My Little Amnesia

Apple jack stood there for a minute, staring into the darkness that surrounds her. The only sound was the beating of her heart; she couldn’t fight back the tears. Her friend, gone.

Fluttershy, she…she saved me. Scared, fearful, timid Fluttershy…saved me. Her own thoughts sink into her heart, making it heavy. She collapses to her knees, crying softly, watching as her tears hit to floor. As the tears fall she hears something behind her, walking up. The hair on her back stands straight up. A heavy cold chill runs down her back and wraps itself around her.

Oh dear sweet Celestia. She thought to herself, she’s back. Pinkies coming for me now! Her shoulders tense up. She prepares for the worst, to turn around and see those jagged teeth of that demented smile inches from her face. She gathers her thoughts.

If this is the end, I’m not going down without a fight! She leans down, picking up the lantern and quickly turns around, ready to face her fears. The lantern swings from side to side within her grasp. But instead of what she sees in front of her is not what she expected to see. Instead of the twisted mangled remains of what used to be one of her close friends, stood Rarity, healthy and alive. Aside from the fact that her mane was a tangled un-brushed mess, she was in a completely healthy condition.

“Rarity!” she yells as she embraces her friend in a tight hug.

“Apple jack, darling!” Rarity says back, with her elegant accent, returning the hug. “It’s good to see a familiar face, well one that isn’t a living nightmare.” They both let out a small chuckle, even both knowing it was a little bit of a grim joke to laugh about, but it was better than being terrified to death of it.

“Rarity, what are you doing here?” Apple jack asked as she attempts to fix Rarity’s mane. “Darling, I’m here because I got this.” She pulls out of a piece of paper.

Twilight’s letter! She must have sent one to each of us. She must really need our help.

“That’s the same reason I’m here.” Apple jack explains, “I got that letter too, so did Fluttershy, but she just ran out of the room being chased by…” she fails to finish the sentence, choking on her words and emotions. Rarity looks to her friend, her hat covered her eyes but she can see the tears slowly running down her cheeks, as she quietly weeps. Without a single word rarity walks over to apple jack and places one hoof on her shoulder. Apple Jack raises her head to look into Rarity’s; Rarity gives her a reassuring smile. Still fighting the tears, Apple Jack returns with a small smile.
“I know darling, but, I don’t think we can do anything about what has happened to our dear friend. But we can do our best to save the others!” she says with bravery. Apple jack wipes the tears from her cold cheeks, and nods. She stands up and picks up the lantern and takes a deep breath.

“Ok, let’s go.” She says as she exhales loudly. The two of them continue down the hall, there are no sounds except their own hoof-steps, Apple jack constantly looks around. Trying to find any sign of her friend Fluttershy. Nothing. Not even her screaming, whimpering, or even breathing.

I really hope she got away from her. Apple jack thought to herself. The image of Pinkies twisted smile as she walked toward the closet was burned in her brain, engraved on the back of her eyes. No matter what, she just couldn’t shake the image out of her head. She glances over to Rarity, she’s thankful that she’s not alone, but worried about the possibilities of what is happening to Fluttershy.

What if Pinkie caught her? Did she get away? Is she alive, or did she get killed? All these questions were bouncing around in her skull, slowly giving her a head ache. She snaps out of it when she notices that the lanterns light were dimming down. The darkness enclosed around them more, reaching for them with is claws. Soon they’d be in its clutches, being its next victims. She gives the lantern a shake, the fire inside flickers and waves back and forth, and then it starts to dim more.
“Oh darn this stupid thing.” Apple jack mutters to herself. She looks around and tries opening doors. “There’s got to be some lantern oil around here somewhere.” She says out loud. She opens a door to another room, not much in it, just a large room with a table dead center of the room. She takes a few steps in and looks on the surface of the table. Nothing but a bunch of papers, some look like research, some looks like blue prints. But one piece of paper catches her eye. Looks like a letter, she moves it closer so that the lantern lights it up so she can read it.

I’ve done everything I can, but simply I cannot escape it. The darkness finds me no matter where I hide; this place is full of mysteries, filled with dark secrets. Doors flying open or locking on their own. The longer I stay the worst the activity gets. Now I’m starting to see things. The horrors of this place, there slowly driving me insane. I see what seem to be other ponies but, they look different. I can’t get a good look at them because as soon as I see them, I get a splitting head ache, and they disappear or I black out. And in my blacked out state I hear them, whispering into my ear an unrecognizable language. I must finish my research, before this place claims me as its own. I feel as if something is watching me even as I write this, I know that if I don’t finish soon, I’m not leaving. This place that has become my place of research will become my grave.
Apple jack looks at the last sentence in horror. She sits there staring at those words, will become my grave.

