Day 1View OnlineJournal of a Starving Sister.Day 1It's my first day of being stuck down here. My sister is dead. The fall killed her... I watched the color drain from her face. My leg is broken. I can barely think I'm all alone, stuck here with Aloe's body. No food, no water. Why would we? This was just a trip up the mountain for new fragrances. It was supposed to be half an hour. We'd be up the mountain and back down to catch the train. But then we just lost our got lost. Everything melded together like metal in a foundry. I remember hearing the train's whistle, but it sounded like it was coming from everywhere. No tracks, no station, no signal. eWe could not find any. We screamed and yelled out. It was a grave mistake, as something came after us. I don't know what it looked like. Only that it sounded like an eldritch monster being creature. We ran faster than ever. Through snow, around trees, over rocks. We ran. Then we came to a dead end. An outcrop of a cliff. Over this hole. We were trapped. The creature chasing us was big like Celestia, but skinnier. We could see itsbones. It had a broken horn and the sharpest teeth imaginable. We backed as far as we could to get away before we slipped. Fell. Wish we were pegasi. We could have flew. I remember seeing fire rip spew over the cliff before hitting the ground. Somepony will come. I have to hold out until somepony comes. They know were gone. We told them where we would be going. Tha They know we're gone. I have to hold out!!!
Day 5View OnlineJournal of a Starving Sister.Day 5I've never been so HUNGRY. It feels like my stomach is twisting around inside. I buried Aloe. Tried looking around the cavern for food. Nothing. Thas place must be decades old. Drank the water in the lake, feel much better now. Hev Haven't heard anything outside except for animals. Tried coaxing a deer down but it was too smart. I need something to eat. A̵N̶Y̶T̴H̴I̶N̴G̴. I can already feel my bone in my left leg.Need to go deeper in the mine to try for a way out. Every time I yell it sounds like it echo for miles. O Don't want to get lost. Need to E̶A̶T̶. Need to D̷R̸I̴N̷K̵.̸ N̴E̸E̶D̸ ̴T̵O̵ ̷E̵S̴C̶A̵P̸E̸!̵!̶!̵
Day 30View OnlineJournal of a Starving Sister.Day 30I̵ ̶c̶a̶n̵'̸t̵ ̷t̸a̸k̴e̴ ̶t̶h̴i̶s̷ ̷a̸n̷y̴m̷o̵r̵e̶.̷ I'm sorry Aloe. I am D̴Y̵I̴N̷G̵. My stomach wants to snap itself apart. Whoever finds this I'm S̴O̷R̸R̸Y̸.̷.I had no choice. I looked E̸̟͊V̴͚̇Ḛ̷̋Ȓ̵̭Y̴̨̏W̷͍̔H̷͚͝E̶͎͆R̴̠͘E̶͙͛.̷̓͜ There is no escape from the mines. T̷h̶e̷r̴e̷ ̶i̷s̷ ̵n̴o̷ ̴e̶s̴c̷a̵p̷e̷ ̸f̵r̸o̵m̷ ̴t̴h̴e̶ ̶m̴i̴n̵e̸s̵.̸. T̵̴̷H̶̸̷E̷̴̵R̵̶̸E̸̴̵ ̶̷̶I̴̶̸S̵̴̷ ̶̵̶N̸̸̵O̸̷̸ ̶̷̵E̷̶̴S̴̷̸C̷̶̵A̷̶̵P̷̶̸E̶̷̵ ̸̵̵F̸̴̴R̸̴̸O̸̷̶M̴̶̶ ̴̶̵T̷̸̶H̷̵̵E̸̴̵ ̶̴̶M̵̶̸I̴̶̸N̶̷̷E̷̵̵S̵̷̵. I'm so sorry Aloe. Celestia forgive me. It's what I have to do.
