To Feel Again

Crazybloom opened her eyes to find herself in a type of living room. She was lying on one of the couches, which were all covered in cloth. From the looks of the room, it was enveloped in fog. Crazybloom looked around to see if any of her friends were with her. She saw that, on one of the couches, there was a pony-like figure wrapped in cloth, sitting on one of the couches.

“Blood Seed?” she approached the figure. “It’s me, Crazybloom”

The figure didn’t respond or move.

“Blood Seed, come on” she tugged on the cloth, and with one swift move, she unwrapped it. What she saw made her scream.

There, on the figure, was the doll of the colt they saw Brazy attack the night she turned off her sanity. It was now dressed in a suit. Eyes were replaced with buttons that were sewn in. The mouth was carved into a smile.

Blood Seed woke up on the floor behind one of the couches by Crazybloom’s screaming. She hurried over to her cousin, who was already beginning to vomit.

“Whoa! Crazy, are you alright?” she then noticed the doll.

“Alright?! There’s a dead colt’s body on a couch as though he’s a display! Bless his heart, would I be okay?!”

“Good point”

“Good point?! We’re trapped in a scary mansion built by our now-insane alien, there’s a doll here, we have to defeat each other in Single Combat, and all you can say is GOOD POINT?!”

Blood Seed looked down. “Sorry”

Crazybloom rolled her eyes and got off the couch. “Poor thing, I can only imagine what it was like for his life to be ended by the Huntress”

“I can’t get it through the fact that Brazy is now something whose desire is to rid the world of killers”

Crazybloom nodded. “The sooner we turn her sanity back on, the better it is”

“Don’t you think it will hurt her once she realizes it?”

“Yeah, but we have to be there for her when it happens”

“Is there even any hope at all for Brazy?”

“Her nickname means Hope; it would be ironic if there wasn’t any left in her. Now, come on! We’ve wasted enough time chatting here. We have to find the others”

Blood Seed nodded, but then she noticed something on one of the covered desks nearby. “Hang on, what’s that?”

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Suicidaloo woke up in what looked like a kitchen. Her head was hurting from the teleportation impact used on her.

Brazy, atleast go easy on teleportation.

The filly got on her hooves to see her surroundings. The kitchen was dark like the other rooms. The floor creaked beneath her. There was a stove and cabinets. On the desks nearby, she saw small jars. Curiosity got the best of her and went in to investigate. She took a closer look at the bottle and held back the urge to puke. Inside the bottles were different organs. Each bottle seemed to have a name on its label. From the looks of it, they were from the Victims of Brazy and her Agony Blade.

Suicidaloo snapped out of it when she heard a scream nearby. She knew it anywhere, it was Nuttie Belle’s!

“Hang on, Nuttie! I’m coming!” she called out as she ran out of the kitchen. She ran in the Main Hall where they were a while ago, and the chandelier above crashed infront of her. She was able to avoid getting hit and she noticed that it was made of bones and teeth. She shuddered from fear but shook it off and ran to find Nuttie.

She finally found her in what looked like a dining room. The poor filly looked like she was hyperventilating from fear. Her eyes were wide and unblinking. And her forelegs were on her head, as though she was trying to cover out noise. She was staring at some grandfather clock.

“Nuttie, calm down! It’s me!” Suicidaloo tried to get her attention.

The filly didn’t pay attention as she kept screaming in fear. The Pegasus had to come near her to try to snap her out of it.

“Nuttie, it’s Suicidaloo!”

“Suicidaloo, you gotta run!” she screamed.

“Calm down! Brazy’s not here!”

“I’m not talking about Brazy! I’m talking about him!” she screamed again.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked.

Right then, she heard a groan behind them. Suicidaloo turned around to see a certain colt behind them. One they thought they would never see again.

“ORION?!” Suicidaloo cried.

It surely looked like Orion; it had the same coat color and mane. He was a Pegasus. His mane was covering his face. What scared Suicidaloo other than that was the fact that he had stab markings on his chest. There were muscle tissues sticking out where the wings should be. There was a wound in his throat that suggested he had his throat slit. When he looked up, it was revealed that his eyes were pulled out. A dark aura seemed to surround him.

“Don’t look into his eye sacks, Suici!” Nuttie warned. “You can’t make eye contact with him!”

Suicidaloo was confused, but she closed her eyes tightly nodded. “Got it!” she turned around, but when she opened them again, Orion was there, infront of her. The shock and look in his empty eye sacks scared her enough to fall to the floor. Orion grinned sadistically, and he pulled out a small bowie knife.

“I wonder” he said, his voice raspy. “Who should die first? Suicidaloo…or Nuttie Belle?”

“Orion, don’t!” Nuttie Belle begged in fear.

