Hell's Silencing: Forsaken Innocence

Flora had to force herself to put weight on her injured hoof as she limped to the rusted door with the Claw Key in her mouth. The door was so close, and yet so far. The lantern wavered as she raised both forelegs and swung as if in a breeze every time her hooves connected with the grimy, tiled floor. Damn that laughing....thing that nearly killed her. No, scratch that, damn everything.

No, that wasn't right. That mysterious Tsuyu unicorn was actually nice to little Flora, who still had a lot to learn from the whole world and the people within. Perhaps, then, the same could be said for her friends once they saw she wasn't... one of them, at least. And then there was the spear-wielding Pyramid Head. Why'd he....help her?

Suddenly, Mr. Cackles was thrown into the room, a wicked blade sailing clean through the air right next to Flora's cheek as he landed into a stove and died instantly. The mare looked at her savior who stood in the doorway. She froze.

He walked to her and knelt next to her. He attached a few gossamer stings to his spear and wrapped the whole thing unto Flora's body, making sure not to knock anything else over. He then stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and nodded, which caused his namesake helmet to follow suit. Flora nodded as a means of thanks (otherwise she'd lose the key had she talked) before he bounded out the door with such grace it made a freaking demon look bad. Thankfully, the open entrance didn't break anymore than it already had been broken by that first one-armed thing.

The mare turned to the door, which still sat there mocking her. She could sense it doing so. That was how convinced she was. She then turned to the deceased Mr. Cackles and saw something glinting in the light of the lantern. She limped over and leaned a hoof on the wall to keep her balance as she reached to...

Flora's other hoof stopped short of where the monster's junk would be. She felt like gagging, her eyes wide as she nearly swallowed the key.

Another blade replaced the male-exclusive part. It shot straight up and made Flora think Pyrie didn't finish it off already. She was wondering how it didn't slice the flesh it was attached to clean off. It had many hideous hooks lining the otherwise-straight blade, and on one hook hung a wet piece of paper.

The hoof gingerly took the paper off of the...metal special part before she laid it down to dry. The key was removed with the hoof on the wall before being put next to the useless remains of a former tree.

Flora turned to a bucket hanging on the wall. Thankfully, she did not need to take it down as it was just the proper height to...

There went Flora's stomach. Into the bucket that found its last use. For a few minutes she did nothing but release her stomach.

Once she got done upchucking, she gasped for air as acid tried burning her esophagus away.

"OH MY GOD. JUST. No." Flora hissed, shutting her eyes as she heard liquid drop onto the floor from an unspecified height.

She looked at the paper. Now it was dry, but it stank of urine. The key remained unaffected by the horrid taste. The paper was blank anyway, no reason to get it. Or keep it for that matter.

Flora picked the key up with her mouth, making sure the lock-cracking end was out in the open. She then limped her way to the door that kept bullying her and jammed the key into the lock.

Click.

The door opened on its own accord, allowing entry. She saw nothing beyond the darkness of the rusted storage room despite the lantern being so bright she'd be blinded if she looked into it for too long.

Limping inside, the mare saw nothing.

The door slammed shut behind her, forcing her into panic.

And just when she thought it could not get any worse, that was when she heard it.

A siren began its wailing in the distance.