Sunset Shimmer had a long miserable day. In fact her life has been utterly miserable for almost lately No, her life didn't turn into monotonous cycle of dull activities. In fact it was the opposite of that. She massaged her forehead, thinking about it made her brain hurt.

Her eyes lingered around her apartment. It was a mess. Clothes were piled in random places, her bed was undone, cans of beers scattered around the floor, and the whole place smelled like cigarette smoke.

She was sitting on the floor, with nothing but her undergarments on, her back pressed against her closet. It was filled with scratches and cracks as if something had repeatedly bashed itself against it.

She sighed a heavy sigh. Her body was heavy, as if the weight of the world was pressing itself against her. Mocking her existance, she supposed. Her eyes felt heavy as well. It was nothing new. Suffering from insomnia and driven into sleep-deprivation would surely leave its mark. But she didn't care about her appearance anymore. She knew she looked unwell. She knew she was unwell and she wasn't hiding it.

She mindlessly picked the pack of cigarettes beside her and put one in her mouth. She put her lighter at the tip and set the thing on fire. She sucked the cool minty air and exhaled it out in her system, watching the smoke as it danced in space.

It was almost midnight, but her body failed to correspond to the call of slumber. She wasn't surprised. She figured she could just finish the entire pack and once she's done, she would go out on her bike and buy some more maybe with the beer on the side. She liked the idea so she continued smoking in peace. She closed her eyes and tried to feel the atmosphere she was in. She savored the tranquility the universe had given her, because she knew that at any moment it would just ruin the peace and shit on her just like everyday.

What was the point of this? She asked herself this question every once in a while. She had no one else to blame for what's happening to her and that's what made it annoying. She felt like the saddest shit ever to walk on planet Earth. Funny, she wasn't always like this. She was a good friend. A loyal, smart, and forgiving one. She didn't like the idea of getting wasted like a sack of rotten food. She was built for greatness. She was supposed to be out there, going on adventures with her friends, acing her college classes and getting that glorified degree. She was supposed to be the role model to other people because she taught them that it's not too late for redemption and changing for the better.

But out of nowhere, the universe said, "Fuck that!" and then things went downhill for her. Everything started to suck like a cruelly "bad omen, as she liked to put it. Getting sucked into an endless loop of madness was extremely aggravating in her own handling. It distracted her to the point when she was barely clinging into her own sanity.

Then, a voice came.

Sunset eventually realized that she was no longer good around the people she cared about. She was that one toxic person capable of ruining lives. And what better way to prevent that than removing herself from their lives and disappear for good? She did absolutely just that.

And here she was, doomed for the rest of who knows when.

"For all eternity, of course."

The voice said. That annoying childlike voice that always pestered her entire being into the brink of insanity.

"We haven't even had our real fun yet." The voice chuckled.

She ignored it and continued smoking. But she can't help but feel the wind shifting. Her apartment was dark but she can't help but see glimpse of shadows moving in the corners.

It's starting again.

"Besides, there are still lots of things we should try."

Sunset's eyes shifted in front of her. She saw a small shadowy figure creeping towards her feet. It had two glowing crimson eyes and a mischievous grin with needle sharp teeth. Its face was darker than the night sky and it had two pointed earlike structure portruding from its round head. Its body was small and so was its batlike wings. Yet its tail was long like a gerbil and it swayed side to side, like a probing cat ready to pounce.

Sunset has never seen this particular hallucination before. Maybe her brain was mad enough that it produce new interesting crap to mess with her on its own accord. Yet she payed no attention to it and closed her eyes instead.

She felt a slight brush on her leg. She opened her eyes. The thing was near her leg and it stared at her intently. She watched it again as it touched her.

It... touched her.

Her blood went cold and she quickly recoiled her leg and stood away from it. It giggled at her reaction.

"What's the matter, Sunset? Don't you recognize me?"

"S-shut up! You're not real! You-you are not real!" Sunset raised her voice, backing away as it began hovering towards her. She dropped her cigarette.

"Don't be ridiculous. It is I. The Devil you created way back when you had the blackest heart this mortal world has ever seen!" It spread its tiny arms out as it giggled gleefully.

