Scream: MLP

The phone rang. The flowing, semi-merged sequence of monotone beeps stole Carrot Top's attention from her popcorn. Trotting over to the machine, she carefully picked up the white rectangular object and held it up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Who am I speaking to?"

"Who are you looking for?"

"What number is this?"

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know."

"I'm afraid I think you might have the wrong number."

"Apparently."

"Well, good bye."

Carrot Top frowned, wondering who the owner of the deep stallion's voice was. The phone in her hoof began ringing again. She frowned at it, picking up again.

"Hello?"

"Hello again."

"You called the wrong number and so you just called it again?"

"I wanted to apologize."

"Apology accepted. Bye!"

"No, wait!"

"What?"

"You never told me your name."

"No, I don't think so."

Carrot Top shook her popcorn, listening to the 'shuka-shuka' of the kernels inside.

"What was that?"

"Popcorn."

"I only eat popcorn at the movies."

Carrot Top walked away from her popcorn, grabbing the movie in her teeth before walking into her living room and setting it on top of her TV.

"Well, I'm about to watch a video."

"Really? What?"

"Just some scary movie."

"Do you like scary movies?"

"Yes."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Carrot Top thought it over with a faint smile.

"I'm not sure."

"Come on, what's the first thing that comes to mind?"

"Umm… Halloween! You know, the one with a guy in a white mask that kills the baby-sitters?"

"Michael."

"Yes! Michael. What's yours?"

"Guess."

"Okay…Nightmare on Elm Street."

"That's the one with guy with claws on his hands, right?"

"Yep! Freddy!"

"Ah yes, Freddy Krueger."

"So am I right?"

"Maybe. Are you alone in the house?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not at the moment."

"Would you like one?"

"Is that an offer?"

"Only for a date."

"Okay, Mr. Mysterious, but I still don't know your name."

"And I don't know yours."

"Why do you want to know my name?"

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at."

Carrot Top, who had been smiling previously, froze, smile vanishing as her blood chilled.

"What?"

"I said I want to know who I'm talking to."

She looked out her back doors, locking them and searching for a movement, a face, anything to clue her into whether or not someone was really outside her house.

"That's not what you said."

"Oh, c'mon. One slip of the tongue-"

"I'm hanging up."

"YOU HANG UP ON ME YOU'LL DIE, BITCH!"

Carrot Top froze, terror seizing her muscles.

"I-I'm calling the cops!"

"No you're not. You're going to play a game with me."

"NO! I won't!"

"Ah, come on. Please? It'll be fun! So what do you say? Huh? Orange mane." The last part was hissed viciously.

She slammed the phone down and ran through the house, locking all the doors. Her breathing slowed as she walked back towards the kitchen, fear still controlling her actions.

The phone rang.

Carrot Top screamed but grabbed the phone and answered anyway.

"What?" she sobbed, terrified of the voice on the line.

"I told you not to hang up on me." The voice was calm again. And cold. Dangerous.

"You better get the FUCK out of here because my boyfriend is coming over and when he gets here he's going to kick your ASS!"

The stallion chuckled.

"I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend?"

"I lied! And he's on the Winter Wrap-up clearing team so get away!"

"His name wouldn't happen to be…Caramel, would it?"

Carrot Top sobbed once, shock setting in.

"How do you know that?"

"Turn on your patio lights."

Carrot Top shakily complied, covering her mouth when she saw what was sitting outside. Caramel sat tied to a chair, mouth gagged and unable to move. He was trying to, obviously trying to yell her name through his muzzle. Carrot Top sank to the floor, crying.

"Let's play a game, shall we?"

"NO! Just go away!" Carrot Top wailed desperately.

"Then I guess its Caramel's last scene!" Caramel's eyes widened as he shook furiously.

"NO! Leave him alone!"

"So that means you're playing?"

"Yes, yes, just don't hurt Caramel!"

"Good. Turn off all the lights."

Carrot Top did what she was told, forcing herself into a corner and crying.

"It's a simple question and answer game. If you answer correctly, you live. If you don't, you die. Ready to play?"

Carrot Top shook, terror building.

"Look, I'll even give you a practice question. Who was the killer in Halloween?"

"I-I-I don't-"

"Come on. It's your favorite, remember?"

Carrot Top took a deep calming breath and answered, "Michael Myers."

"Good, good! Now it's time for the real question. Who was the killer in Friday the Thirteenth?"

"JASON!"

"Wrong answer!" he growled.

Anger overtook Carrot Top's fear.

"No, that's right! I'VE SEEN THAT MOVIE THIRTY TIMES!"

"Then you should know that the original killer was Jason's mother!"

Carrot Top froze, tears leaking down her face.

"You tricked me."

"Okay, fine. You get one more question, one more chance to live. Unfortunately, Caramel is out of options."

"NO!" Carrot Top screamed, jumping up as a horrifying ripping sound echoed over the phone. By the time she reached the door, the killer was gone and Caramel's insides were spilling out onto the floor.

Carrot Top turned and leaned against the wall, sobbing.

"Last question. Which door am I at?"

"Wh-what?"

"There are two main doors in your house, the front and the back. Which am I at?"

The back door, attached to the wall she was against, shattered as a chair smashed through it. Carrot Top screamed, turning and running for the front door. A figure in black charged her. It had on a bizarrely shaped mask, a white screaming face with the mouth stretched way out of proportion. The simple shape of the mask made it impossible to tell if it was a unicorn or not, while the fabric covering the back distorted the outline so wings, if there were any, was invisible.

The figure reared up, a knife held by a specialized glove, made by magic so the blade was retractable, and slashed at her. She ducked, avoiding the strike and running to the next room, and made it outside. Pressing herself against the wall, Carrot Top glanced in the window on her left. The killer was still there, looking around. Carrot Top looked around. There. Her parents were coming up the road, past the window to her left.

Carrot Top knew she only had one chance. She could die if she tried to run. She would die if she didn't. Risking another glance inside and seeing no one, Carrot Top crouched down and ran for the road. She opened her mouth to scream for help, only to have it come out as a gurgling gasp as the killer stabbed her from behind. She made it several more steps before it stabbed her again. Carrot Top fell, still alive as the killer began dragging her off; the phone was still in her grip.

Jet Set smiled at his wife Upper Crust, who was smiling as well. While their daughter may have chosen to live in a less than fabulous location, they both still loved her. He pushed open the door, calling, "Carrot Top! Honey, we're here!"

The lack of an answer worried both parents. Jet Set walked into the living room, finding burning popcorn. He cried out, stamping the flaming food out. Upper Crust screamed, pointing to the broken glass window. Jet Set ran up to her.

"Upper Crust, get a grip! I'll look upstairs, you call the police!" The female pony nodded, tears leaking from her eyes. She grabbed the phone and put it to her ear to hear faint moans of pain.

"I can hear her! Carrot Top, sweetie?" Jet Set ran back downstairs, and held his breath as the moans came from the phone.

Carrot Top was barely lucid. But she kept her grip on the phone as she was drug over the grass.

"Carrot Top? Honey, please answer me!"

A faint, all but inaudible growl preceded a crunch and static. The killer had found the phone.

Upper Crust put her hoof to her mouth, terror overtaking her expression. She turned and for the door, only to freeze, screaming, when she did. Hung from two trees by a rope around her neck was Carrot Top, blood running freely down her motionless corpse.