Title:           Pumpkins and Spirits - Ghost Waifu X Anon
Author:          DrMel
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/59CvkJTc
First Edit:      Thursday 24th of December 2015 10:43:05 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 27th of December 2015 01:48:26 AM CDT

> 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.
> 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
> 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.
> 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.
> 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.
> 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...
 
> 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.
 
> 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.
> 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.
"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.
"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."
> 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...
 
Day 2
 
> 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.”
> "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.”
> 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.
> 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.”
> 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.”
> 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 on wards, Spoops digging through some old memories.
 
"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.”
> 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.
> 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.
> 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?
 
> 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!”
> 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!"
> 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.
> 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.
> 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?"
> 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.
 
> 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.