Brave New World, Discord's Revenge

Discord pointed to stairway.

"Up those stairs, in your rooms are the worst horrors that you have or will ever face. To escape you must play my game."

"Ooh, ooh!" Jake yelled. "Jenga?"

Discord looked confused. "Um... no."

"Monopoly?"

"No."

"Hungry Hungry Hippos?"

"No!" Discord yelled at him. His patience was wearing thin.

Jake fell silent.

"Battleship?" Owen asked.

Discord face-palmed, and said calmly. "Face your fears and win your freedom."

Jake looked puzzled. "I've never heard of that game... Can't we play Cluedo?"

"No, Jake. Everypony knows that Scrabble is much better!" Owen retorted.

"Cluedo!"

"Scrabble!"

"Cluedo!"

"Scrabble!"

"Cluedo!"

"Monopoly!" Sam yelled.

"Shut it, boy." The duo yelled.

Discord was lying on the sofa. He yawned and sat up.

"You have an hour to face your fears." and with that vague parting remark, he left them alone.

"Snakes and ladders?" Sam asked.

"SHUT UP, BOY!" Owen and Jake yelled.

They looked up the menacing stairway. The Professor's attitude changed once more.

"It looks like we don't have much of a choice. He knows that I'm a worthy opponent. So therefore he will try to defeat anyway he can."

"He OBVIOUSLY doesn't know your weak spot then." Jake said, producing a small piece of fudge from the candy covered floor.

Owen looked at him. "I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY!"

***

Outside

"Rainbow? Can you break in?" Twilight was pacing nervously outside the house.

"I'm sorry, Twilight, But that's roughly seven inches of pure brick and mortar. I can't break that..."

Twilight groaned, angrily. She continued to pace, "C'mon Professor, where are you?"

***

Meanwhile inside

Everyone reached the top of the stairs, except for Jake who fell down them twice. He claimed it was to do with a "Temporary loss of muscular coordination" .

Eventually, with Jake being carried by Sam and Tom, they all reached the top of the stairway. It wasn't very well lit, in fact it was rather gloomy.

The first room was labelled: "Ebony and Tom, good luck."

The Professor looked at them, worriedly. He nodded at them and they walked closer towards it. The door opened and Ebony looked back at Owen. Tom stepped inside.

"Don't loose faith in each other." Owen replied her look.

She nodded and stepped inside. The door closed abruptly.

***

Ebony and Tom's room.

Ebony stepped inside into complete darkness, she screamed, but the only one that appeared to hear her was Tom, who held her hoof. He patted her, comfortingly.

"Don't worry, we can get through this." he whispered, kindly.

The room lit up in the middle, showing a shadowy image, much like that of a hologram. The picture showed a short video, on a constant loop.

The video was of a very angry Tom and Ebony, hurling abuse at each other. The genuine Ebony and Tom backed away from the video, horrified. The hologram Tom and Ebony continued to swear and curse at each other, until eventually it hit a breaking point. Tom looked at her with disgust, and slapped her across her face. Ebony fell to the floor, clutching her cheek and moaning. She sat up and muttered three words:

"I hate you."

The real Tom and Ebony looked at each other, backing away. They both started to cry...

***

Aimee's room.

Aimee stepped inside, to her surprise it was a large party with a lot of her friends, all of her friends in fact. From her nursery years to her present day chums. She smiled happily.

They all beckoned her over. She happily obliged, forgetting that this was to be her worst fear.

Suddenly, a dark shape moved through the room, killing everything it touched. Ponies dropped like flies. Soon the entire room was filled with corpses, save for the dark shape and Aimee. She stood there, silent. She couldn't believe it, it was all so... empty, so lifeless...

She fell to the floor and began to weep. Her friends, gone. The dark mass began to swirl and laugh, hysterically. Aimee shielded her eyes from it.

"NO MORE!" she yelled at the creature. "NO MORE!"

She gasped for breath between her tears, and began to cry once again on the floor.

