A Factory Fallen

by writingiscool

[Placeholder] DO NOT READ!

Previous Chapter

[If you are reading this, you are defying the logic of the title. Read on if you want to.]


I looked down for a moment, and gazed toward my straight jacket. If I wanted to get out of here, I needed to get this off first.

I tried activating my horn, but then I remembered they weren't stupid. Of course they had inhibitors and seals to stop me, they weren't foolish. But.

They were dumb.

I used my tail to find out where the clasps and such were, and wiggled my front legs. I was almost out.

For a moment I thought of Harry Houdini.

And then, I was out.

I still have no idea how I did it. Fucking magic I guess. I then pulled off the facemask and inhibitor. I wasn't out of the storm yet.

Moving quickly, I didn't alert the guard.

Hell, I even got the door open in SECONDS.

Once it was open, I snuck through. To my left, a guard was facing a poster. The poster was of a film roll, with the moon above. Below that was Canterlot. It said in captioning at the bottom; "Canterlot's Annual Lunar Film Festival! Family fun, and movies for the adults! Come at 8:00 Pm for the festivities!"

If my calculations were right, Cloudsdale would be over Canterlot when the festival starts.

But that also means that I have limited time to get onto the floating city. I also need a cloudwalking spell, but it shouldn't be that hard. The unicorns at the stations give out free spells on special occasions. I've studied this place enough. Through hundred of tiny passages about the transportation systems, I had learned enough.

What was absolutely hilarious, is that Bohemian Rhapsody was playing on the radio the guard was listening to. This place is fucked up.

I moved with haste behind the guard. I then looked to my right and left, making sure there weren't anymore guards. I then gazed backwards, finding nothing really interesting or alarming entering my peripheral vision.

Without hesitation, I flung my hoof at the back of the guard's skull, making contact and instantly knocking him out.

"Quit chewing on the concrete, stupid guard."

I then covered my mouth, hoping no one heard that.


But you know what? This story will be on hiatus. I'm tired of writing, I'm going to take a break. I need time to do my own things, and I can't worry all about these stories I write. This will OCCASIONALLY be updated. I'm going to start posting blogs, detailing my days and the status of my stories.