Title: Ghoulpone part 1 Author: Ghoulpone Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/U09nKy7w First Edit: Thursday 20th of August 2015 01:56:48 AM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 20th of August 2015 01:56:48 AM CDT >Finally moving into your own house in Ponyville. >You'd probably still be living out of Applejack's barn if the house wasn't so cheap. >Seriously, you could buy a bag of apples with the money you used to buy this house. >Oh well, their loss, your gain. >You sit down on the crappy old sofa that came with the house. >That's another odd thing, the house came with all its own furniture. >Not quite up to human size, but you'll live. >It's all old as hell too. >You hear a creaking down the halls >It's probably a rat or something, old cheap house has to have some drawbacks. >You take stock of everything in the living room, which includes two old worn couches, a coffee table, and an antique fireplace. >All pony sized of course, but the fireplace adds a nice touch. >Yeah, this is a nice house. >Suddenly knocking on the front door. >Oh boy. >Here we go. >You walk over and grab the doorknob. >3, 2, 1 >You open the door- >"HiAnonhowareyouisthehousegoodareyoureadytohaveahousewarmingpartyohIcan'twaitforahousewarmingpartywithcakeandicecreamandinviteeveryponyinPonyvilletohelpyoufeelwelcomeinyournewhouse-" >You close the door. "1, 2, 3," >You open the door- >"-andisn'titweirdhowtheyonlysellquillsandsofasofallthingsImeanI'veseensomesillythingsbutthat'sjustsillywillybilly- >She's still going. "Pinkie." >"-Ialwaysthoughtthatraisenswouldn'tgoverywellwithoutmealsowhenshesaidoutmealraisenIsaid-" "Pinkie." >It's not that you don't like here, it's just... >Okay, yeah, you hate her. >You're a laid back kind of guy, you don't like much excitement. >She has a literal metaphysical element showing her connection to excitement. >Wait, you think she's slowing down. >"-soI'llsetthepartyfornextweekonMondaysoyoucangetsettledintoyournewhomalrightNonny?" "Sure." >You have no idea what she said. >"Alright! See you next week for the party!" >wut >And off she bounces, back to her throne of diabeetus and insulin. >So apparently you have a party scheduled for next week. >You really should be used to this, but hell it's only your...first monthy? Late fourth week? Something-in horseland. >You didn't bother keeping track. >Oh well, that's enough excitement for one day for you. >It's getting pretty late anyways, settling things with the previous house owners took most of the day and by the time you came to check out your new home it was evening. >You walk down the hallway, ducking a bit to avoid hitting the ceiling. >You're gonna have to fix that. >You enter the bedroom. >Ratty bed, ratty sheet, ratty blanket. >Better than applehorse's pile of hay. >You get undressed, shake the layer of dust off the sheets, and slip into bed. >It'll take some work, but now you've got your own home. >As you drift to sleep, you hear a creaking down the hall and see a glimpse of white just as you know no more. >Wake up. >Something seems off. >Feels like you've got a heavy pillow or something on top of you. >You open your own eyes, and stare into a pair of mismatched, almost tortured eyes. >You blink and it's gone. >Weight's gone too. >Weird. >You get up from the bed and look around. >Might be just you, but the bedroom seems a bit cleaner than yesterday. >Go take care of your morning stuff. >Get dressed. >You're ready for the day. >Or as ready as you'll ever be without coffee. >Can't afford coffee yet, the house may have been cheap but it still cost you nearly everything you had. >Applejack was your boss, and for the first three weeks you worked for her for free since you crashed into her apple barn when you arrived. >Damn apple horse. >If you remember correctly, you've got a meeting with Twilight today so no work at the farm. >That should be around late noon, so you're free to do basically whatever you'd like until then. >Out of curiosity, you open the guestroom door. >The dinner plate-sized spider stares inquisitively back at you from its web inches away from your face. >You close the door calmly and gently. >... >Maybe you should clean up around the house, make sure there aren't any other nasty surprises. >You might also want to barricade that particular room. >Well, the living room sounds like a great place to start cleaning. >... >The thing practically had a health bar! >By the time you finish up, it's about noon. >Not like you can tell anyways. >Ratty and old this place may be, but the window shutters outright repulsed sunlight! >No more morning sunbeam to the face for you! >You pull your convenient bag of trash, dust, refuse, and pieces of broken wood off to the side. >This place is even worse off than it looked. >But you're not one to give up on a challenge. >You will make this house into a livable home or so help you your name isn't Anon! >Alright, so you've finished cleaning up the living room-but you've still got work to actually repairing parts of the flooring, some of the wall, the wobble leg on the coffee table, etc.-now it's time to go see Twilight! >Several Hours Later >You walk back inside your home, slamming the door behind you. >Meh, you're too tired to care. >Who knew that being grilled on human history, and desperately leading bookhorse away from even thinking to ask about human wars, would be so tiring? >On top of that you still have the kitchen, dining room, hallway, bathroom- >House's clean. >The house, which before had paint peeling on the walls and bits of debris here and there, is perfectly clean. >You check every room you can except Spidy's room-oh god you named it-and it's all perfectly clean. >Still needs a good coat of paint and some replacement wood for some broken down parts, but all the rot and debris is gone. >Okay, now your suspicious. >First there's the creaking. >Then that weird wake-up hallucination. >Now this? >You're not that oblivious. >But this is ponyland, so how should you do this... "Hey, thanks for cleaning up the house for me. Mind coming out to meet me?" You call out. >You here a creaking down the hallway, approaching slowly. >Suddenly you hear her from behind you. >"H-hello." >You spin around and stare at...her? >You're pretty sure it's a her. >One eye looks like two eyes have fused inside it, the other's constantly bleeding. >Her black hair and white coat are both ratty and wild, yet somehow also flowing. >Her mouth's split open on the bottom jaw, drooling slightly and revealing countless fangs within. >There's a huge gash in the center of her barrel, you can even see her ribcage through it! "Holy shit, are you okay?!" >She flinches back, curling in on herself. >Shit. >You drop down on your knees, holding your arms open to be as nonthreatening as possible. "Hey, it's okay, I was just surprised. Can you tell me your name?" >She looks at you with her bleeding eye, and relaxes slightly. >"O-Onro." >Shy one, isn't she. >Keep talking nice, calmly, and slowly. "Hey Onro, thank you for cleaning up the house for me." >"I-its nothing." >Now go in for the kill. >You reach out and pet her gently, and after freezing up for a second she starts leaning into your hand. >She closes her bleeding eye as you pet around her ear, smiling at you as her tongue lolls out through the split in her jaw. >Creepy, but adorable. "So how long have you been here Onro?" >She sighs and nuzzles your hand as you scratch behind her ear and gently says "Since I died." >wat.jpg >You freeze petting her until she gives you a pleading look, then absently continue. >Okay, this is way out of your expertise at this point. >Was to begin with, really. "So what exactly are you, anyway?" >You pet down her back, and feel hard nubs along the sides of her spine. >She opens her eyes and smiles at you >"I'm a ghoul, and thanks for petting me Anonymous." >You blink and suddenly she's gone. >Okay, this is getting stranger by the minute. >At least she's good at cleaning.