Lavender Fateby Shimmer DaleChaptersPrologueChapter 2: The First NightChapter 3: The First Night (Part 2)Chapter 1: The DarePrologue-When it comes to video games, Button Mash was basically the connoisseur. Anything digital, hand held, pixilated, it didn’t matter. Button Mash knew everything there was about video games and what they were: He knew the release dates before the game companies knew the release date, he knew the character roster for the game before they even develop characters for the game, and when it came to recolors for characters, you could only imagine who they would call first hand: Button Mash. But there was always one challenge in a video game that scared him, one so heinous and fueled of evil and hatred, that it chilled him to the bone to even think of it: The Lavender Town challenge in both Pokémon Red and Green. Button Mash wasn’t just simply scared of this, he was petrified to even pick up his own copy of the Pokémon Red cartridge and put it in his gamecolt. It had all changed for him after hearing of the rumors on the internet, of colts choking themselves with their own hooves and sticking their heads into their mothers’ ovens. He never viewed Pokémon as quite the same joyful kids’ game it once was to him. Sure, many of his games involved murder and killing of various things like zombies, or enemy soldiers, but they never were quite the same thing as an actual pony life. He never killed outside of the pixelation, and never wished to do so in real life: Especially to himself. To avoid the possibility of it ever happening to him, to ever get the temptation or feel the want for his own blood on his hooves, he has hidden away the cartridge deep within his closet. It was safe there….much rather he was safe with it there…safe from the horrors it held within. But, on a far lighter note from Pokémon, another thing Button Mash loved was dares. He has never backed out on a dare, and really he got a lot from it. On many occasions, he has won a few games and game consoles off of his buddies for doing their stupid dares, and Button was pretty contempt with that. The games were free, and the dares were usually harmless, even fun to do sometimes. One time he was dared to lick a hot pepper, and his friends gave him a brand new PonyStation 1, being that he trashed his old one with some hard core Major League Gaming. But once confronted with his new dare, he knew he may fall back on this. His friends knew very well of his irrational fear to the song (or much rather the whole entire village) of Lavender Town, and the two sacred games that contained it. They always took it into thought that he was simply overreacting, or just being a wuss. The suicide rumors were just precisely that: rumors. Rumors are not real, and normally do nothing but cause trouble as it is. Could you imagine how much money Haytendo lost when these lies came out by CreepySparkle? It was all some ploy to put them out of business for a rival gaming company PonyStationPortable, or so it was rumored. But, as said, rumors are just rumors. They never understood why something so dumb, so radically false, would be so mystifying and moreover terrifying to the young colt. He was never superstitious and was not known for forming his own superstition. They found these actions by Button to be strange, so they decided a dare would be the best way to call him out on it. Button had dreaded it, and didn’t even prefer to talk about it to his friends. He himself had not even remembered how his prick friends would have ever figured it out. They don’t read his journal, and they don’t go snooping through his closet. You could only imagine his confusion, frustration, and over-all hatred when confronted with this new dare: a burning deep within his chest and stomach, a want to lash out and retaliate against them and get back at them for what they have damned him to: A fate without his innocence. In a last ditch effort to ensure he wouldn’t back out of this one, the three foals Hammer Smash, Broken Glass, and Sweetie Belle (He hangs out with the “wrong crowd”) dog-piled on top of him. This was to ensure that the little Button Mash would not escape his new challenge. Really, and in all honesty, this was meant to show him that the game was literally harmless: It cannot physically hurt him, as it was virtual. The weight of the three foals on top of him was not all too pleasant, and after a while of continued pressure on his rib cage, Button Mash was about to give in…that was until Sweetie Belle began to tickle his back hooves with some of Broken Glass’s feathers. This both infuriated and embarrassed him. Secretly he had a crush on Sweetie Belle, but was never able to tell her his feelings, so he always hid his face in his Gamecolt or began blowing off cartridges any time she was around. This kept him safe from an awkward situation. But now he had to buck and kick, as the stimulation within his back hooves was becoming too much: He had to get them off. Upon the first few kicks, he had gotten Broken Glass