Title:           Chrysalis sucks at making titles: Intro
Author:          StupidAnon
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First Edit:      Saturday 22nd of November 2014 10:30:25 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 7th of March 2015 04:58:44 AM CDT

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> You stir to the feeling on something wet upon your face.
> An annoying tap that trickles down your forehead and cheek.
> You open your eyes slowly.
 
> You are in a room of some sort, fragile light filtering from above.
> Huddled shapes congregate in groups of twos and threes.
> Only their occasional whimper betraying their living nature.
 
> You reach out to the ground at your side and feel moist dirt and stone.
> Looking up, another drop of wetness in your eye.
> It smells of wet earth and moss.
> Wooden planks make up the ceiling, broken boards letting a flickering light through.
 
> A door opens above, and the figures in the room with you go rigid and quiet.
> Foot steps.
> "Eleven, what is the meaning of this!"
> Somewhere above, you hear someone leap up and something fall over.
> "My queen!"
 
> The footsteps become an impatient titter, before dying.
> They sound off, wrong.
> The pounding behind your eyes made it hard to focus on it.
> "Eight told me you returned with only four today, when I said I wanted five."
> "Aaa, yes. B-but there is a reason for that, I would not shirk my duti-"
> "Silence!"
 
> A stomp shakes the floor, water shaking itself from the wood.
> The walking begins again, but this time it is louder, larger.
> It moves towards the center of the room, and then begins walking in a circle.
> "You are mine! You do what I say!"
> The figures in the dark huddle together and shake in fear.
 
> "M-my queen, please. I-i found a strange creature, it took me the rest of the day to bring it back."
> You can hear smaller steps moving away from the screaming voice.
> "Oh. Well, that makes everything better." The voice walks back towards the far edge of the room, from wence it came.
> " Bring them to me after dinner. You had best hope your novel find is useful to me, Eleven."
> Nothing more is said.
> You feel your mind start to drift again.
> You sleep.
 
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> You are Thirteen, changling ofcourse.
> You lean in the stair's doorway as soon as Chrysallis closes the door behind her with the grace of restrained rage.
> Once her footsteps are no longer to be heard, you chitter.
> "You seem to have a way with your words, Eleven."
 
> It takes a moment for your hivekin to register your worlds, which he does angrily.
> "S-shut up, I'm still getting used to this talking thing."
> You roll your eyes.
"Only you could make a tribulation out of talking."
 
> The glower Eleven gives you is enough to move the topic forward.
> "Look, just. Help me get these ponies cleaned up so they are presentable."
> He nudges you aside as he walks down the circle stairway to the room below.
"What about that 'thing' you found, hmmmm? Are you going to show me your imaginary friend?"
 
> Eleven grunts as he pushes the heavy wooden door open to the basement.
> Whether it was from the weight of the massive door, or your snide comment, you haven't a clue.
> You follow him though, as the presentation of the captives were as much your duties as his.
 
> "It's not im- you know what, just take a look for yourself, in the corner."
> Eleven sparks his horn alight and gestures to the far right corner.
> You do so, letting him deal with cleaning up the fearful and tearsome ponies.
 
> With him on the other side of the room however, this corner is still dark.
> You see... Something for sure.
> You light your own horn.
 
> Oh.
> Wow.
> Ok.
> Maybe Eleven really was being honest about having to drag a strange creature back.
 
> Long appendages, a pair side by side on one end, and then two matching pairs on opposite sides.
> A head too, on the last free side of the thing's main body.
> Or atleast you thought it was a head, it looked to have a tangled and matted mane of somesort.
 
> Something strange about its head though, an odd mark.
> You walk up to it and place a hoof on its forehead, rubbing the blackish mark.
> It's sticky.
> You bring your hoof to your face.
> Oh, that's blood.
 
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> Blood tends to be a bad thing, atleast when you wanted something to be alive.
> You hurried trot past Eleven and go back upstairs to grab a few clothes and a bucket of water.
> Comming back down, he smirks at you.
> "What's wrong, get scared?"
 
"No, I'm trying to clean up its wounds. You left the thing bleeding down here idiot."
> Eleven loses his bravado and goes back to cleaning up the tied up ponies for their 'royal audience'.
> A jade glow encompasses your cloth, and you begin wiping the creatures head.
> The blood is quickly removed, and you take a breath of relief as you uncover the wound itself.
> Just a small cut where the things mane parted.
 