Apple jack looks at the last sentence in horror. She sits there staring at those words, will become my grave. Who wrote this? What happened to him? Other ponies? He must mean like what happened to Pinkie! She looks around the room. The chandelier above the table begins to swing back and forth, a whirlwind forms around her. The papers flying the room, knocking her hat off her head, and blowing out the remaining light inside the lantern. The room falls into darkness, the whirlwind stops. Looking around she can barely see in front of her in the pitch black darkness. She hesitantly gets up and starts to walk forward; she picks up her hat and places it back on her head. Stepping into the dark hall way she looks around trying her best to see the thick darkness in the castle. As her eyes adjust to the dark the hall becomes a little more clear and easier to see in. she continues down, looking in every direction she can, the longer she was in the dark, the heavier she seemed to feel. As if more and more weight is being put on her as she walks. Her heart is racing and her head is pounding. Looking at the portraits on the walls they begin to look fuzzy and she starts to lose her balance. She tumbles to the ground; she pulls herself slowly forward and notices a small box behind a fallen old painting. She crawls to it with all the strength she could muster. Pulling the box out she opens it and inside is a match, this brings a small smile to her face. Using the wall she pulls herself back up, and reaches for one of the wall mounted torches and pulls it out. She lights the match and sets the head of the torch a flames lighting up the hall. Suddenly her head ache begins to fade away; her heart beat begins to slow. She sits under the burning torch, trying to gather her scrambled thoughts. The fatigue and exhaustion begin to set in, her eyes slowly get heavy. She tries to shake off the feeling of being tired. She knows she can’t fall sleep here, it’s too dangerous. She gets the energy to stand, rubs her eyes and shakes her head more.

Come on Apple Jack; don’t let some old castle beat you! She reassured herself. Before she could even start to move, she hears a sound from down the hall. She looks to the end where the sound came from. In the darkness stood a figure, but the strange thing about this figure is that it’s standing on its hind legs. Apple jack leans in, to get a better picture of it. She can tell it’s a pony. But had something wrong. It starts slowly walking to her, the loud sound of clanking of chains. As it approached closer, apple jack can see the same large metallic collar that Pinkie wore, but this is a different one. It’s not Pinkie, who is it? The monster is now about ten feet away from the edge of where the fire light reaches, but that’s enough for apple jack to see what, or more specifically, who it is. Blood seeping down her bony body, ribs exposed. The light blue coat she had been matted, balding, even torn. The spot where she had wings is torn open; her wings are stripped to nothing but bone. She looks to Apple Jack with the same empty eye sockets that pinkie had. Apple Jack is heartbroken to the sight. Rainbow Dash is one of them. Apple jack stares at this monster that stares back with those empty, soulless eye sockets, she’s frozen in her dead gaze. Rainbow Dash has a grin slowly appear on her face, with a slight demented chuckle that followed. Her head slowly turns to look at something behind Apple Jack. The hairs on Apple jack start to stand on end when a cold gust of wind hits her back as she hears one of the doors behind her creak open. A low growl rumbles from the same place, she turns around slowly to see another living horror. It looked like a walking mouth, with the sharpest and jagged fangs for each tooth. It’s a pale yellow stallion. No eyes, no eye sockets. Its head and down its back is split open. But Apple Jack realizes that that split is a large mouth. Its teeth covered and stained in blood. She’s in-between these two living nightmares, one just so happened to be her friend. Without thinking Apple jack runs the closed door across from the torch she sat under. With all her might, she bucks the door down and continues to run through the dark hall.

“COME BACK!” booms the twisted and evil voice of Rainbow Dash, with a growl from the other creature. Apple jack keeps running, not turning back to see if she was being followed. The monster continues to gain on her; she can hear him getting closer. His hoof steps getting louder and closer, she can hear him panting and growling. She can feel its labored breathing as it slashes at her causing her to fall and break through one of the large wooden doors. The beast stops at the door as she tumbles down a large stair case. She reaches the bottom, beaten and bruised. She looks back up the flight of stairs to the monster; her eyes grow heavy as she blacks out.