Hell's Silencing: Forsaken Innocence

Flora kept her spear at the ready should another wrinkle attack. The static was soft, and that kept her on edge. The whole place was a wreck, there were monsters running amok.... she could go on and on.

The hallway Wanyudo likely ran off to was a dead end. Desks upon desks blocked her way. But one caught her eye: it had a book on it. It looked like a little girl's diary, complete with pretty pink cover adorned with many a flower. It was surprisingly well-kept; much cleaner than Onikiri was at this time.

On it in marker were the words 'Florarena's Diary--DO NOT LOOK INSIDE!'

Flora held back a few giggles, "Dammit, I've been looking all over for you and you show up here in this hellhole? For what more could I ask?"

Picking up the diary with a hoof and shuffling through all the written-on pages, she smiled. This was indeed her own diary--and rather than write in the damn thing, she used the whole thing for drawing paper. All were stick people, but there were werewolves and harpies and basilisks; any mythological being in ancient Greek, Biblical, or Western history you could possibly name. Hell, a few vampires made their way into the little book in bat form!

Putting the book into her book bag and the spear on her body, she turned around and without warning let a maniacal laugh escape her lips. Her short-lived cackle echoed into the world as nothing but an eerie afterthought. Regaining her composure, she traveled back to the T-shaped intersection of the hall where Wanyudo saved her. There on its side split in half down the middle lay the brown wrinkle. All of its serpentine tongues had been ripped out and lay strewn about the scene. Jammed into one side of its head was a very dull-looking knife. Damn thing was probably forced into the skull.

"No reason to stay." Flora sighed, taking a right into the intersection the wrinkles had ran into. Another dead end--complete with the other two wrinkles being horribly disemboweled. Hanging on the blackened intestines of one of the two was a key. Flora carefully pried this key from the remains before examining it. Instead of an intricate decoration was a simple tag with the words 'Teacher's Lounge' written in small print.

Now we have access to the teachers' secrets!

Flora held back more giggles. Putting the key into her book-bag and brandishing the Hellish Knife, she turned around and went back to the intersection. Going down the hallways she turned from during her marathon, she noticed all other halls were blocked off with more desks. She then noticed that the men's restroom hadn't been blocked off or even locked for that matter.

GET TO THE LOUNGE DAMMIT!

"Shut up. I think we need a mirror." Flora replied in the back of her head as she pushed the door open with a hoof. Going inside and seeing a crimson wrinkle lurking within, she threw a nearby bloodied roll of toilet paper at it to get it's attention. The roll hit it in the back of the head, bounced off and rolled to Flora's hooves all the while leaving a trail of toilet paper in its wake. The monster turned to her quick as a whip and hissed.

"What did you do that for?!" Shouted the monster angrily, rushing at the mare full gallop. Flora stabbed its face with the knife before quickly cutting off its jaw. The monster stumbled back on its hind legs and screamed in pain. Seeing the chance, Flora ran up to it, turned around, and proceeded to kick it in the chest. It stumbled back even further before landing on its rump, front hooves grasping at its ruined mouth as if that would stop the bleeding. Flora ran up and suddenly reared up on her own hind legs before bringing her front hooves down onto its face.

A sickening crunch hit her ears. She reared up once more and another crunch followed.

The wrinkle was now laying dead before the mare. The static fell silent.

Flora turned to a nearby wall. There was an ordinary bathroom mirror. And the reflection showed the much cleaner world beyond.