Room of Angel

Room of Angel

Chapter 17C

Special thanks to my editor: Rainbowsoldier94

Twilight decided to check the other doors. She felt that after entering the hole she wouldn’t be able to come back. She believed that if Walter was down there she would need something to be able to defeat him.

The other doors were her only hope to find anything that could help in her fight against Walter

‘But what if I don’t find anything? Then all this struggle to get out of here will be in vain…’ Twilight shook her head to shake the thought, she needed faith now. But faith was hard to hold on to when the last of her friend was somewhere else but beside her.

‘If Fluttershy’s home was the last door to the left… I guess I am going to investigate the others first, beginning from the last right one…’ Twilight thought.

She entered the last door on the right side of the room and found herself inside Rarity’s house. Everything was neatly clean and in order. Twilight closed the door behind her and took a look around.

Out of a corner a little colt passed to the kitchen. Twilight gasped in shock but the little colt didn’t seem to have noticed her.

‘What is he doing here?’ Twilight thought.

Twilight followed the colt into the kitchen. The place suddenly became brighter from an unknown source of light. Twilight narrowed her eyes to adjust her vision.

Rarity was there at the stove cooking something in a pan as the colt came closer to her and said:

“Miss Rarity what are you doing?”

“Hello Walter dear, I am making dinner for us.” Rarity replied with a big smile on her face.

“Oh…” Now he came even closer to Rarity with a little sadness in his voice, “Is it true that I will be sent back to an orphanage in Trottingham?”

Rarity seemed shocked with his question and turned to him, lowering herself to meet his eyes.

“Who said this to you, little dear?”

“I heard uncle Dahlia talking to a stallion that works at the Wish House orphanage that I used to live… she said that I was old enough to enter at something she called The Order… but I don’t want to go back there… Dahlia is my new mom isn’t she?”

“Uh… I don’t know I think I am going to ask her about it? Let’s have our dinner so you can come back home okay?”

“Okay Miss Rarity, can I come to play with Sweetie Belle tomorrow again?”

“Yes you can.” she assured with a wink.

They disappeared into thin air as Twilight watched the scenery fading to nothing; she was now standing in an empty room.

‘What was that?’ Twilight thought: ‘I think I’ll check the other ones first before making any conclusion…’

She exited the room and tried the next door which led her to Rainbow Dash’s cloud home. Twilight wondered if she would need the cloud walking spell but realized she didn’t need it at all as the cloud floor was extremely firm under her hooves.

The place got brighter again like it had at Rarity’s home. Rainbow Dash was in her bed snoring loudly.

“Rainbow Dash! Wake up Rainbow Daaaaaash!” yelled a voice from outside.

The cyan mare jumped on her bed due to the yelling, she went to her front door and opened it.

“Oh hi you two… what are you two doing here so early?”

“Oh silly, you said that you would play with me and little Walter remember?” Pinkie Pie said from inside her hot air balloon.

“Ah, sorry I forgot about it. I’ll be down in a little while okay?”

“Okay then… see you there Rainbow!” Pinkie Pie and Walter waved good bye to the cyan pegasus as the balloon made its way downwards.

The scenery faded turning into a dark empty room just like Rarity’s house.

‘Hmmm… if this world is so connected to Walter… maybe this is his childhood memories… but why would he let something like this happen… or maybe it’s how this place works. Let me see the other room’

She decided to check the next door. As she entered it, she found herself in the Apple Family house. A table was set up with various treats as Applejack and Walter were sitting side by side on it.

“So partner, mind for one more slice?” Applejack asked pointing to an apple pie.

“I want another!” he beamed in delight.

“Here it goes.” Applejack put another slice of pie onto his plate and watched the little colt eat it quickly. He finished his slice and turned to Applejack.

“Your apple pie is amazing Applejack! Dahlia never made one for me, it’s my first and best apple pie ever!”

“Thanks a lot little fella.”

The scene faded again leaving another empty room.  She exited it and entered in the next one. She was now at the Sugar Cube Corner reception.

Walter appeared from one of the doors and Pinkie Pie from the other, both running apparently one after another.

“Aha! I found you now!” Pinkie Pie tackled the colt to the floor and started tickling him.

