Parasparkle Part 1 *TOO BUSY FOR PART 2 ATM, SORRY*

by Taiyon

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Dark, Alternate Universe, Adventure
Length: 4771

Twilight Sparkle is sent back to Magic Kindergarten.

Twilight Sparkle is sent back to Magic Kindergarten after she's late with a letter to Princess Celestia, much to her surprise. Through thick and thin, she and a few others adventure in a world of terror and…
Crazy. -PART 1 BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY TO MAKE PART 2-
*Note: The teacher, the schoolkids, and many other characters are original. Don't get mad at me. Oh, and the image does NOT belong to me.*

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2011-11-28 06:34:39 UTC

Maaagic Kindergarten

Parasparkle

~Taiyon

Princess Celestia looked down on Twilight Sparkle, her choice of what to do with Twilight resting in her hooves. Since Twilight had been tardy with a friendship letter, and caused the entire town to go on a wild rampage after a ragdoll, Celestia had to chose whether to punish her or release her from her custody. Looking straight at her student, she spoke.“I’m afraid you’ll have to return to Magic Kindergarten, Twilight.” The very words that ended Twilight’s social and mental life clung to her brain in horror. No, this couldn’t be happening! Magic Kindergarten was the one and only place that Twilight feared. Why send her back there, knowing she loathed the place?! As this wicked and endless stream of thoughts terrorized the purple unicorn, who was now holding her hooves above her head on the floor, Princess Celestia, the very alicorn who uttered those words, gently brought her delicate white horn down upon Twilight’s forehead. In a flash, the unicorn was traveling through space, surrounded by a bright light that meant only one thing.

She was going back to Magic Kindergarten against her will, and nopony could stop her. Not even the one who sent her here, the Princess herself.

As Twilight lifted her hooves off of her head, she looked up at the small red building in front of her. It looked like a farm house, only it had two homely doors and a bell on top. She could make out a long rectangular plaque above the two brown doors in the dim moonlight, which read, to her horror, “Magic Kindergarten”. The unicorn fainted with a sigh, her head smacking a dirt mound.

When the purple pony awoke, an orange dawn sun was rising on the horizon, and she could make out a teacher arranging the classroom inside. She yawned and sat up, instantly feeling the plush bean bag she had been sleeping on and the ice bag on her head. The red, blonde, and obviously over-happy unicorn teacher looked over at her as she drew a picture of a unicorn on the chalkboard. The teacher smiled. “Hello, my name is Miss Amy! I’m the teacher here in Magic Kindergarten, and I’ll help you get started with magic!” The words ‘Magic Kindergarten’ made the sore unicorn on the bean bag feel dizzy and depressed as a wave of shock, confusion, and insanity swept over her. Miss Amy suddenly realized that Twilight both had her cutie mark and was definitely not a filly. The teacher stopped smiling as happily as she did and looked at the confused pony. “Um, Miss—““Twilight. My name is Twilight.” “Miss Twilight, what are you doing here in Magic Kindergarten? You’re not a filly.” “I’ve…I’ve come here to….” Twilight coughed and her eyes filled with dry tears. “To be…a new –cough- student…here…” The unicorn took the ice bag off her head and lifted herself off of the bean bag. She looked over at the apple-shaped clock, with nearly pointed to 9 o’ clock. School was about to begin! “Oh, yes dear! Come stand over by me!” Miss Amy gently tapped her hoof next to her, motioning for the other unicorn to stand by her. As Twilight examined her surroundings, she noticed the eight small desks, each with two desks in the row, split down the middle so that there were four desks on one side, four on the other. There were two large tables at the back of the classroom, each with four chairs. Where the pony had been unconscious were three colorful bean bag chairs, a bookshelf with short stories filling the three shelves, and a small circular rug underneath it all, with an image of fillies playing in a grassy playground sewn into it. The teacher’s desk was near the door, with quite a few apples stacked on it, some books, and a little chair. Rrring! The school bell rung and Twilight could see fillies lining up near the door through the window. They chatted jubilantly as they waited outside, and the unicorn’s teeth chattered. “Ooh, here come the children! I’ll get the door!”