Sunset leaned to her closet, trying her best convincing herself that this thing was just a figment of her imagination. That it's not real. It's just another one of her hallucinations. She shut her eyes tight, and repeatedly muttered to herself.

"If I'm just a figment of your imagination, can I do this?"

Sunset opened her eyes wide as she felt a wet tongue brush across her lips. She screamed and shoved it away from her face but her hand only hit the air. Series of laughter echoed across the room and she turned on every direction, searching for its origin. She was terrified now.

"Oh, fear not. My tasty bacon girl." It was glued on the corner of her room, its head twisting and eyes rolling as it laughed like a maniac in the night. "I'm just here to play with you, that is, if you agree on doing it."

"What the hell are you?!" Sunset screamed, horror prominent in her voice. "And where the hell did you come from?!"

"From hell I am and of hell I am! I am the antinomy, I am the thrill, I am there when things go downhill!" It announced as it started hovering to meet her gaze. "You bet that sounded good, right?"

Sunset just stood there completely frozen. This thing... it could read her thoughts easily and can provide an answer before she could even question it. It made physical contact with her twice. She had to pinch herself. And yes, she was starting to think...

She's completely insane.

"My name is Flamepuff, but you can call me 'Baby Boy' if you like!" It said before releasing another laughter, revealing more of its glistening sharp teeth and a snakelike tongue.

Sunset wasn't sure what to make of her situation. A mixture of confusion and terror swirled into her entire being like a cold line of barbed wire. She staggered her way into her bathroom, her head going fuzzy at a second.

She turned on the lights and looked at her dirty mirror, with cracks on its corners. She saw herself. She looked terrible, she thought. She had little scars on her face from her drunken nights and bags under her eyes caused by nights invaded by insomnia. Her hair was a mess. Red and golden tufts were ruffled in all direction.

She looked absolutely terrible. She looked down at her faucet and splashed some water into her face. She needed the cold water to remind her that she still had a good sense of reality left in her. She looked up at the mirror, and all of reality shattered when she saw the little demon perched on top of her reflection.

"Yes, you look absolutely terrible. But I bet you could still make a man swoon over you." Flamepuff grinned.

Sunset was speechless again. Those two large crimson eyes were staring right into her and felt them bury into her own, even through the reflection.

"Oops, scratch that. You don't like men anyways."

Silence again.

"You know, aside from the fact that you're gay as HELL, most men just really try to prey on you, don't they?" Flamepuff continued, his voice beginning to get deeper into a rasp. "I remember countless times when they tried to bang you out there. But you know what sucks? Is that you show them too much mercy. They tried to take advantage of you, why won't you take advantage of them?"

Sunset gave the demon a sharp look this time and spun away from the mirror, her weight leaning on the sink. She ignored his statement about men and closed her eyes shut. Yet the images came rushing back to her like a truck, and she grunted in frustration.

"Oooh, right. You're GAY. Haha! Nothing wrong with that. The world really is the one with the problem, isn't it?"

Sunset's face turned dark and her voice sounded like a growl. "The only thing wrong here, is that you little shit ruined my life. You fucked me up more than any person in the world ever could."

Flamepuff didn't pause. "Oh, I see. You're blaming me? But Sunny, I'm part of you. I wouldn't exist if it weren't for your deeds. I am the embodiment of your seven deadly sins. Every messed up thing you did, it gave me life; a reason to feed." He hovered down to meet her gaze. "You want to blame me? Well, you might as well blame yourself indeed. Hah!"

Flamepuff disappeared in thin air again before Sunset could even choke him. If she even could, that is.

"Blame myself? You think I haven't done that enough?!" She shouted into space, her voice echoing in the bathroom. "I lived day after day and night after night being angry at myself for being just a big fuck-up in life! I started to suck at living! I lost my hopes and dreams! It made me lose all the things important to me! My friends, my best friends, everything!"

Flamepuff was nowhere to be found and yet Sunset still continued.

"I'm just destined to just mess things up, don't I? This fucking universe rubs that on my face every fucking day! Alright then. I am the biggest fuck-up there ever was! That's all I am! Is that what you want to hear?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her throat beginning to hurt but it didn't bother her. She didn't care.

