My new life... HAS PONIES?!

Not being able to smell the perfume after the fifth sniff I walked out of the bushes seeing that nothing has changed. Praying that none of the changelings would see me I walked into the restroom. It was unexpectedly dirty; I thought an organized group would at least care about hygiene. Grabbing a dry rag off of an old, grimy, moldy rack I turned the “c” nozzle connected to a sink and placed the rag under the running faucet letting the cloth absorb the moisture. I squeezed the rag water dripped from it as I twisted it.

I held it to my new chest plate and scrubbed the blood away from the metal. Having succeeded I heard the door open and two changelings walked in. I casually walked into the stalls and heard one off them say “so, you don’t like making your bed huh” he seemed prety steamed. I peeked through the door and saw him give the other changeling a small toothbrush. “Now start scrubbing!” he yelled.

“And when you’re done take this letter to our leader” he tossed an envelope and left the room; the other changeling placed the brush on the grimy, piss stained, urinal. I stepped out of the stall and walked passed him. He grabbed my leg sleeve. Thinking the jig was up I heard him say “hey, pal; I need you to do me a favor. I’m stuck hear cleaning these nasty old pissers. Can you take this note to the top floor.” I accepted and took the letter from his hoof.

I walked out the door and left him cursing under his breath and to get back to work. I walked to the tower door. Opening the door I felt a cool breeze brush against my face. The interior was all cinder blocks, the lighting was torches hanging from handles that were bolted to the wall, the floor had black tiles covered by a long, red, carpet that stretched from the door to the end of the hall. I walked down the hallway, but I stopped half way their feeling a chill run down my spine. I became more frightened by the minute until I found a wooden door that read “stairs.”

“Well, at least I can skip the bullshit and get straight to the point of the matter” I thought dropping my hoof on the second step. I reached floor ten. “Wait this isn't right. Outside there were supposedly forty-three levels. Guess I’ll just look around for another staircase or an elevator” I thought entering the adjacent room. The room was empty besides the fact that there were two guards blocking an elevator door. I attempted to push the elevator button, but was interrupted by the guard saying “STOP! What is your reason for being here?!”

“I was instructed to give a note to our leader” I confirmed. A few seconds of him staring at my sole passed until he pushed the button and said “fine, go on up.” I walked in the metal box and pressed button forty-three. The doors closed and my curiosity grew stronger and stronger about what the letter says. I opened the note.

It read:

“Dear Queen Chrysalis,

It appears that our camp in the dark forest has been demolished by the slaves. The cause of this was from a pony that encouraged the slaves to do so. I have reason to believe that he is on route to the tower. I await your response to how you wish witch action should be taken.

                                                                                                               -Justin Sutherland”

“They do know about me. Better make this quick then” I thought crumbling the paper up and tossing it in the corner. The door opened. I stepped through to see that the room was exactly the same back in canterlot; only if it was in an evil parallel universe. I looked around gazing at the artwork hanging from the wall. I was startled by a loud voice saying “What is it my child?”

I looked up to see a bug like alicorn. Her horn, wings, and legs were filled with holes. “My queen, I have a message for you” I said walking up to her. She asked what it was. I whispered in her ear “time to step down from the thrown.”

I reached for my dagger so I could stab her back. Unfortunately my weapon was absorbed in a green aura as I held it over her head. “I agree, but not to day” she said hovering the dagger in front of my nose. The blade glided down my neck. “Now this won’t hurt a little bit,” she said angling the dagger’s side to my left leg “it’ll hurt a lot.”

With an evil grin plastered on her face she used her magic to swipe the dagger into my arm cutting only a quarter of the way through. “AHHHHHH!” I screamed. She took another swing cutting to the middle followed by another slicing the whole limb off. I grasped my shoulder and attempted to stand. She picked up my dismembered limb and said “this would make a nice trophy don’t you think, troy?”

“How do you know my name?” I asked losing blood every second. She said nothing. A door behind her opened and showed a being that made my heart drop and my anger burst. “Y-you, but why?” I said struggling to back away. “I’m sorry troy. I was assigned to spy on the princesses, but the love you gave for ‘sky’ was too much for me to pass up” she said.

I couldn't take it anymore. My leg was hacked off, the pony I loved tuned out to be a heartless spy, and now I’m bleeding to death.  I ran out of the room. I stopped and outside the hall and slid down the wall. My eyes started to water up.

I remembered what celestia said about a box. I pulled it out if my bag and stared at it. I quickly opened it. There was nothing at first. Fifteen seconds passed until a flash of white light filled the corridor.