My Little Psycho

As she pulled open the two doors, the children bounced in and rushed to their seats with the expectation of another great day filled with learning, but what they were not expecting a new student, especially a non-filly who was older than them. “Class, this is our new student, Twilight…” Miss Amy trailed off and looked to Twilight. “Sparkle! My name is Twilight Sparkle!” The pony whispered anxiously. A bead of sweat dripped down her face, and a few of her hairs curled and sprang out of place. Her ear twitched, and she smiled stupidly. “THAT’S the new pony?!” A student cried out, and the class burst out laughing. “Now, now, class…” Miss Amy attempted to calm the class with failed attempts until they couldn’t breathe any longer. Twilight’s head drooped and she stared at the floor. A few of her tail hairs sprang out of place. She cringed, but somehow managed to urge herself down the row to one of the back seats on the left. A pony next to her looked at her up and down, then said to her face as her new classmate put her face on her hooves, “You’re not a filly and you’re in Magic Kindergarten? You must be really STUPID!” She giggled at her, and Twilight’s eye twitched with anger. The next few days passed by with her being teased and picked on by the other younger unicorns, each of them pointing and shouting at her and laughing. Eventually, the bullying died down a bit, and with each day, the depressed unicorn found it better to stay in the back near the swings. Still, each pony stuck their tongues out at her and fled when she came near. And which each growing day, the cord Twilight held onto for dear sanity’s sake became thinner and thinner. Even though the teacher let her sleep in the classroom, fed her filling rations, and tried to encourage her to be happier, none of that cured her depression, which was quickly turning to insanity. Twilight eventually had most of her hair out of place, her ear twitched every minute or so, and her eyes trailed off to the side every so often. The teacher made up a chart out of stars, placing a star beside a pony’s name if they did good, completed a spell, or behaved in class. The purple unicorn’s name was always on the top of the list, until one day, a brown unicorn boy named Philippe earned more stars than her. As in, so many stars that Twilight lost it one day. She stomped up the small aisle of chairs, her bloodshot eyes darting from one frightened pupil to another. They shivered in fear, whispering terrified comments to the unicorn next to them, and all the while never taking their eyes off of the crazed pony. As the crazy pony twitched and jerked her way up to the chart, even the teacher backed away. “No…he’s…NO! I’M THE SMARTEST! I’M NOT STUPID! I DON’T EVEN DESERVE TO BE HERE!” Miss Amy locked the door and immediately reached for a telephone and called somepony, talking as fast as she could as the insane Twilight raged at her classmates and tore up the classroom. She ripped covers from books, threw papers and chairs around the room, and even shoved over a little cyan unicorn, who cried in both fear and pain. As Twilight began to rip beans and stuffing from a green bean bag, the one she had laid on weeks ago, two masked white ponies burst in with tasers. They were in suits, wearing hard gloves, and as the raging pony looked closer, she saw that their clothes were made of both metal and hard cloth. They had other various weapons in their pockets, all of which caused the children to shrink back in a tiny huddling group against a wall in a corner, as far away from the scene as possible. Twilight’s ears drooped, and her eyes widened. She instantly snarled like a wild beasts and leapt onto the first taser-wielding pony and bitten hard on his arm. He yelled in pain and instantly bludgeoned her head with one of his weapons, his weapon (besides the taser) looking similar to a modern-day mace. Instantly, their attacker fell to the floor, bleeding heavily from a cracked part in her head, where two bits of fur split open, revealing her skull, which was also cracked open. Inside was her badly damaged and heavily bleeding brain, and the children and even Miss Amy screamed in fright. The defending ponies tasered her until her eyes drooped shut and she let out a moan of despair.

