Once upon a time there was a pony, an earthpony mare. She lived in Stable 54 and worked as babysitter in foalgarden. Her name was violet heart and she loved her job tending to all the foals. Even though the foals could be a lot to deal with. There was one foal in particular, that didn't get along with the rest. She liked to be alone, and kept to herself. I'm not going to lie - it's a tough jig, being a babysitter. Ponies don't give babysitters enough credit, if you ask me. Kids are pretty devious - especially if they're bored. In Stable 54, boredom rules. It's up to me, Violet Heart, to keep the peace. I'm like some kind of babysitting vigilante, that's what I am. Or was.
I was the corridor when it happened.
Some of the foals had escaped from the room and where currently sneaking into the security armory trying to get cool stuff that the lame adults said no to. I ran to the foals, I ran so fast. I had never ran so fast in my life. One last corner, oh Celestia, please let them be fine. I start to run faster my heart beating faster. Just one more corner I said to myself. As I come to the security armory I see the worst a foal had a baton in his mouth and was hitting another with it.
"Stop! You're hurting him!" I wasn't sure if he could hear me over the crunching of the other pony's skull.
"WHAT THE HAY IS GOING ON HERE?" I roared. The foals stopped for a second and looked at me. "UGH. JUST. UGH. FULCRUM, PUT THE BATON DOWN. NOW."
"Aww..."
I lead the group of foals back to the room. But take the injured one to the medical clinic. After a while of explaining to the doctor what happened, I think about how to explain this the the two foals' parents. I shudder with the thought of what they might say, being screamed in the face was bad enough. When you get screamed at because you fucked up, it's much, much worse. Oh I was dreading knocking on the parents door. Because I know I'll get yelled at,but enough avoiding it. I knock on the door.
"WHo is ~iiiiiiiiiit?" Evergreen Megalicorn said in his usual, tone-deaf sing-talk. As the stable door swooshed open, I couldn't help but cringe. Why did that door have to be so loud? Honestly, I'd have thought a blast-proof door would have been properly oiled so that it could slide into place. What were those pre-war ponies thinking? But, my thoughts were digressing. I'd just need to find a way to sneak an extra pick-me-up later. It had been a long week... and it was only Monday. "Oh," Evergreen's eyes dropped to the floor, then gradually raised to make contact. "... it's just you. Well, what did that foal do this time?"
"Uh-um-- well, you see--" Hot blood flushed into my face, with each thump in my chest; sweat dripped from my forehead as my hoof wore out the elastic in my collar-- in an attempt to vent hot, stagnant air. I gulped. "Th-There was an accident..." Evergreen kept staring at me waiting to hear what the accident was, thinking that it was their foals fault when the blame was mine. "The foals ran off when I wasn't looking and got into the armory and were hitting each other with the batons and the other is in the clinic now and... and..." it came rushing out of me because I couldn't stand it. Now I couldn't find any other words to make a sorry excuse for myself.
"I dooo hope Fulcrum wasn't involved. The little scamp is always up to some mischief, but he doesn't mean it you know," Evergreen said.
"I would like to agree with you but Fulcrum has put another foal in the clinic. He its old enough to know better," Violet Heart sighs, "But the blame is mine. I failed. I tried so damn hard, when I noticed them missing I ran, I ran so fast. I... I wasn't fast enough. And now... Because of me, here I am. I'm sorry. I don't deserve to be forgiven, by you or the other foal's mother." She managed to squeeze out before bursting into tears. I ran back to my room before Evergreen even had a chance to reply, left to deal with Fulcrum. By the time I got back to my room I had left a trail of tears in my wake. How could I have been so careless? How could I have kept my eyes off them for so long? What will happen to me if I can't even do the only job that I have to do? The realization of my failure started to sink in. What place in the stable do I have if I can't do my part. I slammed the door to my room so hard it popped off a hinge. I catapulted myself up onto the bed and buried my face in a pillow. I drenched the pillow with my tears as the full realization (or my overblown, ultra-gory version, at least) hit me.
