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"Wake up..." The voice was far away, muffled, and distant. "Wake up..." Magenta eyes fluttered open. She expected to see open skies, or at least the ceiling of Sugarcube Corner like usual. Instead of those things, she saw a bright green ceiling and purple walls. It hurt her eyes.

The pegasus sat up slowly, the after effects of the candy still wearing on her body. She looked around, looking for the source of the voice. The answer was found in the form of a magic orb in the corner of the room.

"Good, you're awake." The voice was definitely female, but it was stern and harsh. Dash didn't quite like that tone, and when she didn't like something, she let it be known.

"Hey! You better tell me where I am, right now!" The mare's hoof came down on the floor with force. "If you don't tell me and let me go, I'll rip this place apart!" The orb just laughed.

"You got some fight in you, good.....you'll need that..." The orb disappeared in a flash of blue light. As soon as Dash was about to yell and threaten, one of the walls split apart, then fell into giant slots in the floor. Expecting to come face to face with the voice itself, Dash took an offensive stance and attempted to spread her wings, only to find that she couldn't. Her neck craned to look at her wings, plastic bindings held them to her body...now she vowed whoever did this was going to pay.

Behind the other wall was not the female she was expecting. Instead, a very familiar looking yellow mare with a fiery mane sat on the other side, her wings in the same plastic bindings. Dash immediately recognized her as the mare from all of her pictures, and from a very special Wonderbolt edition of PlayColt she had hidden away. It was the raging inferno herself, Spitfire.

The immediate thought in the forefront of the speedster's mind was to rush over and ask for an autograph, but something stopped her. Perhaps it was the sorry state the Wonderbolt was in: She looked like she lost a good amount of weight, her plumage was ruffled all to hell, and it looked like her last shower was a couple of days away. She looked terrible.

"Spitfire..?" The Wonderbolt looked up, her eyes were cold and emotionless. "Spitfire...i-is that you?" She knew it was, but she had some doubt when she saw her eyes. RD trotted slowly over to her and sat next to her.

"You're Rainbow Dash..." The star's voice was hoarse and weak. "What....what are you doing here...?" The blue mare sat down next to her idol. She really had nothing to say, she didn't even know what to say. "We're dead....I hope you know that..."

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Rarity cursed at the orb as it disappeared. It was quite unladylike, but these ruffians had ruined her mane and they deserved such words. Her poor mane was out of place, it lost its curls, and worst of all, there was not a hair care product in sight. The diva was extremely mad, but she could still keep a stoic outer appearance. Her annoyance was also due to the fact that she had a magic blocker over her horn. The metal device hindered her ability to fix her mane with magic, which made her temperament that much worse.

The tacky orange and purple wall to her left opened up and disappeared, she loathed the color scheme and thought only a madpony would design something like this. As she sneered at the walls, a voice came from where the wall disappeared.

"Rarity?" She turned her head, Golden eyes met her own. She knew that pony, he was the one Twilight and herself were looking for when those....masked ponies showed up and took them away.

"Thunderlane...." The unicorn practically growled at him. She stood and stalked over to him, his usual mohawk was laying down, his wings were strapped to his body, and he had burn marks over his body. She didn't care for his appearance, he was the one that caused this...predicament. His disappearance caused this. "How dare you...How dare you get kidnapped  and make my mane get ruined!" A pearl white hoof slapped across his stormy gray face.

"Ow!" He rubbed his cheek. What....what was that for?!" He stood up straight and glared at the unicorn. "I was taken from my house a couple of nights ago! Don't blame this on me!" He glared right back at her with equal anger.

"Now, now, calm down you two. We don't want you getting hurt before the games start~!" An orange orb sprang to life in front of them, pulsating with every word said. It floated around them. "I want both of you to kiss and make-up~" The voice was rather high-pitched, but was definitely male. It held a hint of madness. "If you want to survive, you better listen to me~" The two ponies just looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

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C'mon you dumb unicorn! Say something!" The grayish blue pegasus kicked the still pony. Soarin, the wonderbolt, had been woken up in the middle of the night by this pony being placed in his room. She was a lavender colored unicorn, her mane and tail were a darker shade of purple with a streak of pink and dark blue. The pegasus knew her from somewhere, he  had seen her before...but from where.

He kicked her again and looked in her eyes. They just stared straight ahead, not moving, unblinking. Frankly, it was pissing him off, and driving him mad. Sure he had been alone for the past couple of weeks, and just another body in the room was welcome...and perhaps an unmoving mare could be of some use for company....