When Twilight awoke, she couldn’t get up without smacking into a wall. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a fuzzy white wall. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she noticed that the walls were actually plush, as well as the floor and ceiling. She looked to what she thought was the front of the room, and saw three cellar bars about half a foot long each blocking off a small, foot-long open window. The no-glass and barred window revealed the two ponies wearing the suits that had attacked her. This time they had no helmets, revealing a pale green and a yellow pony, the green one with a blonde mane, and the yellow one with a green mane, the green pony driving what she thought was a car. Or at least she thought she was in a car. As Twilight charged at the window, just as crazy as she was in the classroom, she felt a sudden pang of confusion, and felt her head. It was bandaged in the top right corner of her head, and she could feel a small dip in the middle of it, behind the bandage. Suddenly, the unicorn remembered the entire day she had spent at Magic Kindergarten, and what a horror it was there. As she thought about Magic Kindergarten, the words and memories echoed around her mind as they taunted and teased her. “M-m-magic… K-Kindergarten... AAAAAAAAAAAH!” As she muttered the words ‘Magic’ and ‘Kindergarten’, she totally lost it again. She scraped at the walls and tore at the floor, all the while screaming threats at her past classmates, her previous teacher, and even at Princess Celestia. Soon, her own tears and psychotic cackles cut her screams short, along with the bouncing and constant thrashing of the “car” that she was in. Eventually, she gave up tormenting herself and decided to try and remember what had happened to her in the last few weeks. Flashes of the Princess, Magic Kindergarten, and her assault sent her into a psycho fit, twitching and giggling nervously. “Shaddup, back there, will ya’, ya’ nutcase?” The green pony called back to her, with an accent that sounded sort of like Applejack’s. Soon, the car screeched to a stop. Peeking through the bars, Twilight saw the two ponies giving each other low-hooves (kind of like high-hooves), which she knew wasn’t meant for her to see. “Welcome to y’a new home, psychopony.” The purple unicorn could already sense the green pony smirking. The pair of stallions climbed out of the front seats and slammed the door, rocking the car violently. They yanked open an unseen door from the outside, and rays of bright sunlight hit Twilight. The stallions smirked smugly at the unicorn, and took her by her arms. She had a fit of seizure-like movements and snarls, but eventually looked up in awe at an enormous barred-windowed building, looking like it had been built from cement by tortured laborer ponies. Moans of anger and shrill cries for help filled the air in the distance, and the purple pony’s pupils shrank as small as they could possibly be. She knew exactly what this place was.

This was the Insane Asylum for Demented Ponies.

