Empty walls

by Babycord

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Original Character, Tragedy
Length: 3457

Peach can't go home

Trapped.

Within the mind.

Within the soul

Published 2024-02-14 17:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-02-14 17:20:00 UTC

Walls

The sun dappled the grass as Peach Blossom galloped through her family's apple orchard, weaving between gnarled trunks heavy with ripening fruit. Warm summer air filled her lungs with each exhilarating stride, though the joy felt bittersweet knowing her carefree days of youth were numbered. Soon she would join the rest of the family in their daily chores. But not yet, she decided. There was still time for one last adventure.

Peach spotted a break in the trees and slowed to a trot, mane fluttering in the breeze. Beyond the orchard's edge rose unfamiliar hills dotted with wildflowers. She'd never explored so far from home before, kept close by her mother's protective instincts. But Mother wasn't here, and curiosity sang louder than reason. With a glance back at the distant farmhouse shrinking behind her, Peach left the safety of the orchard and ventured into the unknown hills.

As she climbed higher, colors blurred into a hazy landscape beneath the August sun. Peach slowed to a walk, savoring each discovery—a cluster of baby birds in a nest, azure butterflies dancing on the wind. Around the next hill's crest rose a shape unlike anything she'd seen. White walls rising high into the sky, vast and featureless but for a single narrow opening like a mouth agape.

Peach inched closer on silent hooves, sensing an electricity in the stillness. What strange structure had ponykind placed upon this hilltop? Curiosity gnawed at her recklessly galloping thoughts. As she peered inside the opening, cool shadows greeted her in contrast to the heavy sunlight. Soft grass cushioned her hooves as she entered, waiting for her eyes to adjust from the glare.

But darkness held no answers, only deeper questions. Peach took a wary step further, then another, ears straining for clues beneath the dense silence. A squeal startled her, and she reared with a cry as tiny claws scrambled over her fetlocks. When her hooves touched down, the entrance was gone.

Panic seized her with its clammy grip. "Hello?" Peach called, voice rebounding endlessly off the featureless walls. Her breath quickened to frantic pants as reality sunk in—she was trapped inside this endless white void.

Hours passed in vain attempts to penetrate the solid walls, bruising muzzle and hooves with futile pounding. As daylight dimmed outside, shadows gathered within the tomb where hope was already dying. Peach screamed until her throat burned, screamed for her mother, for anyone, to no reply but her own echoing desperation. When exhaustion overwhelmed terror, she sank to the cold floor with heaving sides, too fatigued even for tears.

Sleep offered no relief from torment. Fragments of memory played on endless repeat—her family's smiling faces as they wished her sweet dreams, the warm feel of her mother's mane between her ears. But in the darkness, those familiar comforts warped into a nightmare staged upon the walls. Peach watched helplessly as each family member faded into the void, leaving her alone with a yawning sense of loss. She screamed and kicked but could not break free, only dissolve further into madness as the void consumed all light and meaning.

Peach woke shuddering, unsure if reality held more terror than dreams. Cold emptiness enveloped her, leeching warmth from flesh and spirit. Her thirst had deepened to an internal inferno raging beneath parched skin, as unquenchable as the loneliness consuming her from within.

Time flowed formlessly without dawn or dusk to mark its passage, leaving only an endless now suspended between living and dying. Peach lost count of her circuits pacing the perimeter, hooves worn raw by futile exploration. As weakness crept through muscles and mind, delirium's whispers grew harder to resist. Visions haunted the barren walls, taunting her with fleeting glimpses of meadows just out of reach. Wisps of color seemed to dance and flee at the edges of perception, cruel reminders of a world now barred to her.

On days or weeks or lifetimes since she'd entered this lightless void, reason finally shattered beneath an onslaught of madness. Peach reared with a scream,reduced to a caged animal rattling the bars of its prison. Shadows shifted and flowed across the walls in impossible ways, tormenting her with phantoms of loved ones locked in agonized postures. Blood pounded frantically in her ears, drowning out all but the pulse of her ravaged mind.

When lucidity returned on unseen wings, Peach found herself slumped in a pool of slick bodily fluid, coat matted and filthy. Her ragged breaths filled the chamber in a vain attempt to push back the emptiness closing in from all sides. As unconsciousness mercifully dragged her under once more, a single name escaped her bloodied lips in a final, desperate cry.

"Mother."

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When awareness surfaced, Peach lay shivering in the fetal position as walls of white bore down from all sides. Time held no meaning, though her aching muscles screamed an eternity had passed immobilized on the hard floor. Attempting to rise, dizziness overwhelmed her and Peach collapsed with a groan.

