Six Rooms

The next room was quiet for a long while. The creature could hear distant arguing behind the glass frequently until a figure was rushed in front of it. The intercom crackled with Fluttershy's shaking voice bawling behind it. "I-I am so sorry. Fluttershy continued to whimper and snivel as she prepared the experiment. "P-p-please... f-forgive me!" Both side walls opened, growling echoed from within. "F-feed, my angels." On the right side, a Bengal tiger crawled out, immediately pouncing on the creature. Claws dug into what was left of the bound limbs ready to feast. The tiger sank its teeth into the side of the creature, and ripped out a mouthful of flesh. The tiger lifted its head back slowly to chew down the meat, but was stopped. From the left, a black bear charged from the darkness and rammed the tiger head on, throwing it off of the stone slab onto the ground. The tiger recovered and began to retaliate. The tiger leaped for the bears throat, but the bear countered with a swinging paw, knocking the tiger back. The tiger paced to and fro, trying to find an opening. When the tiger was ready, it leaped on the table to get a better advantage. The bear circled the table, which the tiger followed suit, leaving impressions and cuts in the victim's body as the tiger spun its body around. The tiger leaped again, causing the two animals to roll around as they clawed and bit one another. The scuffle lasted for a few minutes. They could all hear muffled wails and banging on the glass, but it was easy to ignore when their lives were on the line. When it ended, the tiger rose and made a fierce growl. It limped its way over to the victory meal and pulled itself up onto the dinner table. It slowly bent down and opened its mouth from which it drew its scattered breaths. Inches away from tongue touches skin, it stopped; its pupils dilated, heart thumping out of its chest came to a halt, its body landed on the meal before rolling off the table. The creature would have sighed with relief if not for its wounds. There was no dialogue to progress the creature to the next test, only the sight of the Fluttershy's face pressed against the glass, beads of tears trickling down it.

The door opened to a blinding light and beautiful sounds. Its eyes widened to the glistening beauty that stood before it. The creature could barely believe its own eyes when it saw it was outside again. Green grass, beautiful trees with ripe apples budding out of the limbs, small animals, birds chirping, and the sweet air moving through the victim's blood-filled lungs. The stone slab rolled past the wilderness for what seemed like hours for the creature. Until the stone released it, stopped with a screeching halt and threw the animal forward. Falling flat on its face, the creature was relieved for it to be finally over. It buried its nose in the grass as it thought of the divine, merciful being that pitied the beast; it knew she cared for all, even the most despicable. It knew that it would eventually die from its wounds, but in that moment it was content with death. So as it laid there, no limbs to pick itself up, it laid there waiting for death with a smile. But an intercom cracked, behind it was the southern drawl of Applejack's voice. "Thank ya for completin' test five. Please be patient for the next test." Its head shot up, wide eyed. The leaves falling from the trees evaporated, the soft earth and damp grass morphed into the cold stone that ensnared it, and the air returned to its original, musky state. The creature was once again in the stone cubicle of a torture chamber. "Beautiful, wasn't it? Well, prepare for ya next test." The creature didn't move a muscle during the transition of scenery. Its heart didn't even skip a beat when the intercom turned on. The creature was exhausted of hope, exhausted of fear, exhausted of pain. It willingly laid as a portion of stone under it rose and created another table. This was the last test, this is where it knew it was going to be free.

The creature sat in relaxation while the final intercom crackled. "How's it going!? This is the sixth and final test. Now, I don't really know what I'm supposed to do; all they told me to do was have as much fun as possible - I love fun - and then give you a shot. I feel bad for you, I hate shots. Okay, so, I have these things that shoot fire if you want that, has anyone else done that yet? I think I'm gonna do that!" The beast chuckled, not only because of her frenetic behavior but the thought that she could actually hurt it. It was impossible for this test to make this poor animal suffer any more than. It already has. The animal wai- "Ohh! I also have this rea-" Shhh!... Ahem. The animal waited for the onslaught of torture and when it came the creature was overcome with so much joy its own burning flesh was just a gateway of freedom to the animal. As it ended, small embers still scorched its skin while the torturer walked out to give it the "shot". The great party animal, Pinkie Pie, stood in front of it with a long needle ."Ooh, these things make me squeamish! I'm going to look away while I do it." In one jab the creature could feel whatever the deviants thought was necessary to put in its body coursing through its veins. The table rose, and receded into the back wall, leaving the creature hanging by its own flaccid limbs. The creature supposed the shot was some kind of slow-acting poison, or a type of adrenaline to keep it alive for a little longer for more testing. The creature felt no change in any way for a few moments, it thought that whatever they injected it with would have an immediate effect.