used to after awhile.
> ...
> The ghostly figure continued to play the piano, oblivious to your presence.
> Well, not like you had anything to lose.
> You rasp your fist against the doorframe twice.
> The figure suddenly stopped playing, staring forward into the darkness of the room in utter silence.
> Ooooh-kaayy.
> Suddenly a green glow over-took its figure.
> The piano began to play on its own accord, without the apparitions guidance.
> It began to make a mish-mash of disorientating music as the figures head slowly twisted around its own body.
> It focused on you with pitch black eyes and a scowl so fierce it would turn away the most confident soldier.
> "Leeeaaavvveee!" The figure croaked.
> ....
> lol.
> Was it really trying to scare you?
> You simply chuckle to yourself.
> The figures green glow faded away along with the sneer, a white tint of glow taking its features while it simply stared at you in confusion.
> The piano stopped.
> You reach up and grip the sides of your head.
> With a pop you pull it off and hold it against your chest.
> Your smile grew wider as the ghost began to stammer and sputter.
> "I-How-You're..."
> Silently you pull the head back up and pop it back onto your neck.
> With a couple of sharp twists you managed to get it back into place.
> The Ghost pony stared on in utter terror as you simply smack your pumpkin lips and gaze back up at her.
“Hi.”
> “Bye!”
> With that another flash of lightnening took the room.
> And the ghost was gone.
> Hmm…
> Strange.
>>25870560
I agree, but wasn't there already an undead waifu thread, or strange waifu or something?
Regardless, I'm digging your story Anon. Was Pumpkin Seed just a side character?
>>25870628
There was but I think it died.
And she was but I actually will mention her at least once more in the story later on.
>>25870627
> You bring the lantern back up and hold it upwards to the ceiling.
> A puddle of white goo painted the ceiling from the ghosts departure.
> Drops leaked off from the middle of the puddle.
> Heh...
> It looked like...
> Nevermind.
> You slip back out of the room and back into the study.
> You didn't know how many stories this place had but it sure as hell wasn't two.
> You would have to know the area if you were going to at least live in it.
> Heh...
> live.
> As well as sharing it with some spooky ghost.
> You look around the study.
> You stop on an old bookshelf shoved off in the corner of the room.
> While barren compared to most other bookshelves you had seen, it still had some scattered books here and there.
> You walk over and pull out the first book you saw.
> Maybe you could find some blueprints in this thing.
> With a frustrated grunt you toss the last book over your shoulder.
> Nothing.
> Not one damn thing on the place.
> No maps, blueprints, historical documents.
> It was like someone tried to clear the history behind this place.
> Your body began to heat up as your light intensified.
> Right…
> Calm down.
> Didn't need another incident.
> You place your hands on your hips and work to halt your rising anger.
> Eventually the light in your head died down to a normal dim glow.
> It was okay.
> No need in getting frustrated over the littlest things, especially when they weren't even that important.
> You could map this place yourself.
> You just needed some ink and a qui-
> You stop as you turned around to search the room.
> Somehow a heavy-platted pony knight armor managed to sneak up on you.
> ….
“What?”
> The armor jumped and began to shiver in place.
> “S-Stay back!”
> Oh.
> The ghost was back.
> You hadn't noticed before but it sounded feminine and kind of...cute.
> You step forwards.
> The figure moved backwards.
> “J-Just go already!”
> Right.
> That was going to make you leave.
>>25870673
> The armor was... interesting.
> It looked intricately made, not for battle but for decor.
"Cool armor."
> You take another step forwards a little bit more.
> The armor jumped with a yelp but managed to stay in place this time.
> If you had real eyes you would simply roll them.
> Where the silver plates overlapped was a couple of flower like grooves.
> This led to the actual blue reed-like paintings that were painted all around the armor.
"Nice."
> You nod your head to get your point across.
> The 'knight' suddenly stopped shivering.
> "It is isn't it? My family bought-"
> "Wait a minute!"
> It suddenly moved to a defensive position.
> "I asked you to leave Mister..."
"Uhhh Call me Anonymous."
> Mister Anonymous! Now if you would kindly comply..."
> Oh at least the ghost wasn't rude.
"Errr no."
> You gesture to your frame.
"Look at me, I won't last a day all out on my lonesome."
> "I-I don't care! You're scary and you're unnerving."
"Unnerving?"
> "Unnerving."
"How so?"
> You lean forward with a soft 'hmm'.
> This seemed to unsettle her further.
> "Y-You're big and you d-don't have a head."
"And you're a ghost."
> You should at least be polite about this.
> Nah.
> Screw that.
"Besides Spoops, if anything we could help each other out."
> "..."
"..."
> “Please don't call me spo-”
> A crack of thunder and the armor suddenly collapsed.
> The ghost pony practically bolted from the metal frame, hovering in the room silently.
> Oh good lord.
> She was adorable!
> Your flame suddenly dimmed even lower.
“You're the cutest thing I've ever seen!”
> The ghost looked down at her form and blushed.
> It was weird, it was like blue on white instead of red.
> Wait.
> How could she even blush like that?
> The specter in front of you looked like nothing back in the piano room.
> A bluish-white specter with a ragged long mane.
> And…
> Well.
> Nothing else really.
> No flank or anything as it simply ended in a ghostly tail.
> And she lacked a cutie-mark.
>>25870731
"Where's your cutie mark?"
> You lean over trying to examine her further.
> She hide her form with a furious blush.
> "H-Hey! I'm not some piece of meat!"
"You got that right."
> Hue hue hue, dark humor.
