Screams echoed through the corridors as wind gusted apart rotted curtains. Somewhere, a door blew open, slamming against a wall. And deep within the compound was the decrepit auditorium, filled with the remains of past students.

“Man, there was a lot of popcorn out there,” Blunt Force remarked. Oh, and of course, three terrified students and Sunny Glaze were cramped together in a dark, stuffy broom closet.

“Ooh-ooh-ooh, spooky!!” Sunny Glaze cheerfully commented. The others turned to glare at her. “What?”

Short Stature shook his head. “How did you know this place was here?” He asked.

Ghost Note smirked. “I have my ways...”

“Come on guys, can you keep it down? I don’t want to be caught.” Blunt shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh, loosen up a bit, why don’t you?” Sunny stopped when a loud song began blaring from within the room. “That’s my phone!” She giggled. “Can someone get it out of my pocket? I can’t move.” Blunt sighed in exasperation.

--[Ring Ring Ring]--

With a panicked shriek, Swift Form bolted down the hallway, leaving the others behind.

Pun Bun scratched her chin. “Hmm, sand? Not much I can do with that.” Nightmare Moon blinked in confusion. “Oh, right.” Suddenly, Pun took off running after Swift.

“Hmm, just you and I… With nobody left to hear you scream!” Nightmare Moon cackled. Blank and Soft glanced at eachother before screaming and running in opposite directions.

With a malicious smile, Nightmare Moon lowered her head and muttered, “Oh, you can run all you want.” She paused. “Huh, that sounded a lot more menacing in my head.”

--[Simultaneously]--

Swift Form ran blindly through the school, kicking up dust as she did so. A quick glance around the shadowy hallway confirmed her worst daydreams. She was alone. In a dark, frightening and abandoned building! A door to her right slammed open as air seeped in from a cracked window allowing a billowing wind to blow through the corridor. Dust filled the air and forced Swift to cough violently before she covered her mouth with her shirt.

She shivered in fear. “Bzzt…” She whispered through the rough cloth of her clothing. Her slightly muffled voice echoed through the desolate hallway. “Bzzzzzt…” No one but the wind responded. She took a furtive look behind her in the vain hope that Pun, Soft, or- or even Blank Slate had found her! But alas, it was not so. Instead, when turning to face forward once again, Swift found herself about to harshly collide with a rotting wooden door. It was far too late to stop, but she had just enough time to slow down before tumbling into the obstacle.

Her shoulder collided with the collapsing obstacle, sending waves of pain coursing through her body. A loud cracking sound bounced around the narrow hallway as the door shattered into hundreds of splinters and fragments. Swift crashed painfully into the dark room, the aged tiles covering the floor cracking slightly from the impact. She lay motionless for only a few seconds before pushing herself up and grasping at an injured shoulder.

Blinking through tears, Swift took a moment to assess her surroundings. What she saw caused her eyes to open wide and a gasp to escape her lips.

--[Cut to next scene]--

Pun Bun bounced through the hallways, a bright smile upon her face. Each classroom was a journey in and of itself. She would rummage through the dusty drawers finding all sorts of hidden gems. A slightly-used pencil here… an expired and almost-empty pack of gum there. There was no shortage of treasures to be found and Pun was determined to find them all.

No desk left unturned!

No gum left unscraped!

No suspicious-looking ghost thingy unviolated!

Pun skidded to a stop, backtracking to where she saw the mysterious apparition. She cast a glance into the desolate lavatory, toilet seats cracked and water dripping onto the dirtied tiles. A red smear ran across the far wall, long dried liquid spelling out illegible warnings. Brief flickers of light seemingly appeared and disappeared from the corner of her eyes. A soft giggle was barely audible, echoing through the room. But not a spirit was to be found.

With a wordless shrug, she pivoted on her heels away from the ridiculously creepy bathroom, but quickly stopped when a cold breath ran down her neck. With a shiver, she twisted around once more to find herself staring directly into the soulless eyes of a ghostly apparition.

“You really need to work on your complexion,” Pun stated, backing up awkwardly..

--[Some arbitrary time beforehand]--

Blank Slate stood deathly still as the shadow passed by the door. His steady breathing was the only break in the otherwise suffocating silence. The creature paused, its shadow casting the whole room into darkness. Blank held his breath; his disguise was certainly superb, but what if it wasn’t good enough? Lamps can’t breathe, after all.

He silently put on a quite fashionable mustache that he pulled from seemingly nowhere. Better safe than sorry, he thought.

The shadow swiftly departed, leaving Blank behind in complete silence. Thin rays of sunlight filtered through the dusty air, illuminating small patches of the room. The room he was in appeared to be a rundown classroom. Battered and broken desks littered the floor, many of them in multiple pieces. The cracked walls were littered with tiny holes and an upturned tabled graced the far wall.

