Metro: Canterlot Line

Sprocket was a long way behind the bandits and he began to tire of wandering down a seemingly endless tunnel with nothing to show for it, he clutched his rifle as the feeling of being watched lingered in his mind. It was practically mocking him, something was watching him and he could do nothing about it and he didn’t even know who (or what) it was. The charred walls of the tunnel seemed identical, the floor gave no clues as to where he was and the roof was nowhere to be seen as well as this he had no idea if there were any turns that the bandits may have taken to get to the Lower Estate. He thought over his situation Vinyl had been kidnapped and he was in a dark and gloomy ‘haunted’ tunnel with only the crying pony in front of him, where did he go from here?

Hold on... crying pony?

Sprocket couldn’t believe his eyes, a blue crying pony was ahead of him what was this trickery? One moment he could see barely a few meters in front of him and now he could see a crying pony at the end of the tunnel. He looked around for an explanation but there was nothing but the train behind him.

His mind went back again, a train?

He squinted and sure enough behind him was a large train coming towards him at an alarming speed with a bright light on the front of it. He glanced at the crying pony and running over to her attempted to push her out of the way of the train but as soon as his hooves made contact with her she disappeared leaving only the train moving towards him. Sprocket closed his eyes, ready to accept death at the hands of this train.

Nothing happened, opening his eyes and looking around the darkness he found himself stood a few meters away from where he started. This tunnel... it was playing tricks on him as if he was nothing more than a pawn in a sick and twisted game of chess, deciding to advance regardless Sprocket began back on his journey down the tunnel accompanied by the thoughts that something else like that was going to happen soon.

After a solid 5 minutes of wandering down the tunnel nothing obvious had happened, there had been the odd sound of rodents scurrying along the metro floor but nothing major aside from that. He looked behind him again in paranoia of the tunnel and sure enough there was... something, he couldn’t describe it very well besides it was a circular yellow light that was extremely dim.

The dimness of the light was almost haunting not illuminating anything around it but standing out like a sore hoof. Sprocket hesitantly aimed his rifle at it for whatever reason and focussed on it for a moment... was it getting closer? No it couldn’t be... passing this off as a misjudgement Sprocket began to trot down the tunnel some more beginning to formulate a rescue plan for Vinyl. He was half way through doing so when he decided to look back again.

There it was still, the light... this was odd the light seemed closer. He focussed greatly this time on the eerie yellow light... could it be getting closer?

The light was... it was getting closer, Sprocket stood still as it approached and more details became obvious. The yellow was complimented with a dark orange border and a few red lines coming from the border.

It came closer still, revealing a few more details there was a sign of movement as the red lines disappeared revealing something behind them.

Sprocket stepped back, horrified. This wasn’t a light at all.

It was an eye.

“Remain calm” Thought Sprocket, pulling his rifle out as he placed his hoof on the wall searching for a door to get through “This is just another tunnel trick... it’s not real...” his frantic searching gave a result and he kicked open the door and quickly ran inside as the light began to speed towards him. Taking a turn at the door and running through the small service tunnel he came to a broken catwalk suspended above a large pool of irradiated water. The jump to the other side seemed nearly impossible but with precision and enough speed it could be pulled off. Behind him the light had smashed through the wall, it was no light but nothing more than a worm like mutant. A horrific looking mutant to. It sped towards him. Turning to back to the jump Sprocket broke into full sprint and pushed off the catwalk with all his might forcing it to collapse into the irradiated water below, it was all or nothing.

The mutant continued to give chase to Sprocket as he landed on the other side of the catwalk and resumed his fleeing, the hall ahead was covered in bullet holes which he noted as he ran past them. Ahead was the rotting corpse of a pony wearing similar attire to that of the station guards and Sprocket began to conjure grave ideas of what the bandits had done to the Lower Estate. The mutant continued to give chase smashing the walls behind him and joining the hallway into the metro tunnel as it did so. It was a horrific sight to behold, such destruction and power in an irrational being would scare anypony. Ahead Sprocket could see more ghosts and turned back to the mutant to see that it’s eye was now glowing, so this monster was responsible for the appearance of all the ghosts in this tunnel by using its eye like a unicorn’s horn to create illusions. The metro tunnel rushed past Sprocket as he sped up his running when a surge of adrenaline shot through him cocking his rifle he decided to end this chase once and for all. He jumped and spun around to look behind him and aim at the eye, as he flew backwards through the air he knew this one shot would decide his fate. Taking aim directly at the centre of the mutants eye he prepared to fire, the entire room slowed down as he took aim and the sound of his parent’s voices echoed through his head. Memories of his past also made their way into his head. And with that he slowly, very slowly, applied pressure to the trigger and fired the bullet which would decide his fate.