That one pony

As poor Twilight was forced through the iron double doors of the asylum, which were chained, bolted, and guarded, she looked down two long hallways filled with even more iron doors, all which restrained at least 30 mental mares and stallions. As the paranoid unicorn was led up one of the two side flights of concrete stairs, the stallions who had been escorting her left and she was taken by a burly guard wearing shades. He was holding a white strait jacket, which completely shocked Twilight. She cackled and screamed and twitched all in once while he forced her arms and torso into the strait jacket. After much struggling and giggles of insanity, the guard flung her into a cell and bolted the iron door. Well, on the outside it was iron. Here, it was a fluffy cloud of a door. So was the rest of the room, covered in white bouncy pillow-like material. Twilight let her legs collapse and she nearly landed on her neck from the rebound. Instead, her horn got jammed into the pillow. As she struggled to tear it out, her eyes went small again and she laughed like a maniac. She yanked her horn out of the hole in the floor and stared down. The unicorn was now looking through the roof of another pony’s cloud-like cell. Inside, there was a sky blue unicorn with a white mane and tail, with just the slightest bit of green intertwined in the hairs. The also strait-jacket bearing unicorn looked around, them up. The two stared at each other, both twitchy and mental ponies who knew they wanted to get out, somewhere, deep down inside of them. “H-hi…” The pony stammered. “I’m Bellastage, or as many call me, the Stage Master. They told me I acted too real when they brought me here. Once I brought my own props in for a play. A real knife, gun...you get the idea. I went mad with ‘em. Well, let’s just say that that was the last time I ever saw the stage again…” Twilight wasn’t as good with her introduction. “H-HI, I’MTWILIGHT, IW-WENTTOMAAAAGICKINDERG-GARTENANDTERRIFIEDKIDSANDTORMENTEDPEOPLEANDFRIIIENDSHIP” Bella looked confused. “You went to Magic Kindergarten—“ “YEAHIDID” “And now you’re here because you scared the lights out of little foals…that it?” “YEP!” Twilight jammed her words together into long, run-on sentences, sounded much more like she needed to be in the asylum than Bella did. “WELLANYWA-“ The purple unicorn flipped onto her back and began to freak out. Her brain pulsed underneath the bandaged wound. She still continued to mutter strings of words. With each word, her horn glowed with black magic. “And now…I…” BOOM! Her horn exploded with lethal black magic, overpowered from her fit. The walls of her asylum exploded, creating a crater between her floor and Bella’s roof. With some energy left, Twilight and her new friend pushed their horns against the wall. The wall Twilight was on immediately disintegrated into gliding chunks of metal, concrete, and cloth, and the two unicorns dashed out the double doors and past the guards on their rear legs, still as fast as on all four hooves. The strait jackets did create a sort of disadvantage to what they could climb and leap over, if they ever needed to. Bella screamed at Twilight “I know a spell that will give us temporary wings! Hold on!” Twilight yelled back at her “We don’t have a moment! I know a better spell, and get a move on!” As the friends dashed behind a truck, much like the one she had been in about an hour ago, the purple pony’s horn glowed again, but this time with white magic. “Ok, since I’m still –twitch- considered DEMENTED and –Magic…kindergarten!- DANGEROUS –and still a Kindergartener-, this spell might not—“ Another flash, and Bella became a doll, with sewn-on body parts, buttons for eyes, and the creepiest smile. The still living pony shrieked as another flash blinded her. Now she was a doll, too! I can hear you. A sudden voice sounded in Doll Sparkle’s head. She sensed it was coming from Bella Doll, but her voice was a distorted, shadowy, and echoing disturbing whisper. I hear you too. The unicorn doll replied. They heard a small mob of guards, and in a matter of seconds the mob had swarmed the back of the truck. One guard, possibly the head of the security team said to the others “Huh? What are these things…dolls…doing around here?” Hello. “What…was that…” Knowing by the looks on their faces, the others had heard it too. I hear you. Everypony was silent. You hear me too, I know that. They all started backing away from the dolls. Don’t leave us. The group stopped and cowered, unable to move against their fear. “Are…these…her’s?” A tall blue and black pony whispered to his gray neighbor. Who’s? “Rare…Rarity…” Take us to her. “Yes…” The two ponies picked up the dolls. The color drained from their clothes and their fur and their eyes faded to a black shadow. Like zombies, they walked stiff-legged towards the two doors, breaking through the barrier of the others, who’s mouths were agape. As the ponies stumbled through the door and trudged down the hallway, Bella Doll’s stuffed head fell to the side. Her button eyeballs stared lifelessly at the tiny barred windows in the locked doors. Blurred Equestrians sat in different cells: The typical cloud-like fluffy cell that Living Twilight was in previously, bright and cheery tiny dungeon cells that had a single pony chained to various parts of the wall, some even chained to the wall by their shackled hooves. There was your typical jail domain also, with a single bunk held up by wires and a small room with a toilet too small to drown yourself in, if you tried to. Some ponies were in magical replicas of their homes, or at least the few that were still a bit sane. Bella Doll thought she saw a yellow pegasus in a forest feeding carrots to holographic animals. A few of the doors only had a single, miniature window and were layered with bolts, locks, and bars. Within those few were cries of death threats, growling, sobbing, and your average but a bit loud scream, made by ponies that had chains connecting to all of the thin fluffy dark walls around them. As the two stallions halted in front of a door and unbolted them, they began to regain color from their hooves up. Half color regained, the gray pony tossed Twilight Doll into a cell. Three fourths of his color regained, the blue and black pony deposited the other stuffed mare into the cell. That, for all the corrupted guards knew, could be the last they saw of those dolls with the pony inside.

Escape!