off, only to be piled on again. With this repeated cycle of kicks and smothering, Button Mash only managed to wear himself out and tire up. He knew that he had to end this before it went too far, but already he was showing that he was not capable of doing so: Prolonged time sitting and playing games had taken the physical part of his body and made it frail, subject to torment from the world around him. As a result he simply laid on the grass now. He closed his eyes and knew for sure his fate was sealed. The ponies on top of him were not going to let him go, they were determined to kill him, and he finally accepted their betrayal. Yes, it hurt to know that they would do this, but he always knew the situation would come one day. He had accepted that this would now be his death: -His new dare was to play Lavender Town Author's Note I honestly do not know much about the fandom's story behind Button Mash All I know is that he is shipped with Sweetie Belle (a lot) and that he games (a lot) So I decided one related to shipping and gaming would be good enough for a Button mash story Expect the first chapter to pop up soon But do not expect gore quite yet Chapter 2: The First NightAuthor's Note 3spooky5me O)_(O Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is a look more into the mental distress that Button is facing throughout this tragic experience I dunno if it is dark enough, but who cares. My story Enjoy (P.S. If you play the linked YouTube video while reading, you will have a good time) Chapter 2: The First Night Button awoke with a start, bolting upright to the sound of lightning rattling his window. Dazed, he looks over to his alarm clock, only to see that it blank, and has went out. He scoots closer along his plush bed to the nightstand to grab his wrist-watch, still working well in spite of the black-out. He has to squint a bit, using light from his bedside window to see the time: 00:13. This is the third time he has awoken that night in sweats, and the bags under his eyes are evidence of how exhausting it is for him to keep up like this. Button throws off the covers and stumbled out of the bed. The carpet beneath his hooves is rather soft and relieving. He never knew why, but when his mom bought this house, she made sure the carpet she had installed was very thick and fluffy. He could only imagine it was for when he was a young colt crawling on the carpet, so that he wouldn’t hurt his small shaking hooves. He never really knew, but right now it made him happy to have that bit of give into the cushion with each step. Upon looking around, it seems that none of his devices were fried in the black-out, though he could never really tell until he was able to turn everything on to see. It was a bit eerie in his room, and from time to time he would find himself getting shivers along his spine. He never liked being alone in a dark room, especially during the rain. He always had the sinking feeling of paranoia, as if his skin was being tugged gently by little tiny ants in all directions at the same time, carefully tearing him apart. A feeling that something was going to grab him, touch him, drag him away. Right now he is holding all of this at bay. The lighting would light the room every now and then, and the room is relatively danger-free as it is. Button shuffles along to his dresser, pulling out the middle drawer. He begins to sort through his various shirts, looking for something to cover himself up while he went to get a drink and use the restroom. As he starts to slide a shirt over his head and hooves, his ear twitches. What is that? The room stays quiet, though the rain continues. Turning to look around his room again, Button gets the familiar shiver down his spine. He jumps with a start: Nothing. A chuckle fills the air as the colt laughs to himself. “C’mon now Button. There aint a thing here…just your imagination” Shaking his head to clear his mind, he starts to his door. That is when it starts. The eerily held note, only elevating in volume and pitch, and then the four arpeggiated notes. Hooves cover his eyes, his ears, soon cowering on the floor, curled up in a ball. He would move but his body is filled with convulsions and spasms, shivers and gasp. The music only intensifies, distorting to a high roar, filling the room in its entirety. A new moisture is felt on his hooves, thick and warm. This jolts Button to his senses a bit, and he pulls his forearms down to look: it’s fresh blood. Button violently shakes his head, hoping to bring himself back to his sense and get the dull noise of water out of his ears, but only succeeds to splatter the thick saturation of red around the walls and carpet. His mom’s soft, fluffy carpet. The sides of Button’s head is now soaked, staining his brown fur. The walls begin to shape, to morph. Concaving and arching in, and he can no longer recognize that he is in his room. Button turns his head to look, but his vision has blurred. Everything is a dark violet, and the floors lavender. There is an object ahead, shaped to