Title:           3
Author:          Hullfag
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First Edit:      Wednesday 6th of January 2016 06:15:46 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 6th of January 2016 06:55:04 PM CDT

Aaah, yes. Your eyes burned, your breathing was hard and painful, your left arm and leg screamed in agony with every heartbeat.
 
But you were in your bed, sleeping. The place where all the pain is thrown away, buried under the sheets, and you only have to focus on getting a good night of sleeping
 
 
 
Your phone alarm burst, as always, like a extremely loud rooster, but it wouldn't wake you up if you set it any lower. You instinctively stand up and follow the path to your desk to turn that devil off
 
Half way there, you smack your face into a wall, and fall down to your previous, sleeping position. You hear some objects hitting the floor, and short after, more mumbling, different from your curses and pain groans
 
There's another voice producing the typical morning curses. Everything's still to blurry and confuse to make you care. You start caring though, when the other person starts jumpingz yelling and ordering you
 
"What the hay is going on!? Who are you and what are you doing here!?"
 
Still too early to make you care much. Out of confusion and obligation, you start getting up and facing the annoyance
 
"Answer me right now or face the consequences!" The lights are on now, so you can clearly see you're not on your room. The thing yelling at you was... It is a blue creature, four legs. But it has one strange, huge eye, and its ears are united making an arch over its strange forehead protuberance.
 
Alright, it's a unicorn taking off its sleeping mask and earmuffs.
 
You want to produce a "uuuuh?" sound but your mouth is dry and your lips are glued together, so you just let it keep screaming
 
"What's that stupid face? I demand an explanation! Who are you, WHAT are you? And what are you doing on The Great and Powerful Trixie's Enchanted Chariot!?
You're after Trixie's secrets and treasures? I'll make you SCREAM IN AGONY, before letting your dirty hooves touch my belongings, you filthy thief"
 
This time, you have the strength to produce words: "What? I'm not... Where am I, who are you?
 
"I ask the questions here, you despicable burglar." You shake your head to remove all the dizziness left from your sleep. You observe your surroundings, this is the wood box you entered last night: wall and floor made of wood, it's a rather large space. It's coveted with a purple carpet with golden details, the walla are decorated with various posters with the same color thematic, there's a table, a desk at the end, and a bed to your left. The horse that was threatening you was probably the owner
 
The talking blue unicorn. For some reason, it had a long, stylized mane and it is wearing a pajama while it screams and commands you like your owner, on a reversed horse-rider roles situation
 
Early morning is not exactly your best moment for an interrogatory. "What the hell" and "This is weird as fuck" are the only responses you provide to the raging equine
 
"Enough! If you won't answer me, I'll take the answers from you" It start meacing you with the long, blue horn. You hold a chuckle, the horse is trying to poke you now. But instead of poking, the horn commences to glow, so you carefully start stepping  back