I actually cried myself to sleep that night, my real world worries following me into my dreams. I dreamt of the Overmare as a huge horned beast that could breathe fire yelling at me to "GET OUT" before punching open the stable door and throwing me outside. There was only a vast abyss out there. I fell, and fell, and fell. Forever. I woke up, screaming at the top of my lungs. I was safe, though the feeling of worry lingered in my gut. I swallowed and the door to my room flew open. There was a silhouette of somepony standing in the door frame. Not having expected somepony, and recently having such a horrid nightmare, I yelped and tumbled out of bed. My sheets followed and tangled themselves in my hooves. While expertly ~~flailing~~ untangling myself from the sheets the unknown figure rushes at me, horn lowered powering a spell. Panicked I through my hoof out in self defense, striking the malevolent shadow in the horn with ~~a lucky swing~~ my adept ninja skills. I connect solidly and hear a sickening crack as my strike breaks off the tip of it's horn. Finally taking the thin sheet off of my head I flip the light switch and reveal my attacker, I gasp! How could I? What have I done! On the floor lay. . .
Oh Celestia, and Luna's mammary glands, it's the Overmare.
A choking sound escaped my throat as my haunches fell to the cold steel floor. The world around me swung drunkenly as I stared at the unconscious--or is it dead? I don't know-- body of the Overmare. "Oh sweet Celestia... What have I done?" In any other situations, I would've questioned why she was here in my room, but alas, I did not. Nobody questions the Overmare, after all. "Come on Violet, take control of yourself," I murmured, before my face fell as I stared at the Overmare's body. "Oh I'm going to die," I couldn't help myself. I was a teacher, an adult, and I couldn't help myself but to let tears fell down to my cheeks. Granted, I just knocked--or killed?-- the Overmare, so that's a justification.
"I... I have to leave!" I, unwittingly, say out loud. "Th-they will kill me if I don't." Mumbling incoherently to myself as I rummage my room for anything that might help me survive outside of the Stable. Flashlight? Nay, the halls are always lit. Pajamas! I'm going to need those to sleep and a blanket and a pillow. Oh, and soap, don't want to be dirty. Batteries! No, that's ridiculous, I'm sure they have plenty of batteries out there. Typewriter, yeah, I like writing, maybe I'll be a writer out there! No, I don't deserve that, Bad ponies don't deserve to be happy. No, I'm a bad pony, I need something to remind me of how bad I am. I'll take a pacifier, I can look on that and know how evil I have been. I tie a shoe string to the pacifier so I can wear it like a necklace. With that done, I trot to the Stable door, halfway there I realize, the Overmare is still lying dead in my room, I have to hide the body! I quickly turn and gallop back to my room, around the last corner I plow into somepony.
I bounced. I groaned and shook my head. When I looked up, I screamed. Eleven. Frakking. Ponies. Eleven ponies with glocks. All drawn. All aimed at me. One knelt down and smirked. He opened his mouth and said...
"Behind you!" I shouted suddenly, cutting of what the pony was going to say. In reflex, the eleven ponies jumped behind in surprise. I blinked. That worked?!. Not wasting the chance Lady Luck had given me, I quickly stood to four hooves and galloped away from room's direction. How the eleven ponies were there was a mystery I didn't intend on answering as a shout of anger and surprise went out behind me.
Quickening my pace, I skidded to the left corner, barely missing the shot that grazed the metallic wall. "What the hay is going on?!" I murmured in panic, not once slowing my pace. I knew the hallways like it was my own home, just like it was to the owners of the thundering hooves behind me. But I knew better. I had traveled the maze-stable from a foal, I had taught my students as well. Gritting my teeth, I took a turn to the left. I knew where I was going. The ponies behind me don't. Or at least, I thought they don't.
Another straight corridor, I took another left, then right, then left again.
