A True "Rarity"

It's all been lies. Everything from the past few days, past few fucking years! All of it! Falsified, untrue statements all meant to bring me here. A prison cell. Dirty, and rusted, no place to sit down, no place to eat. But nothing compares to the lack of contact. Yes its truly horrid. Nothing exists in my world except for myself and the vague memories I have of my past life. I can't even think straight. I always wondered what would happen when I finally lost control over myself. Losing my emotions in the past was simple. Now it's different. Insanity is the only emotion I have now honestly. I would have hatred for them. I should be spilling over with hatred, much like the blood of the six that I saw spill with my own eyes. But it wasn't really their blood. The only blood that was spilt was Spike's. He hadn't committed suicide. I slit his throat myself. I mutilated his body not to claim Rarity, but out of my own desires. Watching his flesh tear, hearing his bones snap, feeling his intestines and drinking his blood....I wanted to experience all of those things. I enjoyed his pain and suffering much like a foal enjoys suckling on a mother's teat. The nature of the things I've done, the things I still want to do, it felt natural.

Still does.

Did you hear that? Thats the one voice I still trust. The last thing I can confide in. Not just in this dungeon cell hybrid, but in all of Equestria. There's nopony I can call friend, nopony even worthy of a perfect society. I had so much to offer. But they.....they made the mistake of betraying me. They think I'm fucking retarded. I know it. I know I'm smarter then all the scholars they have. They were able to keep up that ruse of the killings of the mane six. I figured it out by the time Discord captured me. It was all a grandiose hallucination from the time spike was killed. I'm no alicorn. I'm a mortal unicorn. I never had wings to begin with.

And yet....they somehow felt so real.

Another lie. I can't even begin to contemplate how much time has really passed since my supposed transformation. It's pitiful. All the joy, all the happiness, appreciate; the false emotions I felt that day. My emotions used to control my actions. And my emotions were controlled too. I was a tool, an example of what happens to murders, the sick, the psychotic. An example of what happens to a pony when they do something wrong. We get treated like an infection. We get quarantined; until we heal, and "good" returns to our bodies. I'll die inside here before an ounce of good materializes. Anypony could tell that just by looking at the environment I'm in. As I gaze at my surroundings all there is, is this....decrepit room. Filled to the brim with rusting metallic floors, molding walls, devoid of sunlight or windows; yet empty of anything but hatred. What's worse is that I can't even make sense of how I got here. I have cuts on my coat, bruises on my hooves, but my horn is intact. A lack of memory but my mind functions perfectly. It's ironic. I can only assume this is part of the torture, maintaining my abilities but being unable to use them. What's worse is that its starting to get to me.

In the few times that I sleep I still dream of the non-existent past. I dream of the things I've done. Or what I think I've done. Now I'm not even sure if it was Discord who captured me. I could have been captured by little fillies for all I know.

"Fucking fillies!" I shouted for no apparent reason. I didn't care anymore. In fact....I may be better off without caring.

"Fucking fillies is fucking silly!" Somehow shouting slurs was amusing, even though I've always striven for an emotionless state of being.

"Fucking filly flank, colt, phallus, fuck, teat, penis, ffuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk!" Now it was getting out of hoof.

I let my body lose control at that point. I started convulsing, spasming, I even urinated on the floors, and defecated on the ground. Everything was happening at once. And just when I thought it was done, (or I was done rather) I vomited and slipped from my consciousness.

The amount of time it took me to awake was irrelevant. The fact that I had even regained consciousness was much more important. However I wasn't proud of myself for recovering. There were no triumphs to be had in this room. If I had died there would be no difference in my emotions. In fact death would provide me with an escape. Observing my chamber, I noticed much had changed in the hours or minutes since I passed out. The fumes from my excrement, and the excrement itself, were no longer. Icicles were starting to develop from the ceiling and it was a wonder I hadn't frozen to death. I would assume this as part of my torture but the "cleaning" of my space was to contradictory. Regardless of this paradox, somepony had to have gone in here, and managed to cool the room and remove the unsightliness.

Which means there is and exit of some sort.

I frantically started searching for a hidden compartment in the walls or the floor, but a tap of my hoof only proved they were solid as an oak. As I continued with my search I noticed something was.....out of place. The frost on the rusting floors and the icicles on the ceiling, they were far to symmetrical to be natural. They had to be produced out of magic. Perhaps this unicorn was hiding in plain sight? It is an....eccentric theory yet it is plausible. Fucking explains why there was no need to break off my horn. Being watched unknowingly is far more intimidating then losing my magical abilities. Whoever decided to let me keep my horn.....they made a grave decision.

My eyes searched the room for a sign of life, but the there was nothing to be found in the cold, cruel interior of the room. Theoretically, if this pony was watching me from inside this room, surely they would panic if I made it obvious that I knew of their existence.

Or if his life was threatened.