She breathed for air after her outburst. Although she had to admit that it felt good, it didn't make things any better. It was silent for a good ten seconds. Until a laughter errupted in the bathroom and it wasn't hers. She looked around to see where it came from, until she came face to face with her reflection again, and the demon perched on top of her.

"Of course! It's the universe's fault now! Oh, goody!" Flamepuff laughed again until his voice went low once more. "The world failed you, yes. The people around you failed to help you. Your friends failed to help you. Where are they now?"

Sunset felt herself burn at the statement and she wanted to just grab the thing and rip it in half. "That's no–"

"Oh yes. It is. Where were they when you were alone and confused? When you were hurting and the world was entirely against you? When you dropped out of college? When you disappeared? There's no one here but you and me." His grin was wide and it covered his round face entirely. His paws were playing with her locks and his tail was brushing against her cheek. His crimson eyes locked intensely against her cyan ones. "You must feel bad about not having Twilight Sparkle around here either. I should know. She was your greatest fantasy. Your one true soulmate. And yet she's not around to fulfill your needs."

"Don't... talk about her like that!" Sunset growled through gritted teeth.

"Why? It's not like you haven't thought about ravaging her body once. I should know since I–" Sunset yelled furiously, pulling her fist back and launching it hard against the mirror. Shards of glass came flying everywhere from the impact. She staggered back and fell on her rear. Her hand was punctured by splinters and blood was oozing from the deep cuts on her flesh, allowing the bathroom floor being stained by her own blood.

"Ah! Shit!" Sunset grunted, both in anger and pain. She shook all the splinters away. Some she had to hastily pull away with her unharmed hand. She winced at the movements the splinters made when they cut deeper into her skin.

"That was the fifth mirror you've destroyed, by the way." Flamepuff casually reminded. He sat on the floor in front of her.

Sunset glared at him with spite while still holding her bleeding hand.

Flamepuff crawled towards her, but Sunset scooted backwards and recoiled her hand.

"Don't touch me, you little shit! Stay away from me!" She yelled at him. Flamepuff mainly cocked his head to the side like a confused dog. Sunset cursed herself for almost finding the damn thing cute. This thing was a demon and she shouldn't even be tolerating its existance.

"You can't run from me." Flamepuff giggled in a more haunting and odd manner than before. "You just can't. You only have me. It's just you and me." His voice was getting louder and his words came out as echoes of insanity.

Sunset quickly stood up and walked out of the bathroom. She nearly jumped when she saw him on the other side, as if he has been there the whole time.

"There's no use running away, Sunny!" Flamepuff taunted and then laughed.

Sunset didn't care at this moment. All she wanted now was to get her head cleared. The whole situation felt like a severe acid trip mixed with the shit of the cosmos for her, even after experiencing hallucinations. It couldn't compare to what was happening at the moment.

She opened her closet and nearly screamed when he saw him again, comfortably lying on her clothes.

"Boo!"

She ignored him, and grabbed a random white shirt and ripped it to strips with her good hand and her teeth. She wrapped it around her injured hand quick and tight, as if she's done it before many times.

She looked into her closet again. Flamepuff wasn't there. Good. She grabbed whatever she could so she could just get out of her apartment and drive to who knows where. She got a white button down shirt, a pair of blue ripped jeans and her leather jacket. She could still smell the blood and alcohol from the disturbance she had near a dumpster.

"Ooh, where are we going?" Flamepuff asked with excitement from the ceiling fan, his tail wagging with awful cheerfulness.

Sunset sighed and held back, before she continued. She grabbed her black and red helmet and left. The hallway was dimly lit as she walked through it fastpaced, the little lights above her flickering for some ridiculous reason. She walked faster and finally arrived at the building's exit, greeted by her bike at the near parking area.

It was a classic bike. Sleek and less bulky. With a black and red paintjob that matched her helmet pretty well. She got on top and plunged the keys and the beast was awakened, letting out a fierce roar.

Flamepuff made roaring noises that nearly gave Sunset a heart attack. Realizing that he was perched on her shoulder this time. She shoved him away with her hand, and yet again, he disappeared before she could touch him.

"You really think you can get away from me?" Sunset looked up and saw Flamepuff hovering in front of her. His grin wider than ever.

"Wherever you go, I am always with you. You gotta trust me on this one, though!" He announced like a child would. "They say that the devil makes deception and that's why you don't believe that I exist."