Finally, I reached to where I wanted to go. I could hear blood pumping through my ears as I stopped, taking a deep breath. The thundering hooves behind me didn't stop. Never stopped. Like a mare from a consensual sex, I stumbled to the button-boards--whatever they're called. I didn't know which button should I press, but I didn't need to. In the center of the button, was a large red blinking button.
I pressed it. Nothing. I pressed it again. Still nothing. So I kept pressing it over and over again. Somewhere around thirty or forty presses, an alarm began to blare. A big drill...thing, came down from the ceiling and made contact with the Stable door ahead of me. A metallic screech overpowered the alarm, making me cover my ears, as the...drill key? Yeah; as the drill key pulled the Stable door back and allowed it to roll out of the way.
It was amazing, this titanic gear rolled out of the way, no bullets flew as this awe inspiring event took place. After the gear door thing moved, I had to move. I heard a shout from behind me.
"Hey, if you want to live, leave now. This stable is mine now." I sputtered a little but a few bullets a little to close for comfort quickly snapped me back to action. For the fourth time today, I ran. Seeing the outside world for the first time gave me pause, dirty browns and the multitude of skeletons at the door were a bit too much for me to handle. I stopped, I was so close, two more steps and I'd be outside, I just couldn't make myself cross it. A bullets to the cutie mark, however is good motivation. Oh, it was agony, I forced myself to trot over the dusty skeletons as my flank bled, then with a terrible grinding sound, the gear moved back into place. I was stuck outside.
I trudged away on heavy hooves, wishing for my Stable back. Then I wondered why. Other than the fact that I was born there, I had few friends. I had few attachments. In fact, that Stable seemed to be designed to be little more than a giant death race.
But... It was my home! The depression returned briefly. However, it wasn't long after the door closed that I stepped on something, my downtrodden mood buffeted by curiosity.
*CRUNCH* "Ow, my frakking FORELEG! Ya dun gone an' broke my foreleg, you zebra-infested maggot!"
When I looked down, that something turned into a someone. The depression evaporated entirely. Replaced by confusion. What is this creature? It had hooves, but unlike any I had ever seen. They were split in two, this. . . Thing had legs longer then I was tall, this thing had a neck many times longer then mine and had odd knobs atop it's head. This beast was at least four times my height, And I had broken its leg. Even in exile I hurt others. Why, why can't I do things right? Why do I hurt others? Why can't I stop getting in trouble? I can't stand it, can't stand myself, I just break down and cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." That's all I can say, the guilt crushes any other thought.
Author's Note
Special thanks to:
OozeLock
DJ_Neon_Lights
cookiechip
The Infinity Doctor
The Wadapan
ChurchNW
Boop007
sophos
TundraStanza
Silver Lighnen
Zytharros
Black Spring
Sketch Notes
SoothingCoffee
Without whom this story would have never been made.
With all of the out of story goodness
Loopsorspool
Let's make a story together, simple pass the paragraph format, person one writes the first paragraph then someone does the next, and so on. As a guideline wait until two other people have added to the story before you post again. One rule, use the reply feature with the paragraph you are contributing to when you post your paragraph. Who will write the first paragraph?
OozeLock
loopsorspool
Once upon a time there was a pony, an earthpony mare. She lived in Stable 54 and worked as babysitter in foalgarden.
DJ_Neon_Lights
War... War never changes. There once was a time when ponies barely even knew what the word ment. It was a legand—a myth. But, it didn't stay that way. Foreign aggression and misunderstandings brought an end of that—the word becoming common knowledge to every-pony. Nopony was spared from the pain and destruction the war brought. War turned from a word, to a warning... and then to death. Even after the war "ended", it wasn't truely over. A new war was formed from the ashes of the first; a war based on survival; a war based of fighting off death. The new war wasn't faught between two sides, it was faught between everypony, no one knowing who was on each side. This war broke apart the survivors, making the land slowly die even more...
DJ_Neon_Lights
Pulled that intro out of my butt, now it's your turn to work with it.