I concentrated on my horn for the first time in years (days, weeks, time didn't matter anymore.) and my horn still had it's fiery glow. As I trotted to my corner of the room (I was attracted to this particular corner by some unknown force) I waited to hear hoofsteps, but all I heard was the low pitched hum that emanated from my horn. I was careful not to slip on the patches of ice on the floor, and when I was finally backed up in my corner; I shot a jet of flame into the opposing wall. Despite the cold air the wall and it's mold ignited, and the temperature of the room slowly started to rise. The flames massacred the ice and frost; and were starting to consume the room. If I was wrong about my incredulous thought I would certainly die. I accepted that. Moreover, it wasn't difficult to do so. I suppose that was the odd part of my decision.

The flames crept over the midway point of the room, and I started to sweat. I never realized how small this room truly was. At this rate the oxygen in the room would be used up from the flames and I would suffocate.

How pleasant. I'll die of asphyxia and be cremated right after; very efficient.

As my thought passed a green glow manifested directly in front of me. So there was another unicorn in here after all. His attention was now on the flame instead of his apparent cloaking spell; and he was attempting to put out the flames. He was wearing the typical royal guard helmet and armor, and had a shiny black mane that contrasted with his white coat. Without a second thought I plunged my horn into his neck and he screamed. After I pulled out I stabbed him again, this time through his neck and up into his cheek.

"AAAAAHHHHGGGG!!" He still managed to shout even with my horn in his mouth. Incredible.

With a quick shake of my horn I managed to snap his neck and the screams stopped. I pulled out my horn one final time, and he dropped. As his motionless head lay limp on my face, I could see the flames through the fresh, bloody, hole in his neck; and they were getting closer. I was surely going to die now.

Unless you're already dead.

Now why would you think that?

I didn't know why.

The intense heat of the flames I had created received my attention, and I looked, in the small amount of space that was left, for some sort of exit. I knew my attempts were in vain and I nearly gave up. But my subconscious mind kept me alive.

What if the only way in, or out of the room was through teleportation?

Only a unicorn would be able to move to these rooms, which would explain the unicornian guard, as well as my unconscious arrival into this damned room.

It was to make sure I would have no idea of where to warp out to.

The flames rose higher and higher, and they seemed to suggest to me that now, rather then later would be the best time to exit. Perhaps the flaws of my mental state weren't as bad as I previously thought. The guard's blood was starting to boil, and his flesh began to cook.

That smell.....aaahhhhh....it was lovelier then any flower or perfume I had ever known of. I looked at the hunk of burning meat before me and closed my eyes. I felt my horn ignite again and with a leap of faith, I teleported out of the room.

As I re-materialized I checked if any of my appendages were fused into the walls, or if I was conjoined with anypony else. Thankfully there was nopony to be found, and my body was all together. However, my brain will always be in an obscure state compared to my seemingly normal body. I started to observe my surroundings, and the apparent hallway I had ventured into was not so different from my recent space of confinement. The only contrast being the few cells that littered the hallway, and the torches that provided an insufficient amount of light. Never in my life had I seen such a place like this. Equestria was known to have only one prison, the dungeons that remained in the Canterlot castle. I know this isn't Canterlot. This place is far too metallic to be used by royalty. Had to be designed within recent years for it to be rusting.

Years. You can't use time as a factor in your thoughts. It's unreliable.

You can no longer trust then, only now.

I looked at the cells around me once more, and noticed there were ponies inside them. Some were laying on the ground resting, while a few others were clopping. I heard the scuffle of hooves and turned to my right. A brown colored colt with a brown mane was in the cage. He had an hour glass for a cutie mark and light blue eyes.

"You got out huh? Guess that means I'll be gone too."

And as soon as he said that, he faded into oblivion. How odd. He appeared to be an earth pony not a unicorn, so just how did he do that?

"Look! Somepony got out!" Another colt shouted.

"Run you foal run!" I heard from another corner.

They would incriminate me if they continued to shout this loud. And they did. A plethora of guards came from both sides (I must have counted twenty at least) and they surrounded me. I was knocked to the ground by an unseen hoof, and it was a miracle I wasn't trampled. On the other hoof, I was being beaten by these so called "royal" guards.

"Quick! Somepony bring me a hammer!" I heard from one of the guards. I couldn't tell which one it was.

My ears perked up at that and I knew they were going to break my horn. I knew I can't lose my source of power. I Focused my magic, and spun all the tumblers and locks of the surrounding area. Before I could even give the now freed ponies some sort of dramatic battle cry, they lunged at the guards with a ferocity. I believed the guards had a chance at first, but more and more ponies were flowing from every which way, just to participate and enjoy the fight. Wasn't even a fucking fight anymore, it was a slaughter. I had seen at most thirty guards after I opened those cell doors, but I counted over one hundred prisoners. The guards were having their skulls bashed in, as well as being punctured by several horns. I peered down the left end of the bloody hallway, and silently exited the scene.

