Check out the door at the End of the Hall

Tame turned the corner, but he only made it a single step when the floor under him gave way. He yelled, arms flailing for a split second of freefall before he hit murky, black water, silt and ruined carpeting raining down around him. In a moment of panic, he thrashed about until his hoof connected with the solid wall of the pit. The spark of pain triggered his survival training, his arms starting to pump him toward the surface.

He broke the water’s edge a moment later and gasped for breath. Above him, he could see where a hinged section of the floor had released and dumped him into what looked like a hole dug directly into the bedrock under the castle. There was a small ledge near the surface and Tame made a beeline for it. He pulled himself up, hands slipping in the thick, gritty mud, but he made it out of the water.

Tame took a deep shuddering breath and sat back on his hooves. At his knees, sharing space on the ledge, was a dingy white pony skull and a loose pile of other bones. No shred of coat, mane or flesh remained with them, and each was cracked and fissured with the telltale signs of teeth marks.

“Well, shit.”

That was all he managed to get out when the water suddenly surged upward, washing over the ledge and his legs. Tame turned around in time to catch a glimpse of dinner-plate sized eyes and impossibly wide jaws lined with teeth before everything went black.

Author's Note

Respawn!

Start Over!