a dome, a tombstone. It is blank, possessing no soul within it or a body under it. Button approaches it cautiously, but only manages to stumble in a stupor. His hooves can’t make a connection with the ground to where he can walk straight. Is there an earthquake going on? He can’t seem to stand still even. When he does reach the tombstone, script begins to crack and etch its way into it, making out a single name with no cause of death: Button Mash. A gasp forces away from his throat, before his mouth is forced shut. Button shakes his head again, scratching a hoof at his lips to pry open, only to find that it has been sewn shut with thick vine. He places his hoof down again, bowing his head in defeat. Something else happens: The tombstone is getting taller. The dirt wraps around his hooves, sucking them into the earth below and burying him alive. Instinctively, Button pulls and jerks, trying to wrench his hooves free of the cool dirt. It reaches up to slink along his body, pulling lower to the ground until it can now touch his belly. Button is sinking lower and lower. In a last shot attempt, he rips his lips apart, forcing a cry of help and desperation to barely pierce over the music, not even hearing himself, as it is muffled through the thick blood filling his ears. That is when Button sees it: The bright white eyes cutting through the violet night, accompanied by the vicious smile beneath them. Before he is capable of reacting, the figure swoops down, heading to Button CRACK! There is no sound: the room isn’t moving, the music has stopped, the face has disappeared. Button is now alone with the tombstone, still slowly sinking. He is motionless, unable to move, but staring blankly. His ears and mouth bleed out, the vine stitching dangling from his mangled lips. Slowly, his head falls from his shoulders. THUD! Hitting the cool earth, before tumbling between his from hooves. It is the last thing devoured into the earth below. Button awoke with a start, bolting upright to the sound of lightning outside rattling his window. Dazed, he looks over to his alarm clock, only to see that it has went out and is blank. He scoots closer along his plush bed to the nightstand and grabs his wrist-watch, still working well in spite of the black-out. He has to squint a bit, using light from his bedside window to see the time: 00:13. “Just a dream…” He sighs, rubbing his face and eyes. “Just…a dream” Button repeats to himself, sure that this will help to calm him down and help him relax to sleep. He doesn’t notice the white eyes staring at him from the end of his bed. Chapter 3: The First Night (Part 2)Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Chapter 1: The Dare“Quit it guys, I am doing it, so get off!” Button Mash squalled, doing his best to push his friends off from the dog pile they formed on him. He was shocked as it was that they would even dare him to do that, but for them to do this to him to ensure he did it? “I will, just get off!” “You are really doing it?” Hammer Smash asked, lightening his load on the friend by just a bit, flexing his forehooves over so that he may push his chest off of him. “Yes, now get off! This hurts!” Button Mash cries in desperation. It is getting hard for him to breath now, and he was getting scared that if the game wasn’t the end of him, his friends would be. “Okay okay okay, just calm down” Sweetie Belle squeaks, now lifting her body off of the brown colt. Button gasp in relief as his lungs can be fully filled again. “Thank...(Gasp)…You…(Gasp)…Sweetiebelle!” He chokes out, pushing himself up a bit more, quickly shaking the other two colts off of him. They tumbled rather weightlessly to the ground. At 8 years of age, the young ponies most likely weight 50 pounds at most if bulked up. Button stands up fully and flexes his shoulders a bit, allowing his chest some room to expand and take in deep breaths. Now that he was up and the blood was flowing, his face was no longer flush, and his body was starting to cool again from the combined heat of the other ponies. He was calming down and finding his comfy spot to think about the dare. “Button, you need to do this. You need to realize that it is all just superstition. There is nothing here to fear about the game…” Broken Glass pressed, hoping to get through to the irrational colt. “And..and I promise it won’t be bad” Sweetie Belle remarks, hiding her face a bit. She is a bit ashamed to be forcing her friend through all of this. It is obvious that it scared him, and forcing him to do it is just…immoral to her. She was raised a bit better by her sister, and feels that this is a bit extreme for her. “And…I will be here” she says, hoping to lighten the load for him a bit. Putting him through this would probably hurt her more than it hurt him. She really had a liking to Button Mash, and really only tolerated Broken Glass and Hammer Smash so that she could be around Button. The other two were a bit immature for her, and she felt that the quiet and reserved Button Smash was a bit more interesting