> She simply huffed as a loose strand of her mane fell over one of her eyes.
> She glanced up at it before adjusting it.
> "Ignoring your little remark earlier, I still must ask you too leave Mister Anonymous.”
“No.”
> You begin to circle around her, holding the lantern up for light.
> She did the same, just much more cautiously than you.
> “Please...”
“No.”
> “I'm begging you-”
“No.”
> You stop suddenly, your lantern jingling among the muffled storm and your footsteps.
“I'm not leaving, you have no idea how long I've been looking for a place to settle.”
> Your wicked smile twisted into a grimace.
“So I'm staying whether you like it or not.”
> “Wow.”
> She simply frowned.
> “Before I was scared of you but now I think you're just a jerk.”
> Eh.
“So.”
> You head over to the study desk and pull the rickety old chair out.
> She sure as hell didn't need it.
> Placing the lantern in the middle of the desk you plop down on the chair which surprisingly held.
“I'll be staying until I find my head that is.”
> “Your head?”
“Mhm.”
> She slowly hovered down just a couple feet away from you.
> She silently stared at you, studying your every movement.
> Which went completely in vain as you did not care to move from your spot.
> “So...”
> She tapped her hooves together lightly.
> “When you say you're looking for your head-”
“I mean my actual head yeah, you saw what I did back there.”
> “Yeah...”
> Another light tapping of her hooves.
> “How did you die?”
> You quirk an…
> Well an eye, no eyebrows.
“Little personal don't you think?”
> “And I think you should at least share something if you're going to squat here.”
> Wow, rude.
> But she had a point.
>>25870789
"Well... even if I don't know you that much I guess you have a point... err..."
> She sighed.
> "I don't really remember my na-"
"SPOOPS IT IS!"
> "No!"
> You laugh maniacally and throw your head back.
"Oh yes, it is Spoops."
> She pouted and folded her fore-legs over her chest.
> You ignore that and tap your head twice.
> Thunk, thunk.
"Truth be told I don't really remember anything before my death. I remember dying and I remember how, but I haven't the faintest idea of what lead to it."
> You lean back in the chair and kick up your legs, crossing them against the desk and clasping your finger together.
"Yeah... it was obvious my head was taken and I do remember being in a town..."
> You pause.
"But I don't know what town..."
> You suddenly lean forward, jolting Spoops in her spot.
"But I do know my head is somewhere. Because after doing this for nearly two years I learned what I am."
> You wave a dismissive hand in the air.
"I don't actually have a name but I know for a fact that if my head was destroyed I wouldn't be walking around right now."
> Spoops suddenly froze.
> "You mean... you could just drop at any moment?"
"Mhm."
> "And that doesn't scare you?"
"No, not really. I mean it's a pesky ritual to destroy my head anyway, something involving a full moon, salt, and like ten other things."
> You shrug.
"And I'm already dead so yeah..."
> Spoops sighed.
> "You're... different."
"Well duuuh..."
> "Not in that way! Most others who come into this house are scared speechless of me... It makes it hard to actually have some friends, so I started to scare them off myself. Better then trying to make friends with somepony who despises me."
> She looked over at the barren bookshelf.
> "It makes things hard… can't even get some more books to read."
>>25870855
> You glance over as well.
"You like books eh?"
> "Mhm, I love them."
> That seemed cliché.
> She slouched in place, staring at the ground dejectedly.
> Eeehhh...
"Tell you what. You let me stay here unhindered and on my next search for my head I'll grab some books for you, I know there's a library somewhere out there."
> She suddenly perked up with a bright smile on her face.
> "Really!?"
“Yeah, yeah.”
> Before you could react she somehow wrapped you up in a tight hug.
> “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”
> You wanted to move your arms to at least pat her head or something.
> But the death grip she had you in made that next to impossible.
“Uhh… there, there.”
> She snuggled in even closer.
> Suddenly she gasped and pulled away with another blush.
> “S-Sorry… it's been so long since someone has treated me like this!”
“Like what? A friend?”
> You had some of that white goo on your clothes now.
> You worked to swipe it off but it just ended up getting all over your gloves.
> Spoops stammered in place as she struggled to explain herself.
> “Sorry! That happens when I get excited!”
“Don't worry, I used to do the same thing when I got excited.”
> “Really?”
“Yeah, it just came from a different place.”
> You stop and meet her curious gaze.
> She looked at the white puddle in your lap and back at you.
> Back at the puddle.
> Back at you.
> Back at the puddle.
> Back at you.
> Suddenly her blush somehow became stronger.
> “M-Mister Anonymous!”
> You let out a hollow laugh.
> Three heavy knocks rang out against a wooden door.
> With a grunt and a small stumble a figure picked themselves up out of the dark.
> Shuffling forward it groaned out 'coming' before heading to the door.
> Suddenly it threw the door open, revealing itself to be a tired looking white stallion with a buzzcut.
> His cutie mark consisted of two spears crossing over a royal seal.
> This led to his stub of a tail, which drooped from his tired state
> He simply rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before addressing the mystery guest.
> Ah... the life of a royal guard captain.
> Especially one in a town thrown into danger so many, many times.
> He opened his eyes being greeted with a worried looking stallion standing among the raging rain in a raincoat.
> "You've got to help us!"
> Another grunt.
> "Our daughter saw a monster at her pumpkin patch!"
> He simply grunted once more.
> "No I don't think she was seeing things."
> One more grunt followed by a growl.
> "Yes, I'm sure she's right. It's Pumpkin Seed."
