Quincy

The fog was gone, only to be replaced by rain.

I didn't even bother to put on another bandage. I did not have time for that.

I need to go to the carnival. I need to see what's behind that door.

And right now, I stood in front of it.

I slid the key into the lock, and turned. It unlocked instantly. I then pushed the door open, and went inside.

The floor was made up of fence wiring. But there was nothing underneath the wiring. Just an endless abyss. I looked around and saw that more metal walls. Each wall had two hooks, which had chains around them. The chains held up the wired floor.

I looked at the middle of this boxed-in area and saw a surgical table. On it, was my brother, who was strapped onto it.

Then I saw the clown, who towered over him.

“QUINCY! H-HELP ME! S-SAVE ME!” Ark screamed with tears in his eyes.

“G-GET AWAY FROM HIM!” I yelled as I sprinted towards the table.

The clown bent over and started to devour Ark's neck.

“N-NOOO!” I shoved the clown off of my brother. I looked down and started crying. He was turning. Turning into one of those tumour monsters. Like the one at the town hall. Or Hayside Hotel.

“N-No...” I gagged on my own tears. My legs were shaking. To the point where I had to sit down.

I looked down at the wired ground, into the pitch black darkness.

“W-why?” I muttered. “W-why couldn't I s-save you?”

My mane and tail were soaked from the water, which came from the rain. Water that wiped away my tears.

“You saved me. So why couldn't I save you? I tried so hard.” I sighed. “You protected me from that monster. But I couldn't have asked you to stop smoking... I couldn't have stopped your cancer.”

I heard the clown giggle from behind me.

I turned around, and saw that he was crawling towards me. “Why am I even scared of you anymore? Why? I'm not a little colt anymore.” I sighed. “I think I know why. It's because of how weak I am. I followed you into that bathroom, like an idiot... Only so that my brother would die because of it.”

I stood up on all four hooves and turned to the clown.

“I will not run this time. Not anymore. I'm tired of being a stuttering coward.” I levitated out my knife.

The clown leapt at me.

I jumped to the side. It missed and hit its head into the ground. When it was vulnerable, I jumped on it's back and began rapidly stab into its back.

It screeched and jumped up. I flew off and hit one of the walls.

I saw it crawl to me. Showing it's sharp teeth.

It was about to get me.

It opened its mouth.

And I levitated up my knife, and shoved it into its mouth, right into the brain.

It instantly fell to the ground.

I breathed heavily. Then everything shook. I looked at the chains. They were about to snap.

Then...

The floor, along with me, fell into the darkness.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital lobby, sitting in a chair.

I got up, and began to walk through the hallway. Everything was clean. There were lights. I didn't have those cuts on my hooves anymore, and I was wearing a clean shirt.

Everything was fresh, yet I felt grief.

Then I began to remember something.

The voices of the past echoed into my ears.

A door opens. “H-hey A-Ark. I b-brought you some l-liquorice.”

A sigh.

“I k-know you l-love this s-stuff, so...”

“I'm not in the mood for liquorice right now, Quincy.”

“O-oh...”

“Candy is not something that'll fix this.”

“I-I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry. That's all you ever say. I'm sorry that you got cancer, Ark. I'm sorry that I brought you candy. I'm sorry that I can't help you even though I'm a fucking doctor, Ark.”

“...”

“What's next? Sorry that I slept with your wife?”

“W-what? I-I would n-never do that, A-Ark.”

“Yeah, sure. Like how that clown would never molest you.”

“I th-think... I th-think I'm going t-to go.”

“I won't stop you.”

“O-okay...”

The sound of a door closing could be heard.

“Wait... Quincy?”

Silence.

“Quincy, I'm sorry!”

Silence.

“I'm just... I j-just don't w-want to die...”

Ark started crying.

“I'm n-not going t-to even see my f-first born kid. W-why did th-this have to happen?”

Only Ark's crying could be heard. “P-please Quincy... Come b-back.”

I was now in front of his room. I opened the door and walked inside.

I saw him in a hospital bed, hooked up to all kinds of machines.

He turned and looked at me. “Q-Quincy...”