than the ecstatic and outgoing Hammer and Glass. Button blushes a bit in return to this response. Sweetie Belle would be there for him? Knowing that he would have some pony there to comfort him throughout this helped him to cool down a bit. He sometimes feels that he is singled out among his friends and is the outcast, seeing that he is alone. No pony really tries to "help" and comfort him. This definitely helped to calm him and get him to settle down. He shuffles and adjust his hooves, making a comfortable patch on the ground that he may sit on. Plating his plot, he adjust his weight from hoof to bottom, and looks up to his three "friends". “So…what am I going to do guys?” He asked in a frantic desperation. Even when calmed, he is still scared at the thought of trying to tackle this task, and honestly was still contemplating on backing out of this dare: His first back out. Hammer Smash stands forward, clearing his throat a bit. He is the obvious leader of this group, and would always be the one to approach Button in an authoritative fashion to present to him his dare. This helps to keep the order among the friends and allow for a “healthy” friendship square. After all, what is a clique without order? “You are going to play the whole Lavender Town challenge. You will enter the Pokemon tower and visit the grave site. It’s all very simple, like basic game-play. You will wear headphones so that you may hear the music, and you will only focus on the game. Until you finish with Lavender Town, you will not turn off your GameColt.” The little foal nods to finish off his line. “And then you will be done Mash” He remains sitting, wide-eyed and hopeless. His friends are bringing him to his final outcry, and he was nearly on the edge of breaking. He had nearly forgotten about the Pokemon grave site. The music alone was scary enough that it just seemed to overshadow it, so it must have simply slipped his mind that it was even a part of the story for the game. “The whole entire thing?” The three other foals nod in unison. They have all agreed with this ahead of time, days in advance really, and with that have sealed his fate. Button gulps, closing his eyes to shake his head a bit. “S-so when do I have to do this? Like…I do not have to do this today do I?” This was something they had not considered. Did Button Mash really have to do this today? Maybe later today, or even tomorrow? The three continued to look at each other in confusion, not really achieving anything before Broken Glass had finally stepped forward to take his charge on this. “You have three days to prep up Button. We want you comfy for this, not…unready.” He falters a bit, looking back to his friends. Of the three, Button Mash was really his favorite among his friends, though aware that he normally would be calling Hammer Smash his best friend, and Button calling Sweetie Belle his best friend. He has bonded best with Button, and why wouldn't they? They were both earth ponies, and lived really close by. They have practically known each other since birth, and have celebrated countless victories in multiplayer together. He just didn’t enjoy seeing Button like this. He knew that after this dare was all done and over, it would all be better for him, but Glass still feels some remorse for him and his friends’ actions. “After then, we will have you do the challenge. Okay?” Button runs this through his head, nervously shifting his hooves back and forth….back and forth, such as the pendulum that constitutes his life. At first, his mind was racing at such a speed it was impossible to think rationally and make sense of anything. Over time, it had pulled together perfectly. Three days wasn’t too short. He would be able to close ties off with other friends, clean his room a bit to make his mom happy, and simply make all his wrongs right. He was determined he would leave this world without leaving a negative mark. “O-okay guys,” He stands up, shaking his plot off to clear it of the grass and dust, posing into a square and confident step, making him appear larger and more masculine than his string bean figure would normally be. “I am going to do this. I will do the Lavender Challenge” A smile is forced to crack his lips, not really catching the meaning of the words as they leave his mouth. At this point, he was only going along with the actions and not really realizing what the consequences may be. To his friends, it would simply be nothing. To him, it could be his life. The three foals join around him and catch him in a quick group hug. Button continues to smile, and even rest his head against Sweetie Belle’s shoulder within the hug. He may seem relaxed and smiling on the outside, but deep inside he was screaming from the pain of something being severed from his being. Author's Note So I am rather excited about this Fan Fic. I am trying not to rush it and actually spend some time on it, so I hope this chapter is just right for a good start on the initial story itself. If you feel it is any worse from the original prologue, please tell me and I will find ways to improve it.