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Hyperventilating, that's all Fluttershy had been doing for the past few hours. Hyperventilating. She had woken up in this strange multicolored room, most of her body caked in dry blood. Her wings were so dried from the blood that the feathers wouldn't even part, they were of no use. A voice had come on earlier, but she hadn't heard a word it said. She had been too busy hyperventilating.

A loud whirring sound filled the room,it caused the yellow pegasus to jump. The wall she had plastered herself against was opening up, the shy pony ran to the other side of the room in a flash and made herself as small as possible. There was absolutely no place to hide in this barren, color clashing room.

"H-Hello...?" The voice was quiet this time, it sounded a lot like her own, but deeper. She peeked over her own hoof, on the opposite side of the now double sized room was a large blue earth stallion, doing the same thing that she was: Cowering in fear. In complete sync, the two stood up and leaned forward. "A-Are you friendly...?" He had soft blue eyes, they screamed innocence.

"Y-Yes...I-I-I'm Fluttershy."

"I'm...umm....I'm Flowers...but my friends all call me Butch.." Butch gave a slight smile and moved his lightish red mane out of his eyes. "You...You can call me Butch if you like.." Fluttershy smiled back lightly, she noticed the bright red flower on his flank.

"Umm..w-where are we..?" Butch's hazel eyes darkened, he closed the distance between himself and the pegasus quickly, pulling her close. He leaned in, his hot breath on her ear.

"A terrible....terrible place..."

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Applejack poked her swollen eye, it still hurt like the dickens. She had woken up some time ago in this place, with a pony standing over her. At first, she assumed him to be the lumberjack who chopped down her tree, only after extreme calming down was she convinced that he wasn't the one who did it. His name was Jazz Crescendo, and he was a musician from Canterlot. Go figure, his golden colored coat and sapphire blue mane attested to that, as did the sunglasses that covered his eyes.

As it turned out, both of them had lost something dear to them when they were taken from their homes. Applejack had lost her hat that her pappy gave her when she was just a little filly, and Jazz had lost his lucky trumpet that the famous blues artist 'Louis Hoofstrong' had given him. Needless to say, both were quite sore about that.

"It still hurts..." Applejack complained. She had been expecting it to quit hurting and for the swelling to go down any time soon, she was a quick healer.

"It'll do that for a while, kitty-cat." Jazz's voice was raspy, yet smooth, probably from spending too much time in smoke filled jazz clubs, and AJ was trying to get used to his funny way of talking. "You gotta give it time, just like a sweet tune. Just sit back and relax." He seemed aloof about all of this, too aloof. AJ had called him on it a couple of times and he always responded with 'Take the good with the bad, baby-doll.'

"Ah usually heal faster than this." Applejack sat beside her cell mate, then sighed. "Ah jus' wanna go home..." Jazz tipped his glasses down and gave her a look.

"What kinda crazy cat would want to 86 this joint? This is the life." Jazz kicked back, crossing one of his hind legs over the other. "The only reason I'd want to blow this Popsicle stand is to get my trumpet then skedaddle right on back." he gave a wry smile, thinking of a carefree life.

"Are y'all insane? Ah got a farm to run, ah got responsibilities, unlike you, ya lousy lowlife." Applejack glared at the musician with her one not swollen eye. Jazz just smiled back.

"Difference in opinion, kitty-cat....difference in opinion..." AJ could tell that him and her were going to go 'round and 'round.

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"Step off Dweeb, or else I'll gut you like a fish!" Gilda brandished her talons to the annoying pony that seemed to be everywhere at once. Ever since she had woken up in this place a few days ago with this equine beside her, the annoying thing had been bugging her nonstop. 'Blah, Blah, Blah, I'm hyper, Blah, Blah, Blah.'  Nothing could stop the ball of happy from annoying her to no end.

"Oh, come on Gildie~ You know you wanna play truth or dare~!" The bouncing, happy pegasus pony, named Ember smiled widely and poked Gilda's chest plumage repeated times. After several pokes, Gilda got mad and swatted her away. The white coated, red maned pony hit the wall with a squeak and simply bounced back. Both beings had ties around their wings, and Gilda had the added measure of her claws being filed down.

"I hate you.....so much....." Gilda glared at the pony, Surprise reminded her of a certain somepony from Ponyville. A certain pink somepony.

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That certain pink somepony was in the next room over. Her cell was different from the rest, it was soundproofed to the highest degree. Every sound in the room was coming from Pinkie, her heavy breathing, the contents of her stomach sloshing around, and it was all driving her mad. She tried getting out, she tried closing her ears, but that only made the silence louder. It only made her thoughts louder, and the madness quicken