Twilight Sparkle finds herself in an unfamiliar location, her wings shackled to the wall. She is extremely disoriented, and she tries to identify her surroundings. She is in a musky, dim lit room, with about the arm length of three humans (Just for reference, ponies don’t actually know about humans). As she struggled with her binds, there was a faint noise near the corner of the room. A box of light lit up, with the following static. Twilight was confused by this, but she recognized it from some of the Technomancers she had met while in college (Yes, it is a type of magic).
As she started to continue on her struggle, something appeared in the box. It was the numbers 6, 3, and 7.

“This makes no sense…” Twilight was starting to panic by then.

Right then, the box had flashed, and a particularly creepy face had appeared. It looked like a sort of doll. As if that wasn’t freaky enough, it started to talk.

“Hello, my dear Twilight.” The doll said.

“What do you want from me?” Twilight asked.

“There is nothing that I want, but something that I need.” The doll replied.

“Release me this instance! I want to go home!” Twilight demanded.

“Home? Is that what you really want? You don’t want the comfort of your friends, or maybe the love of a family member? I hope that your next few days might change that.” The doll was starting to become increasingly menacing.

“Please, just let me go. I don’t even know you!”

“Oh, I am pretty sure you do, princess. You know me very well. Let us not dwell on this. We have much to do.”

Twilight’s eyes darted every which way for some kind of escape. She found nothing.

“You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room you die in.” The doll said with its scratchy, low pitched voice.

The doll’s eyes sunk into Twilight’s brain like a brick. She was sure she could not unsee that face once she escaped. IF she escaped.

She could hear a sound. Something similar to running water from a stream.

“You may not know it, but there are tubes on each side of your room. These tubes will release a deadly nerve toxin. One that will instantly end your life with one touch.” The doll explained.

“Your wings are restrained with steel that I have found around this place. These are your only constraints. If you wish to live, you must first find the will to endure this mass amount of pain. We will see if your fear will take over.”

With that, the light disappeared, and Twilight was left alone to dwell on what the doll had just said. Suddenly, a clock appeared on the wall next to her.

One minute.

She hurriedly tried to find a way out of the constraints, but it all came down to one dreadful option.

With a swift movement, she slowly dislocated her wings, one by one, each time crying out in pain. Away from the shackles, she ran to the door.

Thirty Seconds.

It was locked with some sort of combination. She tried desperately to remember what the code was.

“Come on, you are better than this!” She cursed at herself.

Just then, she remembered. The box had shown her the numbers, but what were they? She tried a few codes.

365? No, that didn't work.

954? Not that one either.

“Dammit!” Twilight looked at the timer. Only ten seconds left.

She then tried one more code, hopefully being the right one.

1. The door swung open. And she scrambled through the doorway. The timer stopped at four seconds.

You couldn't have made it any earlier, could you? Twilight thought to herself.

Another box lit up, with the doll’s remorseless face up close, staring into her own.

“I see you have completed your first test. I applaud you. Most of my specimens couldn't complete their first test. But I have much in store for you, my little pony. I would like to play a game. I hope you are ready.”

The box then shut off, and Twilight took her extra time to examine it. The box had the word “Television” on the side, so she guessed that was what they were called. Twilight had to find a way out, and she had to find her friends.

She entered the room nearest to her, the door agape, nearly falling off its hinges. She found it was a bathroom, and she tried to drink from the water, only to find it had been long contaminated by the infestation of insects and poor plumbing. She immediately spit out the water in disgust.

“I can already tell I am going to have a fun time here.” Twilight said to herself.

It was then that she noticed something in the mirror. On the back wall, there were letters written in dark red paint. Or at least she thought it was paint. It had said “Look for a key. This might give you an IDEA.”

The note made no sense at all. But a thought in the back of her mind gave her chills. She saw some X-Rays of her skull on the counter, and she moved over to examine them. Her heart immediately sank, as she soon realized what had to be done. In the X-Ray photographs, She saw that a key had been implanted in her eye socket.

“Oh please no…” Twilight almost couldn't cope with what she had to do next.

Next to the X-Rays on the floor were some audio tapes. She played the first one.

“I see you have completed my first game. But do you have the will to complete this next task of mine? I have inserted the key to your survival in your eye socket. There is a knife in the toilet. But be wary, for there are other things you must look out for.” The doll had explained in the tape.

She played the next one, but was greeted by a laugh, one that could only come from a clown.

She walked over to the toilet, and tried to see what kind of things the doll could have kept inside there. She couldn't see a thing.