Enjoy ;P
~ Neon Lights
cookiechip
OozeLock
Her name was violet heart and she loved her job tending to all the foals. Even though the foals could be a lot to deal with.
The Infinity Doctor
cookiechip There was one foal in particular, that didn't get along with the rest. She liked to be alone, and kept to herself.
DJ_Neon_Lights
cookiechip
But, even though I hated the job, it was mine. The rules of the stable were simple: do your job or die. Pretty simple, right? Yeah, it sucked, but that was how things were—no used trying to change what was edged in stone. At least, what was what I thought. Day in and day out, I would watch the brats, look over then, and tend to their basic needs while their parents did whatever the hell job they were assigned. I don't know why I got stuck with this job. Hell, I didn't even thing I was good at it! But, when you don't get a cutiemark after a certain amout of time, they pretty much pull your job out of a hat. I'm serious, by the way. The overmare picks your job out of a hat! Crazy, right? But, it worked. We were safe from the hell outside, and that's all that really mattered... Right?
DJ_Neon_Lights
Urg! Freakin' hard to write when people get ahead of you... Mumble grumble. We really should've put more rules to this.
~ Neon Lights
cookiechip
DJ_Neon_Lights
Yup and not to mention changing the chracter's personality completely
DJ_Neon_Lights
cookiechip Well, I made her grumpy because, well... grumpy ponies are usually the funny ones.
~ Neon Lights
cookiechip
DJ_Neon_Lights
but I established her
but I guess we could compromise
DJ_Neon_Lights
cookiechip I started writing that before you wrote the second part... As I said: t'e lag sucks!
~ Neon Lights.
cookiechip
DJ_Neon_Lights
oh but could we keep her name?
The Wadapan
I'm not going to lie - it's a tough jig, being a babysitter. Ponies don't give babysitters enough credit, if you ask me. Kids are pretty devious - especially if they're bored. In Stable 54, boredom rules. It's up to me, Violet Heart, to keep the peace. I'm like some kind of babysitting vigilante, that's what I am. Or was.
I was the corridor when it happened.
[how's that? I love this idea. Can we keep asides and stuff small, in brackets, at the bottom of comments maybe?]
[also come on people let's carefully proofread this stuff]
cookiechip
The Wadapan
some of the foals had escaped from the room and where currently sneaking into the security armory trying to get cool stuff that the lame adults said no to.
Paddle Steamer
I was gonna write a paragraph... but then I got high.
loopsorspool
The Wadapan
They say the stable could withstand a mega spell. Which is true. It took the first blast with ease, only to be assaulted with a second then a third. And that was it. The hell outside got in. I ran to the foals, I ran so fast. I had never ran so fast in my life. One last corner, oh Celestia, please let them be fine.
cookiechip
loopsorspool
I start to run faster my heart beating faster. Just one more corner I said to myself. As I come to the security armory I see the worst a foal had a baton in his mouth and was hitting another with it.
ChurchNW
cookiechip
"Stop! You're hurting him!" I wasn't sure if he could hear me over the crunching of the other pony's skull.
The Wadapan
cookiechip
"WHAT THE HAY IS GOING ON HERE?" I roared. The foals stopped for a second and looked at me. "UGH. JUST. UGH. FULCRUM, PUT THE BATON DOWN. NOW."
"Aww..."
[can we please have Violet be really shouty all the time? Like, always? Main character trait? But have her actually care about stuff. Like, she feels she has to shout in order to get what she's saying across. Would that be good?]
cookiechip
I lead the group of foals back to the room. But take the injured one to the medical clinic.
Boop007
After a while of explaining to the doctor what happened, I think about how to explain this the the two foals' parents. I shudder with the thought of what they might say, being screamed in the face was bad enough. When you get screamed at because you fucked up, it's much, much worse.
cookiechip
The Wadapan
[Yes that can be a trait of hers]
loopsorspool
The Wadapan
cookiechip
The Wadapan
Boop007
Please reply to the paragraph you are continuing.