“Ahahaha Pinkie, stop it!” he said between his laughter.

“Now you can’t escape me.” Pinkie replied with a huge smile. Suddenly the colt freed himself from her grasp and started running again, Pinkie began chasing him again.

“I will get you, you’ll see!” the pink pony said.

The image went out.

‘So there is just one left…’Twilight thought.

She went to the last door where Fluttershy came out. It actually was her friend’s house, neatly organized and identical to her real home.

Twilight was facing the front door of Fluttershy’s house, somepony knocked in it. Fluttershy appeared and opened the door. At this time Twilight felt a tug on her heartstrings, in a split second she could swear that the yellow pegasus in her front was her friend, but it wasn’t.

“Hi there little Walter! Came to visit me?” Fluttershy asked cheerfully.

“Of course, I am so happy that I’m back to Ponyville after these years at Wish House…” the foal came closer to Fluttershy and whispered: “I don’t wanna go back you know?”

Fluttershy chuckled and said: “Oh don’t worry now, you’re with Dahlia right? I bet that she’ll take good care of you.”

“Yeah…” the colt seemed rather crestfallen at the moment.

“Why don’t you come inside and I make you a snack?” Fluttershy tried to cheer the little colt up.

His expression changed completely as he said: “Sure!”

The last scenery faded away as the room was left totally empty leaving with Twilight confusion.

‘But if there’s nothing here then this means that… oh no… I can’t lose faith. There must be something that I am missing.” She stated.

She trotted in circles inside the empty room trying to think of something that she had forgotten to look for, but nothing came to her mind. In her senseless trotting, something sounded different in the floor, a spot next the room’s right corner was echoing the sounds of her hooves.

“A false floor?” she asked herself.

Removing the pickaxe from her storage, she began hitting the floor with it. It pierced easily in the ground scattering splinters all over the place. Hitting once more, a hole opened revealing a stairway. Twilight left the pickaxe in her magical storage once again and headed down to the new area.

The way down was short. She went down one floor and reached a wooden door. The lavender mare opened it and entered a small room that was dim-lit from a candle on top of a desk at the end of the room. Twilight closed the door and came closer towards the desk. There was something hung on the wall that she couldn’t discern due to the poor light. A red box and a small black book laid on the table.

By her instincts she took the book first and opened it. The cover was totally black, no title, no author or figure in it. The tome had something around a hundred pages but they seemed mistreated from time and possibly humidity making reading hard and irksome. She skipped some pages until reaching almost the end of the book as the words were less blurred than in the rest of it. She managed to read:

‘Day 20: The walls seem to be closing in each day that passes by. I don’t know if I can take it any longer but I need to preserve these artifacts somewhere before my library is engulfed in this darkness… Has anypony noticed that I am missing? They don’t know me that well after all, I am new in Ponyville but… I don’t think that nopony would find strange that the library is closed for all these days… maybe I’ll wait to start panicking… maybe this is just a dream, and if this is a dream, I want to wake up soon…

Day 27: I found a book at the library that may be the answer to my problem… now I know what these strange artifacts means… these eight spears represent each one of his victims… I was lucky to find a piece of an umbilical cord inside the bathroom’s trash, the couple that lived here before me is crazy; why would they leave their child in here like they did? I don’t even want to think about this… my time may be running short. These ghosts are starting to invade my house but at least I can still hold them off with these strange candles… but one day these will be over and I don’t know what I’ll do then…

Day 35: If somepony finds this, then I still think that this carnage will have an end. Soon they’ll find me and I don’t know what will happen … I’ll hide this here, the eight spears and the only part of Walter’s physical body, his umbilical cord, the only thing that can defeat him… I don’t know who you are but please use this with knowledge, there will be only one chance… if I had found him I would had done it myself but I couldn’t, maybe I was too feeble to understand how this place works or where he could be… all in all, I need to sacrifice my last candle to preserve this place from Walter’s grasp and face my destiny… I can’t fight anymore… starvation will beat me so I think that it’s better to surrender to these things than try to stay hidden here… and I know that they’ll find me… no matter where I run to…

Day 36: I can’t take it any longer, these voices in my head… I give up… I’ll just go back to that haunted bedroom, lie down and wait… I am Joseph… and this is my last entry in this cursed diary…’

Twilight reached the end of the book. She decided to keep it so she put the worn book in her magical reservoir. Her eyes now landed on the small box that Joseph said.