“Nuttie Belle it is” he grinned as he appeared behind her.

“No, Orion!” Suicidaloo cried.

The colt then turned to his girlfriend instead. “Then, it’s you, Suicidaloo”

Suicidaloo cowered in fear. This was her dead coltfriend, and he was about to kill her. She closed her eyes for her fate but before he could’ve stabbed her, he disappeared.

Nuttie Belle then took deep breaths to calm herself as Suicidaloo went and tried to get her to calm down. As soon as Nuttie Belle’s breathing went back to normal, they looked behind then to see another young figure.

This one was a filly, and she seemed to be just fine as there were no parts on her that seemed injured. She looked like a Pegasus considering her small wings. She had an orange coat and flat pink mane and tail. Her eyes were a delicate icy blue. It’s unlucky that she didn’t have a cutie mark.

“Thank goodness I got him just in time” she wiped a sweat drop from her head.

“Oh, hello. You’re the one who saved us?” Suicidaloo asked.

The filly nodded. “Call me Dreamer”

“Thank you, Dreamer” Nuttie thanked the filly.

“Did you get sent here too? I thought our friend only sent us” Suicidaloo asked.

“I died a long time ago at Brazy’s paws”

That was enough to make Suicidaloo cringe.

“From the looks of you, I’d say you’re alive. I guess she found a new way to torture her Victims, scaring then as she traps us in this prison”

“What do you mean?”

“The moment I was killed, I found myself trapped in a dark room. I found that she began to torture my soul with my worst fears as she created my own personal hell. I was eventually let out like the others, but I’m trapped in this place with the other ghosts”

“Ghosts?!” the fillies cried in unison.

“Ghosts of her most well-known Victims. About three are here, excluding me. I found a way to get out of her control and be able to think freely again. At this point, if I can, I try and stop her Pawns from hurting those who got dragged in here”

“Control?”

“Pawns?”

“She casted a spell on the three that help with her bidding. They go around with bowie knives similar to her own. They’re called Pawns in that way because, like the pawn, they do her bidding. Whether you were their friend or not, they don’t care anymore”

“Do you know where our friends are then?” Nuttie needed hope.

Dreamer shook her head. “I sensed three other alive souls in this place, nothing else”

“That’s them. How do we get back to the real world?” Suicidaloo asked.

“Try to stop the Pawns, and obtain a lament from Brazy”

“Make her lament? How are we gonna do that? She turned off her sanity; she can barely feel remorse anymore” Nuttie Belle spoke.

“Despite her insanity nowadays, even the angriest creature has a soft spot. You just need to find it”

Both fillies knew what that meant. Or, rather, who. But that was practically impossible. Whatever they had to remind her of Fluttershy was nowhere here.

“I wonder at times…” Dreamer turned about face.

“Wait!” but before anything, Dreamer had vanished, leaving a small compass in her place.

Nuttie Belle went in and took the compass from the floor. She opened it to see the design. It had a sapphire in its centerpiece. The meters on it were shaped like doll arms. The North, West, East, and South signs on it looked like they were scribbled by a crayon.

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Blood Seed read the paper they found aloud as Crazybloom looked around nervously.

“Things have been terrible for me since I found the truth behind my Mistress’s death. I was crushed to hear I Turned for nothing. When I turned off my sanity, the pain went away. Little Voice tells me one thing: Avenge your Mistress, free them all. I could see her in the mirror and she would look like me, but her voice is a little raspy. I’ll admit: I tend to feel for my targets. But it’s their fault. If they didn’t go here like us, they would be breathing air. As for me, the trio I used the night I made my Agony Blade? I put them to good use: patrolling this place I call Insanity Mansion. It has pieces of info I wouldn’t even dare touch lest I cry from reminder. Nonetheless, I do as I am told. Stop the Apprentices one by one, every night” Blood Seed read it all and was astonished. “She can still feel, she’s only denying it. We better keep any eye for of those three victims”

“Blood Seed?” Crazybloom shook her cousin.

“Don’t worry, Crazybloom. I’ll be sure to protect you” Blood Seed faced her cousin. “We have to find something here to get Brazy to calm down”

“Blood Seed!”

Her cousin ignored her. “We have to find the others, stopping Brazy comes after that”

“Blood Seed!”

“Yes, Crazybloom?”

“I…really…need to go use the bathroom!” Crazybloom shuffled her hooves together to avoid wetting the floor.

“Oh” Blood Seed was dumbfounded.

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Strike woke up in what seemed to be a library. It was very old and dusty. He looked around for a source of light, but even the candle on the desk was spent out. He managed to find a door, but something caught his eye on one of the tables.

The piece of paper only had a few words on it, but a last word was torn out.

“Stop the Pawns, stop Brazy, don’t trust…”