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This ‘special’ place was fucking stupid.

The tiny cell was barely illuminated by a single white light built into the ceiling. It showed its age by crackling and dimming every once in a while. Cheap ass cell. Of course the princesses would have shot down the proposal to renovate this part of the jail. This solitary cell was in pathetic shape.

Guard Blaze sat up against the concrete wall, staring at the flickering light above them. It was better than looking at his brother Drift, who was… struggling… to keep it together. Drift laid against the opposing wall, grunting occasionally as he breathed through the pain. He'd passed out not long after they'd been put in here. Blaze tried his best to focus on the cheap light to keep his mind off of his slowly dying brother.

He knew Drift would likely die soon. The humans hadn’t tended to his wounds at all since Nurse Snow hastily threw gauze over the wound. They instead ripped them from her and tossed them in this cell to die slowly.

Another minute of listening to his brother’s breathing caused him to finally lose his mind. He first stood up and bucked the solid wall behind him, to which nothing happened. He shook his head spastically before rushing to the metal door. A small glass window stood at eye level, above a slot designed to slip food through. There was also a metal handle, which he grabbed and pulled on for dear life.

This didn’t work, as they’d locked the cell. He saw them do it too, but his insanity was taking him over now. He eagerly tugged at the handle, the sound of the metal locks on the door echoing throughout the room as he failed to open it. Instead of giving up, Blaze let go of the handle and swung around.

BUCK!!!

The metal clanged from his powerful hind legs hitting the door. He’d struck it so hard that the sound caused his ears to start ringing. Despite this, he bucked the door three more times, unsuccessfully. He then collapsed to the ground, struggling to come to grips with himself. He writhed around, using his hooves to cover his ears so he didn’t have to listen to his brother anymore.

After writhing around and fighting with his thoughts for a minute, he heard something other than his brother’s muffled breaths through his closed ears. He slowly uncovered them to make sure he heard right.

Knock Knock Knock!

He froze, unsure if he was actually hearing someone knock on the door of the cell or not. Who was kno-

“Yooooo! Turn around, bro!”

Blaze heard the muffled sound of a boy’s voice on the other side. He was unsure if they’d come back to finish them off or what, so he turned around to see-

…

D’mitry?

…

…in the window. Blaze looked on in bewilderment as D’mitry stared at him through the little rectangular window. Blaze almost didn’t recognize him at first, since the boy had blood smeared all over his face. For a moment, the boy looked like a fucking serial killer who’d come to murder him. Blaze’s heart sped up as the boy glanced down.

The food flap was then swung up, locking it into place inside the cell. The boy got on his knees to peer through it. With it open, Blaze could hear him better.

“Bro!! You good?!”

Blaze looked on for a second, but he believed he might have actually lost his mind. Maybe this was just some kind of delusion. He averted his eyes from the door, questioning his reality and completely missing the boy’s follow-up calls. It was fake… it had to be. He wondered if all hallucinations were like this or not. Surely so-

Creak

Blaze was startled when the door swung open. He heard keys jingle as D’mitry eased his way inside the tiny cell, only to close the door behind him. He was startled to see the boy DRENCHED in blood, from literal head to toe. Not only that… but the boy had a similarly bloody CHAINSAW held by his side.

Sweet Celestia!!

Blaze staggered back until his rump hit the wall opposite the front of the cell. D’mitry turned to face him as he set what looked like a ring, which held dozens of keys, in his pants pocket.

If this wasn’t a hallucination, this seemed like the last thing somebody would see before getting their head brutally sawed off by a deranged, psychotic serial killer. It didn’t help that the boy smiled, his teeth more vividly white amongst the red tint all over him.

“Haha. Relax, Blaze. I know I look insane.”

Blaze wasn’t ready to respond yet. He had yet to come back to reality. The boy took another few seconds to observe his brother by the wall before returning his gaze to him.

“I can’t believe it. They said y’all were dead! Just wait ‘til they find out you’re still alive and kickin’!”

Blaze took a few deep breaths in a failed attempt to relax.

“W… what?”

“The others. Loooooooooong story, believe me. I’ll tell y’all later with a campfire and marshmallows, but let’s get with the right now. Trixie is on her way. She’s bringing a mob of zombie ponies with her, so y’all miiight wanna sit tight. Ironically enough, I was supposed to sit and wait in the other solitary confinement cell until she was done. Looks like our moms decided to support the sleepover though.”

Blaze blinked slowly, trying to catch his mind up to speed.