"I don't." Sunset said, plain and simple. "Now get the fuck away from me." She put her helmet on and revved her engine as she drove away, igniting a mighty roar into the silent night.

She took the highway, the one void of headlights and lead to the cliffside. The favorite place for daredevils like herself.

Her driving was fast. Fast enough to give her a ticket. But she told herself that if she drove fast enough, she wouldn't get caught. She was an excellent driver in terms of escaping chases, that is. Over the past few months of making enemies, she had to outrun them all in one way or another. And she did with amazing manuevers and turns. She ruled the road, she and her beast and there was nothing stopping her. There was no destination, this time. Sunset only wanted the thrill of rush flow within her blood and let this shitty night die away. She'd waste large amount of gas and she wouldn't care. She needed this. To get away and feel the breeze hit her as she speeds into the night.

She pushed her face shield up and let out a loud scream. She screamed with her entire body. She screamed at the night sky. She cursed the universe again and again until her throat felt like sandpaper and her lungs craving for air.

"Screw you all! Screw everybody on this fucking planet!"

Sunset pulled down her face shield. She heaved for breath and even though she felt her lungs might collapse, she let out a laugh and coughed halfway.

"Geez, you're having fun without me."

She heard the damned voice again. This time it was dangerously close. It was muffled like it joined her inside the helmet.

"Ah, shit! Not this again!" Sunset cursed.

"Yes it's me!" Flamepuff giggled. "You thought you can get away? Well, you got it wrong! You got nowhere to run to, Sunny!"

Sunset swallowed. She felt a breathing on her neck and claws clutching into her skin. She shook her head to try and get the distracting sensation away. She was losing focus on the road and didn't realize that she had just switched lanes.

"Get away from me!" She muffled a scream in her helmet. It was then joined by a childlike laughter that was almost deafening to bare.

She got her eyes back on the road the moment she saw two blinding lights. She quickly made a tight turn before the truck could completely get to her. Her bike swiveled violently on the road while still trying to keep her balance. She gripped for the breaks and the bike came to a halt.

"Fuck! That was close!" Sunset yelled in relief. Her heart was beating fast and loud, she could hear it drumming in her ears.

"That was awesome!"

"You shut the fuck up! I almost got crushed by a goddamn truck!"

Flamepuff responded with another laughter. "That's what you get from being such a non believer! Hah!"

Before she could retort, she saw another pair of blinding lights approaching towards her, and only then she realized she was facing the opposite side of the lane. She revved her engine hard to get away immediately, but before she could even move a few meters away, the charging vehicle hit the back wheel of her bike and sent her crashing into the flimsy fence near the cliff. The impact obliterated the fence, sending Sunset and her bike falling down.

Sunset felt terrible.

It was an understatement. She felt immensly painful. The overwhelming pain terrorized her entire being. She could feel broken bones everywhere. She was covered in lacerations and her mouth was flooded with blood. She coughed, splattering the blood onto her broken helmet and onto her own battered face. Breathing became such an impossible task, as her broken ribs would pierce into her flesh as she moved. She could feel a broken knee cap somewhere. She wasn't sure. She was too weak to know.

The moment Sunset opened her eyes, she was staring into the black sky. Of course.

She couldn't move, for she felt her body failing to function to the task. She layed there on the ground, covered with dirt and punctured by twigs. With the amount of damage she recieved from falling off a cliff, she was surprised she wasn't dead yet. Maybe the universe wanted to shit on her again. She wanted to comment about that, but all she could let out was a desperate wheeze and a bloody cough.

She was miserable. Again. And even death probably despised her.

Maybe... maybe it was better this way. The world has one less burden to worry about. There was no more Sunset Shimmer to bother anyone. No more bills to pay and no more doctor's appointment. No more predators, drunken nights and no more battered body on the way home. Her friends didn't have to worry about her sorry ass anymore. And Twilight, well, she was better off without her.

A defeated smile crept on her face. After all she's been through, after all the scheming, the defeat, the redemption, the love and the friendship, she still ends up in the dirt and her death will be unceremonious.

"It's not time for your funeral yet."

She felt something walk across her body and it stopped on her chest. It had its weight, yet it didn't crush her. It was light and small. Her vision of the black sky was then blocked by a pair of crimson eyes and a wide grin.