A dim light coming from seemingly nowhere flicked on, and a dirty white unicorn raised her head. The room was quite large compared to the others, and from each three of the walls (the ones next to and behind the prisoner) were about forty or fifty chains keeping the unicorn from escaping, making the poor mare look like a fifty legged robotic spider. The muzzled and chain-covered pony howled with laughter. Rarity smiled, red goo dripping from her eye. She pointed her capped and covered horn at the stuffed mares and shouted something. Instantaneously, the once-dead ponies sprang back to life, their straitjackets now gone and staring straight ahead at the filthy pony. “Who is she?” Bellastage asked. “No need to ask Mommy who she is, darling, for I AM RARITY, the magically talented one in this room!” Rarity replied, making her fellow unicorn scowl at her and shiver. Twilight paused and began to ask her once-friend something. “Why-“ “WHY is the all-sane” the diamond-cutie marked pony twitched as she said this and shivered, making her look even less sane than Twi. “…RARITY here? Well I assure you it was a mistake. Bonbon was simply LAUGHING at me for my worthless clothes when Mommy here simply couldn’t stand it any longer. I socked her straight across the mouth and she kicked poor Mommy in her stomach. THAT’S when Rarity here…” Rarity shouted in a somehow lady-like fashion at her visitors, confusing them with her calling herself ‘Mommy’, ‘Rarity’, and such. “That’s when I PUSHED that stupid Bonbon into the nearest wall. The impact simply KILLED her, which gave my eye a prickly feeling. Oh, it’s not bleeding again, is it, dearies?” the filthy one jabbed at her own eye, squirting blood elsewhere. The bloody pupil was at least half the size of the other perfectly normal eye, or what was close to a perfectly normal eye. Rarity stretched her neck, which was held back by a metal turtleneck cuff connected to five chains, and reached for a beautiful antique set of flower and jewel-engraved scissors which was next to a full set of matching “tools” for designing dresses and such. A mannequin was nearby, along with an entire closet of some of the most gorgeous dresses in all Equestria. A bead of cold sweat passed dried drops of blood on the dusty white mare’s cheek. The instant it touched the floor she relaxed, the shackles causing her to rebound a few feet away. “Oh, so close, never there.” She muttered to herself, sighing like the old Rarity would. “Would you like me to help you with ANYTHING, as a GREAT friend of yours would do!?” Twilight said to the locked up friend of hers who was now struggling to get a hairbrush on a dresser. The purple one cast a simple levitation spell on the hairbrush, but it refused to move. “Sweetie, wouldn’t you know that they would absolutely torture me here in this…” Rarity surveyed her homely surroundings. “Homely DUNGEON?” “Hey, I can just walk over there and get it for you if you like as a GOOD friend would do!” Twilight piped up, her ear flicking and her right eyelid shivering. She calmly walked past her frizzy-haired friend who was now watching her anxiously, her beady eyes burning through the back of the purple one’s skull. Bella, who had been standing to the side the entire time, gulped and pressed herself against the door, trying to stay as far away as she possibly could from the sadistic almost-albino pony. The instant Twilight laid a hoof on the hairbrush, and electric shock surged through her skeletal structure and she collapsed on the ground. Rarity sighed. “Oh yes, I merely forgot to tell you…these beauty products with GREATLY HARM anypony who isn’t the one desiring them who touches them. I apologize for the inconvenience, but you still have to retrieve my new brush, darling.” The electrocuted pony pushed the perfect hairbrush towards her friend, which had landed on her head in the commotion. “MINE! It’s all MINE!” Rarity yelled, grabbing her lovely new brush and stroking her mane gently with it. The moment it collided with her hair, her entire mane became tangle-free and smooth, the frizz and out of place hairs now gone. Five of the chains shrank back into the wall, disconnecting themselves from their prisoner. She them smoothed out what little coat was left bare of metal restraints, smoothing out her coat but not removing the scum. She then flicked her tail onto her back, brushing that out too, and tossing the seemingly indestructible brush back in front of her, which was still within her reach. Rarity then nodded daintily at the table. “Could you get the rest of them for me, dearie?” Twilight groaned and shuffled her way over to the marble table, delicately carved so