Fluttershy waited for several minutes for either Celestia or her own escorts to return, but as the sun began to set across the horizon, Fluttershy knew she would have to fly herself back to Ponyville. She took a deep breath, spread her wings wide, and began flapping, ascending into the sky.

Fluttershy’s started to worry as dark clouds collected over the island and raindrops drizzled down on her. The rain steadily picked up as she flew higher and Fluttershy gasped when the first crackle of thunder and lightning flashed across the sky. She was now trapped in a lightning storm, or worse, a hurricane.

Fluttershy’s fears seemed realized when the winds grew heavy and blew her wings open, pushing her back toward the island. Fluttershy attempted to control her glide but the winds grew stronger, forcing her downward. She began picking up speed toward the large stone building that had caught the corner of her eye ever since she had arrived.

Fluttershy made a sharp, sudden turn with her right wing in order to avoid crashing into the building. A quick zap of lightning struck her and she slammed her right up against the side of a stone wall, snapping many of the small bones in her wing. The pegasus shrieked in pain as her wing broke and she slammed face first into the dirt, sizzling from the electricity. A small dose of lightning was not usually lethal to ponies in Equestria (the pegasii in Cloudsdale dealt with it all the time), but it was still unpleasant.

Disoriented, Fluttershy hobbled around, dragging her busted wing beside her. She sobbed and sniffled as the pain and humiliation were too much for her. She barely noticed when she approached the front gate of the crumbling structure.

The rusted iron gate clattered, creaked, and clanged as it swung back and forth. The padlock was missing and the latch had long since rusted out of shape. The racket filled Fluttershy with dread, especially when combined with the clamor of the rain, thunder, and lightning. Fluttershy looked up at the stone archway, upon which were engraved the words: FLUTTER INSTITUTE OF MENTAL HEALTH.

Fluttershy gulped in dread as she reluctantly trotted up to the large wooden doors past the front gate. She tugged open at the door handles with her hooves and the wind flung them wide open. The poor pegasus fluttered away in surprise, wondering why the doors were not locked, but then realized whatever lock held them together had somehow worn out in the past 19 years.

After much consternation, Fluttershy finally stepped inside, the marble floor echoing her every hoofstep. The forceful winds slammed the doors shut behind her. The pain of being zapped and having her wing broken took all her energy. All four of Fluttershy’s legs buckled under her and she collapsed to the ground, exhausted. Fluttershy cried herself to sleep. She wished she had somepony, anypony to cuddle up with.

Fluttershy fell into a deep sleep and began to dream. She felt herself floating through a dark, empty void. She couldn’t even see her hoof in front of her face. She could barely hear the sound of voices as a strange vapor began to envelop her.

“This patient is dead…” an unfamiliar female voice said, “So was the last one…”

“It doesn’t matter…” an eerily familiar male voice replied, “The experiment must continue…”

“But we have three patients dead already!” the female voice argued, “We can’t keep doing this! It’s coldblooded murder!”

“Dragons are coldblooded…” the male voice remarked, “An equine’s blood is warm…bring in the next patient, please…”

Fluttershy could hear faint sounds of struggling and begging, and then what seemed to be the tightening of straps.

“Dr. Cuttershy…Dr. Cuttershy!” the female voice pleaded, “For Celestia’s sake, STOP!!”

“This is for Celestia’s sake.” the male voice responded.

“Uncle Cuttershy, don’t!!” Fluttershy found herself shouting, but speaking to nopony.

“You’ve been a bad little filly, Fluttershy…” said Cuttershy’s gravely, smoke-damaged voice, “Time to go to the no-no room…”

Cuttershy’s voice was drowned out by the sounds of tormented shrieks and some kind of mechanical whirring. The vapor started to clear and the sounds quickly faded away into silence.

Fluttershy found herself standing on the solid marble floor of the asylum and could make out some sort of table in the distance. She began to walk toward it against her will, as if her legs had a mind of their own. The pegasus’ jaw dropped in disbelief and horror as she saw an exact duplicate of herself lying on a rusted gurney, its legs and wings strapped down tightly.

Fluttershy’s legs betrayed her as they latched her hooves onto the side of the gurney and forced her to take a closer look at her doppleganger. Other-Fluttershy’s eyes and mouth had been stitched shut. The actual Fluttershy attempted to turn her head away, but found herself paralyzed, as Other-Fluttershy turned its own head.

Other-Fluttershy forced its own eyelids open, breaking free of the stiches. All real Fluttershy could look into was Other-Fluttershy’s empty sockets and the nerve muscles twitching behind them. Other-Fluttershy then tore its own jaw open, ripping the stitches and revealing a mouthful of rotted teeth, but no tongue.