> You discard the bloodied rag and use a new cloth, and dip a new rag into your bucket.
> The wet cloth lifts the dirt and whatever blood remained with ease.
> You find another suprise however as you move down its neck.
 
> It's covered literally from head to hoof in clothes.
> That made things easy for you, less to clean.
> You simply took your last cloth with your magic and brushed its clothes clean.
> As you finish your dusting however, your concentration breaks as the thing stirs.
 
> You hop back, your wings buzzing and floating you a good five feet away from the thing.
> It doesn't jump up or scream though, it just moans and opens its eyes.
 
> Oh.
> Those eyes are not animal like at all.
> They strain and focus, sweeping the room slowly before resting on you.
> You can't help but give a toothy smile.
> Oh, it responded to that!
> Its pupils shrink and its chest heaves with a sharp inhale.
 
> You remind yourself that the thing has both pairs of hooves tied, and saunter up to the thing.
> Does it even know how to talk?
"A terrible night to get lost in the woods you know. You should be glad, me finding you and all."
> It opened its mouth, but closed it again and stared.
> You stared back.
 
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> "A terrible night to get lost in the woods you know. You should be glad, me finding you and all."
> You finally remember you're name, you're Anon.
> Also, you are silently freaking out.
> Before you can make make a total (and possibly dead) fool of yourself, you shut your mouth before you scream.
 
> "H-hey, I was the one who found it, not you!"
> You lean a bit to look around the thing that was talking to you to see the other thing that was talking.
> It was also a thing.
 
> A thing you didn't know.
> Not known, like where you were.
> Infact, not knowing seemed to apply to almost everything in your current situation.
> You try to clear your eyes with your forearm, and try to know atleast whats talking to you.
> Oh dear, it just gave you a toothy smile.
> It even chuckles to itself, taking a step closer and resting a flat-tipped appendage on you.
> You squirm a bit, and realize then that your arms and legs are tied together.
 
> " You seem confused, haven't you ever seen a Changling before?"
> You open your mouth to speak, but quickly bite your lip to carefully formulate a response.
"A what?"
> It gently shoves you back into the wall and laughs again.
> "Wonderful! Did you hear that Eleven, maybe she won't tan your Chitin after all."
> The other thing... Changling, that you assume is called Eleven, seemingly beams and puffs up its chest.
> "Well ofcourse she won't. I am nothing but a wonderful servant to the Queen. Speaking of, I believe it is nearing audience time for our cap- guests."
 
> Despite the horrid headache, you don't miss his verbal presdigitation.
> As if the situation itself couldn't explain that you were a captive and not a guest.
> Your airheaded self-commentary winds down as you ponder what he said.
> Then the fear comes back, running down your spine.
> "I guess it is. We should hurry then." The one nearest you sighs and leans forward to you.
> You're suddenly very aware of the vicious looking protusion comming out of its head.
 
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> You don't really know how to respond to what happens next.
> The horn shimmers with a green aura, and you feel the ropes on your leg shifting.
> Looking down you see that a length of rope now extends between each foot.
> The changling lifts its head and looks at you expectantly.
> You comply and get up, following up the stairs.
> Eleven follows behind you, with three eerily quiet figures behind him.
 
 
> Going about the corridors you try to keep your breathing calm.
> You seem to be in some sort of Castle, or fortress.
> The walls are made of stone, covered in ivy and moss.
> The roof is made of wood, but leaks seem common place.
> The place has been abandoned for years.
> Except for the these strange four legged changling things.
 
> Actually, they look a lot like little horses, you note.
> Suspiciously like unicorns even.
> Other than for the holes that dotted their bodies, and the sheen of their chitin.
 
> You spend a good two minutes lost in your thoughts and observations.
> It's actually quite calming, you almost forget you're bound and being led to some sort of meeting with royalty.
> Almost.
> Before you can completely surrender to your thoughts, the Changling infront of you stops.
 
> Twin steel door loom over you.
> Eleven steps up one of the doors and braces itself against it.
> "Thirteen?" it says quietly with a nod to the other door.
> The other changling complies and braces against its own door.
> Then the sound of old steel fills your ears, as the doors are pushed open.
 
