The Cold Silence: Chapter I : The Fear
Silence… Nothing could be heard from the dark house before him. Only the deafening creak of the door could be heard inside and out of the house. (In other words it was pretty damn quiet). Traz had no idea what he was thinking coming to the party; his invitation had quotes around FUN, which can never be good. The house that was written on the invite was torn up, the dark molding wood was tearing up and splintering, the windows (what little there were) were cracked beyond belief. The door itself was by far the only presentable thing about this hellhole of a house, and that’s saying something.
He walked in, he didn’t even know why he was here, if this was really a welcome party, that pink mare who invited him certainly did a pretty shit job in making him feel welcome. Walking in, the wood creaked under his hooves until he was about 5 feet into the house. As soon as the creaking finally stopped, the door closed. Traz looked back, the door was closed (no shit), he had not done it, and the wind hadn’t done either since the weather was supposed to be clear skies all day and all night. The fear could be easily seen in his eyes, he stepped back a bit until he stepped onto the rotting crimson carpet on the floor. In a nutshell and simply because I’m freaking lazy when it comes to details, he was disgusted…
Traz’s eyes had finally adjusted to the extreme darkness that was the house he was now trapped in. He took a long wide look at where he was, first he looked at the carpet he was standing on, to say the least, the crimson color stood out even in the dark, he contained numerous holes throughout the entire carpet which led all the way to the stairs at the end of the hallway and then turned to the sides leading to other rooms he thought. The carpet looked to be embroidered; however Traz was in a deep thought as to whether it was a faded color or mold, either way it didn’t really matter.
“Hello?” He asked, hoping that this was all part of the welcoming party. “Anypony there?” No answer… Traz began to look around the house, hoping to find somepony lurking about and end to what he hoped was just a cruel joke they were playing on him. He found himself slowly entering a large room; it was closest to the front entrance so it was most convenient for him. The room, like the main room he was in before was pitch black dark, however know that his eyes were adjusted, he could see well enough to know where he was. The room had a huge table and numerous chairs set around it, “most likely the dining room” Traz said to himself, his mind unfortunately being the only companion he had. Toward the middle of the table laid a rather large cake and unlike the rest of the things in this house, it wasn’t rotting.
“There was someone else in the house, there had to be!” He thought, as the observed the cake he saw at the top there a candle that was losing its flame so much that he had to be this close to it to even notice that it even existed. The cake itself was big enough to be a wedding cake; it was a 3 layer cake, each layer being about 6 inches high and stacked on top of each other. Each layer was also had pink frosting on the top and bottom and looked too good to be true. Traz licked the bottom layer; it tasted like cupcakes and cherries…
He was so confused. The sheer creepiness of the house and a freshly made cake on the dining room table was all too frightening for Traz, he sat down on one of the chairs to gather his thoughts. Although he was sitting down and trying his best to stay calm, much thinking wasn’t done at this time, the chair he sat on was the same as the rest of the wood furniture in the house, rotting and utterly disgusting all together. Traz was afraid that as soon as he sat down, the thing would crumble to pieces! Adding onto to that fear, he constantly looked back at the doorway he came in the room at to make sure nopony would sneak up behind him and kill him. He was done thinking this was a game.
He got off the chair he sat upon, he no longer wanted to be in the room, he looked for the nearest exit, and he found it to be a double door leading further into the house. He rushed over to it, he didn’t know why but the fresh cake just sitting in the middle of the room freaked him out entirely. He forcefully pushed the double doors open with his hooves and took a moment to take note of his surroundings. He saw a rusted oven and heater near the right corner; dishwasher and stove were right next to the door. With all the cooking supplies/furniture (I don’t know) in such a small room, it made moving around a hassle for Traz. He finally made it to the end of the small room after all the squishing around pass the stove and oven, there was nothing there. He looked toward the ground and saw a quite delectable wonder on the floor. Like the cake, it was fresh. He picked it up with his slightly calmed hoof, he took a bite, it was an amazing cupcake…
He finished off the cupcake that he found on the floor, and proceed to go through the hassle of getting out of the cramped room to the dining room. He made it toward the double doors leading outside to the dining room when he heard a demented giggling coming from outside.
“Hello?” Traz thought he’d try again in hopes that this was not his imagination. No response. He pushed the doors open and just stared at the grand cake at the middle of the table. He couldn’t put his hoof on it, but it seemed different than before. Staring at the cake the entire time he walked toward the exit into the main foyer, his mind kept thinking who could be doing this to him? What had he done to cause such a creepy thing to be done on him? He approached the door and turned away to the room he saw across the hallway. Just as he was going to make his way toward the room, he heard muffled shouts coming from the cake. He stared back at it. The yelling continued for a few minutes with each one drawing Traz closer and closer toward the mysterious cake. Traz was at the table now leaning in toward the cake when the muffled yells finally stopped. He stuck his hoof out in an attempt to touch the cake. He could touch and feel the softness of it when a pony jumped out of said cake and scared Traz onto the ground. The Pony grabbed a giant wood hammer from the cake and swung it toward Traz’s head. He was frozen in fear as the hammer’s head came closer and closer, all he could get out was:
“The cake was a lie!”