"You really think you can get off of this so easily. Well, bad luck for you, you can't leave me."

Flamepuff leaned in close to her face and stared into her cyan eyes. "We're gonna have some fun, remember?" He whispered before leaning down and licked the blood off her mouth.

"The Red Demon shall make the world pay."

Sunset's initial reaction was breathe. She gasped a large amount of air as she shot up from the dirt.

She paused. She looked at herself and felt no soreness nor fractured bones causing lacerations against her flesh. There was no broken knee cap. No broken ribs. No twigs puncturing her skin. No difficulty in breathing. She removed the broken helmet from her head and touched her face. There was no blood either. Aside from her broken helmet, tattered clothes and her wrecked bike ten meters away from her, she was perfectly fine.

"At last, she's awake." Sunset almost jumped by the sound of a familiar voice. She looked around and saw the little demon perched on a rock beside her.

"You had a good sleep?"

"I fell off a cliff and died." Sunset said with her eyes furrowed in concern.

"You didn't die." Flamepuff answered. "I'm not going to let you."

"You did this." Sunset said in a sharp tone.

"I did it? You were the one who was foolish enough to drive around recklessly." Flamepuff countered, crawling unto the grass as he approached her. "You were clumsy, Sunny. It's your fault."

Sunset frowned. "No! You set me up so you could make me do your bidding just because you saved me from dying."

Flamepuff grinned in amusement. "Maybe. But maybe you're just that clumsy. Hah!"

"You little shit!" Sunset growled, her hands clenched into fists.

"Ah, here we go again. You're being stubborn, Sunny. Even after given a second life."

"I didn't ask for you to save me! You should have let me to rot in pieces and die!"

"You're not the boss of me!" Flamepuff's childlike voice came out as a sinister growl that made the winds shift and the ground quake. Sunset's frown was replaced by a look of terror as she saw the demon's crimson eyes glow brighter in the darkness, staring into her soul and piercing through. "You will live and I will be there with you. Whether you like it or not. I will never let you die shamelessly in this mortal realm. Do you comprehend, Sunset Shimmer?"

Sunset swallowed. But she refused to show any sign of submission. She stared back at him with the same intensity. "So what do you intend to do to me? You're gonna make me suffer? Well, sorry to rain on your parade but I've practically become friends with my nightmares at this point. There's nothing more you can do to make my life even shittier than it is."

"Oh, really?" Flamepuff challenged, reverting back to his immature behaviors. He hovered closer to Sunset and perched onto her shoulder. She winced and she wanted to shove him away, but for some reason she held back and clenched her teeth.

"I just got back from the dead. I have nothing left. There is nothing left for you to take away from me."

"Then I have a proposition."

Sunset couldn't explain it, but she was holding back the urge to reject him. She could call it common sense, or survival instinct. And the other part of her indicates that her tolerance for the little demon was a form of cowardice. And she hated it.

"To indemnify."

Sunset blinked. "What now?"

Flamepuff spoke into her ear with charm and allure. "You will be my vessel, and I will be your 6th sense. You will be my actions, and I will be your voice. You and I will both fill our empty cups. And once again, people will know that we are a force to be reckoned with. No more oppression, only vengeance. And I will make sure that we will enjoy every second of this adventure."

Sunset knew deep down there was no way she could reject a demon breathing down her neck. The only way she could play this safely was to give him what he wanted. She has to play this game in equal skill and control, otherwise Flamepuff would completely corrupt her entire being and she would have no soul left. She needed to be in control as long she knows how to play the cards.

"Well, what do you say?"

"Screw it." Sunset muttered. "Let's get this over with."

"Oh, Sunny. This won't be over anytime soon."

Sunset bit the inside of her cheek as Flamepuff chuckled deviously right at her ear. She sighed as she walked forward with Flamepuff on her shoulder. This was a gamble, but her already tortured mind cared less about the consequneces the gamble may bring. She used to be a demon, and now she's playing as a monster. But she was no longer foreign to the act.

"Now, what?"

"We're gonna need some wheels."

Author's Notes:

Hello there! This is my first ever fanfiction posted online. Feel free to tell me what you think! Any form of criticism is deeply appreciated.