Chronicles of Blood, Light and Dark: The Journey of Darkness

Evil flowers

Steadily bloom

With an array of colourful doom

But the weeds who feel that they want to stay

They'll just die and and feed me the same anyway.

Here I am, sitting in an ambulance with two guards watching my every move. They seem to be attempting to look intimidating, but their shaking legs betray their intent. I feel content, awaiting my new home. Why do I feel content? Shouldn’t I be attempting to escape? Should I at least feel like escaping?

Suddenly the ambulance came to a halt. I stepped out of the ambulance, being forced to take small steps due to the hoofcuffs. ‘This asylum is huge!’ I thought to myself.‘I can see how this could be the best equipped in Equestria, and maybe even the world.’

It was beautiful with its walls made of a myriad of materials. The outer layer of the asylum was glimmering, most likely a force field. Looking up, I see at least five groups of pegasi patrolling the borders of the asylum. They seemed to be armed with rifles mounted to a device on their back. Looking back down to the fenced in courtyard there seems to be ponies playing tennis and basketball. Looking past them there is a cliff that most certainly leads to your death

A guard begins pushing me in the back, forcing me to stumble forwards. Shooting him a glare I continue walking forward. The entrance of the asylum had two massive metallic doors that were easily larger than the princesses’ throne room doors. Two guards saw us approaching and nodded to the escorts, an unspoken command given. They strained to open the two massive doors, eventually getting it open enough for us to enter single file. Inside the first thing that I noticed were guards posted in strategic locations in the lobby. There seems to be no blind spots under their watchful gaze. I followed the guards over to the receptionist, stumbling every few steps.

“We got someone new for you,”said the leading guard in an excited voice.

“Well lets take a look shall we?” I moved closer to her so she could see me better. “Huh. What makes a girl as lovely as yourself end up here of all places?” She questioned with an annoyingly inquisitive tone. I was about to respond when a guard beat me to it.

“Her name is Pinkamina Diane Pie. Better known as the-”

“T-THE C-C-CUPCAKES KILLER!?” the receptionist stuttered, cutting off the guard. Her terror stricken face turning between me and the guard. She began stumbling away from me.

"You wanna talk? I would absolutely love to get to know everypony on a better level,” I responded in a happy, cheery voice.

“N-N-NO! No miss Pinkamina!” she quickly shot out; her voice low and trembling. The guards then began to push me into a nearby hall. “Better watch your back, Katie,” I shouted while being pushed down the hall.

Katie turned to the guard by her desk. “H-How did she know my name?” she asked with a horrified face.

“It’s on your nametag,” the guard said while face-hooving with such force he almost knocked himself out.

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“... and this is your cell. Looks pretty nice, doesn’t it?” the guard said. We had been touring around the facility when we finally came to the cell. “you have quite a few more luxuries than most patients do. Apparently a Mr and Mrs Cake paid a hefty sum of bits to get you these. You better appreciate it.”

I walked into the cell, admiring how I had an actual door. First thing I saw inside was a TV sitting on top of a table facing the center of the room. On the wall to the right of the TV was a window with vertical metal bars. The room was not just a hospital white, but painted to look like an elegant marble.

 During the tour the guard gave me I leaned that the asylum is a lot bigger than it seems on the outside. It has two large dining rooms, both in bad condition, and another two rooms of tabletop games and electronic machines. The asylum has thirteen floors of cells, with the uppermost floor holding the most dangerous of the mentally ill.

But, out of all of the features this asylum has, the most intriguing one is how many non-pony patients there are. Obviously it has Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns, but it has griffins, changelings and even a few goats. By far the strangest patients I could see though were the Bat-Ponies and the Dragon-Ponies. The Bat-Ponies seem to be what the Lunar Guard are made of. while the Dragon-Ponies are an entirely different story.

They have a tail that is reptilian, acting as a counterbalance. Hair is drooping below them, originating from their chin, chest and underbelly. They even have what looks like spines sprouting out at a downward angle from their elbows. They stand at the same height as a pony, but seem like they could destroy a regular pony with ease through brute strength alone.

The part that I enjoy the most about this asylum though is not the weird patients, but the library. Inside this library is so much knowledge, untold stories that could be from even before Princess Celestia’s rule. Inside is a well of cultures, stories, and even secrets that need unraveling. A-las, the lights are on an automated timer and I can not spend any time in this glorious place.

“Should I really be here? Is this what my life has led to? Is this my destiny, to be surrounded by four white walls while waiting for a doctor to declare me ’reformed’?” I wondered aloud as I fell onto my mattress. I squirm around to try and find a comfortable position, but just can not. “I really do not believe this is my fate,” I declare to myself as I drift off to an uncomfortable rest.

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Where am I?

 I am in a boat, sailing across a river. On either side was a vast forest stretching as far as the eye can see.

Is this a dream?

“Of course it is, you dummy!” someone exclaimed right beside my ear.

Wait! That voice!

“P-Pinkie!?” I blurt out. My face contorting to one of terror.

“Yuppers!” She said while bouncing around in the boat.

“B-But that’s not possible! I-I…,” I trail off.

“That’s true! This isn’t possible,” Pinkie stated, her voice becoming serious and unnerving.

When she said this the world began to shatter, as if it was made of glass.

The river began to turn into black goop.

Pinkie’s eyes started to become solid black, almost soulless.

The trees in the vast forest burst into an inferno.

“Just remember Pinkamena, you are not what you think you are.”

“W-What does that even mean…” I stammer out.

“You’ll know in good time, you dummy!” Pinkie said in a jovial voice.

All of a sudden, Pinkie began to leak blood through her skin.

“W-What is happening!” I scream at her.

 “The madness possess you girl!” exclaimed Pinkie in a deep demonic voice.

All of a sudden Pinkie’s head exploded into a shower of gore, almost all of it landing on me.

“AAAAHHHHHH!” I scream as I lose consciousness.

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