> The stallion with the buzzcut suddenly stopped.
> He, like most others in the town, knew Pumpkin Seed was a clever child.
> If she saw something she was most likely credible in her reasoning.
> He simply waved for the stallion to come in.
> After he got a report from the rain drenched stallion, he would put both the Royal Guard and the towns populace on high alert.
> Maybe even alert the Elements...
That's the end of day one. I'm going to quickly upload this to my pastebin then start once more.
>>25870955
I forgot to link this to the other story.
Also I'm seeming to have some troubles, everything is moving incredibly slow for me.
Anyway, since my Pastebin was deleted because of that little glitch.
Pastebin here: http://pastebin.com/59CvkJTc
Going to see if this problem resolves itself before I start writing again.
spooky bump
>>25870955
Really like your portrayal of Spoops... Interesting name, but it fits in a cute way. Looking forward to seeing where you bring it.
Also does your story have a title?
>>25872666
> A good writefag actually likes my work.
Thanks man. As for the name I just called it Pumpkins and Spirits, though it was on the spot so if you or anybody else have a better name it would be much appreciated.
>>25873238
It's your story to name man.
Also
>tfw someone I think is a good writefag tells me I'm a good writefag. I don't mean to start a circlejerk here, but thank you too. And Merry Christmas ghost bro.
>>25870955
Woah can't let this thread die yet. I'm going to upload some late night green cause' why not.
>>25874431
Thanks an, for the sake of avoiding a circle jerk I won't go beyond this, even at the expense of missing a running gag.
>>25870955
Where we last left off.
> Tap….tap…..tap
> With a grunt you simply close the curtains, the branch scrapping the window outside instantly going silent.
> Spoops watched as you returned to your seat, kicking your feet up once more like earlier.
> The two of you didn't need sleep.
> So instead you had spent the rest of the night getting to know each other.
> She liked…
> Well…
> Everything.
> As long as it was interesting.
> She liked making music, reading books, writing them, painting, and much more.
> Contemporary.
> 'That's not being used right.'
> CON-TEMP-ORARY
> ….
> “Are you okay Mister Anonymous?”
“Yeah, fine.”
> You wave a dismissive hand in the air.
“Just got caught up with something for the time being.”
> “Mhm...”
“So… what do you do to pass the time around here? I don't exactly sleep… or eat…”
> “I usually think of stories and characters to pass the time...”
> She went silent.
> You refused to let things get awkward so you simply clap your hands together.
“That sounds maddening.”
> “Maybe it was at first.”
“At first?”
> “Mhm...”
> She went silent once more.
> It was getting awkward.
> Salvage it!
“Well uh… can't you use a writer or something?”
> You fucking idiot.
> By the look on her face you were guessing she couldn't.
> Realistically you should have already known that.
> “N-No…. I would love too! But… I don't have a writer or any paper.”
> Hm…
“As a ghost aren't you like tethered to this place or something?”
> “Yes, very much so. Unless I could posses something I cannot leave.”
> Ah…
> That would explain a lot.
“What about you hop in that armor?”
> “I already tried, it drew too much attention for my liking.”
“Posses someone who dares enter.”
> “Mister Anonymous! I would never!”
> Oy vey.
> Spoops was a pussy cat.
> Interesting considering she was a ghost but whatever.
> You throw your arms up.
“Just trying to help out here.”
>>25876358
> "Well... It's appreciated I guess..."
> Cool.
"So... got any games or anything like that? Day's gonna swing by any moment and that's basically a suicide run for me."
> Despite your inability to die.
> You stretch out in your chair and simply shrug.
“I'd rather not be cooped up in here all day without something to do.”
> Spoops sighed and shrugged.
> "I don't really have anything..."
> Hm...
"Nothing? No Mouse Trap? L.I.F.E? Yahtzee? Monopoly?"
> "Uhhh..."
"Chess? Checkers? Chinese Checkers. Riskscrabbleclue-"
> "Uhhhh..."
> She began to lower from the air as you began to list of games like a rocket.
"battleshiptickettorideapplestoapplesbattleship!"
> "M-Mister-"
"UNO!?"
> Her mane blew backwards as a hot gust bellowed from your maw.
> You simply pulled away from her face with an intensified glow to your features.
"She doesn't have UNO!"
> Your face twisted into a scowl.
“Who doesn't have UNO!?”
> “Me apparently...”
> With a frustrated grunt you plop back down into the chair.
> You sigh heavily, the glow behind your grimace dimming once more.
> Truth be told you didn't want to sit in here all day with nothing to do.
> Your first night run would have to be a gathering of supplies.
> …
> “I could…”
> She trailed off and mumbled something silently.
“What?”
> “Nothing.”
“What is it?”
> “It's nothing!”
> You squint at the ghostly pony.
“Tell me what it is or I won't grab your books.”
> “No please!”
“Tell me!”
> “Fine! I could play for you.”
“Play for me?”
> “You know… the piano.”
> Hmm…
> Her music had been rather soothing earlier.
> If it was possible you would even say it nearly lulled you to sleep.
> But fuck that.
“Nah.”
> “Okay, I'll-what!?”
“Nah, you're good player don't get me wrong.”
> You simply shrug.
“I'm just the kinda guy that would rather run around naked in my own house than listen to classical.”
>>25876465
> Spoops puffed her cheeks out with a muffled growl of annoyance.
> “Fine!” She spat. “If you're so apathetic then let's not do anything!”
> She plopped down onto the desk with her fore-legs folded tightly over her chest.
> Heh...
