AN: This project was something of a comeback due to my not uploading anything within a few months, due to some motivation problems. Why keep on doing these things if I wasn't getting satisfaction from them? Well because I loved doing it so much, so this story is my official comeback. I want your guys opinions on it, so please leave a review!
Also, I sadly don't own MLP, only Golden Ray and the Silence Being in this story for now.
The silence was different.
It was normally warm. Comfortable and caring, able to make someone shudder with pleasure as it reached all throughout their body, wrapping around them as a snug blanket.
This time, however, it wasn't. It was dark and cold, feeling as though it could pierce the heart of anypony who dared come into contact with it. It could tear somepony to shreds in an instant, if not that, then it'll turn them insane.
This time was different. Rather than immediately being ripped to shreds by the darkness that surrounded him, he was able to walk around. He could look around and walk, walk in a relative sense. He could have the sensation of walking but never go anywhere. He was stuck, or not. He couldn't tell.
The cold was easy to feel though, it was everywhere. It engulfed his body like a wildfire, and he was the forest.
The cold wasn't unbearable, but it made him uncomfortable, he could easily live without the cold however, shifting around uncomfortably when he had to stop in hopes of warming up.
After a few minutes he could notice that not only was it getting colder, but he could also feel as if he was being watched, as if eyes from afar were being burnt into his body, the feeling was starting to become unnerving, much to the point that he could move no longer, only look around and breathe.
After a while, the feeling got stronger, then he heard it- hoofsteps. Hoofsteps that weren't his, as when he walked he could hear nothing, just the silence.
The steps got closer, soon he could tell whatever was coming up to him was just behind him, and he could feel a cold air be pressed on his back, making him shiver and groan slightly. Then he heard it, the being behind him spoke.
"Why aren't you dead yet?" That was a good question, why wasn't he dead yet? He either must have been being toyed with, or there was another reason to him not being dead.
"I… I don't know," he finally managed to answer, not bothering to turn his head in fear of what he might see. What did the figure even look like? "Frankly, I'm surprised I'm not dead yet either," he added with a chuckle, a faint smirk appearing on his face.
The cold air on his coat seemed to retreat, moving over to his side, and there he could get a good look at the being.
It was black, but light enough to be able to faintly make out the shape, and the eyes… the eyes were white, nothing but white. No pupil, no colour, just white. He could even make out small wisps of smoke coming out from the corner.
"Well, if you haven't died yet, there must be something special about you. At the very least you should've been turned insane," the figure hissed, cold air hitting the side of the stallions face as he was spoken to. "Pray tell, what is your name?"
"My name..? It is… it is simply Bass…" the stallion murmured, shivering a tiny bit.
The figure behind him let out a rumble. "No, it isn't don't try lying to me, I can have you freeze to death right now."
The stallion let out a quivering sigh, his head shaking. "But then you'll kill me either way, so it's a lose-lose situation…"
The figure once again let out another rumble. "Just tell your name boy! I might be merciful for only once," it hissed, the cold air hitting the stallion harder than before.
"A-alright.. My name is Golden Ray… promise." The shaky breaths he was letting out came out much quicker than he expected, closing his eyes tightly.
"Golden Ray eh? Well, good to know, I am the darkness that resides in most ponies, I can easily wipe you out, but I shan't, nor now. Tell me about you, the night is still a far aways from ending, so tell your story," the being whispered, peeling itself away from Golden, who was still shivering.
Golden thought about it, what would he tell this mysterious figure? If he was correct, this being would kill him if he didn't comply, but even if he did decide to start sharing his story, what would he tell? Could he just lie his way out? What if he left some parts that he did not want to tell out? What would ever happen? Would the being catch onto his deceit?
"W-well…" he began, trying to get a feel for whatever he wanted to tell. "I was born as Golden Ray, of course… and then I attended school, then I gained my cutie mark-"
"Tell me everything. What was your mark for? Who were your parents, what are you like? Your peers? I. Want. Everything," the being hissed, walking around Golden Ray quickly, his pale white eyes staring deep into the other stallions.
"R-right… w-well, I'm… Golden Ray, my parents are.. Parents are…" Golden Ray began to panic, his breathing became quick and his eyes darted back and forth in hopes of finding something to comfort him. He failed.
The being noticed that his little plaything was beginning to panic, so he sighed, shaking his head. "Listen, let me make it easier, no need to tell me about your parents, but everything else still stands. What's your cutie mark and how did you get it?"
Golden Ray began to calm down a bit, shaking his head to try and clear it of the massive clutter of things that was taking up his thoughts. "W-well my cutie mark i-is a microphone with a n-note on it, and I g-got it wh-when I started to s-sing," Golden Ray said, closing his eyes tightly.
"A singer eh? Well, that certainly is interesting, continue."
"U-um, I was ridiculed a bit after I got my cutie mark, y'know? Many stallions are g-getting cutie marks for… y-know… stallion-like stuff, like c-construction…"
The being let out a scoff. "Well, that's only their opinion, continue- wait, don't the night is ending quite soon. How fast the night can go when we're having fun, maybe I'll come back tomorrow night for some more fun," it said with a lick of it's lips, causing Golden Ray to shiver once more.
"R-right, o-okay then…" he replied, shaking away his fears.
The figure didn't respond, but walked off until the hoofsteps could no longer be heard, leaving Golden Ray confused, but joyful to be alive. If he played his cards right, maybe he wouldn't die to this strange being.
