Ponysia: The Dark Side of the Whooves

Chapter One

What Happened in September?

Vinyl opened her eyes to a scene she didn’t expect. She was in a room of dull gray stone. She was lying in a mixture of what seemed to be blood and water.

“Where the buck am I and what in the world happened,” she said looking around. She noticed a watch on her hoof. The date said February 18th, 2006. “What? I couldn’t have been a sleep for that long,” she said, trying to remember when last time she was awake. It then hit her that she woke up with amnesia. All she remembered was that she was at a party in September, 2004.

“Gah, I can’t remember what happened in September. Now it’s dark and I’m alone. It’s been forever since I could’ve remembered. Where the hell is everypony I just want to know this story ‘bout what happened right before I became so alone,” Vinyl sang. She got up from the ground and took notice to her surroundings. A room with a desk and several bookcases; the room was lit by just a few torches. “Sheesh, this place at least could be more modernized.”

She then noticed what room she was in. The study of whoever was hosting the party, but whom? She tried to think more of what happened in September.

“Grr, still can’t remember what happened in September,” she said. She looked around. The memory of the door that led out of there was regained. She turned around only to see the door was sealed and had iron bars blocking the door. Hope faded from Vinyl. There was a note on the table. Vinyl picked it up and read.

“I noticed the amnesia that I’ve been having. So, I made this note to keep you informed. Well, as of now I can’t even remember what happened but I do know that something horrible happened and Whooves must be put to justice for whatever he’s done. You must go forth deeper into Castle Whoovenburg and learn what happened.

Your former self,

Vinyl”

Vinyl looked forward and saw a door. She remembered a door leading into a drawing room. She walked through and gained another memory.

***

“Vinyl, there is something I must tell you. A horrible breakout happened at the party. Everypony fled around in the castle. Luckily for you, I saved you from the fight that caused everypony to hide away in the castle,” lied Whooves walking up to Vinyl to help her up from the floor that had glass on it.

“That doesn’t seem very logical. If there was a fight, why would they flee somewhere in this castle when they could just escape outside?” Vinyl asked.

“I don’t know all I know is that a fight happened and that everyone turned on you until I took you into safety here. Meanwhile they fled somewhere in the castle. Vinyl, you must not forget this they’re the bad ones. They deserve to be…well…punished,” he fibbed, a small grin on his face.

“Ok,” Vinyl said with a look of utter confusion on her face.

***

“So the ponies were bad?” Vinyl said obviously flabbergasted. “But, they’re my friends right?” Vinyl walked through a door that was in the drawing room. I lead to a guest room. Vinyl found another note. It read:

“Listen up Vinyl, I must inform you that you must understand that the ponies were your friends, never forget that. Don’t believe what Whooves tells you; he is brainwashing you.”

Vinyl was confused. She decided it would be best to believe her own self. Vinyl was determined to bring justice to Whooves for whatever he did in September. Vinyl went out the room and through the door on the other side of the drawing room. It was a room that wasn’t even lit. Vinyl picked up a flint and steel that was on a surface next to Vinyl and lit a torch in the room. It was Whooves bedroom. A diary lied on a dresser next to Whooves’s bed. The first entry read:

“Finally, the joys of their suffering shall be experienced once again. All I have to do now is get her to do it for me. Tests on my servants are going not so good. I just can’t figure out how to mutilate them to what I want them to be without them dying of the agony they go through.”

The second entry read:

“Success at last; my first mutilated minion is a success. They strike fear into all the hearts of the slaves (well, the rainbow one, not so much but she still shows loathing towards the mere sight of them). Finally, this will pay off and I will be able to rejoice at the weakness of my slaves. All I have to do is brainwash her and I will be 20% more happy towards what I’ve accomplished.”

Vinyl threw the diary across the room.

“It was only text on a sheet of paper, Vinyl. It doesn’t mean anything, right?” she said. She walked out of the room. “Now where do I go?”

She then spotted a lump under the rug in the drawing room. She pulled away the rug, uncovering a hatch in the floor. Another memory hit her.

***

“You noticed how big this castle is, right Vinyl?” Whooves inquired.

“Yes, and I’ve been wondering, so far, I’ve only seen a few doors and it makes me wonder, how is it that the castle is so big, yet, there are only so many doors linking to the castle?” she responded.

“Because you haven’t seen everything yet,” Whooves said pulling away a rug revealing a hatch in the floor. “This leads to much of the rest of the castle. Come, my servants and I believe that most of the ponies fled some places through here.” This made Vinyl wonder.

“How would they be down there if one: it is secret, and two: if it was the one and possibly only way to get into the rest of the castle?”

“Well, one: because they might’ve found it, and two: because there are a few other ways to access the rest of the castle,” Whooves said as he climbed down the hatch. Vinyl became more suspicious but just went along with the stallion that supposedly saved her.

***

Vinyl opened the hatch, it was a dark descent downwards but Vinyl braved up and began to go down the dark descent.