Weak from thirst and fasted in this cell, her mind floated untethered through delirious fever dreams. Flickers of memory danced behind lidded eyes—lazing beneath the apple tree with her siblings, her mother's proud grin as Peach took her first ride alone. But faces blurred at the edges like figures in fog, muddied by dehydration and shadowy whispers that these comforts were as untouchable as freedom.

Peach scratched weakly at the dreamscape walls, hoping to claw her way back to loved ones or escape the rising tides of lunacy. But unyielding white revealed only her tangled muzzle, flecked with dried blood and tangled with filth. A name echoed distantly through the fever haze—Mother, come back—but received no reply but the stale silence within these featureless walls.

She drifted through timeless torment, unable to resist the tides pulling her under. Visions assaulted in hallucinogenic waves—her family fleeing into a void that consumed the sunset’s fading light, their anguished gazes locked with her own as if blaming her for their inevitable fate. Peach screamed without voice, begging them to stay as cruel shadows dragged them one by one into the abyss. But her hooves passed through insubstantial ghosts, offering no escape or reprieve from the madness festering in her mind.

On some unseen dawn, Peach awoke kicking and rolling, fighting invisible attackers with the last dregs of her strength. Gasping and delirious, she collapsed once more into helpless shudders against the wall. As awareness seeped through the fevered cracks, stark walls stretched endlessly in all directions as they had since her imprisonment began. Or had it? Peach doubted even her own memory as a profound sense of unreality set in.

Could weeks have passed trapped inside this eternal cell? Or was she merely lost within the looping corridors of a nightmare, doomed to relive torment without end or escape? Peach strained her ears for any sound beyond walls—hooves pacing the distant perimeter, her loved ones calling desperately for signs of life—but heard only absence ringing in the silence.

In the void’s reflection, her coat had faded to pale bone and dark circles bruised sunken eyes. Body wasting away without sustenance, she saw a wraith wearing her own face peering back from the wall. How much longer until this stranger dissolved completely, dissolving her sense of identity along with flesh and spirit? Peach retreated within, barricading her fractured mind against the rising terrors within for however long her crumbling defenses might hold.

When delirium finally released its claws, Peach took her first shambling steps in countless sunrises. Hooves scraped over raw flesh as weakness dragged her circuits ever slower around the prison’s boundary. Despite madness’ grip, survival instincts refused to surrender completely. With each lap, she raked the walls with her ragged mane and scrabbled blindly at invisible seams or symbols, desperate for any clue to escape this maddening labyrinth.

But featureless white offered no handholds, answers or reprieve from torment. Only her mind remained, fraying thread by tangled thread. Voices thundered through the silence now, louder than any memory or phantom—damning her for vanishing without a trace, blaming this anguished fate. Peach reared with an echoing scream and battered the walls until awareness faded once more beneath waves of hysteria and grief. Curled in a pool of her own anguish, she embraced fainting’s sweet release, if only to steal a few merciful moments free from the jaws of insanity closing around her.

When murky consciousness stirred again, Peach found she no longer possessed the strength to rise. Muscles spasmed involuntarily as her body turned on itself, devouring every reserve to fuel this engine of suffering. Through the haze, her eyes focused hazily on indistinct shapes writhing across the spectral walls. As vision swam between realities, the apparitions coalesced into phantoms with her loved ones’ tormented faces, locked forever in a hellish dance macabre as punishment for abandoning them.

With feverish purpose, Peach scraped her matted coat across the floor, shredding what remained of her coat and digging channels into raw flesh beneath. Anything to drown the damning cacophony erupting from the walls, to drag herself back from the brink even as consciousness wavered. Hands grasped at her withers and a familiar voice called urgently from somewhere beyond, but she could no longer discern vision from voice, memory from madness. Peach cried out weakly as darkness dragged her back into its silent, merciless embrace once more.

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As days melted endlessly into the void, Peach's family searched without rest. The farm had never felt so empty without her infectious bursts of laughter and playful antics bringing light to their days. Now shadows hung heavy over every room, bearing traces of the daughter vanished without warning into thin air.

Peach's mother Moonblossom refused to accept her daughter was truly gone. Each daybreak found the mare combing the endless meadows and hills, leaving no stone unturned in her desperation. Night fell finding her still calling Peach's name until her voice grew hoarse, even as hope dwindled with the setting sun. Her mate Starlight and foals Applejack and Golden Harvest accompanied hersearch, grief sharpening focus as exhaustion wore down resilience.

Days grew longer as no clues emerged from the sprawling grasses and wildflowers. By the second week, even Applejack's youthful bravado had faded to solemn silence. The young colt followed his mother's lead without rest, focusing on putting one weary hoof after another rather than confronting the nightmares haunting his waking mind.