> The room on the otherside has a tattered carpet that runs down its middle to a throne.
> Sitting on it is no doubt the queen that Eleven had mentioned earlier.
> She was much larger than the two who had brought you here though.
> That wasn't what disturbed you though.
> It was the florescent green sacs that had that effect on you.
 
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> You stare in awe -- albiet a perverse and some what stomach-chruning one -- at the surreal mess green for a time.
> Enough to lose your train of thought again, until a firm press against your back brings you back on the rails.
> Thirteen comes to stand beside you, showing a toothy grin as she curiously eyes your expression.
> Maybe you should dissent, turn around and run through the corridors in some vain hope you find the exit.
 
> You couldn't; you're too overwhelmed.
> Not by fear exactly, just by everything.
> The background buzz of your mind trying to make sense of whats happening leaves you too drained to be motivated.
 
> The other ponies have already been led ahead by Eleven, to the foot of the throne where the monarch stands to loom over them.
> "Dear little ponies, you seem so scared." Her voice lingers into a long drawn out sigh.
> Eleven takes it as a que to push one of the three captives forward, who akwardly tries to kneel with its head low.
 
> The queen however raises the ponies head with a hoof, looking it in the eyes.
> It shivvers and whimpers.
> "That is no way to introduce yourself to a queen. What is your name?"
> You hear the breaths of the little pony grow flustered and labored.
> "I-i-i'm Hopscotch."
 
> "Is that so? I am Chrysallis, though you seem to know that already."
> The queen sits back in her seat again, crossing on leg over the other as she continues her aloof unraveling of each ponies' life story.
> It takes a good hour, in which time Thirteen has nudged you to one of the large stone benches that lined the walls.
> The captives become slightly more animated as they answer, the remembrance of elsewhere taking the edge off of their anexiety.
> One by one however their accounting of their lives finishes.
> The apparently bravest of the three rubs their front hooves together.
> "C-can we go home now?"
 
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> The amused expression drops from Chrysallis' face, and the other two ponies edge away from their friend.
> Then suddenly the queen laughs, and leans down to gently rub the brave mare's head.
> All three are taken by suprise.
> "Why, ofcourse. I merely got lonely and wanted some company. You really shouldn't believe those nasty lies someponies say."
> Shakily they all smile and nod at Chrysallis, making real direct eye contact for the first time.
 
> You hear a strange fizzle a light green aura surrounds the three, then retreats into their eyes.
> Then with a subtle pop its gone, each pony suddenly trying to find its balance and looking confused.
> They soon look eyes with the queen once more, and go rigid.
> Their rapt, unblinking attention lingers uncomfortably long.
> You find yourself holding your breath, and letting it out only when the three turn in place and march out the door without a word.
 
> Clearly something Nefarious has happened though, as Chrysalis huffs amusedly under her breath.
> Then, she turns her eyes to you and Thirteen.
> If she has any suprise over your human body, she doesn't show it.
> Instead she simply nods to her subject, who stands up and tugs on your hand bindings with her magic.
 
> Eleven steps aside, and lets you and Thirteen join him infront of the queen.
> Having come from the land of freedom -- if you could call financial debt slavery freedom -- you had oft mocked your British friends for their reverence for the Queen.
> As you are brought to a knee by a gentle press of Eleven's hoof though, you can feel exactly why someone could look up to a monarch.
 
> The answer: because there are some people who stand so tall, you feel like an insignificant little shit when brought before them.
> Or in this case, some ponies.
> Or changelings, you still weren't sure if they were the same thing.
 
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> "Space."
> Chrysalis states as she flutters her wings, rising out of her chair and infront of you.
> Thirteen and Eleven both step aside, letting the queen pace around you.
> She stops behind you, and the sound of her breathing get closer.
> Her head is hovering over your shoulder.
 
> "As the most illustrious queen of Equestria, you should feel honored to make me so curious. What are you?"
> The warmth of her breath clings to your neck even as she recedes, resuming her slow pace around you.
> "Take your time. It's understandable that an inferior creature like yourself would be dumbstruck by my presence."
> There isn't a hint of amusement in her voice, just nonchalant self-assuredness.
 
"Human" you respond, straining yourself to sound somewhat composed.
> It's terrifying though.
> Your mind is racing trying to understand what had happened earlier.
> The green glow, the sudden aquiesence of the little fillies.
> She some how controlled them.
> The same was going to happen to you.
 