Day 33View OnlineJournal of a Starving Sister.Day 33N̷̦͒ő̶̳ ̷͈̂m̸͖̚o̸͓̍ŕ̷̡e̸̙͌ ̴̻͐C̵͊ͅO̷͔͆L̸̖̀D̶̖͐.̸̖͝ N̸̘̂ȯ̸̫ ̴̬̀m̸͔͘o̴̱͝r̷̢͗e̴͍͒ ̷̈͜P̸̻̂Â̷̭I̵͕͐Ǹ̸͎.̶̳̃ N̸̯̉o̷̹̔ ̶̘̐m̶̯̆o̷̝̾r̶͔̐è̸̢ ̵͖̊T̵͓̓H̵̢͌I̷͔͆R̵̮̍S̶̹̈́T̵̘͘.̸̼́ O̵̖͘ń̴̘ḻ̷͌y̵̮͛ ̶͍̒H̵̘̽Ů̴̫N̶̮͒G̸̣̈́E̸̖̿R̴̡̐.̵̲͐ N̸̯̣̬̫͋̌E̵̛͇̔̂̂̚E̷̢̯̙̥͂̋̉͘D̸̡̼̩̂͜ ̵̛͇̳͙̭͎̽̂M̵̡̪̻͚͒̈̄͠ͅO̸̧̦͆̓͐͑͘Ŕ̷̢͙̱̺̖̎͒͝Ḙ̸̦̏͐̂̚.̴̡̲͘ N̶̙̻͒̎̚Ḛ̸̯̞͇̝̂̍̂E̵̢̹͇͐D̷̻̼̾͗̑̾̚ͅ ̶̡̀̈́̀̓M̶̧͖͈̀̌Ö̸͎̥̣̿̎R̷̡͙̞͇̰͆E̸̖̮͛̉͜͜ͅ.̸̘͛͛̿̇
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The CreatureView OnlineJournal of a Starving Sister.The CreatureZipp slowly flipped through each of the pages as she tried to make sense of who the hay wrote it and why. It was clearly the journal of somepony who fell down here. Somepony who would have been starving. Somepony who would have been desperate. But who? She looked at the wooden cross that sat at the very base of the cliff face. It was very crude, being only two snapped boards nailed to a third board. On the forwardmost board was a name drawn in white. ALOE Judging from the journal, this 'Aloe' had clearly died. Most likely from falling down the hole. But who was this sister of hers? Zipp pondered this as she stepped over to the makeshift grave. She then took a few steps back as she saw what was very clearly a body. At least, what was left of the body. There was nothing but bone. A rotting, crumbling skeleton the size of herself. "Shhhheeeebus..." From this evidence, she deduced that 'Aloe' and her sister had both fallen into this mine. Aloe had died in the fall while her big sister had survived. She opened the journal again and flipped to the last page. The entire page was crisscrossed with dark black lines, with the faint view of the words "HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER" and "LOTUS". Lotus. That must have been the name of the other sister. She smiled. "Aloe and Lotus. Sisters. How fitting." Aloe and Lotus must have fallen into this mine via unknown means. Aloe died in the fall while Lotus survived. Lotus, after burying Aloe, began to starve. She would have been desperate for something. Anything to eat. So Lotus had supposedly undug her sister's body and ate either just a part of it or the whole thing. There was no telling due to the skeleton's advanced age. She couldn't help but wonder what Lotus meant by getting stronger. Sure, eating after weeks of not doing so would make you at least a bit stronger, but the way Lotus had worded it made it seem she became exponentially stronger. As an aside, Cold and Pain don't just "Go away". She sighed as she strapped the journal to her barrel with an old string of rope. This was a mystery she'd have to solve later. Maybe she'd find something on the computer. The Pegasus looked out around the cavern, looking at each of the tunnels that Lotus could have gone down. There were seven. Seven tunnels, each with potentially hundreds of different paths. "Lucky Number Seven, huh..." she slowly said. She then took in a breath. "ECHO!" "ECHO!" "ECHO!" "ECHO!" "ECHO!" "ECHO!" "ECHO!" Her voice seemed to carry on forever, bouncing off untold numbers of walls and traveling untold miles deeper. "Lotus was right..." she shivered. "Even someone with ample supplies would've been driven insane trying to find a way out through that system..." She turned around and looked up at the hole. "And no Earth Pony or Unicorn could have made it up that wall..." rrrrreeEEEEEe! Something screeched, causing Zipp to quickly turn around and scan the recesses of the mine. "What was that? Who's there?" she called out, shivering as her voice echoed deeper and deeper into the caves. "Wow... It's gotta be a whole system..." she whispered. Suddenly, on the opposite end of the lake, something flashed into view, landing on a rotting wooden platform. Zipp shot onto her hooves and unfurled her wings, feeling her heart rate quicken as she took in the form of the creature. This creature that had an uncanny look of equinity to it. It stood two heads taller than her, standing on stretched legs and an emaciated body with bones visible under its pallid blue skin. Its eyes were pushed back deep in their sockets and had many layers of crooked, sharp teeth. It had matted fur and chunks of skin and flesh missing. Its barrel was shrunk to the point where she could see its own digestive system. Every tiny movement that occurred within the creature, she could see. It even had the tiniest traces of once-beautiful light pink