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>Oh dear Nerull your head

>Where have you been to garner this headache?

>Matter of fact, why can't you remember anything past puppeting discord into position?

>You try to look down, but you're frozen.

>You can't move anything.

>You can see though, and Ponyville looks normal again

>Well, only one way to find out what went wrong.

>Astral projection, Activate!

>... uhm, this is when you jump out of your body, damn it.

>Hello? Magic, are you going to do shit?

>Well, fuck.

>Your rage is building.

>Discord was turned to stone.

>You're now paralyzed

>It would seem that you didn't yank control of discord in time, and the blast ran right into you as well.

>But doesn't the blast only affe-

>Oh right, you're a moralless, self-serving, heartless Lich who's murdered millions for no reason other than to stave off boredom.

>Quantified evil. Acceptable target. Fire at will.

>Well, you've never been stone before. This'll be a new experience. Hey, maybe you'll even enjoy it!

>... yeah fuck that

>You take stock of what you can do. Your last stance was one of holding your hands out, controlling the strings.

>Now you're a diabolical statue.

>Fuckthatnoise.

>You've got no choice but to wait until you can gain control over your fascili-

>No, seriously, the fuck's that noise?

>There's a crash, and you realize it's something slamming into you. That had better not be Fluttershy.

>What is that silly bitch up to now? Going to rape your rock-hard boner?

>It's funny because-

>No, serious. Focus. How to escape.

>You beat Nerull at his own game. You can beat the Elements too. They defeated you once, you should know what to do.

>Wait...

>Last time, the power of friendship banished you from your plane.

>Now, you're incased in rock.

>And rocks cast shadows.

>It's a good thing you have nothing better to do, you'll have to wait till night now.

>Night falls soon enough.

>Most ponies look at you oddly, but otherwise ignore you.

>You're going to enjoy ripping the life from their corpses once you're free.

>Asshole pones. Not a shred of dignity for the Undead.

>You're pretty sure that Derpy even sent you facefirst into the ground.

>"Hey, where's anon?"

>"I'm not sure. Haven't seen him all day."

>Oh you blind fools. Don't make me come over there and kick your ass.

>"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him all week."

>When was the last time he was in town?"

>Right fucking now you idiot horses.

>"Huh, what's with the statue there?"

>Thank Melliflier, you're gonna get out of here.

>"Dunno, I bet Anon commisioned it."

>Oh fuck you dude.

>Four hours later, sun is finally setting.

>You can feel your shadow beginning to gain enough control to examine your surroundings, but you don't need to.

>"Hey Twilight, I'm headed over to Anon's tower. Gonna check on him, make sure he's all right."

>Rainbro, I am going to bake you a cake for this.

>Well.. Discover a spell to create cake, I guess.

>"Sure thing! Just let me finalize this letter to Celestia."

>"No, hurry up! I'm worried, that knight may have gotten to him or something!"

>Aw shit.

>You forgot about your Black knight sleeping in your basement.

>Shit, plans in possible collapse. Initiate panic mode.

>"You're just working yourself up, Dash. He could totally handle keeping that brute away."

>Yes, talk some sense into her.

>Sun's nearly set

>C'mon Luna, you were my favorite princess anyways!

>"But, but... What if he was caughht by surprise! You know, like the time he lost his arm to that ball?"

>Oh Nerull, you're never going to live that down, will you?

>"Fine, let's go."

>Damn it Twilight! I thought you were on our side!

>The sun's nearly set. In but a few moments...

>Your shadow lurches. There's no light to stave it off now, and it swallows the statue whole.

>It was so useful knowing how to shadow-dance.

>With a wretchi sound, your soul slips into the darkness, vacating your prison.

>Now, you have the problem of rebuilding your body in time to get Twilight and Dash to go away.

>If only there was some undead already animate to possess...

>If only someone was already undead.

>... Oh, right.

>Fluttershy's got some sickness that makes her look undead. And you've been inside her enough you doubt she'll mind.

>You've been battering down Fluttershy's will for the past three minuets.

>Damn this bitch got some balls on her.

>Soft-spoken, kind fluttershy won't even let a little old spirit of darkness in.

>How Celestia's-Banana's-Damned rude.

>Really, I'm hurt.

>I thought she was into this sort of thing.