> Doing nothing in a house all day bothered you.
> But doing nothing when it annoyed somebody?
> Awesome!
> The two of you locked eyes as she stared defiantly towards you.
> ....
> Well this was boring...
> The thunderstorm stopped awhile ago, leading to a rather dull absence of background ambiance.
> She hummed to herself while you waited.
> And waited...
> And waited.
> You began to eventually thump your foot against the ground from rising impatience.
> Waiting...
"Fine!"
> You throw your arms up.
"Let's hear what you've got!"
> A bright smile overtook her face.
> "Really!?"
"Yes! Fine! Whatever! As long as we're not sitting here doing nothing!"
> "YES!"
> Suddenly a dart of white dashed forwards, passing straight through your chest.
> With a grunt you look down at your shirt... which was now covered in white goo.
> Wonderful...
> You get up from your spot and lumber away from the desk.
> Time to get this over with...
> It wasn't long before the music began.
> As soon as you entered the room your nonexistent ears were filled with a lovely melody, not at all like the one you had heard before.
> But none the less as relaxing as you remembered.
> You watch silently as she played her undead heart out on the piano.
> By the end of her piece you sound yourself charmed into a sense of security and well...
> Let it be known that you felt comfortable.
> She started up another piece.
> By the end of what could be comparable to a concert you had basically found yourself sitting cross-legged with one hand propped under your head.
> Daytime had already come, you hadn't noticed until now.
> And it seemed as if some time had passed as it looked to be the afternoon by now.
> But that didn't matter.
>>25876598
> All that mattered was that in the first time in two years.
> You had actually felt... happy.
> Truly happy.
> A proper happy.
> This music made you feel weird.
> It was a tingly feeling, kind of disturbing in a sense as you hadn't felt like this for so long.
> She stopped her piece, fading it out by playing higher and higher notes until the end.
> She suddenly stopped and smiled softly.
> Suddenly the smile broke in a look of nervousness.
> "W-Well?" She asked tapping her hooves together anxiously.
> "It's been awhile since I've actually got to play for som-"
"WHEW!"
> You leap up and clap your gloved hands together repeatedly.
> She jolted in the piano's bench but simply let a smile overtake her features.
"That was awesome, boss, wonderful, neat-"
> You stop and hold a hand in the air.
> Get a hold of your, you were getting too exasperated.
> 'Excited'
> Whatever!
"That was boss Spoops, where'd you learn to play like that?"
> She simply shrugged with a rather apparent look of under-confidence and bashfulness.
> "It just came naturally to me..."
"Well I wish I was half as talented on that thing than you were."
> "Really?"
"Really, really."
> "I could... teach you."
> ...
"Nah."
> "Mister-"
"It's too much work on you. If anything I would do nothing but wreck havoc on your psyche."
> You simply shrug.
"I'm content with being myself, I can do some pretty neat things too."
> "Like?"
"I can breath fire..."
> "No way."
"Yes way, one of my many, many powers."
> "I don't believe you."
"Hey, that hot air I was spewing was only a sample. But I can show ya' the real thing if you would like."
> “Go ahead, show me what you've got.”
> She smirked as you quirked your right eye.
“Kay. Do you have a backyard or something I can do this in?”
> “I have a completely fireproof kitchen.”
“That would work.”
>>25876683
> You hold the dusty, silver spoon close for examination.
> You leaned against one of the kitchen counters while Spoops floated above a nearby sink, watching you silently.
> This house was a mess.
> You would have to clean the shit out of it.
> But first you would burn the shit out of this spoon.
"Stand back."
> "I'm a ghost."
"Ghosts aren't real Spoops."
> "Wha-"
> Before she could realize you were messing with her you purse your lips together.
> Aiming away from the ceiling and towards the polished counter you blow forwards.
> A gout of flame burst from your mouth, a bellowing cackle accompanying the dancing flame.
> The spoon began to wither and twist under the heat of your breath.
> Hah, sure proved her wrong.
> …
> You pull the burnt crisp of a spoon away.
> Now what?
> “That...was...cool!”
> Spoops did a backflip in the air before rushing over to examine the spoon.
> “It's like seeing a dragon breath fire! Except so much cooler.”
> You dust your knuckles against your shirt and smirk.
“Well I uh- do my best you know?”
> “Wow! That's so cool!”
“Van Damme cool or Bobba Fett cool?”
> “I have no idea who either of those guys are.”
“Eh… neither do I.”
> You shrug and toss the spoon behind you.
> The kitchen was rather small compared to the rest of the house.
> A queer little thing with multiple stoves and burners.
> Most of the pots and pans were hanging from racks, food and other items most likely stored in the many cabinets.
> You ignore the room and pocket your hands.
“What else you got?”
> “Well… nothing.”
“Really?”
> “Yeah… It's rather… boring around here.”
> She slouched in her place.
> Suddenly she perked up.
> “But I've got you now! Things may not be so dull anymore!”
“What's with this chipper attitude? This isn't some way to cope with the soul-crushing boredom around here is it?”
> “N-No… I'm just happy to have someone to talk to is all… even if you do grate my nerves.”
>>25876839
That's all I can do for right now unfortunately. I will upload some more sometime tomorrow, Merry Christmas to you all.
Pastebin here: http://pastebin.com/59CvkJTc
>>25876920
Merry Christmas to you as well Anon. Loving your story, very cute.
>>25876920
As I suffer through going to see relatives I wish I could never have to see again, I shall persevere through it with the hopes that there will be more Spoops to come back to.