OozeLock
OozeLock I am a dumbass, would be much better if that was a green megalicorn, but, well, an opportunity missed isn't coming back anytime soon.
cookiechip
Boop007
oh I was dreading knocking on the parents door. Because I know I'll get yelled at,but enough avoiding it. I knock on the door.
sophos
cookiechip
"WHo is ~iiiiiiiiiit?" Evergreen Megalicorn said in his usual, tone-deaf sing-talk.
As the stable door swooshed open, I couldn't help but cringe.
TundraStanza
loopsorspool , I honestly can't tell if people are taking this seriously. As the paragraphs currently stand, it's an incomprehensible mess. Anyway...
sophos
Why did that door have to be so loud? Honestly, I'd have thought a blast-proof door would have been properly oiled so that it could slide into place. What were those pre-war ponies thinking? But, my thoughts were digressing. I'd just need to find a way to sneak an extra pick-me-up later. It had been a long week... and it was only Monday.
sophos
TundraStanza
"Oh," Evergreen's eyes dropped to the floor, then gradually raised to make contact. "... it's just you. Well, what did that foal do this time?"
"Uh-um-- well, you see--" Hot blood flushed into my face, with each thump in my chest; sweat dripped from my forehead as my hoof wore out the elastic in my collar-- in an attempt to vent hot, stagnant air. I gulped. "Th-There was an accident..."
Silver Lighnen
sophos Evergreen kept staring at me waiting to hear what the accident was, thinking that it was their foals fault when the blame was mine.
"The foals ran off when I wasn't looking and got into the armory and were hitting each other with the batons and the other is in the clinic now and... and..." it came rushing out of me because I couldn't stand it. Now I couldn't find any other words to make a sorry excuse for myself.
The Wadapan
TundraStanza
[You're right. I'm not sure if people are actually reading the above paragraphs, but it's all over the place, and the fact that people post at the same time then just leave their 'alternative' paragraph there is really screwing things up. I think everyone has a different idea of what Violet Heart is like]
loopsorspool
[Do you know if there's any way of clearing this thread up?]
Silver Lighnen
"I dooo hope Fulcrum wasn't involved. The little scamp is always up to some mischief, but he doesn't mean it you know," Evergreen said.
loopsorspool
TundraStanza
I had hoped people would make a serious story to be proud of but I knew that wouldn't happen.
The Wadapan
Only two, ask people to spoiler or delete their non canon posts, or ask an admin.
The Wadapan
"I would like to agree with you but Fulcrum has put another foal in the clinic. He its old enough to know better," Violet Heart sighs, "But the blame is mine. I failed. I tried so damn hard, when I noticed them missing I ran, I ran so fast. I... I wasn't fast enough. And now... Because of me, here I am. I'm sorry. I don't deserve to be forgiven, by you or the other foal's mother." She managed to squeeze out before bursting into tears.
Silver Lighnen
loopsorspool I ran back to my room before Evergreen even had a chance to reply, left to deal with Fulcum. By the time I got back to my room I had left a trail of tears in my wake. How could I have been so careless? How could I have kept my eyes off them for so long? What will happen to me if I can't even do the only job that I have to do? The realization of my failure started to sink in. What place in the stable do I have if I can't do my part.
[This may be a bit difficult, sense people have different writing styles. But, lets keep it going to our best extent.]
Zytharros
Silver Lighnen
I slammed the door to my room so hard it popped off a hinge. I catapulted myself up onto the bed and buried my face in a pillow. I drenched the pillow with my tears as the full realization (or my overblown, ultra-gory version, at least) hit me.
sophos
TundraStanza
The Wadapan
The more seriously you take this, the bigger the dissapointment you're in for. Regardless of whether people are giving their posts an honest effort, people make mistakes. And too many cooks spoil the broth; this story was doomed from conception.
loopsorspool
You should probably label this a game in the title. Also, this is VERY akin to roleplaying; which is banned. So, I reccomend you don't get too attached.