>"Please mister ghosty spirit sir, just go away!"

>Nerull that insufferable whining.

>She's been trying to stuff you inside her for the last year or two, the cooky broad.

>This irony is hardly lost on you.

>"Please mister ghosty sir, if I can interject-"

>NO! I NEED YOUR BODY FLUTTERSHY!

>"But I'm sure Twilight could help you. Or maybe Anon, he's real smart."

>Oh, yeah. That's a great idea. I'll go ask myself for help in stopping Dash & Co. from uncovering my skeletons in the closet.

>Finally, something breaks. Her will buckles for a moment, and you're in.

"Terribly sorry about this, Fluttershy."

>It's her voice speaking, but it carries your learned accent.

"I really need your help, and you're the only one that can do anything to help me."

>FlutterAnon runs from the hut, your puppeteered thrall galloping at full speed. You're at a fraction of your power, damned statue must have captured the majority of it.

>As such, it's no surprise when she speaks aloud.

>"Anon? What are you doing to me? What's going on?"

>She lets out a frightened "Meep". You'd be more compasionate if she didn't rape you.

"You've developed a condition, due to the surge of negative energy from intercorse with myself and your own spring of possitive energy. Simply put, you're part undead, atleast for a short span after you force yourself upon me..."

>She shuts up.

>You hope this means the end of the rape attempts.

>In no time, you're at your tower. You keep from entering it, that would be susspicious.

>"Hey Fluttershy!"

>Nick of time. We scored.

>"Oh, hello Dash. Hello Twilight."

>This would be tricky. You can't take control, or else you'll give away that something's off. You got her here, she'll stall them.

>She visable shudders as you leave, slinking into your tower as a shadow under the moonlight, getting Twilights attention, which she casually passes off as just being your creepy house.

>Meanwhile....

>You got a knight to off.

>The knight's armor hasn't changed. Little rusted, but still looks the same.

>How in the Nine Hells are you gonna dispose of him unseen...?

>More important question, why are they inside so soon?

>Godomot fluttershy!

>Time, need more time to think...

>You direct your minion up the stair-case and hide him in a dresser, just as the Ponies come up into the room.

>Fluttershy looks nervous, Rainbow is scanning around, Twilight seems disgusted.

>"What is that smell? It smells like someone left a bunch of cabages to rot in the sun."

>Whoops. Sorry. That'd be me, and my walking cadaver. Don't mind us.

>Rainbow floats around the room, looking about. Fluttershy shuffles her feet.

>"Uhm, I don't think Anon would appreciate if we were in here. He's a very private... Thing."

>Fluttershy speaks truth. Listen to her.

>"Naah, it's not like he's hiding any skeletons in his closet."

>Too true. They're in my Dresser.

>"Dash is right. Anon is a good guy, he wouldn't have anything to hide."

>Shit, magic aura on the dresser's knobs.

>"OH

>"MAH

>"WINGS!"

>Twilight whirls around, looking at Dash. Dash is staring in abject horror at your desk, wings rigid.

>What did she see?! Was it the Geneticide spell? The Nill Cube schematics? Or was it-

>"Anon has two tickets to the wonderbolts show!"

>Okay. You seriously need to get better at reading Ponies.

>"He musta been saving them for his best bro, Rainbow Dash!"

>The Ponies chuckle, and shuffle out, none the wiser.

>You promptly have your knight jump out the window and run away to the Everfree to rot. That was more trouble than it was worth.

>A week later, you crawl out of your bed with a new body.

>This is the last time you hold something still for the Elements.

>Decide to pay a visit to the town, and ease any fears about your status.

>Half way to town, you feel it again; a rustling in your jimmies.

>To your surprise, it's fluttershy.

"Fluttershy, what are you-"

>Oh dear lord no, she's got that look in her eye.

>Abandon ship!

>"I didn't know you liked it rough, Anon."

>That sultry voice does not work with her demeanor

"I needed to get you to the tower. Nothing more."

>She's unconvinced.

"Fluttershy, I was not doing that as a sign of affection!"

>She blinks slowly, a wide smile on her face

>"As long as it was as good for you as it was for me."

>Singing slightly, she leaves you to stew in your horror.

>Oh dear Nerull, what unholy monstrosity have you created?