Golden Harvest gradually let go her hopeful smiles, understanding the search had gone from rescue to recovery. While her family maintained vigil through tears and fading light, the young filly took on chores to feel of use, if only to distract from the gnawing guilt consuming her from within. She'd pushed Peach to explore further that fateful day, carelessly trading a sister's safety for idle entertainment under Summer’s callous eye. Now Peach paid the price for her curiosity and recklessness.

As the relentless sun burned away September, all signs of passage faded into this golden radiance. Even the once-bountiful orchard gradually surrendered ripened fruit to rot and decay upon the boughs, mirroring the family's internal starvation. Each wasted sunrise etched deeper shadows beneath Moonblossom's eyes as she scanned endless fields for any disturbance in the grass—footprints, fragments of coat, anything to give flight to desperate dreams no longer daring to hope.

On some interminable dawn, Moonblossom's screaming call shattered the pre-morning stillness, summoning loved ones with frantic urgency. Heart in throat, her family raced only to find the mare standing numbly, fixated on the forest's edge. Through glassy eyes, she followed something only her anguished mind could see—a phantom with Peach's youthful features casting one final, despairing look before dissolving into the paling mist.

Assembled in silent prayer, no words could salve such wounds or repair the family torn apart by loss and the fickle cruelty of fate. In desperation's echoing wake, only bleak resignation remained. Their last thread of optimism severed, none possessed strength for further search or even the will to return to their empty home. Peach was truly lost to the void, a gaping chasm left in soul and landscape where her laughter and light had colored their lives.

For uncounted days afterward, the family drifted through motions of survival without purpose or promise of revival. Moonblossom lay unmoving amongst the long grass, eyes trained distantly on some unseen reprieve refusing to come. Her mate kept silent vigil, sharing her formless despair through vigils uncounted as seasons turned. Their foals maintained a quiet perimeter between orchard and waving fields, finding solace in protecting what little remnants of their broken family could be salvaged.

As snow fell to mute the deafening silence where Peach's playful spirit once roamed, the family gradually accepted immutable loss. But in their grieving hearts, a single flame refused to die—the promise her love and light would endure, however briefly, in their memories and her place forever in their broken family. The gaps she left could never fully heal, but in time and through shared suffering, threads of hope might weave fragile repairs against infinite sorrow's void now a permanent fixture upon the barren winter landscape of their lives.

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Winter's long nights passed in a blur for Peach, as indistinguishable as the shadows writhing upon walls that had consumed her world. Time flowed formlessly, whether moons or millennia trapped within this lightless void. All sense of passage had long since bled away along with hope, leaving only an endless now suspended between living and dying.

Peach drifted through intermittent dreams clutching at memory's fraying threads. Faces blurred at the edges like figures glimpsed through glacial waters—her mother's warm smile, a brother's playful nudge. But when awareness dragged her back into this cold eternity between realities, she found loved ones as untouchable as salvation. In the vast emptiness’ reflection, her own form seemed barely tethered to substance, fraying at the ghostly edges.

On some endless dusk, a sound unlike any before jolted Peach from her stupor —a low grinding akin to the earth shifting beneath deep winter snowdrifts. She turned fever-bright eyes toward the noise, finding only featureless white as always. But a sinister electricity permeated silence where only maddening stillness once abided. Her erratic pulse throbbed in ears still unused to foreign stimuli after endless isolation from the living world beyond these walls.

Peach scraped raw hooves against the floor in vain attempts to spark further response, but none came. As she strained to hold onto even this most fleeting contact with the outside, seamless white betrayed no change with its flawless disinterest. Doubting her own senses, Peach wondered if this noise signified real change —or merely new machinations of a psyche stretched thin by endless sensory deprivation and fractured beneath loneliness’ merciless gaze.

Cold sweat formed in clammy coat, mirroring her fragile grip on reality slipping with each unanswered circuit around this lightless cage. Darkness began tugging at cognition’s fraying edges like spectral talons, threatening to drag her back into an abyss where visions held dominion over objective truth. Then came another faint grinding from somewhere beyond perception, quieter than the first yet stirring the same primeval terror of the unknown.

As fragments of perception shifted uneasily between dream and nightmare, memory assumed new textures from madness’ smoky palette. Visions emerged hauntingly tangible amidst the endless white—her family fading into this void like wisps of mist against the milky dawn, pleading through the spectral walls as darkness consumed their tormented forms one by one.