>>25876920
thank you so much and merry christmas!
Christmas bump
Bumping.
Finally a day off, May write later tonight if I get a chance.
>>25860942
The beginning of the green.
>>25876839
Where we last left off.
> You chuckle and shrug off the comment.
"Anyway, why don't you give me a tour?"
> Spoops seemed to take a moment to think it over.
> "I guess we don't have anything better to do."
"Until night."
> "Until night... yes, I guess I can show you around, stay with me though. After the greeting room this house gets pretty big."
"For you."
> "Huh?"
"No idea."
> "Okay..."
> She turned around and floated towards the door.
> You simply stroll after her.
> You let out a long whistle.
> After getting to the greeting room she led you up a flight of stairs, which in turn broke into two hallways with a series of other breaks amongst them.
> It seemed most of the other rooms were on the other stories.
> Four stories of fun, each one connected at a different area.
> Seriously it was like this mansion was built as a maze more than anything.
> The two of you headed down a stretch of hallway, the light from your head and her faint other-worldly glow leading the way.
"Seriously, this place is huge..and strange..."
> Spoops chuckled.
> "My father was an... eccentric stallion. He didn't want a house unless it was 'fun' and 'different' as he put it."
> You swipe your finger along one of the walls, gathering dust among the glove.
> Creepy pictures stared at you from beyond you limited range of light, ponies dressed in olden clothes staring with what seemed to be contempt from their frames.
> The walls which were peeling and dusty, were painted with multi-colored fleur de lis.
> Instead of coming off as whimsical it simply came off as a creepy funhouse kind of feel.
"Some...taste your old man had."
> "Man?"
"Stallion."
> "Oh... yes he was viewed as different from the others, but they just didn't understand him."
> She smiled fondly.
> "He was so fun to be around..."
> Things went silent as the two of you continued onwards, Spoops digging through some old memories.
>>25883203
"Anyway... it seemed much smaller down stairs."
> "Well obviously! That's what he was going for. Downstairs is nothing but underground tunnels and secret passage ways."
> Oh that was cool.
> Wait what?
"Seriously?"
> "Mhm, he had been paranoid of some things... but it was justified, he was a rather big figure."
> Ah.
> You still didn't get it but poking further didn't seem to interest you right now.
> The two of you made a sharp turn.
> One thing you had noticed was that there was a distinct lack of windows in these hallways.
> Glancing upwards you catch a series of covered lightbulbs up and down the hallway.
> This place was like a horror movie hotel if anything.
"You have electricity here?"
> "Electricity?"
"Hmm, those lightbulbs. How come they don't work?"
> Spoops glanced upwards for a brief second before chuckling.
> "They're magic powered silly. Every month we would have a unicorn come and charge up our magic generator with a new spell."
> Fuck this planet.
"Alright..."
> You pause and sigh.
"Aside from hallways what else do you have?"
> "I don't really know... We have too many bathrooms, bedrooms, closets, walk-in closets, dress rooms, A dance room, Five other studies, a-"
> She began to fade into background noise as she continued on and on, listing off a seemingly impossible amount of rooms.
> Yeesh.
> Cleaning this place might take a lot longer than you had thought.
> “Mister-”
> Gathering cleaning surprise might not be as easy as you had thought.
> “Mister Anonymous...”
> Shit man, you would have a hell of a-
> You suddenly found yourself walking straight through Spoops.
> She had her fore-legs folded once more with a look of annoyance.
> “Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, fine, fine.”
> Get a hold of yourself, it wasn't like fighting your way out of tartarus.
> “Anyway, which rooms would you like to see first? They're all pretty big.”
“Hmmm… show me the Dance room.”
>>25883497
we must dance with spoops
>>25883497
> After a series of turns the two of you soon found yourselves in front of a thick door.
> You simply push past it and ignore the horrendous creak sounding throughout the air.
> As the two of you moved in you stop and simply nod your head.
> One of the more cleaner rooms, this room consisted of nothing but a mirrored, circular wall, a wooden floor, a table with a record player and a series of different records, and a lot of room.
> You let out another whistle.
"Neat palace."
> 'Place'
> Ignoring that you simply strut in and look around, multiple mirrored copies of yourself staring back.
> You move over to the record player.
"Why don't you use this thing?"
> You examine it carefully.
> "I can't really do much dancing when I don't have a lower body... It got boring doing the same moves over and over again."
> Hmmm.
> You tap it lightly.
"Magic powered?"
> "Mhm... though it uses less so it probably still works."
> You were already putting in a random record.
> Flicking the needle down you flip up the switch and wait.
> The vinyl disc began to spin as you watched silently.
> Suddenly a groovy jive sputtered on, a group of mares singing in the background.
> Oh.
> You quite liked this.
> You bow your upper body and snap your fingers along, eventually breaking into a goofy shuffle.
"Dance with me."
> "I-I'm good."
> Where as usually it sounded as if she were let down she sounded rather amused by your antics.
"Your loss."
> You spin around and let out a high pitched 'oh!'
> The music echoed all around the room as you shuffled around.
> Spoops decided to get comfortable.
> It went on like this for what felt like hours, you dancing around like a deranged idiot and switching music whenever you got tired of it.
> It kept her entertained, earning a couple of giggles or hearty laughs every once in awhile.
"Come on!"
> She simply shook her head.
> “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“Bah!”
> You somehow managed to moonwalk to the record player.
>>25883702
> Twirling around you pull the needle up.
"Dancing alone isn't fun."
> "You seem to ignore that fact."
"Come on, I can pick out something slower."