***

Sam's room

Sam entered his room. with a defiant smile on his face. His look quickly turned to a horrified one as he saw the room he was standing in.

It was mouldy, fading and all round grimy. The wallpaper was peeling off, and it smelt distinctively of urine. Sam scrunched up his nose in disgust. He wandered around the room, which had other rooms connecting to them.

All the rooms had no doors and were very dimmly lit. He turned to the final door. This one was different. it had a door, and light and noise was leaking out of it. Sam inched closer to the door. Remembering that this was to be his worst fear.

He kicked open the door, dramatically. His look of anger, soon turned to look of pure horror.

"You wanna fight?"

"You what you, lad?"

"Come at me, bro!"

"Ya, mum!"

Sam found himself, face to face with a monstrous number of chavs, youths and other undesirables. He fell back against the urine stained fall, ignoring it. The fear was too overwhelming. His eyes were wide with fear and he attempted to scramble away.

But it was useless...

***

Jake's room.

Jake opened the door and the handle fell off. He stared at it for a while before preceding into the room itself.

"Cheap workmanship..." He muttered, kicking the door knob into the center to the room.

The first thing he noticed was that the room was colourful, yet deceptive. Jake looked at the room for a while. He gave it one of the Professor's looks. The room gave one of the Professor's looks back.

"Room's don't give looks!" Jake yelled. "Especially not annoying looks like that!"

"Oi, I heard that!" Owen's voice called out, echoing slightly.

Jake frowned. "Owen?! Can you hear me?"

Something tapped him on his shoulder. He felt a sliver run down his spine, as though something or someone or somepony had walked over his grave. stamped on it twice and set fire to it, while singing "In the Navy."

Jake turned around and saw Owen standing there.

"Owen? Wait... what. How did... How did you get here?"

Another voice called out, identical to the Professors.

"The same way I got in."

"And me!"

"And Me!"

More copies of Owen were materialising inside the room, pushing Jake further toward the wall. The wall had now turned a sickly colour of crimson red, the same colour of blood.

Jake smelt the wall. "Raspberry? The worst kind of jam. Aside Blueberry, that is."

The Owen's clicked their hoofs, and spawned more of themselves, multiplying like parasprites.

Jake screamed "THEY'RE EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE!!!"

***

The Professor's room.

Owen had had enough, The last few minutes had torturered him. He could hear all his beloved friends being traumatized within their rooms. Eventually he was sick of it. He looked at his door. He noted everything about it. He looked at the door knob. Inscribed upon it were the words: "Made in China" Owen frowned at it.

He pulled a small package out of his trench coat. It was labelled: "C4". He placed some on the door.

"In the words of the immortal Dick van Dyke, chim-chimney, chim-chimney, chim-chimney, SCREW YOU!"

He turned around so he wasn't looking at the explosion. He flicked the switch and the door crumbled to dust.

"Cool guys don't look at explosions." He sang.

He walked in the room, it appeared to be a rather small room. As he entered, the entrance sealed up. It was quite lonely in here, he reflected. As if you weren't meant to be there.

"I think you're more clever than you make out to be, Professor." It was Discord's voice.

"So I think I have chosen the perfect fear for you." he cackled loudly, and then his voice faded.

The Professor found himself in the pitch black room alone, once again.

"How did he know I was afraid of the dark?" The Professor yelled, sarcastically.

A spotlight appeared above, showing a silhouette of what appeared to be a human. The human just stood, it didn't even breathe. It just stood there, as if it was watching and observing. Owen likened the feel of it to a frog in a dissection lesson.

The human then stepped forward closer into the spotlight. Owen could see more of it now. He gasped.

It was male, with brown hair and eyes, he was also quite small. He was wearing a trench coat and a matching top hat.

Owen stared at himself, and he smiled back. It's pupils were small and intelligent. A past version of himself. one he thought had gone. Lost forever in that final battle in which he had defeated his inner demons. Owen wasn't usually one for small talk, but today was the exception.

"So. It's you."