“You’re going to…you’re going to…” Other-Fluttershy muttered, in a guttural voice that sounded like two rusty blades scraping together, “You’re going to…you’re going to…”

“LOVE ME!!!!” Other-Fluttershy screamed in a horrid bellowing echo that shook the foundations of the building.

Other-Fluttershy opened its mouth so wide that its jaw was detached and the skin began ripping from its skull. Other-Fluttershy broke free of its restraints as the real Fluttershy fell backwards on her flank and looked up in shock. Other-Fluttershy took its hooves and continued to tear at its face until it undressed itself from its own skin. A putrid, rotted mass of muscle, organs, and bones began to lumber toward Fluttershy before it collapsed and embraced her. The rotting corpse of a pony hugged Fluttershy so tightly that the mare’s spine snapped in two and…

Fluttershy woke up screaming, her eyes darting across the room for any signs of her departed uncle, or her living corpse of a twin. She soon realized she was still on the floor of the abandoned asylum, and that all had been a horrible nightmare. She had no memory of Uncle Cuttershy being a doctor, much less working in an asylum, and he had never told her to go to the “no-no room”. She certainly didn’t have a twin sister, especially not one that was a reanimated corpse.

“Only a dream…it was only a dream…” she tried to tell herself, still hyperventilating, “There’s nothing here…no ghosts…no corpses…no…”

Even if she were still snug in her own bed, the nightmare would still have been terrifying, and her current surroundings only exacerbated the dread and tension. She was trapped on an island she had never heard of before, inside an abandoned asylum, where Celestia knows what was out to get her.

Fluttershy put her front hooves over her eyes and desperately tried to go back to sleep. Her friends and family would be back for her in the morning and she could put this horrible ordeal behind her. Fear and trepidation kept Fluttershy awake, and she forced herself to trot in a circle in order to tire herself out and put her mind at ease.

Fluttershy eventually calmed down as moonlight began to shine through the cracks and crevices of the old building. The storm had ceased hours ago, and the glow of the moon comforted Fluttershy with thoughts of Princess Luna.

Another chill ran up the poor mare’s spine as she was then reminded of Nightmare Moon. Had the princess become Nightmare Moon once more and sent her that terrible dream? No, Luna was a changed pony. Fluttershy could tell, just as she could tell the true nature of the animals and creatures around her, even when everypony else misunderstood them. Dragons and ursas were not all terrible monsters, and neither was her Uncle Cuttershy.

Fluttershy thought her mind was playing tricks on her again when she saw a little white bunny, about the same size as angel, slowly hopping toward her. She frantically rubbed her eyes, hoping it would disappear, until it bounced right up against her leg and she stroked its ears.

The little bunny was real, and appeared to be quite underfed. Fluttershy could see the shape of its spine and ribcage under its fur.

“You poor little thing!” she consoled, “When’s the last time you’ve eaten? Let’s find you something to eat!”

The half-starved rabbit began hopping in the opposite direction and Fluttershy started to follow it.

“Wait, little guy!” she called out, “Where are you going? Come back!”

The rabbit began to pick up speed and Fluttershy broke into a gallop, almost forgetting her surroundings. The light of the moon allowed her to see fairly well and she was able to turn around corners whenever the rabbit did so. Before she even realized it, the starving white rabbit had led her down a flight of metal stairs to an underground sub-level. Fluttershy was still able to see because there was a large hole in the ceiling that lead up to the outside grounds.

“Hey, little guy!” Fluttershy shouted, “Where are you?!”

Fluttershy heard no response but a slight echo from the staircase, and the bunny had disappeared. The pegasus’ sense of dread returned when she found herself surrounded by a room of empty gurneys with straps, looking all too similar to the one in her dream. More than half of the gurneys of the ten in the room still had old, tattered mattresses on them, and more than half of the mattresses were stained with faded reddish-brown blotches and the musty stench of old urine.

“Where the hay am I?” Fluttershy found herself saying.

At the far end of the room was another gurney, this one attached to what appeared to be a large metal helmet hanging down from the ceiling. A trail of electric wires lead up to an old rusty lever in the OFF position. The helmet itself contained a muzzle strap and even a rubber bit to attach to some poor pony’s mouth.

Fluttershy wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know an old electroshock therapy machine when she saw one, but she was a little surprised to think that either of the princesses would approve of such practices. She then figured that perhaps they disapproved after all, and that’s why this room had been built underground. Still, what had made that large hole in the ceiling?

As if in disagreement to Fluttershy’s assessment, Fluttershy’s eyes widened in fear at the writing that had been apparently chiseled into the stone wall. It read, in large, unmistakable letters: ABANDONED BY CELESTIA

Author's Note

Okay, so I may have ripped off "Abandoned By Disney" with that last part, but its a good ripoff. :-)

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Abandoned_by_Disney

This chapter has been re-edited thanks to lordofmyth, who pointed out that Fluttershy could just simply fly off the island. Now she has a broken wing. :-)