Peach watched numbly as their light followed her own down into the abyss. No longer certain which were memory and which twisted wreckage from her own delirium, she wept silent tears that froze upon gaunt cheeks as reason abandoned its crumbling citadel. As reality unraveled the last warped threads binding her to objective truth, a thought surfaced through the storm —had she ever truly lived, or only dreamed a mare named Peach within this infinite, unchanging void?

Time dragged onwards, though how many cold seasons passed meant nothing to one suspended between living and dying. Peach drifted through fever dreams where visions held dominion over rational thought. Memories surfaced fragmentary yet vivid as hallucinations haunting the stark walls —nuzzling her mother in green pastures now bleached pale as death, playful siblings whose light had long since faded from a world reduced to featureless white on endless repeat.

She no longer knew if these comforts represented truth or merely remnants of a former life decaying within this lightless purgatory. All that remained was an emaciated shell wrapped around a psyche stretched paper-thin, clinging to dissipating threads of identity as psyche yielded fully to the abyss already consuming body and soul. Peach closed sunken eyes and let delirium drag her under once more, hoping never to awaken from oblivion’s sweet release into the long darkness ahead.

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Spring's first warm rays melted winter's grasp upon the land as Peach floated through fever dreams within her lightless cell. Time had long lost meaning, her fragile grip on reality dissolving into the abyss where loved ones' faces drifted like ghosts beyond recollection.

Even nature's rebirth held no solace, its beauty reduced to apparitions mocking her fragmenting awareness through the endless white. Peach heard songs beyond perception calling from somewhere beyond death's veil, beckoning with promises of green pastures free from this void. But salvation seemed ever a mirage receding into darkness as her final resolve crumbled.

In moments of lucidity between delirium's claws, Peach scraped listlessly at raw flesh where coat had long since shredded away. Survival felt pointless without purpose or identity, her tenacious heart echoing in a lifeless shell. Deeper shadows veiled vision as emaciated muscles surrendered their futile struggles, succumbing fully to the abyss awaiting its rightful claim.

Peach knew these twilight hours drifting between living and oblivion marked her end. Yet when light pierced heavy lids once more, featureless walls still stretched endlessly in all directions, binding her tenaciously to purgatory without escape. Had she dreamed her brush with mortality's threshold, or did some sinister force tether her defiance of immutable Fate? She could no longer say which world held dominion over perception's ruins.

As strength for even anguished thought abandoned its frail house, only primal instincts remained. Peach felt vibrations echoing through her flesh unlike any before, resonating from some imperceptible point beyond walls imprisoning mind, body and soul. Awareness faded beneath this thrall as the cacophony swelled into a dissonant cacophony drowning delirium's final refuge.

When vision swam into hazy focus once more, a fractal network crisscrossed the endless white. Peach raised her head weakly, strength abandoned even for comprehension. Lines jagged reality as fault lines through a shattered psyche yet to fully relinquish hold on this prison between living worlds. As awareness sharpened, new arrivals took amorphous shapes emerging from the rupture—sunlight, shadows, indefinable beings observing her ruined visage with concern and urgency in their eyes.

A male figure knelt with gentle instruments laying her upon soft linen to soak through matted fur worn damp with illness and prolonged suffering’s marks. Peach knew not what strange visions these wraiths represented—harbingers of oblivion come to claim her spirit’s final anchor... or salvation’s messengers penetrating this void at long last to spirit her condemned soul from purgatory’s jaws.

As her rescuers conferred in hushed, unintelligible tongues, Peach surrendered fully to merciful darkness dragging her under once more. Some distant sliver of resolve refused to fade completely however, clinging stubbornly to life through whatever trials must come should she awaken to a new dawn, within this cell or beyond the void’s pale walls binding her stolen lifespan. Mother, I'm coming home at last..., her final thought drifted before oblivion reclaimed its rightful spoils at long last.

When next the light found her, awareness surfaced gradually from a place beyond dreams or nightmares’ dominion. Peach’s lidded eyes traced patterns in wooden beams far above, fragrant with nature’s lifeblood renewing her ravaged body’s veins. Beside her, gentle voices conversed in tones too euphoric to grasp completely, though a name drifted joyfully upon the breeze—Moonblossom...

Peach knew not whether this reawakening represented truth or merely one final twist reality’s frayed threads might weave to prolong her torment within an endless void. But for now, she drank deep the fragrances of new growth and listened for cherished melodies beyond measure’s grasp, content to let life’s spring winds carry her along whatever course might come, if only a while longer in this world from which salvation had torn her so long ago. Her long vigil in the darkness had ended at last... though whether in truth or dreams remained obscured behind a dawn too radiant and unspeakably sweet to doubt, if only for this moment suspended between what was and what may come.