> "Human? Huuuue- Maaan."
> Chrysallis draws out her pronunciation, as though savoring its novelty like one might a wine's flavor.
> " You seem a stranger here, are you lost? "
> Her hoof comes down as tips your head up and to the left to look at her.
 
> Her eyes are deep green, lustrious jade marbles.
> Your ears start to ring, your pulse slows.
> " Tell me about yourself. You're name, your friends."
> Her eyes flash for a moment, and he ringing turns into static, and then pops.
> Just like the pop you heard earlier.
> Your vision is suddenly cloudy, but clears again.
 
> In the back of your mind, you can feel something.
> Like an internal dialouge, but an alien one.
> It's Chrysallis, gently whispering.
> You see her face twitch, and the whisper grows slightly louder when it does.
> A stray thought: what happens to those that don't do as told?
> You don't want to find out.
 
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> You mentally try to focus on the whisper in your head.
> It slowly becomes more clear, and your vision starts to cloud.
> You can still see Chrysallis staring at you though, her brow slowly furrowing.
> A foreign feeling wells up in you, a peaceful and blissful calm.
 
> You feel your mouth begin to move of its own accord.
> Your entire field of vision is suddenly colored green.
> Your name? You don't remember.
> Where your home is? Don't remember.
> The back and forth between you only takes substance when she asks what you were doing before being captured by Eleven.
 
> You had been skulking in the woods after awakening there.
> Scared, cold, hungry.
> Found a road and started following it.
> Met those three fillies, they decided to take me to someone named Twilight Sparkle.
 
> "Stop. Repeat that name."
> Crysallis' voice is suddenly eager, and she leans close to your face in anticipation.
> You're so suprised that the spell or whatever force that had been directing you flees from your mind.
> You don't have time to try and fall back into the voice again.
> Instead you pretend like your life depended on it.
> Actually, it probably did depend on it.
 
"Twilight, Sparkle."
> Your voice shudders slightly.
> She is too busy laughing maniacly to noice.
> You take the opportunity to try and coerce the whispers back.
 
> "Eleven, retrieve those three ponies from before."
> Eleven nods and quickly gallops out the door.
> You're not paying much attention though, your too busy trying to grasp whatever jiggery-pookery that whisper was.
 
> It keeps getting quieter, more subtle.
> Its not words anymore, just pulses of feelings.
> Currently it is content happiness.
> It's the only que you have.
 
> "Human, you may stand now."
> You feel the ropes untie themselves.
> Should you look at her when you stand, keep your head down?
> You're already rising to your feet, you don't have much time to decide.
 
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> You are Thirteen and still a changeling, currently watching Chrysallis leisurely question the human.
> Normally these kinds of questionings, such as with the ponies, are boring.
> You'd be generally stoic and let your mind wander until dismissed.
> Not today though.
 
> "Thirteen, tell me your roll."
> You snap to attention, shivvering as the queens eyes fall upon you.
> It was the closest you've had to a real connection since the failure.
" I am an abduction specialist; the role was assigned a years ago my queen!"
 
> Crysallis doesn't note your discomfort, instead playfully gesturing with her hoof.
> "Do you enjoy it?"
> You stammer, stumbling a step back as a feeling of vertigo over takes you.
> Was this a trick, was she vetting you?
> Did the queen not trust you?
> Your mouth goes dry as your worries escalate.
 
> "Apparently not. Good, you shouldn't mind taking a new role then.
> Brain Status: Green Screen of Death.
> You nod apathetically, and Crysallis chitters amusedly.
> "This human is your ward. Teach him everything you know of Equestria."
 
> A command, that's something you're more used to.
" Yes, my queen!"
> Pride fills your chest as you puff hold your head high.
> You still feel empty though.
 
> "Good, you are dismissed."
> With that said, Chrysallis leans back into her chair, resting a hoof on her head in thought.
"As you wish, my Queen! Come, human."
> The human looks at you.
> "Yes, immediately." it says mechanically.
 
> You almost question his wordiness and tone.
> Almost, but the sudden change in duties has your concern elsewhere.
> You trot down the disheveled carpet and to the door.
> "Oh, and one more thing."
 
> You spin to the queen.
> "Decide upon a name for the human. Something... Unusual."
" I-i will do as you ask, my Queen."
> She chitters again, and waves towards the door.
> You leave with your human in tow, trying your hardest to ignore the imaginary weight pressing on your chest..