hair. For a second, Zipp stared into the creature's muted blue eyes, momentarily consumed by dread. She took a step back, uttering a word. "Wendigo..." Suddenly, the creature-... the Wendigo... started to almost smile. Its-... her mouth broadened as a low growl emanated from what was left of her vocal cords. It continued for a few seconds until it wore this horrible uncanny smile that made a lump form in Zipp's throat. Suddenly, it screamed. It was a garbled high-pitched scream similar to that of a banshee that threatened to make her ears ring. Before Zipp could fully process it, the thing began diving across the mine at inequine speeds, snapping apart beams of wood as it raced towards her. "Woah. WOAH WOAHWOAHWOAH!" the Prismatic Pegasus screamed as she flapped her wings, shooting upwards. She looked down to spot the creature scaling the rock wall, screeching and wailing as it bared up at her. She shot out of the hole and flew as high as she could, staring as the creature made a futile jump at her. She watched as it arced and fell back down into the hole, landing perfectly on all fours before it looked back up at her. The creature stared into her eyes before snarling one last time and diving back into the hole, rapidly descending deeper and deeper into the mines. "What have you become, Lotus?"
The JournalView OnlineJournal of a Starving Sister.The Journal "When god is gone and the devil takes hold, Who will have mercy on my soul?" Zipp peered down into the hole, staring at the beams of timber scattered about the edges. She looked up at the full moon that beautifully lit up the hole and surrounding area, creating quite the peaceful location. Looking down at the hole, she smiled. "Finally," she said. "Something more my style!" With a fleeting whip of her wings, Zipp dove into the hole. As she fell, she counted the seconds it took for her to reach the bottom. 1 2 3 4 She quickly extended her wings to stop her decent, landing on the cold rocky floor with practiced ease. She took this moment to look around the cavern, tilting her head in wonder. It was much bigger than what she was expecting. All around it lay more beams of timber, shriveled and rotting yet still dutifully holding up the ceiling. If it even needed holding. There were also pieces of mining equipment scattered about, most half in or half out of a body of water situated in the center. It wasn't deep. She could wade through it if she so desired. But something on her right caught her eye. Something just out of reach from the entrance. Something on a very old and rotting desk. A book. She walked up to the book, excited to see what secrets it held. It looked to be missing several pages, but the few pages it held would surely give some interesting data on this dark and mysterious place. And if it didn't, she could just travel deeper into the mine. The book - if one could even call it that - was worn and broken. It had no markings of who it was owned by, no signs of a name. Its brown hard cover was shriveled from years upon years of being left scarcely protected by the elements. Zipp sat in front of the desk and raised her hoof to the book. She picked it up off the desk - chastising herself for continuing to think stuff like this melts into dust - and raised it in front of her. With a devious smirk, she opened the book and began to read.
A/NView OnlineJournal of a Starving Sister.A/N Author's Note Yes, reader. You DID see this story a while ago! Why was it taken off, and why has it reappeared? Well, to put it simply, I plagiarized the game "Until Dawn" with the journal itself. Word-for-freaking-word. Right down to the very layout of the words. That stunt booted me off the site for a week. Don't make my mistake. Do not plagiarize. I can guarantee you that if I were to pull that stunt off in a professional circumstance, such as in an actual published story and not just fanfiction, I'd be screwed. Well, I'd be fined a bunch of money. THEN I would be screwed. I will say this: As one of the mods of the site told me (you know who you are), copying someone else's work is a good writing exercise. Helps you get a feel for writing. But DO. NOT. PUBLISH IT! PLEASE! Anyway. Here's a link to the Journal on the Until Dawn Wiki so you can see exactly what I wrote originally. Just ponify the words, replace the names with Aloe and Lotus, and there you go. Anyway-way. Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it.