that the legs were Greek columns and the tops had a light design of two lions roaring at each other, paws up and swiping, surrounding the letter ‘R’, which she already knew stood for ‘Rarity’. As the sizzling unicorn tilted the table over, the ultimate pain reached her skull. As her skeleton flashed in the room as if she was in a cartoon, Rarity hovered over the variety of items that lay before her. “Diamonds…jewels…shampoo…” She muttered as she looked over everything. “YES! I’ve got them!” As Rarity popped the rusty copper cap off of her dainty little horn, she moaned in despair and flicked the cap away from her. Using her magic, which she hadn’t used for ages since the accidental murder scene, she yanked each chain from the walls, one at a time. Clangs of the chains bounced around the room, and the white unicorn stylized herself, shaking off the metal “armor” that kept her from reaching her heart’s desire. A small case that resembled a miniature version of the carving on the table had appeared in front of Rarity, which she opened in a hurry as she began to work on Twilight Sparkle’s horrid appearance. “Sweetie, please don’t get yourself electrocuted so often, alright? It makes you look absolutely DREADFUL.” She stated to her as she pampered her. After her fellow unicorn looked as pretty as she could make her in a minute’s time, she barged through the door with her shining horn. As fragile as it looked, Rarity’s horn was actually as hard as rock and it smashed directly through the door. The guards that were once outside were nowhere to be seen. But the second that the trio (Yes, Bella made it out safely without getting smashed by Rarity) exited the cell, a siren flared and announced their escape. Quickly, they galloped as fast as they could possibly go, the white unicorn holding her marble case in her tail, the mint blue pegasus fluttering inches from the ground, and the purple unicorn leading them to safety. Once they zipped past the fortunately open front doors, Bella screamed. The trio crashed face-first into one of the asylum’s van, identical to Twi’s asylum van. The blue one looked up at the hidden door, then at the driver’s seat. She smiled hideously. A flame burned behind her eyes. “You guys, get in the back!” She screeched, flinging open the back door. Rarity and her friend looked at Bella like she was crazy but obeyed her. As they shut the door, they felt their driver hit the gas pedal. The unfortunate back seat occupiers were flung against the back, their lives depending on the crazy pony driving them. “Well…this –oof- is the WORST –ugh- driving service I’ve –ouch!- ever experienced!” Rarity stammered in between bumps. Twilight Sparkle sat upside down on her head, her hind legs slumping over her head. Her horn poked through her tale. She sighed. The other unicorn wasn’t as lucky; she was stuck horn-first in the wall. She was also upside down. Bellastage checked her review mirror and chortled. “Having fun, girls?” She hit the wheel in her laughter and sent the vehicle spinning off to the side near a white and blue house. As she skidded to a stop in front of the house, the details became clear. There was a black and a white column near the front door, with a blue roof and porch. The door had an intricate imprint of a pair of Comedy & Tragedy masks, obviously stating that this was the blue pony’s house. Bella tripped over her “Welcome” mat, suddenly remembering something. She lifted the mat, revealing a large butcher knife. The other mares shuddered as she used the knife to slice the lock open. After carefully positioning the knife back under the “Welcome” mat, she kicked open the door. Unlike the outside of the house, every single bit of the furniture was black and white. The walls were white and the floor and ceiling were black, the armchairs were half white and half black, even the food in her refrigerator was colored black and white. As Rarity ambled over to the kitchen, claiming that the food served at the asylum was meant for prisoners and RATS, which left the others alone. When Twilight switched on the TV, she saw a blonde news reporter with a familiar building in the background surrounded by police cars. “Earlier today,” the reporter began, “Three young ponies had escaped. No one knows where they went or how they got out, but they have not been found yet. Police are on the lookout, so be warned. Keep your loved ones hidden and your doors locked. Goodnight, Equestria. Sleep safe.” The television switched off on its own. With a flabbergasted look on their faces, the two viewers stared at one another. Finally, Twi spoke up.

“That’s the asylum. They’re looking for us.”

PART 1 FINISHED