CYOA: A Day in Ponyville

You rush in at Applejack's side into the creepy house. It's covered in cobwebs, with a thick layer of dust coating every surface. It reeks of mildew and mustiness, and the very air makes you want to sneeze. It's chilly, but nothing moves as you enter the room.

Applejack glances aside at you. "Ah thought ah asked you to stay wit' Apple Bloom? Too late now. Keep yer guard up. We don't know what we'll find." She starts to move towards the other door in the room, only to flinch as you poke her in the ribs. "What was that for?!"

You cringe away from her, your eyes locked on a hole in the floor where some great force tore through it. "Look out! Something did that."

She looks down with a hiss. "Right. Don't wanna fall down there." She backs up and dashes around the hole. You trot along behind her, careful not to slip on the dusty floor.

Something growls beneath you, beyond that hole. A smooth tendril reaches up, trying to grab your hoof.

Applejack grabs you by the tail, pulling you back as more of those tendrils begin to rise up from the hole. "Eggbucket!"

You stomp the tentacle closest to you. "Get back! Stay away from us!"

"They're not gonna listen, sugarcube." Applejack tugs on your tail again. "We gotta run." She charges towards the next door, leading you into a dark room with a chair in the center. "It's just one thing after another today." She flops back against the door you just rushed through, keeping it shut.

"Maybe it's the house?" You can hear a thin whisper reaching you from beyond the door, but Applejack's bulk seems to be enough to keep the tendrils out.

Applejack tilts her head up at you. "Could be. But how do we take care ah this? We can't just hide in here ferever."

You look around the room for any kind of light source, but the window is boarded up. "I have no idea. If I see anything we could use, I'll let you know."

Applejack stares ahead at the chair, seeming not to have heard you.

You:

A: Use that chair!

B: Gotta be something else in here.