Satisfied that he was safe, Blank pulled off his lamp costume, filled with newfound determination. He let out a relieved sigh and glanced around the trashed room with ambivalence. A ticking clock echoed throughout the class. Everything was still.

…

Too still.

“AHHAH!! You’re so dea- oh wait, he’s not here,” a voice shouted from farther down the corridor sounding suspiciously like Night “The Mare” Moon. Dejected footsteps soon followed.

“Phew,” Blank muttered in relief. He glanced around with a moment's hesitation. With nary a sigh, he stepped through the overgrown do-

“Why hello there,” a malicious voice whispered from behind him. “I’ve been waiting for you...”

Blank froze in place as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Oh, sh-”

--[Probably later]--

“-it,” Soft Spoken whispered. His words were quickly stifled by the ridiculous levels of dust polluting the air as he ran down through the building. A fork in the soon hallway presented itself before him. His mind wandered as he impetuously turned continued down the left path. What could he possibly do? His friends were no doubt all imprisoned in the deepest, darkest, and unimaginably dangerous depths of the school by now.

A single whimper escaped Soft’s mouth as he took note of his surroundings. The walls were covered in an inexplicable amount of blood. Either that or the painters were really liberal with fifty gallons of red paint. Would he ever find his best friends or Pun ever again? How could he even survive this? What was Chrysalis really doing in the broom closet last week?

Soft’s gentle footsteps kicked up small puffs of dust with each stride. The frequency of doors to his sides were slowly diminishing with each passing second. He had no clue where anyone was. He didn’t even know where he was! He was most surely screwed.

“I’m screwed, I’m screwed, I’m screwed,” Soft endlessly repeated under his breath. A door slowly came into view at the end of the long passage. With a sigh of relief, he leaped inside and slammed the door shut. Instead, it bounced off a soft white plush of a unicorn with a shoddily produced purple mane inexplicably lying on the ground.

He blinked. “Huh. What a strange and irrelevant object…” He kicked it outside and slammed the door with a bang. Quickly turning around, Soft found himself in a small closet filled to the brim with random objects entirely irrelevant to the story.

“Dang nabit! Of course I found myself stuck in a closet full of irrelevant and random objects! What next?! Am I going to find everyone else by some freak accident?!” He shouted before looking around, as if he expected some freak accident to suddenly progress the story. With a sigh, he stomped his foot once more, causing a crack to emanate from the floor.

Soft looked down with wide eyes. “Crap.” The ground suddenly collapsed inwards with a cascade of tiling crashing through the newly created pit, his body following closely behind.

--[Everything is broken]--

After much discourse, the Nights came to the unanimous decision to vacate the closet. The residents of the auditorium lounged around quietly, silence filling the room. Every few seconds, a munch would come from Sunny Glaze, as she bit down on another piece of popcorn.

A tapping soon joined the rhythmic munching as Blunt Force began hitting the ground with her foot. After a few seconds, Short started clapping quietly, the sound bouncing sharply around the room. The makeship beat slowly sped up, nearly reaching its peak when Blunt suddenly breathed in deeply.

“Can we all refrain from breaking into song?” Ghost interjected, causing Sunny to violently fall backwards with a handful of popcorn flying into the air. The others simply sighed in disappointment.

“Well, what else are we supposed to do? I'M SO BORED!!” Sunny shouted from the ground.

Ghost shook his head. “For starters, you could actually he-” He was swiftly cut off by the ceiling above him collapsing in a shower of dust and a student’s plump body harshly landing on him. A quiet groan could be heard coming from the pile.

Blunt and Short stared in surprise as Sunny stared intently at her phone’s bright screen. The person on top of Ghost lay still, the gentle rise and fall of his chest being the only indication of his current state of existence.

After a moment of silence, the student stirred and fell to the ground with a thump. He groggily lifted his head and opened his bright green eyes, confusion evident in his stare. The student glanced around the room before settling on the fresh causality of the short lived battle between him and poor ceiling maintenance. His eyes widened as he qu ietly spoke.

“Oops.”

Author's Note

So... You know that thing I do? You know, writing?

I did it again. And I regret nothing. Sorry, this took so long to make, but I did warn you guys in the description for the story! So, like, you have every right to complain, but you can't say you didn't see this coming.

I mean, it's only been what? A year? Phsst, that's nothing!

For this chapter, I had these wonderful people help out with proofreading and editing:

Balls
DedotatedWAM
and
NapoleontheLesser!

I hope yall are excited for the next chapter!

It will probably be a while.