Champagne

by Boeing-787

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mystery, Horror, Dark, Death, Narcotics
Length: 1145

Based off of The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe

Inspired by The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe.

Follow the hoof steps of a killer when it doesn't like somepony.

All Right for The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe belong to him and the copyright groups.

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Published 2019-11-27 03:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-11-27 03:00:01 UTC

Champagne

That was the day so many years ago I got things right with my long time brother, Gondola Sticker, over the ways he hurted me.He pushed me to the breaking point many times to many with his stickler ways that I can’t fathom in any way or form. But he has done his devilish way with that ice cream cone of his that I’ve become resistant to its ways but only his wind can nock be down from my hooves and if that isn’t hurting enough, his companions fuel my lava with blistering heat.

But that was going to end that today as his party rumbled on through that night with his fluffy pink mare of his that won’t let him be. He would drink, and drink, and drink to the point that the princess will have to apply the anti intoxication spell so he can drink even more and his ways will push me through a rose bush without second thought.

But on that specific night, I approached Gondola and said “Hey big brother! Whatcha up too?”

To which he replied “Just *hick* boozeling around with *hick* every *hick* up.”

“Well good to hear, I heard that there is a new case of bottles full of-.”

“I want to be *hick* the first hoof to get my mouth on them tonight. There is *hick* no way those bottle can be real un *hick* less I see them *hick* with my *hick* naked eye.”

Of course I knew there wasn’t anything down there except a empty space of air surrounded by class and closed with a door of cork.

“So where is this bottle of-!?”

It is in the crystal basement of the the big thing in the air.” I said without much care because I don’t bother to fully explain anything to drunk people, they’ll just roam into the jungle or a sewage ditch if I do.

“Where is this place my *hick hick* you speak of?” Gondola asked as he started to turn left towards a table and hit it with a “oof.”

“Follow me my dear brother and you will see yourself.” I said as I turned around and started to walk with a tumbling Gondola behind me, bumping into everything. Everything wa sgoing great until a road block came from way east.

“Hey Gony! Where are you heading?!” His marefriend said in a jolly voice.

“We’re heading off to a welding shop to ask a question.”

“Alright!” Gondalo drunkenly agreed to.

“Okay! See you two later!” She said as she hopped away.

“Sure, we will. Let’s go.”

“Okaaaaeeeeayyyy.” Gondalo replied to me.

We headed off in to the forest with me leading the way and Gondalo trailing my flank, commenting on my how he loves to make out with birds.

‘Sure, you will make out as much as you want.’ I thought to myself as we trek through to forest.

“Say, did you say our building was in the town?” Gondalo said slightly sobered up.

“No, I nerves said that, here drink this real quick, it will make your tasting skills more sensitive.” Before I finished my sentence, he already drank the bottle and right as he finished the bottle, we made it to our place that he will live in.

“Okay, were hear Gondola and this is where your taste buds will soothe your brain and soul.” I said as we stood in front of the building in front of us.

“Well what a load of bullshit that is in front of us. I wonder what it taste like.” Gondalo said, now drunker than ever, as he started to bite on the walls of oak.

“They’ll be full of spirit and bone of yours.”

“Spirit! Where?!”

“Through this door and down the hatch now let’s go.” I say as we passed through the door with a sign saying “Di Ce o Do”

Gondalo, rather than go through the door, went through the wall.

“Yes, it does *hich* taste like oak.” He said drunkenly.

“Follow me me dear, you don’t have to much time before the thiefs will steal the life out of these bottles of yours.”

“Sure thing *cough cough cough* herman *cough cough*, ugh.”

“Going spanish on me dear?” I said imitating his marefriend.

“No I’m *cough cough cough cough cough cough cough* Why is there so much dust in here?”

“This hasn’t been used for some time dear one.” I said as we went down the stairs, there is not turning back as a shut the door behind us.

“It is dark down here.” Gondalo complained with a temper.

“Hang on! I’ll get the carbon dioxide in here.” As I lit a tour here than was brighter than his future.

We continued to trek down the winding walls and corridors with silence before asking “So what do you think about your drinks?”

“With all of this dust, it’ll be a life savor.”

“Sure it will.” I say. “Do you want to get away rom your life and into your dream world.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “I will love to get into kilroy land!” That is is name for his mindset when he is drunk, like right now.

As we do tied down the musky and wet catacombs, I wondered if he is acting or really drunk so, being the good sibling I am, I asked.

“What is 3 to the power of 3?” He is a math nerd.

“Huh 29.”

“Wrong, is is 9.”

“Man, so class.” Yup, he was drunk.

“We made it to the room, now sit tight as a get a bottle.”

Crash!

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh! What happened.”

“Oh nothing dear brother, that is the sound of smoothness your head and now dealing with.” I said in a calm voice, wiping my gloves on my tan jacket.

“Ahhhhh, no nice.” Before relaxing onto the broken and wet floor with a hole in the roof.

“Sleep tight.” I said as a placed the torch onto the ground right next to Gondola at a dry spot on the floor and pulled a a door with my hoof and shut the door.

“Doing okay in their?” I asked Gondola.

“Yeah I am doing just *hick* fine. Hey! A shiny thing!”

Bingo.

“Weeeeeeeeeee!” I head him say, I guessed that he was playing with the torch without care probally due to his drunken state of mind.

“Hey, why is the-? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” He yelled out into the room that was now hot and his screams became painful before silencing.

“Sleep tight hermano.” I said to leave him to rest with broken and black prices within him.

“And now, six months later, he lays to rest in his abounded room with a ash torch and a body that can blow in the wind.”

“Interesting, now it is time for Assingmnet 66. Here are the papers.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“My pleasure.”