Black Spring
Zytharros
I actually cried myself to sleep that night, my real world worries following me into my dreams. I dreamt of the Overmare as a huge horned beast that could breathe fire yelling at me to "GET OUT" before punching open the stable door and throwing me outside. There was only a vast abyss out there. I fell, and fell, and fell. Forever.
I woke up, screaming at the top of my lungs. I was safe, though the feeling of worry lingered in my gut. I swallowed and the door to my room flew open. There was a silhouette of somepony standing in the doorframe.
loopsorspool
sophos
How is writing and improv practice a game?
sophos
loopsorspool
Because there are multiple participants cooperating and/or competing in an activity to achieve a goal-- because each of us likely has some goal-- and there are specified rules to said activity.
Sketch Notes
Black Spring Not having expected somepony, and recently having such a horrid nightmare, I yelped and tumbled out of bed. My sheets followed and tangled themselves in my hooves.
loopsorspool
sophos
You win this time Mr. Cake, you win this time.
Sketch Notes
While expertly ~~flailing~~ untangling myself from the sheets the unknown figure rushes at me, horn lowered powering a spell. Panicked I through my hoof out in self defense, striking the malevolent shadow in the horn with ~~a lucky swing~~ my adept ninja skills. I connect solidly and hear a sickening crack as my strike breaks off the tip of it's horn. Finally taking the thin sheet off of my head I flip the light switch and reveal my attacker, I gasp! How could I? What have I done! On the floor lay. . .
SoothingCoffee
loopsorspool
Oh Celestia, and Luna's mammary glands, it's the Overmare.
A choking sound escaped my throat as my haunches fell to the cold steel floor. The world around me swung drunkly as I stared at the unconscious--or is it dead? I don't know-- body of the Overmare. "Oh sweet Celestia... What have I done?"
In any other situations, I would've questioned why she was here in my room, but alas, I did not. Nobody questions the Overmare, after all. "Come on Violet, take control of yourself," I murmured, before my face fell as I stared at the Overmare's body. "Oh I'm going to die," I couldn't help myself. I was a teacher, an adult, and I couldn't help myself but to let tears fell down to my cheeks.
Granted, I just knocked--or killed?-- the Overmare, so that's a justification.
loopsorspool
I guess Violet Heart is paranoid. Good, interesting character trait.
SoothingCoffee
"I... I have to leave!" I, unwittingly, say out loud. "Th-they will kill me if I don't." Mumbling incoherently to myself as I rummage my room for anything that might help me survive outside of the Stable. Flashlight? Nay, the halls are always lit. Pajamas! I'm going to need those to sleep and a blanket and a pillow. Oh, and soap, don't want to be dirty. Batteries! No, that's ridiculous, I'm sure they have plenty of batteries out there. Typewriter, yeah, I like writing, maybe I'll be a writer out there! No, I don't deserve that, Bad ponies don't deserve to be happy. No, I'm a bad pony, I need something to remind me of how bad I am. I'll take a pacifier, I can look on that and know how evil I have been. I tie a shoe string to the pacifier so I can wear it like a necklace. With that done, I trot to the Stable door, halfway there I realize, the Overmare is still lying dead in my room, I have to hide the body! I quickly turn and gallop back to my room, around the last corner I plow into somepony.
SoothingCoffee
loopsorspool
Man, the OM is actually alive. There's no way a single strike to the horn could kill her. But meh.
loopsorspool
SoothingCoffee
First please use the small text size when not contributing to the story, second I am aware, I'm writing from Violet's perspective. Anyway, I was hoping someone would read and have the Overmare be the pony she ran into. Or really anyone so she would have to explain why she is so paranoid.
Zytharros
loopsorspool
I bounced. I groaned and shook my head. When I looked up, I screamed.
Eleven. Frakking. Ponies.
Eleven ponies with glocks. All drawn. All aimed at me.
One knelt down and smirked. He opened his mouth and said...
