The Stallion, The Room, and The Arm

by TearingNose24

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Original Character, Mystery, Profanity, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 1163

A short story set in my own version of Equestria. Just thought of this as a little introduction to a tiny snippet of the world in a fanfic im working on while listening to creepypasta.

A short one shot story of hopelessness and insanity. A stallion awakes in an empty room but has no clue how he came to be there or why he is there. What will become of him in the time he is trapped there?

Published 2018-08-22 01:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-08-22 01:20:01 UTC

Chapter 2 - Test 9

I don’t remember when I fell asleep earlier. But when I awoke, I was not greeted with the familiar sight of the dim white room that I fell asleep in. I tried to lift my legs but found them bound to the floor with metal Latches. With further examination I found that I wasn’t on the floor like i'd thought before, but on a table in the middle of a room. I began to cry again.

Thanks to my quiet sobbing I was able to hear the gentle sounds of metal sliding against metal. Opening my now bloodshot eyes towards the sound, my eyes came to meet a strange figure. It was tall oh so very tall, with small beady brown eyes staring straight at me, it’s lengthy arms at its sides, and its long back legs stood upright.

I cried out to it, screamed for it to let me go but it just stood there staring at me, then more of the came…

They slowly came down from a new circular hole in the ceiling. There were 4 of them connected to a ring of flashing lights. Attached to one was a needle but then I saw the others. Saws, scalpels, and metal clap. This time I couldn’t hold back the almost animalistic scream of terror that came from my throat. The ring of arms began to rotate until the arm with the saw was facing me. It started to spin and the arm began to lower the saw blade to my forehead. I turned my head away from the saw but part of the table itself unfolded and held my head in a forward position. The saw blade came closer as my forehead was held in place. The pain was like nothing i'd ever felt as it slowly, agonizingly cut my horn off at the base. After what felt like hours of horrible pain in my forehead the arm lifted and the ring began to spin again until the arm with the needle came to face me. The needle was inserted into my spine. I didn’t feel it due to my body being focused on the pain in my forehead. As the needle dislodged itself from by back and folded back up once more. I heard a deep unnatural voice speak in a language I could not understand.

Nano-mites Administered. Begin Mental Reprogramming Test 9.

Then it began to feel as if my whole body was being burned in a sea of fire. I screamed again as the pain got worse in my head and I began to foam at the mouth. The edges of my vision begin to darken as I begin to blackout. I welcomed the darkness of unconsciousness with open hooves.

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“Subject 9 Has Expired, Cause Of Death: Cardiac Arrest; Test Failed.”

“Not again, i’ll have to figure a way around that with the next test.”

“Burn the subjects body in the incinerator and eject anything that remains out the organic waist airlock. Remain on standby for next subject.”

“Standby Activated.”

Author's Note

I just wanted to type something for once and get something out into this website. I hope this read was interesting and if there is enough response i'll finish it and continue working on the main story within this universe. I hope my content is well received. Id like to hear some thoughts on this little story as well.

Chapter 1 - Lost

I sat up on my whooves as i heard the familiar sound of the wearing machines behind the white walls, but one in particular stood out. A large metal arm unfolded itself from the wall and was holding a plate of what id been fed for the last 12 days since waking up here in this dimly lit room. No Windows, no doors, nothing. Just the “feeding arm” as i have come to call it and me.

I stepped over to the end of the arm and stuck my red muzzle into the grey pasty substance on the plate not even bothering to chew anymore. I’ve learned to cherish every moment I was given to eat the grey slop, even if it tasted like shit.

I’ve tried to escape before by using my magic to rip the arm from its place in the wall on my second day. When doing so, part of the wall behind me opened with the hissing of pressurized air. when I walked into the now opened room I found myself inside an exact replica of the one I came from, same blank white walls, same dim strange lights, and same metal arm attached to the wall to my left. The open doorway in the suddenly closed behind me with another hiss of air. I screamed and banged on the now vacant wall where the opening used to be with no results. The next day came and the arm never moved and I never ate that day.

Now I just sit until I hear the noises again to feed me my slop and go to sleep. I don’t know where I am, what this place is, nor how I came to be here. I can feel myself losing my sanity in here, nothing but walls, walls, walls, and that dawmed arm.

There's another thing I started to notice only after my fifth day in here, I couldn’t hear anything but the machines when they fed me. I couldn’t even hear my own voice when I spoke, I yelled and screamed until my throat was sore yet I could hear nothing, not even the impact of my whooves on the walls or floor.

The silence is slowly driving me mad. I can feel my sanity breaking just a little each day but I fear it will not be too long until I lose it completely.

I awoke to another day in the same room as always but later when I heard the sounds of the arm again but this time it didn’t hold food. Instead at the end of it were three flat claws which were being held out to me like it wanted me to come closer. I slowly walked towards it and held my hoof out to it instinctively, my eyes shining with hope that somehow this meant I was getting out of here. I never should have.

All at once the arm’s claws closed around my hoof and held tightly. With a yelp I tried with all my strength to pull away but the arm held strong. Two more arms with came from the roof and held me down to the floor firmly. I didn’t struggle that time, what was the point, begging to be let go when there was no one there to hear.

I was at their mercy, whoever they were they didn’t care about me. So I just laid there, held down to the floor and sobbed, sobbed until my eyes were dry.