> A low chuckle was all you got in response.
> "Mister Anonymous, it's fine. I'm fine-"
"You're gonna dance with me anyway girl."
> You dig through the records.
"Whether you like it or not."
> With your smile growing wider you pull out a random track.
"Fairies and Roses, that sounds slow!"
> "That's not really-"
> Ignoring her you pull out the disc and practically slam it on the record player.
> She was going to dance.
> You turn to her with your smile growing all the more morbid and wicked.
> She simply gulped in response.
> "I-It's okay... I'm kind of tired anyway, now if you don't mind-"
> Before she could finish you had already cleared the room.
> You loomed over her menacingly as a violin began to play in the background.
> She simply shivered in her nonexistent boots as her impending doom began to descend on her.
> Pulling her by the hoof you lead her into a twirl.
> Leaning forwards you catch her with your other arm, giving her a wry smile.
"ROULETTE!"
> "What?"
> You suddenly twirled the two of you around the room, leading her around the edges of it.
> By now the music had begun to speed up, a series of instruments now playing over the violin.
> Oh shit.
> You had to match tempo.
> You began to twirl faster and faster.
> Spoops opened her mouth to say something but you simply silenced her by lifting her over your head.
“Ssshh mon cherry.”
> “Cherry!?”
> You pull her back down in a cradling motion as the music began to move even faster than before.
> Shit, you couldn't ruin this.
> You began to move around the room in compliacted dance moves inhumanely fast.
> All Spoops could do in your onslaught of charm and body-movement was simply mutter 'slow down.'
> That went ignored.
>>25833712Please tell me there us lewd ghost pone art
>>25883812
> Finally you broke away from her, the two of you moving towards the middle of the dance room.
> Grabbing her withers tightly you use all of your force to throw her into a wild tornado of a spin.
> The music, having reached its crescendo complimented your next move.
> As Spoops twirled around herself uncontrollably you hop down and began to kick your legs out in either direction, your arms folded tightly over your chest.
> Her shaky scream soon turned into a bout of laughter as she began to twirl around the room.
> Did you put too much force behind that?
> Nah.
> You suddenly leap up and throw all of your limbs outwards.
"OI!"
> Falling back into the same traditional Russian dance you continue on.
> And suddenly.
> With an abrupt blow of a trumpet the music stopped.
> You halt your dance and straighten up, catching the spinning apparition.
> You simply held her in place as she slowly stopped spinning, a fit of giggles hanging from her.
> "That was fun!"
"Uh doy! That's what I was tryna' say earlier."
> You move over to the record played and remove the record.
> Glancing back at her your smile took on the same appearance as earlier.
"Another?"
> She clapped her hooves together gleefully.
> "Of course!"
> The two of you went on like this for you didn't even know how long.
> But you had ended up having quite a bit of fun from the experince.
> And seeing her face filled with such joy.
> The way her eyes would bounce when she laughed…
> Snap out of it.
> You literally just met like what? A couple of hours ago?
> This wouldn't fly.
> You simply ignore the feeling and cut the music.
> “Aw, why'd you stop it?”
“Night should be rolling around any second now. I've got to prep for my run, I am gathering supplies tonight.”
> You pocket your hands once more.
“Tell me Spoops, what books do you like?”
> She smiled softly.
> “Whatever you can bring back.”
> Hmm…
> Whatever you could bring back huh?
>>25883940
> Unlike last night this night wasn't plagued by a heavy thunderstorm.
> Which will good for most others wasn't so much for you.
> A clear night was a bad night when you were a monster.
> Why do you think most of them came out at night?
> You had already said your goodbyes to Spoops before heading out.
> It was funny when she thought you were leaving for good, like a small pup or something.
> You trudge down the dark, twisted path, ignoring the crisp, cool air of the night.
> You glance up at the clear sky.
> A half moon tonight, you wouldn't need to worry about it tonight.
> It being the ritual to destroy your head.
> At first it only slightly bothered you whenever you saw a full moon, but now it the prospect of one terrified you.
> You didn't want to go now for some odd reason, whatever it may be.
> Now you knew how tennant felt.
> You slip into some thick shrubbery.
> You had a vague idea of where you were going, you had seen a big castle smack in the middle of the town.
> Spoops mansion was on the outskirts of the town, allowing you to round around the town.
> Something about the clear night just didn't settle right with you at the moment.
> Oh well.
> You make your way through the foilage and suddenly stop.
> You didn't know if you were right or not but you could've swore you just heard voices.
> “-'s the truth Rainbow!”
> Shit!
> You duck into the bushes as the light of a flashlight swept over the area you just had been.
> Focusing as much as you could you forced your light to dim down enough to effectively peer from the bushes.
> “What?” A scratchy voice inquired.
> “Thought' ah saw somethin'...guess not.”
> “Well stay on your hooves AJ. I'm pretty sure we're patrolling the outskirts cos' that's where it is.”
> “Tha' big bad' monster?” A snort followed by a curt laugh came from one of the mares. “Ah'd love to see what it has, we've taken on much worse than some fool wearing a pumpkin.”
> “Pfft, yeah we have!”
>>25884107
> Suddenly two mares came into your field of sight, the orange one grasping the torch with one of her hooves somehow.
> For some reason seeing them made you...
> Angry.
> Like incredibly so.
> If you didn't know better you would go as far as to say you hated them.
> "I'm just saying, a little bit of Dash magic and this would all be over with. We pull the pumpkin off, reveal some dumb Minotaur playing a prank, and go on home. If they would just let me search some houses."
