Trapped

by j3r034rja34jty

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Dark, Sad
Length: 1065

Octavia is trapped in her own life, controlled by another.. Soon, nothing can end up to comfort her. It must end. One-shot.

I still cannot get to sleep, so I wash myself off and step out into the slightly warm air of this little town. I know another pony will still be awake. My pet. A pony that I have kept alive simply to have one ear I can spill all my secrets to. If she goes to the cops, locks her doors, or tries to leave Ponyville she knows I will find and kill her, and every Friday night, she plays me music. Whether she knows I am listening or not.

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Yeah, this is a translation of an RP that ended differently than it does here. In the RP a bunch of people got involved, but in the end, the same thing did happen, I guess.
Short one-shot kind of thing. The RP was with Me and Hope, so really, 40-50% was raw written by her before I added a couple things and made it into story format. So thanks to her
And thank you, Tome, for finding the logs from forever ago. I appreciate it.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-08 04:00:07 UTC

The end.

Trapped.

A role-play translated into story by ThatOneRandomPony.

I still cannot get to sleep, so I wash myself off and step out into the slightly warm air of this little town. I know another pony will still be awake. My pet. A pony that I have kept alive simply to have one ear I can spill all my secrets to. If she goes to the cops, locks her doors, or tries to leave Ponyville she knows I will find and kill her, and every Friday night, she plays me music. Whether she knows I am listening or not. I make gently through her skylight to come to a rest behind her chair. For a moment I read her book over her withers before softly caressing her mane, grinning with the exhilaration of touching my pet.

           “Good evening, Tavi” She whispers into my ear

           I quiver to her touch of my mane. It’s been a long time since we first ‘met’. A time too long for comfort.

           “E-Evening, Fluttershy”, I reply back, the fear in my body stuttering the words.

           “There’s the formality that I know you for. Most would have broken down by now, but not you, Octavia,” She soothingly says, whisking her hoof under my chin. “What’s your secret?”

           She takes one of my wines from a rack, and pours two glasses.

To survive, to get away. Someday.

           “Because I live for the day, It’s just any other day, really” I reply, trying to sound as smooth as possible. Talking to her in a stressed tone only gets her more worked up.

           “Poetic as well. Have you written any new songs since we last spoke? I know you have been a little… uninspired as of late,” She echoes into my mind. She grins wickedly and plucks a string on my cello, listening to the low note reverberate throughout the living room. “Have you redecorated? It seems empty in here… Oh right! Your boyfriend. Or, ex-boyfriend, I should say.

           She chuckles at her joke

           “Delicious, wasn’t he?”

           I feel my whole body go weak at her saying. I could barely stand let alone run to the bathroom. I vomit into the wash basin, barely holding back tears.

           “Oh, be a dear and wash up before coming back out, I hate the smell of bile”

           I nod to her response, as if she’s watching me.

           But she is. She’s always watching me.

           I turn on the faucet and wash my face with the nearest bar of soap, delicately placed upon a holder of bone.

           She always said bone was one of the best materials to make anything.

           Upon finishing, I walk slowly through the hall. I stop at the entrance of the room.

           “Good. So tell me, what have the other elements been up to while I was gone?”

           “N-Nothing much. The only pony I could really find stuff on was Rainbow Dash. She seems to be spending more time on the ground, going every so often to somepony’s house. T-That’s all I know, honest”

           “Which pony?” She snaps, moving closer as she circles around me. She downs the rest of her glass and drops it on the ground

           I move back a bit. “Just some stallion, I-I don’t really know”

           She starts to question me. “Pegasus? Earth Pony? If it’s a unicorn I may have to get rid of it… Can’t have too many of those muddying up the water”

           “I don’t… I don’t know” I lie, knowing it was a unicorn. No one deserves what I had to go through.

           “Fine, I’ll have to find out later. Has Twilight been writing any letters to the princess besides the normal?” She asks, pouring herself another glass, the first still on the ground for me.

           “Just the normal, you know: F-Friendship and what not.” I say, staring at the glass of Moscatod’Ast. It was a gift from my boyfriend.

           She sips it with a smile. “It’s been nice, Octavia. Play me some music.”

           I nod and grab me cello from its resting place, warming the bow up with rosin. Breathing in a sorrowful breath of air, I regain my formal posture, and start to play with my eyes closed. I let my mind do the playing.

           I think of being free, away from this crazy pony.

           I think of him, and his wonderful smile.

           I think of life before this. Before everything.

           And at the end, I think of dying. Dying peacefully of old age, with a family.

           I try to remember what happiness actually feels like.

           I finish the song with a dark, low C, allowing it to echo throughout the room.

           I open my eyes. She was gone as if she was never there, except for the half empty bottle of wine and the two used glasses on the carpet.

           Back to her peaceful little cottage.

           Back into the shadows

           I fall.

           I fall and cry like a little filly.

           I never wanted this.

           I won’t take this anymore.

           I can’t.

           I trot to my room, contemplating on what I’m just about to do.

           I grab a rope and fashion a noose, hanging it on the ceiling.

           The pedestal I stand on was fashioned by him.

           At least, after this, I’ll see him.

           Hopefully Celestia doesn’t deem me to hell.

           I slide the noose around my neck, letting the splinters of the rope scratch my neck.

           I look down at the carpet before me, and start to cry.

           Everything that has happened has caused incurable scars on my mental stability.

           But enough about me.

           I take a deep breath in.

           I know it will be my last.

           I step off the pedestal.

           My throat tightens.

           I feel light headed

           My brain tells me to breath, but it can’t.

           My vision starts to fade.

           It all goes red.

           I can feel it all start to fade.

           Everything, the senses, they numb.

           I feel death’s grasp on my chest.

           I smile.

           Everything goes black.

           It’s over.

I’m free.