SoothingCoffee
Zytharros
"Behind you!" I shouted suddenly, cutting of what the pony was going to say.
In reflex, the eleven ponies jumped behind in surprise. I blinked. That worked?!. Not wasting the chance Lady Luck had given me, I quickly stood to four hooves and galloped away from room's direction. How the eleven ponies were there was a mystery I didn't intend on answering as a shout of anger and surprise went out behind me.
Quickening my pace, I skidded to the left corner, barely missing the shot that grazed the metallic wall. "What the hay is going on?!" I murmured in panic, not once slowing my pace.
I knew the hallways like it was my own home, just like it was to the owners of the thundering hooves behind me. But I knew better. I had traveled the maze-stable from a foal, I had taught my students as well. Gritting my teeth, I took a turn to the left. I knew where I was going. The ponies behind me don't. Or at least, I thought they don't.
Another straight corridor, I took anothe left, then right, then left again.
Finally, I reached to where I wanted to go. I could hear blood pumping through my ears as I stopped, taking a deep breath. The thundering hooves behind me didn't stop. Never stopped.
Like a mare from a consensual sex, I stumbled to the button-boards--whatever they're called. I didn't know which button should I press, but I didn't need to. In the center of the button, was a large red blinking button.
I pressed it.
Sketch Notes
SoothingCoffee
Nothing.
I pressed it again.
Still nothing.
So I kept pressing it over and over again.
Somewhere around thirty or forty presses, an alarm began to blare. A big drill...thing, came down from the ceiling and made contact with the Stable door ahead of me.
A metallic screech overpowered the alarm, making me cover my ears, as the...drill key? Yeah; as the drill key pulled the Stable door back and allowed it to roll out of the way.
(Was so tempted to just make the button blow everything up, but that would be such a dick move.)
Zytharros
Sketch Notes
That was the last thing I saw as the world blew up.
But I wasn't dead.
Who knows how long later, I woke up in...
(You may be above that, but not me!! Kekekeke!!)
loopsospool
Zytharros
Lazy writing, anyway, Retcon!
Sketch Notes
It was amazing, this titanic gear rolled out of the way, no bullets flew as this awe inspiring event took place. After the gear door thing moved, I had to move. I heard a shout from behind me.
"Hey, if you want to live, leave now. This stable is mine now." I sputtered a little but a few bullets a little to close for comfort quickly snapped me back to action. For the fourth time today, I ran. Seeing the outside world for the first time gave me pause, dirty bowns and the multitude of skeletons at the door were a bit too much for me to handle. I stopped, I was so close, two more steps and I'd be outside, I just couldn't make myself cross it. A bullets to the cutiemark, however is good modivation. Oh, it was agony, I forced myself to trot over the dusty skeletons as my flank bled, then with a terrible grinding sound, the gear moved back into place. I was stuck outside.
Zytharros
loopsorspool
I trudged away on heavy hooves, wishing for my Stable back. Then I wondered why. Other than the fact that I was born there, I had few friends. I had few attachments. In fact, that Stable seemed to be designed to be little more than a giant death race.
But... It was my home!
The depression returned briefly. However, it wasn't long after the door closed that I stepped on something, my downtrodden mood buffeted by curiosity.
CRUNCH "Ow, my frakking FORELEG! Ya dun gone an' broke my forleg, you zebra-infested maggot!"
When I looked down, that something turned into a someone. The depression evaporated entirely.
loopsorspool
Zytharros
Replaced by confusion. What is this creature? It had hooves, but unlike any I had ever seen. They were split in two, this. . . Thing had legs longer then I was tall, this thing had a neck many times longer then mine and had odd knobs atop it's head. This beast was at least four times my height, And I had broken its leg. Even in exile I hurt others. Why, why can't I do things right? Why do I hurt others? Why can't I stop getting in trouble? I can't stand it, can't stand myself, I just break down and cry. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." That's all I can say, the guilt crushes any other thought.
