Hell's Silencing: Forsaken Innocence

Four Jesters. Four of the damn things.

Dead on the literal side of the road.

Flora panted, Flora heaved. Scars decorated her legs and a good chunk of her tail was gone. Good thing it was mostly hair, so it wasn't that big of a deal. She looked at her hurting hind leg and gasped in shock. A thick cut had sliced the margin between the inner walls of a hole and the outside of her leg.....in short, nearly cut the damn thing into a half, given that this hole was dead center of said leg. She painfully raised this hurt appendage, took out the last of her gauze, and hastily attempted to wrap it when she realized that she needed some fucking sewing needles because otherwise the bandages would come off!

FUCK!

Flora couldn't have agreed more. She yanked the Hellish Knife out of the most recent of Jesters and stashed it into her inventory. She looked into the medical kit one more time and saw the two exact things she needed most at the moment: a needle and a rather chunky spool of scarlet thread. She sat down on her haunches and began work, wincing in pain every time the needle was inserted and extracted out of her black, scarred flesh. She desperately needed to cauterize the wound no matter how much she hated fire against flesh because her parents told her that it killed off pretty much all harmful bacteria. But, as she stitched the bleeding gap of the bridge closed, another feeling rose inside her.

Pleasure. Coming from the pain.

She shook her head free of the odd emotion and finished her work, making sure to apply the bandages. She put the needle in the spool's thread and put that into a pocket of her book-bag.

Now standing upright, she let off a sigh and a roll of her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with me and what is Tsuyu gonna think of this shit when she sees me as I am now?!" She shrieked to nobody in particular.

The fog was mocking her. It and the rest of this hellhole wreck refused to answer.

Then, there was another silhouette. Flora squinted her eyes, noticing that there was no static.

The silhouette was that of a unicorn.

She lumbered her way to the unicorn, loading her spear--should another monster strike--into her magical grip.

Again, that unicorn galloped to her and skid to a halt on familiar dark grey hooves nearly shrouded in a black kimono with moving flower patterns.

The spear was put away. Ai Enma seemed to be shocked, confused even, at the sight before her. She circled Flora as if to study every part of her very physical being. Soon, the grey mare returned to stare face to face with the.....thing before her.

"I demand an explanation for this....this....sudden change!" She said, sounding like she was losing her cool.

"I literally have no comment for that. It just....happened." Flora retorted, on her haunches once more and crossing her forelegs.

Ai's hoof instantly connected with her face. Yep, she was definitely losing it. Then again, Wanyudo said that this whole mess was pissing her off.

"Aside from that, I....found....this thing." Flora sighed, producing the music box and showing it to Ai. The Harbringer of Vengeance grasped the box in her own telekinetic grip and studied it at every angle. She then gasped and dropped it onto the pavement.

Flora raised a brow. She somehow got the feeling that she shouldn't be, but she did anyway. Her wings shifted rather uncomfortably.

Ai suddenly reared up on her hind legs and brought down her hooves onto the box and the box cracked. She rose again before slamming the hooves into the box once more, and it broke in two. Again and again it became nothing short of a wreck, save for the actual musical part of the box and another ring. Ai loaded the music-playing thing into the book-bag and held the ring in a magical grip before Flora's eyes.

The black mare studied the ring. Yep, it was indeed a wedding ring. What's more, it didn't sit right with her.

"That wasn't you on that box. It was a doppelganger, if you will. So, therefore, this ring isn't yours; it just happens to be on your person....pony.....whatever the hell we are now." Ai groaned with a nod, slipping the ring onto the toy horse.

Flora breathed the biggest sigh of relief known to all living creatures.

"But that doesn't mean you won't hold a grudge in the near future, for you have suffered a great pain nonetheless." Ai said sternly.

Flora's face curled into a glare. "Really?" She asked, unamused.

Ai simply nodded with a rather shocked stare and away into the fog she galloped.

The static started blaring again.

Thump thump thud scrape.

Flora's heart fell into the bottom of her stomach. She slowly turned her head around...and there was a tall silhouette with a pointed head and a weapon in hand lumbering towards her. It was as if he watched everything.

There was no way she'd be able to get away. Her leg was hurt and she had already expended enough energy as is.

Fear was what cemented her hooves to the pavement.

The fearsome, monstrous beast known as Pyramid Head drew closer. It was being slow on purpose, as if to savor the moments of seeing fear on the mare's face.

Flora looked around frantically, seeing more silhouettes in the sky. She looked back towards Pyrie, whom she noticed wasn't wearing anything.

Panic took root, and the mare spread her wings. She flapped them frantically, slowly taking flight. Higher and higher she flew, away from Pyramid Head and into more silhouettes.

Silhouettes that looked and sounded like Jesters as evidenced by more insane cackles.