Darke Life

I was led to a couch in the living room (a pretty big one at that), with red velvet seat covers and matching throw pillows. The walls were baby blue with baby pink spider webs painted on them, and some sloppy writing painted on the wall in the far corner. Even squinting, I couldn’t read it. But it made me miss my sister Riley.

“Amber?”

“Yeah?”

I hesitated a moment before turning to speak to her. “D-Do you know how I can get home?”

Her face turned red as if she wasn’t sure how to answer, then she hung her head low to let her face be covered by her mane. “I’m not sure if I can do that. I’m not even sure what your name is.”

“Trevor Gunner.”

She slowly held her hooves out and grabbed onto my wrist. “Trevor?”

“Yes Amber?” I smiled warmly, and her face turned a little redder.

“Do you think you can sleep with me tonight? I-I get scared sometimes…” She looked up with her big red eyes tearing up, blushing around her cheeks; her hooves were even getting warmer around my hand.

D’awwwwww.

Damn it brain. She’s not even the same species as me.

Damn it body. Neither are kittens and they’re still adorable.

Shut up.

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“I guess so. Show me the way.” I slightly chuckled, and she hung her head back down, trotting to a dark room down the hall.

She nodded in time to my footsteps, her mane bobbing with her. I noticed she had what appeared to be a fire tattoo on her upper back thigh. “What’s that?” I softly poked it, and she flinched. I noticed the skin around that was slightly cooked, as well as the other parts of her body I’d seen earlier.

“It’s a long story.” Her eyes showed no emotion; she didn’t even turn her head as she glanced into my eyes. “And I hardly know you.”

“Maybe we can change that.” I picked her up and set her on my shoulders, holding onto her legs and walking the rest of the way to her bedroom.

Damn it brain. Why did I have to say it like that? Now it’s just flirting. With a horse.

She shook her head and placed her chin on my head, her soft breaths hitting my forehead. It had a weird calming effect. I stared at the bed, a gothic-styled rosewood bed that seemed hand-carved. Err, hoof-carved. The bedsheets, covers, and comforter were all pure white, the pillows were black and there was a baby-blue gingham plaid duvet. It had different animals along the end, all looking tucked in and cozy.

“That’s cute, where’d you get that?” I gestured to the duvet. Amber stood up on my shoulders and catapulted herself onto the bed.

“My sister made it for me when I was still a filly.” She threw her Transformers T-shirt off and into the corner, where it whacked into the wall and slid into a clothes basket. She had bloody bandages wrapped all around her chest, over one shoulder and up half her neck. It even trailed off to her waist. What the hell happened to her?

“Sister? You act like you’re an only child.” I cocked my head slightly, then took my place on the bed next to her.

Oh sh-

“Your clothes are still wet! What are you doing on my bed?!” She narrowed her eyes slightly and stood up, pushing me onto the floor.

“I forgot! Humans like me get used to something the longer they’re around it.” I spat in reply, standing up. “Ugh. How am I going to get clean clothes in Ponyville?”

She seemed to think a moment, then slammed onto my chest in a crazy burst of speed. Amber then leaped over my face and galloped down the hall, out of sight.

I sighed and started running after her. “Oh come on Amber! I just got comfy!”

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I managed to get lost in about five seconds. Looking around though, I guess that was easy to do. The hallways must’ve been a hundred feet long each, with many different doors to different rooms.

“Amber! Where are you?” I cried out, cupping my hands around my mouth.

No response.

The smartest thing to do at this point was guess. There was a staircase down what seemed to be the longest hall of all, and I decided it was a good guess. Climbing over the banister, I slipped.

“HOOOOOLYYYY SHHHHHH-“ I must’ve fallen down three flights of stairs. When I came to contact the cold concrete floor, I heard a sickening snap. Instantly I started shuddering. “O-O-Ohh God…” I started lifting myself up to see my disfigured hand, oozing blood at the wrist and two fingers.

“Hey!” I heard an unfamiliar voice yell at me, with Amber snickering behind him. “I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I’m working on very delicate experiments down here and I will not have your interruptions! Now stop bleeding on my nice clean floor and shut up!”

Geez. Who peed in his Cheerios this morning?

“It’s alright Crash. He’s a friend of mine, Trevor.” I looked up to see a black colt with huge wings, looming over me, with Amber to his side. One of her hooves was around his shoulder, the other on his belly.

Crash was above average size of a pony. He had charred black skin, greenish-blue glowing eyes with no pupils, and purple bloody wings. His chest heaved with anger, but a few moments of staring at me and it stopped. He threw Amber off of him, and into the darkness; so dark I couldn’t even see where she went. Crash started muttering to himself, throwing piles of papers and glass beakers onto the floor.

“Where is it… where is it…” He grabbed a grenade launcher off the shelf. I suddenly realized he had a Russian accent.

I had no time to watch him be crazy. “What the hell?! Where did you just throw Amber?”

He turned back with hate in his eyes. “Stay out of it. Your pathetic mind couldn’t comprehend.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, taking a few steps closer to him. “How dare you…” Suddenly a black hole appeared in the wall, and Amber trotted out gleefully.

“Hey everypony! Wassup?” She had a stoned attitude about her, and a soda in her hoof. “Man, you oughta be down to Sugar Rush’s bar at this hour. They ran out of soda so she started serving Heart Attack’s Patented Sugar Energy Drinks.” She sipped the “soda” and jolted, losing her balance and falling over.

Crash and I stared at each other for a moment, then ran to her side. “Amber!” I stared at the spilled drink. It was hot pink, with navy blue and a bit of yellow mixed in, along with some sprinkles and candy charms, half dissolved. As soon as it hit the floor, it evaporated.

“What did you drink?” I stared at her, and she licked her lips, closing her eyes and laughing.

“Miracles in a bottle! Awwww yeah.” She laughed again, then looked sick. “I shouldn’t be drinking that shit.” Amber slowly climbed out of my arms and wobbled her way across the room. She hit her head on the wall, then slumped to the floor.

I stared at Crash. “How often does she…?” He shook his head.

“If I were you, I would be much more worried about your disfigured appendage. Come here and I will fix you.” I slowly walked to him, and he started wrapping my hand.

Amber got up suddenly, her mane looking slightly puffier. She took the grenade launcher and smiled, not looking any bit different than she had when she’d jumped over my head earlier.

“Alright! Who’s ready for some fun?!” She yelled, laughing maniacally. Even Crash looked scared.

“W-Why does she have a grenade launcher?”

Crash replied, “I think the better question is why is she pointing it at us?!”

Yeah, I weird chapter. But over time, things will be explained. (Pssh. Maybe.)