The Test of Fools

     Hi, my name is Rocket Tail. I make tornadoes. I live in a small town called Trottington, not far from Ponyville. I've had a pretty normal, boring life. That all changed when some crazy pony threw a bag over my head and knocked me the fuck out.

     I know this is a bit jarring to hear first thing, but most of this was pretty surprising to me as well. Just hear me out. After I got knocked out, I woke up lying on my stomach in a dank, dark room, that smelled like rotten fish. Needless to say, it stunk to high hell. It looked like a sewer, this dark grey circular room, with pipes lining the walls and ceiling. There was water puddles here and there on the floor, some dripping from cracked pipes. When I woke up, my face was right by a puddle.

     "Jesus fucking Celestia!" I jumped back after inhaling the scent of that rank puddle. I swear I felt my nose burning. There was a door 10 feet(at least I think it was 10 ft.) in front of me. My hands were tied behind my back. Great, another thing I had to deal with. I sat up, with a bit of a struggle. It seemed I had been dragged there, since my whole body felt like a bruise. Once I sat up, I looked around for something to cut my hands loose. Looking around, I saw pipes, pipes, and more pipes. It took me a while of scoping before I noticed a  nail sticking out of the wall, pointy end out. I stood up ,walked over to it, and crouched down to reach it. It took a while before the nail cut the ropes, felt like hours.  I finally freed my hands, my wrists feeling sore, now all I had to do was get the fuck outta there.

     I walked over to the door, trying the knob. Nothing. Now I had to get creative. I looked all about the door to see if it was barred or something. Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary here. This left me no choice but to use my speed as my advantage. I backed up, as far as I could go, and spread my wings out, then I hurled myself towards the door, my right foot out to kick it, as fast as I could. As soon as I hit the door, I heard it cracking, then BAM! I fell on the floor, a splinter in my ankle, the door in shatters. Turns out the door was just stuck.

     My ankle was bleeding now, that's what I get for being reckless. Now I was in a large circular room, no, a huge circular room, with five other doors circling it. A fifth, barred door was in the middle, separating the left row of doors from the right. My door had been straight across from the barred door, so I had a pretty good view of it. This room looked relatively cleaner than my room; pipes were still clinging to the walls like the plague, and there were still puddles to and fro, but not nearly as many as were in my room.

     It was really quiet, super quiet, in fact. I didn't like it one bit. A few minute of standing in that god-forsaken room was too much for me. I went over to the nearest door and listened in...Nothing.

     I tried the door. This one came open pretty easily, with a little bit of creaking. Looking inside the room, it looked identical to mine, aside from the placement of puddles. It also had that rank odor, the one that made me gag. On the floor in the center of the room, was a mare, and earth pony mare. She had a white coat, and a caramel colored mane and tail. She wasn't tied up like me, but she did have a missing forearm. She was lying on her side, her face down. She was curled up into a loose ball, her arms,well, arm sprawled out. I looked around the room to see if there was anything in it. Yes! I spotted something. Something brown and plastic-looking was hidden in the corner of the room. I walked over to it, and picked it up. I only noticed what it was once I grabbed it. It was an arm, a prosthetic arm.

     "Gah!" I shouted out, waking the sleeping mare. She sat up quickly; I must have jolted her awake. She turned and looked at me, her eyes droopy, her mane a mess. She looked at me for a bit, then at the ground next to me, then she grabbed her arm. She quickly sat up and walked over to the prosthetic, making me step back a bit. I didn't know what this mare was capable of.