> "Nah, it's also a matter of privacy. Ah' doubt it's that hard to spot a Minotaur with a pumpkin on its head anyway."
> The rainbow pegasus let out a small laugh.
> "Yeah, yeah. Hey I think I see something over there."
> The two trotted past your hiding spot, heading for whatever it was they saw over there.
> Shit.
> This sucks.
> That meant you would have to pull out and retreat.
> ...
> No.
> You would get Spoops her books.
> At least that much.
> You slowly slip from the bushes, working to make as little sound as possible.
> Keep the light dim...
> You turn and start heading away from where the mares had headed.
> Suddenly a light swept over you, stopping upon your back.
> "Hey!"
That's all I can do for now. Anyway pastebin here: http://pastebin.com/59CvkJTc
Boo!
B-bump
>>25884665
Gotta try harder than that!
>>25883824
Two pics that I know of...
bump up the jam, bump it up!
>>25886211
Bump it up, B-B-Bump it up.
boop
>>25887743
Spoop?
Continuity bamp
I want to see ghost pone watch in horror thing pone wreaking havoc. She can't do anything because she is a ghost unable to touch/move objects, unable to prevent other ponies since only thing pone can see her.
Jack-O-Lantern writefag here, hope you guys were able to enjoy Christmas. Anyway, I'm not going to be able to write until late night today and tomorrow. So here's to hoping the other guys hop on and work their stories.
>>25890798
Been loving it so far. I will try to write some today, but I've said that before and failed to deliver. Life is hella busy these days, but I've got today off... So I'll see if I can get my other stuff done fast enough to write some.
Also hope your Christmas was good too!
>>25890798
I'll keep the thread alive if nothing else.
Also really digging your story right now.
Musical Bump
https://soundcloud.com/xylo100/afterlife
I'll bump your shit up
Lump
Well I wrote more today... just not enough for a real update.
Jack-O-Lantern writefag here, going to start shortly, just need to finish a couple of things up.
>>25896632
Bruh, I know how it is to have a conflicting schedule, just take it slow and let the others pop out some stories.... if any other writefags show up, we're pretty dead right now.
>>25860942
Very beginning of the green.
>>25884198
Where we last left off.
> You freeze in place, your whole body going rigid.
> Crap...
> "Put your hands up slowly bub!" The pony known as 'Dash' shouted.
> You don't even bother complying.
> There was two ways this could go down.
> You co-operate and probably get destroyed and thrown back in whatever grave you crawled from.
> Or you scare the bejeebus out of these ponies.
> Option B it was.
> You simply stand still among the light.
> Focusing your face began to warp once more.
> It smoothed over to the simple surface of a pumpkin.
> And stayed like that.
> "Didn't ya' hear her!? Put yer' hands up."
> "That's a strange lookin' Minotaur..." Dash muttered.
> "He fits the description Twi gave us though..."
> You stay in place.
> The night seemed to grow all the more silent.
> "H-Hey..."
> She was hesitating.
> Good, it meant you were creeping them out.
> You stay stiff as a log, ignoring any urge to move from your spot.
> The light shifted until the girls were in front of you, having moved in a wide berth to keep caution.
> "S-Stop that you freak!"
> "Dash!" The orange pony shouted.
> "Come here!"
> You simply stayed silent as she rocketed forwards, a rainbow blur headed directly for you.
> She stopped just inches from crashing into you and gave a fierce growl.
> "Come on bub! Stop playing games, we know you're messin' with us!"
> She suddenly grabbed the edges of your pumpkin.
> POP!
> Dash flew backwards.
> She crashed into the orange one, the two of them tumbling over each other.
> With a shared groan they halted a couple of feet away from your body.
> "S-See..." Dash managed to grunt through her pain.
> "Easy and simp-"
> She stopped as her eyes laid upon your headless body.
> "le..."
> You stepped forwards.
> "What the hay!"
> Dash scrambled over the orange one.
> The orange one simply watched in disbelief as you took another slow, painful step.
>>25897919
> You didn't move your arms up like a zombie.
> You didn't shuffle or stagger.
> You simply kept up a steady pace towards the girls, each step emphasizing your already intimidating gait.
> Dash sputtered and stumbled trying to get away from you.
> The orange one simply watched in mild shock as you continued forward.
> While they were distracted with your body you had already begun something else.
> Dash had been oblivious to your wicked smile forming back on the pumpkin.
> Before she could look down you simply let out a long cackle.
> Dash screeched like a rabid banshee and monkey lovechild before dropping your head.
> You simply picked it up and put it back on.
"Here comes the chopper to chop off your head."
> You reach into your coat.
> The two girls shared a terrified look.
"But do not worry for soon you'll be dead."
> You emphasize your point by swinging out a large sickle from under the coat.
> A rather pleasing swinging sound accompanied its reveal.
"Chop, chop, chop goes the rhyme."
> Your smile grew so wide it practically stretched all around the pumpkin.
"Time to harvest...those who did the crime."
> You flip the sickle, the moonlight bouncing off of it.
> The two girls let out a horrified cry so loud it would put a screaming siren to shame.
> In less than a second they were gone, galloping down the path as fast as the could.
> The lit flashlight still spun in place from their departure.
> With a relived sigh you slip the sickle back into your coat.
> You would never use it to hurt somebody, all it was for was making your way through foilage.
> And added effect of a scare.
> Seriously you were getting too good at this.
> Your sigh turned into a curt chuckle as you watched the trails of dust disappear.
> You simply continue down your path.
