We need Hope

Trombone took look at his monthly bill, which included rarity emotional distress payment. "Fucking hell" Trombone murmured "800 bits for just that!" Trombone slammed his hoof against the desk he was sitting in. He pushed himself away from the desk in frustration. 1900 bits in total. After a moment of thinking, he pushed a small button that allowed him to send a message to one of his employs. Not only was his place a restaurant, it was also a secret business. "Filthy Rich, get in here now" Trombone said in a monotone voice. He knew where all these bills were coming from, and he was planning on getting his bits back. Moments later, Filthy Rich walked in.

"Yes boss, what is it?" Filthy said. He seemed nervous, but really, he should be petrified. Trombone was the richest pony in ponyville, even Filthy rich standee no chance against Trombone.

"Filthy, I can't help but notice that my bills are... unusually high" he started. "I mean, have you ever seen me buy a private carriage ?" When Filthy did not answer, Trombone got more angry, but stayed in a boss like auditie. "Hm? What answer do you have for me?

Filthy then smirked. This caught Trombone off guard.

"I've been spending your money on getting a assassin" Filthy Rich said. At the same time, Trombone felt a hard object hit his head. "Bingo!" That was the last thing Trombone heard.

Trombone woke up within a dark stone room roped to a chair. It reeked of moss and rot, forcing him to cringe. His head felt like it was cracked open, and it seemed that he was still asleep. "Well, it seemed that the fucker finally woke up" The voice rang a hundred alarms in his head, but his brain would not let him process the voice.

"Well? Can you talk, or did Silver Speech hit your head too hard?" Another voice said. Trombone lifted up his head and turned it to the pony who was talking.

"No..." Trombone said. It was Silver. He was going to die here, without any mercy. "Filthy, what are you doing?" Trombone trembled out with his weak voice.

"Well, Silver here offered me a chance at getting the business you own, and as the co-owner, if you die or go missing, I will be able to take your place" Filthy Rich chuckled out. "And now, Silver is going to do my dirty work, and hes going to kill you, slowly, painfully, and mercilessly" Filthy was now laughing in a villain like way. "Enjoy death, Trombone" At the moment that Silver hit Trombone on his jaw.

Pain surged through his head causing him to nearly black-out, but he held.

"Wow, this fucker does have some dignity left" Silver spoke out. "Lets change that" Silver hit him again, this time in the gut, and hard. Trombone heaved, and then puked on the floor. Silver did not let him recover this time, and hit him square in the head again. Trombone blacked out once. He woke up soon after though, feeling something digging into the side of his leg. He opened his eyes, but had to quickly shut them again in intense pain and agony. Silver had just cut his leg, making blood draw.

"Fuck!" Trombone yelled out. Silver Speech then cut his other leg, causing even more blood to come out of Trombone. Then he felt a sharp pain on his back, cutting downwards, and passed out for one last time.

Trombone then woke up on the edge of ponyville. He could barely stand, but got up anyways. He knew he couldn't reach PonyVille hospital, so he head to the library, to see if anyone could help. He sure did hope so, or his life will be over.

Without hope, he was going to die

And soon.