Willow Tree Asylum

        Confusion drifted about, as the dark, grey, clouds moved ominously above the janitor and Capture Shot. “huh, I thought the thunderstorm was supposed to happen on Tuesday?” The janitor responded without eye contact "Weather moves on its own here." Capture Shot was shocked on the inside but pretended not to care; for the janitor's sake. He tried to brighten the janitor’s hopes on a new topic. “Tell me more about you working at the asylum.” Capture Shot commented again, but the janitor just sat there uninterested by the question that he was given. “Listen, I know you miss your brother, and seeing Stereo Note didn't help but right now, its up to you to gather up some courage, and get Sky Streak back. what do ya say?!” the janitor turned his head slightly "Kid, if you were in my position you would be doing the same thing, you can't break pain, unless time passes. and unfortunately the wounds that murderer left are scars." The thunder roared in the distance. “ oh I see, You're a coward!” Capture Shot yelled. The remark bursted throughout the entire courtyard, and sent echoes back toward both of them. But the janitor did not move or flinch. Capture Shot began to cringe under all of the stress and ignorance that was being developed; when he could not take the pressure anymore, he trotted to the janitor and took a swing of the hoof to his stomach, the janitor took a big gasp of air, and immediately fell to the ground curling up like a ball. “My best friend is inside that room with a maniac, and the most you can do at this moment is sit on the ground and think about things that have already passed; you’re such a filly, now if you will excuse me I have to go help my friend.” Capture Shot got to his hooves and began galloping. The janitor did not move or yell in agony instead he opened his eyes to see that the Capture Shot left his camera. “Well spoken, well spoken indeed. But the janitor did not get up; he tried to hold in the tears of his brother’s death but he could not any longer. He began to sob and cry, as he did the thunderstorm approached and brought a downpour, which soaked him to the bones and sent multiplying chills down his spine.

   Capture Shot began to stop because he now realized that his adrenaline had gotten to the better of him, and controlled his mind. The camera pony stopped in front of the door and sat on his flank, sobbing. “Why, why did this have to happen to the nicest stallion in all of Equestria? Oh dear celestia, why? The camera pony began to reminisce over the faint and dull memories that meant the most in the predicament they have encountered. Capture Shot could do nothing but sit there, petrified of when the horrendous torture will befall upon Sky Streak.

Stereo Note trotted slowly towards his chair by the hearth. Sky Streak looked at him with curiosity, and saw the reflection of the fire in his eyes. “Tell me how you got here stereo note.” He remained silent. “Please, tell me” Stereo Note brought his hoof to his face and motioned to speak.

     The janitor let the cold, hard, drops fall on his face as punishment. He thought to shroud himself in a dark depression until the rain froze him to into an eternal sleep. He was beginning to close his eyes for the last time and take his last breaths. He no longer felt any cold sensations in his body, instead it was a warm invitation to the next world he needed to encounter. “Now you can finish your task Stereo Note, mine has been fulfilled.” he slowly whispered as he left Equestria.

         Capture Shot raced back to the courtyard where he had left the fearful janitor behind. But came back only to see a lifeless corpse curled upon the grass. Capture Shot rushed straight to the janitor’s neck; to make sure he still had a pulse, but the janitor he once knew was long gone, and now there was no hope for his soul as well. The asylum bells rang which told the camera pony that it was still in the dark grey evening. The bells gave off an eerie ring at the end, which could send shivers down any ponies back. But it gave him release from his stress now he could focus on the main mission; Getting his best friend back.

      He slowly dragged the carcass to a closet nearby and set him gently onto a shelf, He turned to see that the clouds have disappeared suddenly and brought in a blinding sunlight. “What, but it was just raining a minute ago?” He was very confused and stunned to see sunlight; it felt like it had been days since he had seen it. The warmth and glow was what he longed for in this dark grey place.

   The bell gave its final ring, and the silence that had rung his ears before, was now back to torture his mind. A thought aroused in his brain which disturbed the silence; maybe there is a way back to the cell. He glanced at the door in front of him; it read "Kitchen" He opened the door slightly to get a quick glimpse of what was inside. But the horrific smell had beaten his sight. He instantly began to gag as he wandered about the kitchen, his vision had taken control as his senses returned  he spotted 9 dead corpses on top of one another. He hoofed his mouth because he had felt a sickening feeling in his stomach, which he had tried to contain. But the sickness became too overwhelming; Capture Shot kneeled and threw his fluids on the dead ponies. Capture Shot clenched his stomach as he fell to the ground and began to breathe softly. He laid there for a few minutes he knew he had to get out. But just then he felt the tug of a body, he instantly screamed;  shortly after he then fell silent and listened, he could hear the moaning of some pony. “Hold on!” he began digging his hooves at the lifeless bodies, ripping at flesh it didn't matter to him, he just needed to hear some pony's voice. Capture Shot just kept scratching until he reached a pony with her eyes still open.

Capture Shot lifted her from hiding, she was wearing a fancy outfit, Her eyes shinned a brilliant color of orange; they flickered back and forth as she was shivering . “Who did this to you?”the pony mumbled a few words that were not understandable. "speak!" he screamed, she broke out with a shaky answer “Don’t trust the one who composed the melody.” She closed her eyes and deceased from consciousness.

  He laid her gently back from his hooves onto the ground. “The one who composed the melody.”