AN: Here's another chapter, and I don't know about you guys, but I think the quality of the chapters are starting to deteriorate, but I'll leave that up to y'all.

I don't own MLP, only Golden Ray, the Silence Being, and Stable.


Cold sweats were the first thing that Golden Ray noticed when he woke up, wiping his brow with a hoof. He gazed slowly around the room, blinking wildly as he tried to shake the events of last night away from his memories. The first thing he did once he recovered was look around for a book, one specific book.

He threw off the covers and found the book in question, a leather-bound book with his name etched in it. His journal. He opened it and flipped to the next empty page, and scrambled even more for a pencil that he could write with. He jumped out of bed in a frantic state and rushed around his abode to find a pencil, finally finding one at a small circle table by the door. Once that task was complete, he rushed to his journal and began to write;

"Something weird has come up, and I don't know how to explain it correctly, so if something sounds off Stable, I hope you can forgive me…" he tapped the pencil eraser to his muzzle to try and figure out the words he should write down, choosing them quite carefully. "It all started off with yesterday night, a dream…" Golden Ray shook his head and erased the sentence. "It happened during a dream I had last night, it was… interesting to say the least." Golden Ray nodded slightly at the sentence and continued writing, describing the events of the previous night, erasing anything he deemed not needed.

Throughout all of this, he felt as though something was watching him, sticking close to the shadows. So it was no wonder that Golden Ray kept on looking behind him as he wrote, the strange feeling in his stomach only growing. He pushed it aside, besides, he was almost done anyways. "Anyways, I hope you can help me out with this one Stable, I can't find anypony else to turn but you, so I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. From, Bass," he concluded, closing the journal slowly. "Please help me out with this one…" he murmured softly, sitting up from his bed and hopping off.

He rubbed his eyes, starting to feel extremely tired, what time was it anyways? He slowly made his way to a window and opened the curtains, seeing the sun just peeking over the horizon. He then turned his head to face the nearest clock. Five A.M. Too early for him.

"Let's just drop the journal off a t the postal service… then back to bed," he muttered to himself, turning around to grab his journal, then something changed. It got cold. Unnaturally cold. The silence in his home felt uncomfortable, just him and his hoofsteps filling the air. His walk became even slower as he made his way to his room to grab his journal, breathing becoming heavy.

'Well now, a journal, this should seem interesting…' he heard a voice say from his room, and his pupils widened as he recognized the cold air that was spewing from his room. How was it even here? Why was it here? 'Two hoofwritings eh? Two different ponies are writing on this one journal? Even better~" the voice cooed, making Golden Ray shiver even more.

"R-right… I gotta stop this!" Golden Ray said sternly, walking into the room with his head held up high, then regretted it as he felt something wrap around his legs and yank him towards the bed.

'Lookie here! You came, and here I was thinking my talking would go unnoticed, how're you holding up this morning my little plaything?' the being cooed again, Golden Ray swearing he saw it lick its lips. 'You're probably wondering how I'm here, well, I sensed the silence here and thought; 'Hey! Let's go check it out,' and here you are!'

Golden Ray only stayed silent, feeling the same thing that currently bound him slide up his body and wrap itself around his throat. 'Well, then I found this journal, and oh man, you were going to ask someone about me? You're crazy! I've never met somepony quite like you Golden Ray,' the figure laughed, a large smile on its face.

The thing that was crawling up Golden Rays body reached his face and gave it long strokes, Golden Ray breathing faster. "B-but why are you h-here?" he managed to choke out, "Why are you terrorizing me? Why not someone else?"

'Because you're the first one who hasn't died or fallen victim to insanity upon their discovery of me, you're something different, and I like that,' the being admitted. 'And I want to get to know you better, you got that?' The being said, the bounding substance sliding itself inside the mouth of Golden Ray

'Whether you like it or not.'