Luna's Home for Supernaturally Gifted Individuals

by Lillyfroo

Rating: everyone
Tags: Alternate Universe, Comedy, Slice of Life
Length: 473

Hi, I'm Woodspark, and I'm imprisoned in this dump.

Hi, I'm Woodspark, and I'm imprisoned in this dump. They call it Luna's Home for Supernaturally Gifted Individuals - Gifted my flank. All of the ponies here are weirdos, or innocents. The precious ponies keep us here so we don't "Chaotically destroy and/or change" the land of Equestria. Well, a load of creatures aren't that bad.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-30 20:58:35 UTC

Welcome to tartarus...

Why, hello there, mares and stallions. Bet you're wondering why I'm complaining, with guards feeding me. Well, the thing is, they aren't. They didn't come back. Left us here to starve - good thing that none of us need actual food. Why am I here? Well, I am 'Supernaturally Gifted' - pretty much, I was cursed by my adoptive parents to become half-timberwolf. They wanted me to be more like them - I was abandoned in the woods, a defenseless little earth pony.

I'm happy the way I am.

This place is full of supernatural beings; Sharp-tooth the vampony, Woodland Whispers the Fairy, Haunted Hollows the ghost and Laser-beam, the witch. I was chosen to be roomies with Sharp - he isn't that bad, besides his nervous glances out of the window and the fact that his constant babbling keeps me up all night. Woodland can be heard screaming and begging for the sun to come back from her room, where she is roomed with Haunted. The poor guy always floats in here and begs us to stay there for the night. It isn't much of an improvement, to be honest, as Sharp insists on mumbling about absolutely everything AT MIDNIGHT!

All we can hope is that we get let out soon, and also that Sharp and Woodland shut up. Oh, and that Laser wouldn't be so shy. Poor mare hasn't spoken since we arrived.

See ya diary!

Woodspark

DAY 2

Well that was awkward...

Sharp woke me up at 5 AM and begged me to let him drink my blood. I accepted, of course, but half-way through the tired stallion passed out and started getting a red-hot sunburn on his stomach, which looks pretty weird, considering he's bleach-white. He has a strangely neat black mane, that only ever gets a little ruffled then springs back into place. I doubt that my tree-brown mane would ever do that.

Woodland was bugging me all morning, asking if the door was unlocked yet. I said no, of course, but it turned out it was unlocked, but fences were blocking our escape. Woodland seemed happy fluttering her creepy glowing wings around in the morning sunlight while Sharp was mindlessly wandering around, barely keeping his eyes open. He collapsed on the floor and Laser levitated him very carefully onto the sofa and left him there. Poor mare, doing the hard stuff - from the determination in her eyes alone, I could tell that he was heavy.

The day continued as normal; Sharp not waking up until 6 PM and when he did, he screamed "SEVEN! The answer is SEVEN!" before realizing that he is eighteen years old and in a prison for 'dangerous' creatures. I wonder how anyone could find that guy intimidating.

I guess we'll never know.

See ya,

Woodspark