As I ventured further and further, there were no longer any torches on the walls, and I had to rely on my own lighting. I concentrated my magic, and a white glow slowly illuminated the room. What I saw was far worse then the battle I had just participated in. The walls were just as rusty, but they had one additional detail. Blood. Specks, and splatters filled the walls, and the cells.....they were far worse. They were filled with mutilated bodies, some were alive, and others were long gone. Intestines and organs coated the floor, and deformed faces stared back at me from their eternal homes.

I looked ahead to see where the next torch would be, but there were no more. I turned back to the cells, and the ponies were gone. They were barren and empty, like the rest of the hallway. I took a deep breath, and continued to march on. I passed a few more cells, and there appeared to be one final cage. I presumed it to be empty like the others, but then I heard....weeping. I peered inside, and there was a pink pony with a drooping mane. I couldn't see her cutie mark entirely, but it seemed to resemble a balloon. The rest of her flank was freshly cut. I didn't spot any blood dripping from her side, which was quite contradictory to the severity of her wound. Before I could examine her any further, she rose her head and looked right through me.

"My name is Pinkie Pie." She said in a distorted, sing songy voice. I could only answer with a simple hello.

"And I'm here to say, I'm gonna make you smile!" An excessive grin started to form on her face. I was grateful for the steel bars that separated us.

"And I will brighten up your day, it doesn't matter now....if you are sad or blue....cuz cheering up my friends (she somehow managed to acquire a butcher's blade in her hooves) is just what Pinkie's here to do!" She brandished the blade for me to see, and then dug it into her right flank.

"Cuz I love to make you smile, smile, smile!" She started to twist the blade, and her cutie mark was completely unrecognizable.

"Yes I do!" She ripped out the bloody piece of metal carelessly, and she finally began to bleed.

"It fills my heart with sunshine all the while! Yes it does!" She started hyper ventilating and I pondered not only if she would collapse, but also why I couldn't stop watching her suffer.

"Cuz all I really need is a smile, smile, smile from these happy friends of mine!" Chains flew out of the corners of the room into her body, and suspended her midair. The hooks on the ends of the five chains were tugging on her skin, and she was developing wrinkles. Her skin was slowly tearing, although she didn't produce any tears of her own.

"All I really need is a smile, smile, smile from these happy friends of mine!" The chains seemed to move in acknowledgement. I suppose those were the friends she kept referring too.

"Smile!" One chain ripped off her right hoof with a large amount of force.

"Smile!" Her left hoof came off with clean precision, compared to the first chain.

"Smile!" The third chain slowly, almost reluctantly pulled off her left flank.

"Smile!" Her remaining hind hoof flew off with speed comparable to the wonderbolts.

"SMILE!" Her head was pulled off and nearly burst.

"Come on and SMILE!" The walls started to leak blood, and the room began to fade away.

COME ON AND SMILE!

"NOOO!" I shouted. I opened my eyes and the corridor was back to normal. A patch of light had also appeared further ahead. I recollected myself and listened for any more voices. I didn't hear any.

After walking for a few silent minutes, I finally found what seemed to be two doors; and six glass windows. This are of the prison was in a slightly better condition then the other decay filled rooms. The doors were wooden, and the floor was a lively silver; while the glass panes each had a word and a drawing etched in them.

HONESTY KINDNESS LAUGHTER GENEROSITY LOYALTY MAGIC

I had seen these same windows before in my limited visits to Canterlot as a foal. Underneath the traditional Equestrian lettering of each window was a painting of the current bearers of the elements of harmony. I can only imagine this is the rehabilitory slogan of the jail. I pushed open the doors, and a gust of wind nearly knocked me over; in addition to the blinding desert sunlight. My eyes still hadn't adjusted from the darkness of incarceration, and whats worse is that the sun is at its peak in the sky. After a few moments the sun had its "normal" effect on me, and I was able to see once again. Praise Celestia. My new desert environment was surprisingly monochrome, nothing but sand, sand everywhere.

Turning back around, I gazed at the enormity of my former home. With it's rather large windows, and brick exterior, it looked more like a factory then anything else. I took several steps back, and my horn was set aglow. I was facing the general direction of the massive building, and an equally massive flame started to depart from my horn. As it made contact with the structure, the faux brick exterior instantly burst into flame (very cheaply made indeed), and windows began to crack under the intense heat. As the fire spread the face of the building was consumed, and I could hear a few shouts from inside the jail. None of those prisoners will escape. I wonder if they realize it. Except for that one earth pony who left earlier. I'm not even sure I can call him an earth pony considering the feat he pulled off.

I put my back to the ball of flame, and started to walk in the opposite direction, into the heart of the desert. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. My basic needs were satisfied (as I was free now) but my....complex side was still yearning for something more. Answers; that's what it needs. It's time to search for the truth.