AiE: Chapter 2-Informal Encounter

________Continued from AiE 1-Hunted___________

 

As you nearly stumble into the all white room, the door slams behind you. The loud noise gets you to turn your head back.

You rush over and *click* lock the deadbolt

You’re safe

For now

As you walk around the room you call out for assistance

“Hello? Is anyone there…please help!”

No one rejoins

You keep looking around for maybe another door or hall but you find nothing

You look for any windows or stairs…again, no luck but you do hear something

It’s faint

It doesn’t have a source, it surrounds you

Slowly it’s building

A dull hum

Getting louder

You cover your ears

It keeps getting louder and louder

The room begins to light up- you shield your eyes leaving your ears exposed

The bright lights, the noise, and now the room is shaking-violently

Your body wasn’t ready

You begin to throw up, but nothing comes out

You’re stumbling, blinded, deaf- you curl up into a tight ball on the floor, hoping for it to go away

Finally, at the cresendo- the lights dim and the noise cuts out. No more shaking.

After a minute of waiting in the fetal position you deem it safe to get up-big mistake

The lights flash back on, the drone is louder, and the room shakes more violently than ever before… in all the commotion you black out.

 

 

Your eyes burst open to another blinding light, this one is more natural though, the sun…

Off in the distance you hear some shouting: even if they are coming after you, you at least have your hearing… you noticed the shaking has stopped to.

In fact, you notice a lot- you aren’t in that room anymore

A quick scan of your surroundings shows that you are in a barn: the light coming in from a hole in the room…and the second floor… you hold your back and feel it bruised

“was that me that put that hole up there?” you mutter to yourself

You try to push off the ground to get up, only to find yourself on a pile of hay.

The shouting gets louder- it isn’t angry shouting- more like a tone of concern

Still frightened from your run in with the school kids, you decide to burrow down into the hay stack- you are too disoriented and scared to care about pieces of straw getting all over your clothes.

By the time you finished nestling into the pile, the barn door’s latch is lifted and is thrown open: you see it, but you don’t believe it… a small pony, no higher than your knee stands centered in the frame.

Your mind races

“how did that pony open that door…” you think

the filly calls out “hello?”

filly calls out

calls out

a pony just spoke

“I must be dreaming” you whisper to yourself

the red haired pony whips her head around-she heard something

off the wall of the barn the pony grabs a pitch fork in it’s mouth- it’s a bit thrown off by the weight, but it quickly adjusts, holding it in a war-like manner.

“comf outh” she sputters, the farm tool obstructs her mouth, “I know ya’ in ere thomewhere”

Your mind is racing: “If I come out, she’ll kill me, if I hide, she’ll find me…then kill me!”

Not to many options, thanks for staying optimistic brain…

You opt to plead to the filly, maybe…just maybe it can understand you

“Please” you meekly reply, “don’t hurt me”

as you mutter the words you stand up, exposing yourself from the hay stack

the little pony screams

shrieks

wails, like a banshee

“ ista’ alien! Kill it, kill it!” she cries as she runs out of the barn dropping the rusted farm tool to the hard dirt floor.

“Whoa there sugarcube” you hear, the filly stops a little outside the barn

You can hear another voice, one from a much older sounding thing, maybe a person?

The shadow from the mystery being confirms the opposite, it’s just another talking pony

Just another talking pony

…

Except this one is bigger-now, you are really scared.

“Applejack, this weird monkey thang that’s a hiding was what fell into the barn-it tried ta eat me, but I esca-“

“Calm down there ya’ silly filly, let me see what you are yammerin’ about!”

Both of them enter the barn, but by this time you had slithered back into the stack of hay, hoping the little one would forget where you were.

“He was right on that there hay stack AJ!”

the tension makes you shake with fear

you are almost catatonic, with each step closer you shake more

“I see something  a movin’ applebloom, stay here while I take a looksee.”

In your mind you are as good as dead

That little pony tried to attack me with a pitchfork, who knows what this one would do, bust my head in with it’s hoof? - you’re eyes are watering up-it’s judgment day for you

Through the pieces of hay you see the blond pony approach you- she starts pulling the hay away, exposing your face to both of them

“Mother of Celestia, what is that!”

now you start to plead

“God don’t hurt me please, I didn’t mean to hurt your barn orscareapplebloomorcauseanytrouble and…” you are rambling off apology after apology after apology

Applejack, the big orange one, is taken aback by your ability to speak

“well I’ll be, it can talk! It looks like this’n is no dummy… come on out from in there”

you quickly follow her order, not wanting to anger this thing- applebloom jumps back- you are taller then both had imagined.

“ My goodness, what in tarnation are ya’?”

you try to say your name but you are too terrified to be coherent.

“Well? I said what are ya’, aren’t you gonna answer me?”

“I-I-I’m A-Anon” you mumble

“I can’t hear ya’ sugarcube!”

“I’m Anon” you say with more gusto

“I’ve never heard of an Anon before, have you applebloom?”

“I’m not an Anon, I am Anon- it’s my name. I’m a human being!”

“That’s a mighty weird thing to be if you ask me AJ” grumbles applebloom

You’re starting to think maybe the big one won’t hurt you, but you have your eyes trained on this…applebloom

“ That’s no way to treat our guest here applebloom, you tell Big Mac that I’m on my way to twilight's, I think she’ll be able to help out this… human…bean”

“being” you utter

“Fine” Applebloom hisses as she heads back to the field

“We’ll have you fixed up, acquainted, and cleaned in no time Anon, follow me to see Twilight, she’ll be able to answer a lot of questions that I’m assuming ya’ have, oh and by the way, you can call me Applejack, Aj for short.”

Applejack heads out of the barn and starts towards a long path towards a small town

Twilight could answer your questions, questions… you had a hundred, no a thousand…scratch that, a million. The pain in your back and being in such a strange land puts you in no position to protest or complain- you follow Applejack down the dirt path into the outskirts of the village albeit a good twenty steps behind…just in case.

 

End of Chapter 2