Prologue-When it comes to video games, Button Mash was basically the connoisseur. Anything digital, hand held, pixilated, it didn’t matter. Button Mash knew everything there was about video games and what they were: He knew the release dates before the game companies knew the release date, he knew the character roster for the game before they even develop characters for the game, and when it came to recolors for characters, you could only imagine who they would call first hand: Button Mash. But there was always one challenge in a video game that scared him, one so heinous and fueled of evil and hatred, that it chilled him to the bone to even think of it: The Lavender Town challenge in both Pokémon Red and Green. Button Mash wasn’t just simply scared of this, he was petrified to even pick up his own copy of the Pokémon Red cartridge and put it in his gamecolt. It had all changed for him after hearing of the rumors on the internet, of colts choking themselves with their own hooves and sticking their heads into their mothers’ ovens. He never viewed Pokémon as quite the same joyful kids’ game it once was to him. Sure, many of his games involved murder and killing of various things like zombies, or enemy soldiers, but they never were quite the same thing as an actual pony life. He never killed outside of the pixelation, and never wished to do so in real life: Especially to himself. To avoid the possibility of it ever happening to him, to ever get the temptation or feel the want for his own blood on his hooves, he has hidden away the cartridge deep within his closet. It was safe there….much rather he was safe with it there…safe from the horrors it held within. But, on a far lighter note from Pokémon, another thing Button Mash loved was dares. He has never backed out on a dare, and really he got a lot from it. On many occasions, he has won a few games and game consoles off of his buddies for doing their stupid dares, and Button was pretty contempt with that. The games were free, and the dares were usually harmless, even fun to do sometimes. One time he was dared to lick a hot pepper, and his friends gave him a brand new PonyStation 1, being that he trashed his old one with some hard core Major League Gaming. But once confronted with his new dare, he knew he may fall back on this. His friends knew very well of his irrational fear to the song (or much rather the whole entire village) of Lavender Town, and the two sacred games that contained it. They always took it into thought that he was simply overreacting, or just being a wuss. The suicide rumors were just precisely that: rumors. Rumors are not real, and normally do nothing but cause trouble as it is. Could you imagine how much money Haytendo lost when these lies came out by CreepySparkle? It was all some ploy to put them out of business for a rival gaming company PonyStationPortable, or so it was rumored. But, as said, rumors are just rumors. They never understood why something so dumb, so radically false, would be so mystifying and moreover terrifying to the young colt. He was never superstitious and was not known for forming his own superstition. They found these actions by Button to be strange, so they decided a dare would be the best way to call him out on it. Button had dreaded it, and didn’t even prefer to talk about it to his friends. He himself had not even remembered how his prick friends would have ever figured it out. They don’t read his journal, and they don’t go snooping through his closet. You could only imagine his confusion, frustration, and over-all hatred when confronted with this new dare: a burning deep within his chest and stomach, a want to lash out and retaliate against them and get back at them for what they have damned him to: A fate without his innocence. In a last ditch effort to ensure he wouldn’t back out of this one, the three foals Hammer Smash, Broken Glass, and Sweetie Belle (He hangs out with the “wrong crowd”) dog-piled on top of him. This was to ensure that the little Button Mash would not escape his new challenge. Really, and in all honesty, this was meant to show him that the game was literally harmless: It cannot physically hurt him, as it was virtual. The weight of the three foals on top of him was not all too pleasant, and after a while of continued pressure on his rib cage, Button Mash was about to give in…that was until Sweetie Belle began to tickle his back hooves with some of Broken Glass’s feathers. This both infuriated and embarrassed him. Secretly he had a crush on Sweetie Belle, but was never able to tell her his feelings, so he always hid his face in his Gamecolt or began blowing off cartridges any time she was around. This kept him safe from an awkward situation. But now he had to buck and kick, as the stimulation within his back hooves was becoming too much: He had to get them off. Upon the first few kicks, he had gotten Broken Glass off, only to be piled on again. With this repeated cycle of kicks