Night on Rotterdamn

Twilight kept her eyes shut, and her body still. Now that she was conscious again, she needed every bit of help she could get if she was to escape her captors. The element of surprise was invaluable. Her kidnapper snorted.

"Princess Twilight Sparkle. You must think you're so great. You get a couple of friends and boom, pretty princess. Some people have it so lucky..." He said, his voice trailing off. They stopped.

"There's a storm cloud up ahead" Came another voice. "What should we do?"

"Fly through it. We need to make good time if we're not to get caught."

"But he said..."

"I know what he said, but just imagine it. Relaxing beside your seaside villa on a sunny beach, Beautiful mares at each limb. That'll be our life once we're done with this mate. No more hard work for crazy loons or any of this bad stuff. If we don't go through this cloud, that'll never happen. We'll be locked away in a stinking prison cell for the rest of our lives. Is that what you want?"

"No..."

"Then go through the storm cloud." still no movement. "NOW!"

Twilight once again felt the chariot moving. Before long rain was pelting down on her. She was new flyer. She wasn't that good at it. But if she was going to make a move, she realized she had to... had to... Something had happened. The rain still engulfed her, the chariot was still moving but something was there that hadn't been there before. Twilight realized she was as cold as ice.

"Wh-wh-What's-"

"Keep moving! Nothing's happening!" Her kidnapper's voice trembled, though where he was shivering from cold or fear, or both, she couldn't say. Through the rain splatter and the trembling breathing, Twilight thought she heard something else, as if the wind itself was breathing. Whatever it was coming from was getting closer, though Twilight kept her eyes firmly shut, afraid to open them. The wind's breath became louder, and began to sound croaky, as if the creature breathing was on the verge of death. What's worse, Twilight was hearing more than one of these voices. They were surrounding the chariot.

"W-w-we need t-to turn around."

"KEEP MOVING"

CRACK The loud roar thunder made the Pegasi squeal, only followed by their mortified screams as whatever was there began to attack. Twilight's eye's shot open, she leaped off the chariot and began to dive bomb through the clouds below. The fate of her kidnappers did not concern her, she didn't even spare them a thought. For when she burst through the lowest cloud, She was greeted by an overhead view of an island with a single tall triangular tower standing formidable and dark as waves crashed against the sandy shores of a place that everyone and their cousin in Equestria had heard of.

Rotterdamn Prison.

Rotterdamn was the place you talked about to nasty little kids to set them straight. You told them nasty tales of the vicious creatures who wander the grounds, gruesome tales of escapees meeting grizzly ends and worse, you showed them pictures to prove that these horror stories were no work of sadistic fiction. The tales of monstrous, shadowy guards were all true.

Of course, when you grew up you realized all was not as it seemed. Rotterdamn was a real prison, yes. But it didn't have soul sucking monsters or a vicious executioner. It was just a prison for the worst of the worst. Everyone knew that.

A creaking voice. Twilight turned towards the source. The shadowy figure came at her, fangs bared. She flew to the side, and looked after her attacker. She saw more of the creatures emerging from the crowd.

Everyone was wrong.

Knowing that the hell hold beneath her was her only sanctuary from it's spawn above her, Twilight continued her fast dissent. She was heading for the ring of forest that surrounded the tower and was itself surrounded by the shores. The voices of the creatures who were chasing her died down, but even as she slowed down and landed softly on the muddy ground, they never stopped. She heard their terrible voices surrounding the island.

"Repentors. That's their name. Nasty little blighters." Twilight turned to the source of the weary young voice and, much to her surprise, saw a green alicorn with a messy black mane and tail sitting atop a low fat branch of a nearby tree "They suck all the good memories out of you until you're as insane as... well, me! Ha!" He jumped down from his spot and landed before Twilight. He was taller than her, only slightly yet still, he seemed to be looking down on the young mare, anticipation in his eyes.

"60 seconds left before the cycle of hell begins. 22 hours filled to the brim with your worst nightmares." Twilight backed away as he walked menacingly towards her. His cold stare and ravaged mane were visible only on the left due to the angled moonlight. He spoke quickly, words spilling out of his mouth and over Twilight's head. "Listen carefully princess is you want to survive. The tortures ahead were made to make you suffer in the worst way possible, they will abuse your fears, your lusts, your loved ones and everything in between. However only in one situation will you be in any mortal peril so if you should hear drag across earth, the snapping of twigs, the hissing of a name only horror stories tell... Run for your life... make it through the night and you'll live. You can forget this horrid mess and go back to your big comfy castle on your big plushy cloud." Twilight backed against a tree and, feeling a sudden surge of courage, went into the alicorns face, her eyebrows lowered and her face stern.

"WHO ARE YOU!" she shouted.

"You haven't guessed?" he replied instantly, smirking cheekily at the young mare. "I am the ghost of Rotterdamn. Toodaloo."

Then, the most astonishing thing happened. The alicorn faded into dust. It started at his legs, his hooves disappearing into little green specks. it was mere seconds until the disintigration reached the head and twilight saw the last of the strange dust wriggle away into the forest.

She hadn't recovered from the shock before the world started to change.