Hell's Silencing: Forsaken Innocence

Flora took out her diary and cursed herself for not having a pen on hand with which to write, even with hooves. She put her diary back and sighed.

Her throat was so dry it was hardly a miracle she made it here without a single drink of anything. She may as well drink the blood of the monsters running about now. But if she did that, then many a disease could be inflicted on her and she'd die without ever finding out what had happened. Or she'd get sick and empty her already-aching stomach again, which was now growling menacingly for some kind of food that wasn't medicine.

The mare did her impression of a whining toddler's crying during some sort of tantrum, something her whole body was now doing internally.

Using telekinesis to turn the knobs of the sink faucet on, said faucet rumbled and sputtered loudly for a good half-minute as if it would explode. Horrendously dirty water--with some possible amounts of blood and flesh--soon erupted from the faucet with such force the entire sink was soon stuck in the ceiling while the pipe to which it was attached kept sprinkling out the foul mixture onto the floor. A smell similar to black mold and bleach hit Flora in the nose, and this caused her to run out the the room and shut the door tight. Another tantruming toddler's impression came soon afterwards.

"Hell's bells." Flora sighed faintly as she looked both ways of the hall. She turned right and slowly walked down the hall, fearing that trotting could cause her to get sick again. Damn her need for food, if only she cou--

She stopped and sniffed the air ferociously. She swiveled her head in all possible directions.

There was no mistaking it.

It was some kind of baked good.

She kicked her gears into full gallop and followed the scent, her mind lost in such a haze she didn't even realize she passed a sickly yellow wrinkle who was trudging around minding his own business. The hallways formerly blocked by desks were now open and the one where she found her diary at seemed to greet her with more of that irresistible scent. She could see the end of the hallway....

....and skid to a halt before a door. She took out the Teacher's Lounge Key and thrust it into the lock. Click.

The door was flung open and the mare strode inside before noticing another red runic circle just behind it. She closed the door and--FOOD. There on that little round table was an assortment of breakfast items--biscuits and eggs and bacon and sausage patties and even glasses of tea and orange juice.

Her tongue flapped out of her mouth and excessive drool poured down it like she stood in rain. Her eyes went wide and she could've sworn that Ode to Joy was playing at that moment solely in her ears. She jumped to the big couch circling half the table and saw a note on the first glass of iced tea she laid her eyes on.

I haven't the faintest idea if you went for who knows how long without anything. On a small side-table left of the circle I saw, there are wrappers to save the food for later and a new book-bag so you can carry more things. I made this for you, and what you don't eat, you put in the wrappers and save for later.

Met Ren and Tsuyu not too long ago and I heard about this bad stallion who was apparently a pegasus, as well a tsukunogami you carry around with you to pretty much wherever.

Wanyudo.

P.S. I do not know where our friend Yamawaro went. Tell him we're looking for him when ya see him.

"YAY!" Flora shrieked as she dove right into the food and drinks provided by her new friend. She ate the eggs first because she really hated the taste. According to her, no matter how much salt and pepper the eggs were wallowing in, they always tasted like rubber. Then, she made bacon and sausage biscuits and shoved two or three at a time into her face. Next was the buttered toast and jelly that got downed in seconds. The drinks were the last things to go down the hatch.

The plates were clean, save for some unmolested pieces of toast, biscuits, bacon, and sausage. There were some packets of grape jelly as well. Flora burped, indicating she was now full. She got off the couch and trotted towards the side table before plucking the wrappers and new book-bag and returning to the main table. She stuffed biscuits and toast into one wrapper, the meats in a second, and the packets of jelly in a third. This was followed by emptying the contents of her old book-bag into her new one and then shoving the old book-bag into a pocket after wadding it up with telekinesis. The wrappers went into another separate pocket as a smile crossed her muzzle.

That sure was good!

Flora agreed. Now her stomach was more than happy to shut the fuck up for once. Her psychic powers seemed to be at a bit of ease now that there was a damn good amount of fuel to leech off of.

Great. The static came back just as she got a pen off the printing press, as well as another key. Jotting down 'Nina, 42' in her diary before putting it, the pen, and the key into her new book-bag, she eyed the door with a feral glare.

Then, the distortion came. Followed by something shouting along the lines of "Where the hell are you?! Show yourssssssself, vile horssssssse!"

"Another one?" Flora asked with a snarl as she cocked her head to the side, "Well, at least I'm in good enough shape to fight now!"

The static grew louder, and so did the shouting.

She hesitated.

The wrinkle opened the door and cast a wrinkly glare on the mare. Stupid bitch looked like a sitting duck now, all he needed to do was--

As soon as he stepped onto the circle, he screamed and recoiled in pain as both of his forelegs became nothing short of wisps like smoke and mist. He tried using his hind legs to stand upright so he could try again. Stepping on the circle again proved to be a fatal mistake as the creature let off his final death throes and the rest of him vanished into thin air.

Flora, Onikiri, and her sibling realized one thing simultaneously.

Those red circles meant that the room in which they were acted as a sort of safe haven.