> You would have to be extra careful now, those girls would probably have everybody on high alert.
>>25898031
> For some reason accusing the ponies of something seemed to terrify them the most.
> Most of the time you would add an accusing finger or verbally accuse them of something.
> Scared the crap out of them.
> You ignore the feeling and continue on.
> Most of your trek through Ponyville had been rather uneventful.
> A couple of searching guards here and there but otherwise you stuck to the back areas and alleyways, simply opting to keep out of trouble.
> Despite your care and worry you still felt as if you weren't safe enough sometimes.
> The guards were abundant tonight.
> More so than they were last night, it felt like security was tripled around here.
> But despite all that you now found yourself here, in the middle of two houses staring directly at the castle.
> And that wonderful library full of multiple books.
> Yes...
> Despite security being thick all over the town it seemed thinner here, seemingly only two guards at the front doors.
> Good, though looks could be deceiving.
> That was an important lesson you learned the hard way.
> You watch as they stood stiff as boards, staring forwards blankly.
> Waiting was nothing to you, you still had a good six or five hours until the sun rose.
> There were no switch offs, movement, or simple scans.
> It seemed as if they were confident that you weren't aiming for the castle.
> Lucky you.
> Now how to get past those two guards…
> Charging them spouting gibberish like a madman wouldn't work as you were too far away for it to take any real effect.
> They would simply ready those long, pointy spears for battle.
> A more subtle approach like scaring the two would be smarter but harder to pull off.
> Or perhaps you could sneak around and see if there's an entrance in the back.
"Oh how I wish this was a CYOA..."
> You glance around before grimacing.
"Well... what do you guys think? Subtle or sneak?"
>>25898333
> All you got in response was an onset of crickets.
> Right...
> It felt as if everyday you grew a little bit more mad.
"Hm, I really should've thought that through before going all Dora the Expl-"
> "I think I hear something over there."
> Fuck both options because here they come.
> You grunt in response and sink deeper into the area.
"Okay..."
> It seemed as if one of them was coming your way to take care of you.
> Little did he know of the tricks you had hidden up your sleeve.
> You press yourself against the wall.
> The heavy falls of hooves against the ground was all that greeted you for the time being.
> Wait for it...
> "Who's there, by the order of the Royal Guard you are to-"
> Now.
"Oooohhh.... Who's there?"
> Your voice was no longer hollow and echoing but rather a solid, stiff imitation of an elderly women.
"If somepony here to help? I've fallen and I can't get up."
> "Where are you?"
"Help me! I'm right in between these houses!"
> You wait as the hoof falls fell heavier.
> "How may I help-"
> Just as the white stallion clad in golden armor came around the corner you leaned forwards.
> He got a ill-welcomed shock as you began to laugh in his face.
> He went rigid before his eyes rolled in the back of his head.
> For a guard trained to face the toughest ordeals he dropped like a fly, one leg still twitching in the air.
> Wow... it took a lot more to scare those girls.
> "Report, did you find anything?"
> Your smile became a little bit more... evil.
> Mimicking the guards voice perfectly you simply open your mouth.
"Yes... come here."
> You push past the castle doors and drop the two unconscious guards roughly against the floor.
> Crystal...everything greeted you at the entrance.
> Ignoring that and searching for any semblance of a library you simply move down the hall and glance around.
> Nothing there.
> Nope.
> Nadda.
> Zip.
> Nyet.
> Negative.
> This was getting tedious to be honest.
>>25898498
Oh shit. You were serious?
I feel like a dick now.
>>25898549
Oh no, It was a legitimate joke, a dry one but a joke. Did it come off as serious?
>>25898498
> Whoever owned this castle must be a really pretentious person.
> Err...pony.
> And with that being said you found yourself growing all the more tired of the constant glittering this place was doing.
> Vague memories of this place poked at the back of your mind but other than a slight memory, nothing seemed to come forth from this little trip.
> Ignoring the feeling you found yourself pushing past two large doors and stepping into a large council-like room.
> Luckily for you, nobody was there to shout at you or blast you into tiny, little bits.
> You take a look around before grunting.
> Wait a minute...
> You stop on the decor of the roof, a bunch of roots with strange gems catching your eye.
> Stepping forward you scan over the gems, each one holding a picture of six rather familiar ponies.
> Oh hey look there was the orange one and Dash.
> And...
> An Alicorn princess?
> Followed by a pink pony, a yellow pegasus, a white unicorn...
> You felt as if you were looking at a big conglomeration of someones life plopped right in front of you.
> It seemed to be the purple Alicorn as that was who appeared the most in these things…
> …
“Twi-light...”
> Saying that name made your blood boil for some reason.
> You shake the growing feeling of anger off and whirl around.
> You needed to get out of here and find the library, you know for a fact that the town brochure said this place was a library to.
> Pushing past the doors and stumbling out you shake the feeling of being watched off.
> Now where would the library be…
> You scan the hallway until stopping on your hard left, a large door labeled 'library' smack in front of you.
> Oh…
> You simply step into those doors and take a look around.
> Whoa…
> Spoops would have her fair share of reading material if your eyes weren't deceiving you right now.
>>25898648
>Oh no, It was a legitimate joke, a dry one but a joke. Did it come off as serious?
Oh. Sorry. Was hard to tell over the internet.In actuality, either I'm retarded or I've seen too much shit like that that's serious to take it as a joke.
>>25898648
Something's fucky is going on with my computer. Going to have to stop here for the night, also does anybody know what is up with pastebin? I'm also having strange things happen with that too...