and smothering, Button Mash only managed to wear himself out and tire up. He knew that he had to end this before it went too far, but already he was showing that he was not capable of doing so: Prolonged time sitting and playing games had taken the physical part of his body and made it frail, subject to torment from the world around him. As a result he simply laid on the grass now. He closed his eyes and knew for sure his fate was sealed. The ponies on top of him were not going to let him go, they were determined to kill him, and he finally accepted their betrayal. Yes, it hurt to know that they would do this, but he always knew the situation would come one day. He had accepted that this would now be his death: -His new dare was to play Lavender Town Author's Note I honestly do not know much about the fandom's story behind Button Mash All I know is that he is shipped with Sweetie Belle (a lot) and that he games (a lot) So I decided one related to shipping and gaming would be good enough for a Button mash story Expect the first chapter to pop up soon But do not expect gore quite yet
Chapter 2: The First NightAuthor's Note 3spooky5me O)_(O Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is a look more into the mental distress that Button is facing throughout this tragic experience I dunno if it is dark enough, but who cares. My story Enjoy (P.S. If you play the linked YouTube video while reading, you will have a good time) Chapter 2: The First Night Button awoke with a start, bolting upright to the sound of lightning rattling his window. Dazed, he looks over to his alarm clock, only to see that it blank, and has went out. He scoots closer along his plush bed to the nightstand to grab his wrist-watch, still working well in spite of the black-out. He has to squint a bit, using light from his bedside window to see the time: 00:13. This is the third time he has awoken that night in sweats, and the bags under his eyes are evidence of how exhausting it is for him to keep up like this. Button throws off the covers and stumbled out of the bed. The carpet beneath his hooves is rather soft and relieving. He never knew why, but when his mom bought this house, she made sure the carpet she had installed was very thick and fluffy. He could only imagine it was for when he was a young colt crawling on the carpet, so that he wouldn’t hurt his small shaking hooves. He never really knew, but right now it made him happy to have that bit of give into the cushion with each step. Upon looking around, it seems that none of his devices were fried in the black-out, though he could never really tell until he was able to turn everything on to see. It was a bit eerie in his room, and from time to time he would find himself getting shivers along his spine. He never liked being alone in a dark room, especially during the rain. He always had the sinking feeling of paranoia, as if his skin was being tugged gently by little tiny ants in all directions at the same time, carefully tearing him apart. A feeling that something was going to grab him, touch him, drag him away. Right now he is holding all of this at bay. The lighting would light the room every now and then, and the room is relatively danger-free as it is. Button shuffles along to his dresser, pulling out the middle drawer. He begins to sort through his various shirts, looking for something to cover himself up while he went to get a drink and use the restroom. As he starts to slide a shirt over his head and hooves, his ear twitches. What is that? The room stays quiet, though the rain continues. Turning to look around his room again, Button gets the familiar shiver down his spine. He jumps with a start: Nothing. A chuckle fills the air as the colt laughs to himself. “C’mon now Button. There aint a thing here…just your imagination” Shaking his head to clear his mind, he starts to his door. That is when it starts. The eerily held note, only elevating in volume and pitch, and then the four arpeggiated notes. Hooves cover his eyes, his ears, soon cowering on the floor, curled up in a ball. He would move but his body is filled with convulsions and spasms, shivers and gasp. The music only intensifies, distorting to a high roar, filling the room in its entirety. A new moisture is felt on his hooves, thick and warm. This jolts Button to his senses a bit, and he pulls his forearms down to look: it’s fresh blood. Button violently shakes his head, hoping to bring himself back to his sense and get the dull noise of water out of his ears, but only succeeds to splatter the thick saturation of red around the walls and carpet. His mom’s soft, fluffy carpet. The sides of Button’s head is now soaked, staining his brown fur. The walls begin to shape, to morph. Concaving and arching in, and he can no longer recognize that he is in his room. Button turns his head to look, but his vision has blurred. Everything is a dark violet, and the floors lavender. There is an object ahead, shaped to a dome, a tombstone. It is blank, possessing no soul within it