“I guess there is only one way to do this.” Twilight told herself.

It took all of her strength to finally reach into the toilet, but once she did, pain immediately shot up her forearm. The doll had hid needles inside the toilet, and a lot of them. It took a whole four seconds of unbearable pain, but she finally found the scalpel. The surgical item was drenched in stinking water and other filth left from the unfiltered septic pit. There was only one thing left to do.

As she removed the remaining bacteria filled syringes from her forearm, Twilight moved back to the counter. She stared into the mirror, and looked back to the X-Rays. She did this for about three minutes, memorizing the location of the key, and where she needed to cut to prevent permanent damage.

“You can do this, Twilight. Just get it over with, and you can find you friends.” She told herself.

With all of her courage, she started cutting just underneath her left eyelid. She noticed a line of stitches, perhaps left from her earlier surgery. Twilight stopped cutting, and was already tearful. She continued this pattern for a long while, stopping from the sheer pain, and then having to continue a few seconds later. Twilight was unsure of how long she could endure this nightmare.

With a perfect curve under her eye, all Twilight had to do was get the key. But it wasn’t that easy. As you know, ponies do not have fingers, or even hands for that matter. So how do you think she could get the key out of there? Painfully enough, she used her magic to enlarge the wound, and forcefully remove the key from behind her eye. You can imagine how that must’ve felt. With one last pull, she had the key. Twilight was lying in a pool of sweat and blood near the door.

She was slightly relieved, but more so fearful of what she had to accomplish next. When she finally mustered the strength to move on, she found that the key had to be used to move on to the next room.

As she entered the room, she noticed four sheets of metal, each one besides on another in a tight circle, with ponies lying on each of them. The next thing she noticed was that there were bombs planted around the room, each one with a blinking red light. Another television in the room had turned on, greeting Twilight with that god forsaken doll.

“Hello Twilight. I see you had enough strength to remove the key. I hope that wasn't too painful. We have much to do.” The doll said.

“Will you kindly tell me as to who you are, and why have you trapped me here?” Twilight demanded.

“You can refer to me as Jigsaw, for I am the only face you will see for a while. Unless, of course, you make the right decisions. You are here because I want you here. You are here, because of the pain you have caused to those around you. The indirect threats to their way of life, their job, their families. You don’t know how many you have hurt, do you?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about! What are you planning to do with me?” Twilight was getting impatient.

“I want you to play a game. I want you to realize the suffering that others feel. I want you to know what it is like to fight for your life every second; not knowing what is around the corner. Do you know how it is for others to go through the intense pain of dehydration and hunger, while you sit around on your ass all day, nourished by clean, crystal water and warm, delicious food? Comforted by your friends. Aided by a mentor. Protected by those around you?”

Twilight had an idea of the reasoning for her pain, but she had to know more.

“What are the rules to this game?” Twilight asked.

“The rules of our game have been very clear. You need to abide by those rules. I think you already know what is at stake here.” Jigsaw replied.

“There are four bodies, ready to cut open. Only one contains the mean to continue. But the knife may yet betray you. Choose wisely.” With that, the Television shut off.

Twilight was left to decide the fate of these unlucky ponies. She picked up the knife, and proceeded to the first body. With a look of uncertainty, she cut into the gray coat of the pony, releasing a large stream of blood. She hesitated, but Twilight reached into the body, desperately trying to find the key. Desperately hoping this pony’s death wasn't in vein.

There was no key.

With a gulp of dread, she moved onto the second body, hoping for a different outcome. As she moved from one body to the next, Twilight became increasingly unable to control her emotions. She wept as she found that each body she cut open was the wrong one. She finally moved onto the last body, and was sure this one had the key. As Twilight removed the key from the unfortunate soul, the television turned on again.

“How does it feel, knowing you have ended four lives at your own hoof? Now tell me, did you know those ponies were alive? They were just unconscious. Don’t worry, they didn't feel a thing. I think.”

With that, Twilight completely broke down. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing for everything that’s happened.

“I will be glad to see your next decision. I wonder if your friends will feel the same. Do you think that chatterbox of yours has shut up by now? Let us hope your fear does not cloud your judgment, and your ability to complete the task at hand. Good luck.”

When the Television had shut off, Twilight knew what was happening.

Her friends were trapped here too, and she had to go find them.

Author's Note

I am thinking about continuing this series, depending on what kind of feedback I receive. Feel free to say whatever you like about the story. I will be needing the feedback.