“What in Celestia’s beaming castle are you talking about?”

“Bruh I just told you. Damn,” he replied before sighing. “Look… we’re gonna be in here for a while. There’s a lot of zombie ponies comin’, so Trix has her work cut out for her.”

“What is Trixie doing leading a MOB in here?”

“She’s lockin’ ‘em up in the cells.”

“How in TARTARUS is she gonna manage all of that without getting bitten?!”

“Forcefield spell.”

“Huh??”

“Oh yeah, hehe, slight oversight. Trixie’s still got her magic.”

“She does?!”

“Hells yeah! I picked her up at the gate rambo style and realized she’s still got it in her.”

Blaze shook his head, attempting to work together D’mitry’s strange ass way of explaining things. The boy elaborated a bit more for the next minute until they heard hoofsteps clicking down the hallway. D’mitry claimed it was Trixie and shouted through the slot, making sure she knew that he’d moved to a different cell.

It only took her another few seconds to reach the door, peering through the window at them. That’s when Blaze noticed she was almost as bloody as D’mitry was. Her eyes widened as she stared back inside.

“Looky who I found!” D’mitry called, leaning down to speak through the slot.

“Sweet Celestia,” Trixie replied, leaning down as well.

“So yeah, I’mma stick with them in this cell. Sound good to you?”

Trixie took a second to observe the outside of the door before looking back through the slot. “Sure, that’ll work. You got the keys already?”

“I do.”

“Okay. Hand them over,” she said, raising her hoof by the slot.

D’mitry pulled out the key ring, but didn’t pass them through yet.

“Hang on, Trix. I think you might wanna grab ‘em by the mouth.”

Trixie set her hoof down and looked through the slot confusingly.

“What? Why?”

“The shape or whatever. Just a suggestion.”

Trixie squinted her eyes for a second before accepting. She stuck her snout up to the slot, ready to grip the keys with her teeth. It was then that D’mitry leaned his head down toward the slot, only to bash his nose on the slot’s opening, which was still flipped up inside.

“OW!” he cried, pulling his head back and grabbing his nose with his free hand.

Trixie pulled her snout away from the slot and looked back inside. “What the fuck was that? Is the slot too big for your hand? And why are you holding your no…” she started.

There was a brief pause as she looked at the boy.

“Errgggh, nevermind. Here,” he said, sticking his hand through the slot, still holding his nose. Blaze noticed Trixie take the keys with her hoof, but she stood there for another few seconds, observing the boy as he pulled his hand back inside.

“Go on!” he called, shifting to hide his face.

Trixie slowly made her way out of view. Blaze heard her hoofsteps start to fade away before pausing. Then they came back.

“Yeah, bonehead,” D’mitry called, still rubbing his nose, “You forgot to lock-”

Creak

The door opened, almost colliding with him. Trixie eased her way inside, meeting eyes with a confused Blaze. She held this for just a second before turning her attention back to D’mitry, who was still rubbing his nose. She then raised her free hoof and used it to push his hand away… before quickly setting her lips on his.

What the fuck?

This was one of the last things Blaze had expected to see. She really laid into the boy, shoving him against the wall as they made out. Not only was Blaze overwhelmed by everything going on already, but adding this on top of it all?

He had no reaction. He didn’t know what reaction to have.

After a few seconds, she pulled away from him. The two stared deeply into each other’s eyes for a moment before she turned back, avoiding eye contact with Blaze as she shut and locked the door behind her. No words were spoken about whatever that was… the boy just sat quietly against the wall, gently touching a finger to his nose as he stared at the floor. He seemed just as surprised as him.

Blaze gave him a minute to recuperate, as he needed to as well. As they did, he heard Drift’s uncomfortable breathing again. This time, D’mitry noticed it too. The boy looked up at him.

“What’s his problem?”

“He was shot… he’s…” Blaze started. He took a second to hold back tears. Guards weren’t supposed to cry. Especially not in front of the human.

“He’s what? Bleeding?”

“No… he’s… he’s dying.”

“Why?”

Blaze sighed annoyingly. “I don’t know. I’m not a damn doctor. He’s probably lost too much blood.”

The room was quiet for a moment until the boy flung off his backpack and started digging in it. What was he digging for? Blaze wasn’t sure. It seemed that the boy wasn’t sure either, until he pulled out a first-aid kit.

“Haha, score!” he called, “Let’s patch this sucker up.”

Blaze looked on in bewilderment. Maybe…

Maybe this psycho could help save his one and only brother.