or a body under it. Button approaches it cautiously, but only manages to stumble in a stupor. His hooves can’t make a connection with the ground to where he can walk straight. Is there an earthquake going on? He can’t seem to stand still even. When he does reach the tombstone, script begins to crack and etch its way into it, making out a single name with no cause of death: Button Mash. A gasp forces away from his throat, before his mouth is forced shut. Button shakes his head again, scratching a hoof at his lips to pry open, only to find that it has been sewn shut with thick vine. He places his hoof down again, bowing his head in defeat. Something else happens: The tombstone is getting taller. The dirt wraps around his hooves, sucking them into the earth below and burying him alive. Instinctively, Button pulls and jerks, trying to wrench his hooves free of the cool dirt. It reaches up to slink along his body, pulling lower to the ground until it can now touch his belly. Button is sinking lower and lower. In a last shot attempt, he rips his lips apart, forcing a cry of help and desperation to barely pierce over the music, not even hearing himself, as it is muffled through the thick blood filling his ears. That is when Button sees it: The bright white eyes cutting through the violet night, accompanied by the vicious smile beneath them. Before he is capable of reacting, the figure swoops down, heading to Button CRACK! There is no sound: the room isn’t moving, the music has stopped, the face has disappeared. Button is now alone with the tombstone, still slowly sinking. He is motionless, unable to move, but staring blankly. His ears and mouth bleed out, the vine stitching dangling from his mangled lips. Slowly, his head falls from his shoulders. THUD! Hitting the cool earth, before tumbling between his from hooves. It is the last thing devoured into the earth below. Button awoke with a start, bolting upright to the sound of lightning outside rattling his window. Dazed, he looks over to his alarm clock, only to see that it has went out and is blank. He scoots closer along his plush bed to the nightstand and grabs his wrist-watch, still working well in spite of the black-out. He has to squint a bit, using light from his bedside window to see the time: 00:13. “Just a dream…” He sighs, rubbing his face and eyes. “Just…a dream” Button repeats to himself, sure that this will help to calm him down and help him relax to sleep. He doesn’t notice the white eyes staring at him from the end of his bed.
Chapter 3: The First Night (Part 2)Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.
Chapter 1: The Dare“Quit it guys, I am doing it, so get off!” Button Mash squalled, doing his best to push his friends off from the dog pile they formed on him. He was shocked as it was that they would even dare him to do that, but for them to do this to him to ensure he did it? “I will, just get off!” “You are really doing it?” Hammer Smash asked, lightening his load on the friend by just a bit, flexing his forehooves over so that he may push his chest off of him. “Yes, now get off! This hurts!” Button Mash cries in desperation. It is getting hard for him to breath now, and he was getting scared that if the game wasn’t the end of him, his friends would be. “Okay okay okay, just calm down” Sweetie Belle squeaks, now lifting her body off of the brown colt. Button gasp in relief as his lungs can be fully filled again. “Thank...(Gasp)…You…(Gasp)…Sweetiebelle!” He chokes out, pushing himself up a bit more, quickly shaking the other two colts off of him. They tumbled rather weightlessly to the ground. At 8 years of age, the young ponies most likely weight 50 pounds at most if bulked up. Button stands up fully and flexes his shoulders a bit, allowing his chest some room to expand and take in deep breaths. Now that he was up and the blood was flowing, his face was no longer flush, and his body was starting to cool again from the combined heat of the other ponies. He was calming down and finding his comfy spot to think about the dare. “Button, you need to do this. You need to realize that it is all just superstition. There is nothing here to fear about the game…” Broken Glass pressed, hoping to get through to the irrational colt. “And..and I promise it won’t be bad” Sweetie Belle remarks, hiding her face a bit. She is a bit ashamed to be forcing her friend through all of this. It is obvious that it scared him, and forcing him to do it is just…immoral to her. She was raised a bit better by her sister, and feels that this is a bit extreme for her. “And…I will be here” she says, hoping to lighten the load for him a bit. Putting him through this would probably hurt her more than it hurt him. She really had a liking to Button Mash, and really only tolerated Broken Glass and Hammer Smash so that she could be around Button. The other two were a bit immature for her, and she felt that the quiet and reserved Button Smash was a bit more interesting than the ecstatic and outgoing Hammer and Glass. Button