‘So there is an umbilical cord in here?’ she felt her stomach doing back flips inside her: ‘this must smell terribly…’ she thought.

Despite her inner warnings she decided to open the box to know exactly what its contents were. Opening it slowly she saw a small piece of an umbilical cord resting in a napkin inside the box; it wasn’t reeking as she had previously thought. Closing the box again she put it in her storage and lit her horn so she could see what was hung on the wall.

It was a big black cloth bag being hung by a hook that was on the ceiling. Using her magic, Twilight took hold of it and removed its contents revealing eight spears, each one with a word inscribed in it: Void, Darkness, Gloom, Despair, Temptation, Source, Watchfulness and Chaos. She placed them back into the cloth bag and then in her storage as well.

‘So I finally found it… my only hope to get out of this world alive…’ Twilight thought, anxious to end her and Fluttershy’s nightmare.

She exited the small room and went back to the library’s secret room; she looked to the strange hole and thought: ‘So this is it…’

She did what Fluttershy had done and stood on top of the hole. Touching it at first it seemed solid, but as time went by she slowly began to sink in. The strange surface was now allowing her pass in some way. She closed her eyes when it reached her neck and held her breath. Soon she felt a solid ground touching her hooves.

“So you finally arrived huh?” Walter said with a devilish tone.

“Your crazy carnage is over Walter!” Twilight yelled at him.

“Is that so? I think that… ”

“Where is Fluttershy?” Twilight interrupted him.

“As you can see she is right there… or at least was hahaha.” he said mockingly.

“What do you mean by... oh my…” Twilight looked to the strange room’s center and noticed a strange machine being hung by several hooks, a metal slab and a saw cutting the slab in half. But there was something on the slab… with her hooves tied to each corner of the slab Fluttershy’s bloody corpse was there, cut in half, completely exposed to Twilight’s eyes.

“W-w-w-w-what… WHAT HAVE YOU DOOOOONE?!” Twilight roared.

“You were taking so long that I had to do it alone… but you don’t mind right?”

“I AM GOING TO KIIL YOU! YOU MONSTER!”

“May I know how?” He said and then removed a knife from his overcoat.

“With this.” Twilight removed the eight spears and the umbilical cord from her storage, showing them to Walter. Before he could execute any action, Twilight put the umbilical cord on one of the spears tip and threw it at Walter with immense speed, piercing into his shoulder.

“Bury part of the Conjurer's mother's flesh within the Conjurer's body…” Twilight stated.

Walter was staring with a dreadful expression at the lavender mare.

“You… where did you find these?!”

“Joseph… he managed to keep them safe, because he hoped that one day somepony would find it…” Twilight’s eyes were staring back at Walter, she had no expression on her face; her pupils were small dots, her blood full of adrenaline… and hatred.

Another spear flung into Walter’s direction, now piercing his other shoulder. He fell to the floor, not being able to maintain balance anymore. One after another Twilight pierced him unmercifully, frightfully staring at Walter. Now a single one was left, Twilight came closer to him and without a word she pierced his skull, the cracking sound echoed through the entire room as his roars of pain finally came to an end.

Suddenly a bright flash of light engulfed the room, Twilight felt as if she levitating for a moment until the light faded away revealing that she was in her bedroom.

“It’s over…” Twilight muttered.

That was the worst moment of her life. Everypony at the funeral was in complete silence. Not even Celestia could manage to put into words what she was feeling. Twilight was there, far from the crowd but looking at her friend’s graves, each one with their cutie marks drawn in vivid colors.

Her tears had already dried out; her eyes were bloodshot, staring at those graves. She hasn’t noticed until now that Celestia was by her side. With a pitiful look on her face Twilight looked to her mentor, no words were needed; her eyes said everything that she wanted. Celestia came closer and hugged Twilight with her wing and there they stood side by side.

She couldn’t feel anything. There was no hate, no sadness… it was something worst... emptiness.

THE END

(Room of Angel)