A New Pony In School

"OW!!", I whispered to myself as I picked myself up off the floor and onto my own four hooves. There was a rustling of fabric and the rhythmic sound of fast moving hooves as the cloaked foal ran off into the darkness. These were soon joined by my own as I cantered in hot pursuit. The foal didn't seem to know where they were going half the time, and Soon i had them in a closed room, alone in the darkness.

I reached out with my magic to rip off their cloak and reveal their identity as another strand of glowing purple magic gently closed and locked the door behind me. I can't remember the next few seconds. I only remember waking, on a stony floor, pain tearing through the side of my head and my right wing, which appeared to be broken. the foal galloped toward the door and began banging on it. Thankfully, the door held. I winced as i stood up, and felt a trickle of warm wet liquid run down my furry brown face. I mustered all of my strength, and as the foal had their back to me, I lifted my hind legs up and BUCKED them into the cloaked pony's foreleg. As I put the down again I noticed a drop of red sliding down the foal's foreleg, and land with a fain drip on the paved stone floor. The pony stopped bashing the door and stiffened. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, their hoof lashed out, as the foal turned toward me, and hit me in the muzzle, and I slammed into the wall in the corner of the small room.

I looked up at the foal, hidden in shadow, as I wiped the trickle of blood oozing from my lip away. There was no escape. I tried to squeeze myself further into the narrow corner. The foal looked down at me and raised a sharp hoof to bring down upon me once more, and as they did so, their cloak fell onto the floor, exposing their true self. Only two words of the thousand in my head managed to escape my lips as I stared in horror and disbelief. "Pencil Case?"

Pencil Case only smiled with a deranged and somewhat proud look on his face. He stepped away from me and kicked the stone wall to his left. A large hole appeared, not big enough for a goat, and too big for a chicken, but the perfect size.... for a foal.

"So, you figured it out, huh? How does it feel? How does it feel to have your best friend stand before you, as you quake with fear? I'd feel 'simply awful' in your place, wouldn't you agree?" All I could do is stand there as my friend, my best friend, revealed himself as a betrayer, a backstabber, a liar. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as the pain in my wing became irrelevant compared to the piercing pain that seemed to wrench my heart out of my chest.

"I would love to continue our game, little foalish filly, but, rules are rules, and now you know who I am, I can't let you live, at least not for long. Any last requests before you become Cerberus food?"

A low growling seemed to echo through the room, and I gulped to think of the fate that would become of me. Death by being fed to Cerberi was an ancient and excruciatingly painful means of torture. And this one seemed hungry...