blushes a bit in return to this response. Sweetie Belle would be there for him? Knowing that he would have some pony there to comfort him throughout this helped him to cool down a bit. He sometimes feels that he is singled out among his friends and is the outcast, seeing that he is alone. No pony really tries to "help" and comfort him. This definitely helped to calm him and get him to settle down. He shuffles and adjust his hooves, making a comfortable patch on the ground that he may sit on. Plating his plot, he adjust his weight from hoof to bottom, and looks up to his three "friends". “So…what am I going to do guys?” He asked in a frantic desperation. Even when calmed, he is still scared at the thought of trying to tackle this task, and honestly was still contemplating on backing out of this dare: His first back out. Hammer Smash stands forward, clearing his throat a bit. He is the obvious leader of this group, and would always be the one to approach Button in an authoritative fashion to present to him his dare. This helps to keep the order among the friends and allow for a “healthy” friendship square. After all, what is a clique without order? “You are going to play the whole Lavender Town challenge. You will enter the Pokemon tower and visit the grave site. It’s all very simple, like basic game-play. You will wear headphones so that you may hear the music, and you will only focus on the game. Until you finish with Lavender Town, you will not turn off your GameColt.” The little foal nods to finish off his line. “And then you will be done Mash” He remains sitting, wide-eyed and hopeless. His friends are bringing him to his final outcry, and he was nearly on the edge of breaking. He had nearly forgotten about the Pokemon grave site. The music alone was scary enough that it just seemed to overshadow it, so it must have simply slipped his mind that it was even a part of the story for the game. “The whole entire thing?” The three other foals nod in unison. They have all agreed with this ahead of time, days in advance really, and with that have sealed his fate. Button gulps, closing his eyes to shake his head a bit. “S-so when do I have to do this? Like…I do not have to do this today do I?” This was something they had not considered. Did Button Mash really have to do this today? Maybe later today, or even tomorrow? The three continued to look at each other in confusion, not really achieving anything before Broken Glass had finally stepped forward to take his charge on this. “You have three days to prep up Button. We want you comfy for this, not…unready.” He falters a bit, looking back to his friends. Of the three, Button Mash was really his favorite among his friends, though aware that he normally would be calling Hammer Smash his best friend, and Button calling Sweetie Belle his best friend. He has bonded best with Button, and why wouldn't they? They were both earth ponies, and lived really close by. They have practically known each other since birth, and have celebrated countless victories in multiplayer together. He just didn’t enjoy seeing Button like this. He knew that after this dare was all done and over, it would all be better for him, but Glass still feels some remorse for him and his friends’ actions. “After then, we will have you do the challenge. Okay?” Button runs this through his head, nervously shifting his hooves back and forth….back and forth, such as the pendulum that constitutes his life. At first, his mind was racing at such a speed it was impossible to think rationally and make sense of anything. Over time, it had pulled together perfectly. Three days wasn’t too short. He would be able to close ties off with other friends, clean his room a bit to make his mom happy, and simply make all his wrongs right. He was determined he would leave this world without leaving a negative mark. “O-okay guys,” He stands up, shaking his plot off to clear it of the grass and dust, posing into a square and confident step, making him appear larger and more masculine than his string bean figure would normally be. “I am going to do this. I will do the Lavender Challenge” A smile is forced to crack his lips, not really catching the meaning of the words as they leave his mouth. At this point, he was only going along with the actions and not really realizing what the consequences may be. To his friends, it would simply be nothing. To him, it could be his life. The three foals join around him and catch him in a quick group hug. Button continues to smile, and even rest his head against Sweetie Belle’s shoulder within the hug. He may seem relaxed and smiling on the outside, but deep inside he was screaming from the pain of something being severed from his being. Author's Note So I am rather excited about this Fan Fic. I am trying not to rush it and actually spend some time on it, so I hope this chapter is just right for a good start on the initial story itself. If you feel it is any worse from the original prologue, please tell me and I will find ways to improve it.
