Peter started hyperventilating, staring at the horrible, disfigured monster that approached him in the hall.

He backed up, fear filling his heart.

He had to get out.

Forget Rainbow Dash, this thing was horrible. He had to get away.

He had to get away from that fucking thing. He had to get back to those Gates...

Shouting a cry of nothing, Peter backed up towards the doors.

He bolted towards the door, simply terrified of the thing advancing towards him.

As he reached it, he remembered something.

I'm dead.

And I'm trying to get back to Rainbow Dash...

To our baby.

I'm trying to return to my life.

I'm having a baby.

Fuck this pussy.

He turned, determination filling him.

Fuck this thing.

He scowled at it.

Fuck this thing. He was getting back to Rainbow Dash.

He stepped forward, and it vanished.

He raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

Really? Just...really?

This thing horrified him, and all that happened was it dissipated when he took a step-

He looked down.

At the red blade.

And at the organs that were clinging to him.

The blade retracted, and he fell over, dead once more.

The last thing he saw...

Was the life that he could have had with Rainbow Dash.