Claustrophobia

Chapter 1- This world

I awoke feeling drowsy and confused. I was lying on dirt, but I was pretty sure I had been lying on my bed beforehand.

I didn't want to get up, no, I was much too tired. I shifted my head in a more comfortable position and willed myself back to sleep.

"Quickly, wake up! We need to get to safety!" A stranger shook my body.

A peeked open an eye, to see my visitor.

Oh goodness.

It was a pony, Pinkie Pie to be exact.

This couldn't be happening. My Little Pony is a television show. Complete fiction.

I shakily stared at my body, already knowing what was going on.

I was a pony too.

My body was purple and my mane and tail was a darker, nearly black, purple. This was the character I had always imagined myself as.

"Quickly, stranger!" Pinkie said, grabbing the hoof I was staring intently at.

"You're a....pony." I said dumbly.

"Yes,yes! We all are!" Pinkie said urgently, rushing me along the ground.

"Where...are we?" I whispered.

This couldn't be Ponyville. The ground around us was blank dirt, leading into a heavily forested area. If I squinted, I could see a few caves.

"The World."

"Which world? Where exactly are we?" I said, fear rising up in me. Something wasn't right. Pinkie would have just told me where in Equestria we were.

She dragged me further across the bare ground, head darting around like she was searching for something.

"What's your name?" Pinkie asked in a rather forced tone, like she was trying to keep her mind off something.

I nearly blurted out my real name, but then I remember that my name would probably be seen as strange compared to the names of the ponies. "Sketch." I used the name of the OC I had took the form of.

"I haven't seen you around... Where have you been hiding? Can I hide with you?"

I swallowed. Pinkie mentioning hiding set off so many red flags in my head.

Something has to be going on here.

"Erm.... I don't know what you are talking about..." Might as well tell the truth.

Pinkie paused, letting go of my hoof. "What? You don't have a hiding place? That's very dangerous, Sketch... The Creatures could easily get you."

I audibly choked. "The what?!"

Not good. Not good at all.

"How naive are you?" Pinkie asked, looking honestly surprised.

"I'm not from here, you see-" I started to murmur.

"Oh! So you are one of those ponies.." She said cryptically.

It was at right at this moment, I decided I no longer wanted to be in the world, or whatever the crap this universe I was called. Too many red flags, too little time.

To the right of us, in the forest, I heard a crunch.

Pinkie's eyes widened. "Oh no. C'mon," she murmured quickly, "we need to go."

Suddenly, a creature burst from the bushes.

It was huge, towering a couple feet over Pinkie and I's petite figures. It was vaguely dog shaped, with a dark green body. Most particular was bright green markings that went through the body, snaking around it. At the creatures rump, the two streams intertwined, forming a twisted tail. It was a quadruped, the front set of paws short than the back, giving the body a slanted angle. It's eyes were a blank green, making it seem lifeless. But it was very much alive.

With surprising speed, it lunged at Pinkie, holding the mare down with sharp claws.

It sunk its long fangs into the base of her neck, right above the collar bone. Pinkie screamed, tears springing into my eyes as the shrill sound assaulted my ears.

I stepped back, fear taking over me. My breathing turned harsh as I watched Pinkie convulse in pain.

The Creature retracted its fangs from her neck, swinging blood off them.

To my surprise, it simply crawled off her and retreated into the forest.

I had expected it to rip into her flesh, then finish me off.

I took a feeble step forward. Pinkie had gone limp, blood slowly pumping out of the wound on her neck and a couple other scratches.

I swallowed dryly. Was she dead?

To my relief, Pinkie stirred. I stepped back and gave her some space. She quickly got to her hooves.

Something was different.

Her eyes, instead of their usual blue, were an ugly green. They were slanted down, giving her a solemn appearance.

Her hair suddenly lost all bounce, reverting to her 'Pinkemena Diane Pie' persona.

My eye twitched and I went very fast in the opposite direction, walking backwards.

"You're the naive new meat. New meat DESERVES TO BE EATEN!" She hissed, licking her lips. The mare crouched down, stalking towards me like an animal.

This couldn't be happening. The whole thing about Pinkie being a cannibal was a joke about a fanfiction.

I screamed and retreated faster, only to slam into something hard and solid.

I slumped onto my haunches, turning my head back.

I had ran into some invisible wall. The impact had sent purple shockwaves racing through where I assumed the rest of the wall was. I gasped.

I was trapped here.

"There isn't enough food for everypony." Pinkie Pie hissed cruelly. "Some have to be sacrificed."

I slumped further down, feel helpless and tears streaming down my eyes.

I could dart in either direction, but it wouldn't matter. I couldn't run far, I didn't have the stamina. She would catch me anyway.

I closed my eyes, sobbing. I just wish she would get it over with, the anxiety was killing me.

My mane fell into my face, somewhat comforting me with the familiar feeling of hair over my eyes. But the purple clumps were alien to my normal brown hair.

Gusts of wind startled me and I felt arms wrap around my chest. I was lifted into the air, crying and screaming. I forced on of my eyes open. Pinkie was on the ground, several feet below, growling and jumping, trying to reach me.

As my acrophobia kicked in, I went into hysteria.