*SMACK*
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay on this chapter, I have no excuse as to why I haven't written it, I just never got around to it, been reading some shitty stories, playing some MW3. Just being lazy :/
Chapter II: Pain
“Ugh… Celestia why??” Traz groaned as he slowly awaken from his unexpected nap. He painfully opened an eye in hopes that what he saw was anyplace but the terrible house he walked into. A wall was all he saw, a puke green wall illuminated by a dim yellow light coming from the wall was an unpleasant sight to wake up to.
Traz turned his head toward the light coming from the corner of the room. The light was actually a glass jar filled to the brim with a liquid that he could not identify. Submerged in that liquid, a key. Traz got up on his hooves and proceeded to walk toward the key. As he progressed further down the room, the floors creaked under his hooves, and seemed to get louder, and louder as he got closer and closer to the jar.
He made it to the pedestal which held the jar on top of it. It had been taller than Traz had thought, for when he had made it to the pedestal it stood a bit over his head forcing Traz to get up on his hind legs to get a good look at the jar. He proceeded to stand of, holding himself up by leaning on the moss-covered pedestal and began to get a better understanding of the key inside. The key, as he saw it looked rusted and looked as if Traz were to grasp it, it would fall apart instantly. The key looked so insignificant, so downright useless that Traz was just about to ignore it, when he noticed a very odd detail that stood out on the key. Most keys aren’t engraved…
He leaned it closer toward the jar, his hind legs digging onto the moss that covered the pedestal and slowly read out the engraving.
“Hope you don’t have a problem getting out!”
“No…” Traz couldn’t believe it; he most definitely did not want to believe it! He looked at the door that led out of the room. Dropping down from the ledge, he rushed toward it, turned the knob… locked…
“No, No, NO NO NO!” He yelled in disbelief at what he was about to go through right now, that key, that rusted down key, was his only way out…
The horror, the sheer look of fear on Traz’s tanned face was a look that was shown only on ponies that had looked like that had seen an insane killer staring them down. He gazed upon the illuminating light coming from the jar; the key was the only thing he could focus on. He slowly made his way back toward the key, the floor creaking under him as he continued onward. The mesmerizing glow of the liquid attracted Traz closer and closer he didn’t even seem to notice anything else but the key. He came closer, and closer, and ever so closer…
*Bonk*
“Ouch!” Traz yelped out, he proceeded to far as he had seemed to hit his head on the jar’s pedestal. He looked up, got on his hind legs, and gave himself a better view of the god forsaken key. He stared it down, anger and fear in his eyes, putting all his strength onto his right hoof, he lifted his left one up over his head and into the jar.
He didn’t know what the big deal was, he had put his hoof into the liquid, and he had even left it there on the surface for a good minute or so. Nothing happened. Deciding it was alright, he lowered his hoof further down, He had made a horrible mistake... The further down his hoof went, the more boiling hot the liquid became, he haven’t even made it half way down the jar and Traz was already drowning in his tears of pain, begging for the mercy that he knew would never come. His breathing quickened with every second his hoof was in there, he didn’t know if it was the liquid or his incredibly rising levels of pain, but his hoof seemed to move slower and slower as he got to the bottom. Steam started to rise from the jar, however Traz’s painful venture was almost done, the key was centimeters, no, millimeters away all he had to do was grab it. He struggled and he cried as he used his hoof to inch the key up the jar to the surface. The pace his hoof was going quickened faster and faster as he raised it closer to the surface, with a final yell he used all the strength he had that wasn’t being used for crying for a final pull on the key.
The rusted key flew out from the jar and onto the rotting wood floor. Traz fell back from the pedestal he was leaning on and landed a few inches from where the key was. He was drenched in tears and sweat. He didn’t even want to see what his arm (hoof leg, thing I don’t know I’m going to call it an arm) looked like after all the burning it went through. He simply lay down on the floor, thinking about how he got into this situation. He couldn’t cry anymore, there was nothing left in his body to cry out.
“Why!?” He yelled in a tone that made it extremely obvious that he was indeed crying. “WHY!?”
He didn’t even expect an answer, even his own mind was failing him. What was the point of continuing on?, he began to think as tried to get back on his feet. She’s just going to kill me anyway! His eyes were still closed; he thought the sight of his arm would be enough to stop his attempts of escaping completely. He felt around for the rusted key for about a minute or so before finally finding, grabbed it in his mouth, calmly counted down from five, and opened his eyes. He walked toward the door, still not looking at his burnt arm, inserted the key, and turned it.
*Click*
Freedom.
“Oh thank Celestia!” Traz silently said, he walked toward the wall with a daze. He seemed to have lost all his senses and his eyes seemed to have begun closing. He made a dash toward the wall before collapsing entirely. Down he fell, entering his dreams, for that was all he had in the hellhole she called “party”.
Author's Second Note: I wasn't sure how to describe this, "He struggled and he cried as he used his hoof to inch the key up the jar to the surface." I guess a better way to describe it, is say you got a like a brick that sank to the bottom of like a four foot big pool. And you trying not to get wet, lean on the side of the pool and dangle your arm in the pool. Your arm can't reach it but your fingertips can touch, so you ease the brick up the side of the pool so that your hand can fully grasp it and bring it up easier. That's pretty much what Traz was doing, but in a scalding hot syrup kind of thing.
