The stupid block was floating in the middle of the doorless, windowless room, waiting. It knew I couldn’t get out without its help, and it was just waiting, floating weightlessly as I ran around, looking for any way to get out. I hate that block. I hate it so much. There is something odd about this room though.
I never get hungry, I never get thirsty, or tired or need to use the bathroom. It’s just a light brown room, with me and a weightless black block that can move anywhere it wants to. Sometimes it would hover above me, when I'm sitting against one of the smooth walls, and drip some sort of black mist into my straight pink mane from its surfaces. It’s trying to taint my mind, make me go insane, but it never lowers itself to actually touch me. It wants me to beg for it’s help so it can laugh and me and say ‘I told you so Pinkamena,’ and continue laughing.
It knows my thoughts, and when I try to grab it to throw it away from me, it hovers away, out of my reach. It’s a nuisance and it can leave anytime it wants, but it doesn't. It wants to see me suffer, and then see me beg.
I will never ask for it’s help, the block is full of empty promises and broken dreams of other ponies. I won’t make the same mistake that the other ponies before me made, I will not ask for the blocks help. I won't give it that satisfaction.
I should stop trying to find a way out of here, but I still have hope, there has to be a way out, or the room wouldn't be full of light. Unless of course the cube is the reason for the light, but I don't see how that is a possibility since it isn't bright at all.
I don't even know what happened, I was at the rock farm when suddenly I got teleported here for some unknown reason, it would have been fine if it hadn't happened a minute after I got my cutie mark and finished the party with my parents and sisters. But no, I guess the universe just hates me and wants to see me suffer and beg to a cube.
I wonder what my family is doing and if they even miss me. They might not even know I’m gone, or if they do, they might have thought I went and left the rock farm to throw parties at some other town. Octavia sure would think so, I don't know about Inkie though, she would think that I ran away and hated them. I shouldn't think about my family in front of the cube, it might decide to bring them here too.
The cube has started to float around the room now. I don't understand why, or even how it does that, but I really don't care what it does anymore. I just want a way out, and I want to find a way without its help.
Say what you want, that I am obsessed, that I’m insane, but I know what I am talking about, I have been stuck in this room for two weeks, with this one cube. It was already in the room when I woke up, and a note was under it saying it would help me out if I asked it to. It also said it wouldn't leave me alone until I asked. I think I might have noticed the empty promises it held and the broken dreams of the ponies before me, but I didn't pay attention to that. Needless to say I named it Cubey when I arrived. I hate Cubey now. I hate it with every fiber of my being, I don’t throw parties anymore, I am sadder then when I worked at the rock farm, and my mane won't get bubbly and fluffy like it used to.
I guess it would make sense, since the cube seemed to have sucked my happiness away and I have no desire to be happy in this nightmarish room. I sometimes get close to asking the cube to save me, but I remember what is inside the cube, and I quickly forget. It’s getting harder and harder to forget that I have a way out, in the shape of an evil cube.
I said before I will say again, I am not insane, the cube is tainting my mind. Making me wish for a way to escape, so it can steal my dreams and my promises, and keep them for its collection, and then keep me here, unable to do anything but wither away in my boredom. I don’t think I can die in here, unless the cube is operating the room and decides when it is time it will kill me.
Sometimes when I decide I want to look inside the cube, see how many lives it has stolen, I see images. I see blood, I see broken limbs, I see so much, and most of all: I see sadness from the ponies who had a friend or family member taken from them. I don't understand that part, why would a cube have images from others who it didn't have with it?
I also see images of ponies laughing, ponies playing, and hugging, and just generally having a fun time with each other and enjoying life. I wonder sometimes in the hours that I am here, why Celestia hasn't found out about this place yet. Is she the one putting ponies here, or does she know nothing about it? Is it a mystery to everypony, or does somepony, perhaps a unicorn, pick a victim, take them at some point, and seal them into this room, to see what the pony does with the cube. As said pony silently watched from behind one of the walls.
I can't take this life much longer, I don't even think you can call it living. Doesn't feel like I am living in any way at all. I’m slowly going crazy, I know I am, and I understand now that the cube isn't making me go insane, it is me who is making myself go insane. Thinking the cube is making me go insane. Just that thought makes me laugh. I look again at the cube, which is now coming closer, and I see that the broken dreams and promises it has weren't taken away by it, but saved by it.
I have judged the cube, no Cubey, wrongly for the past two weeks. He has been trying to help me, to get out of here and give me some sort of second chance, and I have thought him to be a monster, an evil monster that wished to take everything away from me. I know what is wrong now, why I never hunger or thirst or tire. Now I must ask for his help, or I will lose myself forever.
Before I even ask, I can sense that it knows what I am thinking, at least I got that part right, and it comes over to me, and slowly lands atop my head, and I open my eyes to bright blinding white light.
