Pulsating lights and flashes of electric energy are all that populates the surroundings.
A deafening rumble lasts throughout the entire trip through the portal as SciTwi holds on to her backpack for dear life.
She keeps her eyes shut, remaining still and tense before the surrounding roar dies down to but a low ambiance.
In what soon becomes silence, SciTwi opens her eyes ever so carefully.
The first thing that she fears is going blind from letting the light emitting from her destination meet her eyes.
The brightness is apparent, but it is of no harm to look at.
But the surroundings that were Canterlot High are no more.
In its place is unlike anything that she has seen before.
It’s only... blackness, but with what appear to be floating shapes that give off their own luminosity.
They slowly glide by, smoothly moving in all directions.
In fact, the very environment itself gives off an... electronic sensation.
This can only mean one thing.
SciTwi's plan has worked.
She can only stand in the darkness in utter silence, having too many new developments to consider at one time.
What is this place she has come across?And how did she suddenly end up here instead of Equestria?
Something must have gone wrong.
SciTwi had been befriended by Sunset and the rest of her friends after her... mistake.
They all formed a strong bond of trust over the weeks, establishing connections and finally getting to know one another.
Surely, they wouldn't have misled her into entering the wrong realm.
They were going to show her Equestria, and she wanted to test her new inter-dimensional traveling device.
Maybe she just made a miscalculation?
Perhaps something just went wrong on her end, she could still contact her new friends, right?
To an extent, SciTwi is rather afraid of finding out the answers.
This unseen, and virtually unexperienced journey between worlds has led her here.
Whatever this place is.
Finally feeling enough fortitude to step forward, SciTwi begins to take notice of the words on the glowing shapes.
There are many small ones with black text plastered onto them, along with larger ones with green text on them.
SciTwi cannot comprehend what this could mean.
The girl takes a couple more steps closer to get a better view.
And to her surprise, there are words that she immediately recognizes.
But this surprise is far from a pleasant one.
On the shapes, which appear to all be rectangles, SciTwi can easily recognize her own name.
Twilight.
To SciTwi’s horror, she is finally able to read the rest of the texts on these mysterious rectangles.
What appears on the rectangles are messages and tales of… timidness and cowardice.
At first, SciTwi doesn’t want to believe that the messages speak of her.
But she continues to see all of the rectangles of text appear.
These thing… they are saying… such vile and degrading things.
Not only this, but whoever wrote these things seems to be… obsessed with her.
There’s all of these in which the author wants to do strange things to her.
These people apparently want to be with her every day, desperately craving every last second in her presence.
What do these people want?
And how did SciTwi even end up here to begin with?
She sees the name of the rectangle that’s highest above her.
His or her name is… NST… OP?
It’s followed by a collection of random numbers and letters.
What is this supposed to mean?
One of the most recent messages catches her attention.
“Lurking.’
What? What does this mean?
Who’s lurking in this darkness?
Are they spying on SciTwi right now?
SciTwi continues to watch the rectangle appear, hoping for answers regarding what sort of digital realm she has been sent to.
She wonders if anyone even knows she's even here, afraid of how they might react if they found out.
What in the world is going on?
Out of the blackness, SciTwi sees another rectangle emerge.
At this point, it’s apparent what these rectangle might be… they’re… posts.
Posts on what appears to be some sort of image board.
The newest rectangle, or post, consists of a rather urgently typed message asking if she can hear it.
It’s addressing her as Twilight, and asking such a present question that usually hints live interaction.
What if these posts can detect her?
Can they see her?
A sharp sense of apprehension almost overcomes Twilight as she back away from the new post, which floats towards her.
Is… is it following her?
Of course, Twilight can’t hear anything at all.
But she can read the message, which appears alongside a large black square.
Twilight’s first thought: Try to see if the square can enable sound in… whatever this place is.
Maybe that’s why the post is following her.
In the midst of curiosity, Twilight cautiously reaches her hand out to the post.
In a matter of seconds, it reaches her within arms length, still completely silent despite its glow and liveliness.
Twilight places her hand on the square, causing a little bar to appear on the bottom.
In this square, plays what looks like a video of some sort.
While this happens, Twilight hopes that these people who are doing this can’t figure out that she’s trapped in this realm.
A few flashes of circles and triangles begin to appear in the center of the screen.
It’s hard to tell whether or not this is doing something.
Twilight slowly back away as the video continues to play.
It begins to flash brighter and with more textures scattered about.
Feeling her legs begin to shake, Twilight leaps away from the startling image, under the impression that it’s doing something to her.
Is this the work of the people who are evidently obsessed with her?
The post moves closer in as she continues to back away.
“Who are you? What do you want?” A frantic whimper should have escaped Twilight’s lungs.
But there’s no sound in here.
The post draws close enough to force Twilight to jump backwards and succumb to the urge to sprint away.
Without a second thought, Twilight escapes into the darkness.
The post follows after her with it’s flashing lights jutting out to cut through the edges of the screen.
No looking back; Twilight cannot trust any of these things until she knows what is even going on in this mysterious place.
In the blackness the girl stands, far away from the post that was following her.
There’s no telling if there will be any more of these posts that will ‘talk to her’.
Although, it’s likely more reasonable to believe that there are people behind these posts, somehow interacting with this space.
A little bit of common sense replaces the labyrinth of wonder in Twilight’s mind as she finally realizes to reach into her backpack and do something to figure out where she is.
Twilight runs far far away from the post that is now searching for her, as well as those seemingly hundreds of posts that held some unsettling obsession with her.
What is this place?
That is the only thought that dominates Twilight’s mind as she keeps her distance from that large chain of posts.
Whoever wrote them must know something, but Twilight doesn’t think it’s safe yet to go back over there.
She takes a look at her watch, only to discover that it’s apparently early morning wherever this is.
Judging by the fact that these posts look as though they appear on a screen, Twilight can only assume that something must have glitched in her device.
And now, she’s trapped somewhere in the internet.
But at the hands of some sort of image board that has developed some excessive obsession with her.
Not yet ready to confront the eager posts in the distance, Twilight decides to wait until another time to escape the internet.
She remains hidden secluded for now.