I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this...I seriously don't. I'm not on drugs, and I don't drink...I don't have a clue what possessed me to write such a stupid story...oh, yeah. Discord did.

I wake up tied to a chair, deep underground in the Canterlot Caves. I frantically look for a way to escape - hey, Twilight did it, didn't she? - and I find none. Suddenly, I realize I'm not alone. Cruel laughter fills my ears.