>Be Anon
>Be 7:57 in the morning
>And on this particular morning, things seem a little, well... odd
>For starters, everyone in your street seems to have vanished, as the familiar sounds of people getting ready to start the day are all eerily absent
>Not to mention that thick, ghostly fog that has settled over the town
>Kinda like that one survival horror game on the PS1
>You know
Resident Evil
 
>You finish eating rising from the table and heading to the door grabbing your bag on the way
>You call out a goodbye to your family, none of whom acknowledge you and instead continue to stare blankly at the wall
>Rude
>You blink a few times, your eyes adjusting to the lack of light outside
>The fog blocks out the sun, and is so thick you can barely see the ground in front of you
>But this is not a problem for Anon. Y. Mous
>You've walked to school so many times, the route is burned into your memory; you could do it forwards, backwards and sideways
>Maybe even diagonally, if you were feeling crazy
>You set off down the road, and in no time at all you've arrived at CHS, your trip made noticeably shorter by the lack of any and all traffic
>You cross the empty campus, enter the empty attrium and make your way down the empty halls to arrive at your home room
>You open the door and step inside, the usual morning chatter absent, save for a quiet whispering
>The class is half empty, with only 6 or so people having braved to fog
>Immediately in front of you is Trixie, who is frantically scribbling something on the black board
>In the front row behind her is Rarity, sitting completely still, an unnerving smile etched into her face
>She's staring at you
>Two seats to the left sits Applejack, who seems to have fallen asleep at her desk
>In the middle row you spy your friend Flash Sentry, who seems to be a little shaken up. He motions for you to come over and sit with him
>You walk over and take a seat next to him, noting that Norman is either late or away
 
>As you get closer, you discover the source of the whispers
>Its Twilight Sparkle, who is hunched over a large book, flipping through pages and talking to herself nonstop, hardly stopping to take a breath
 
"Hey man, how about that fog, right?"
>Flash calls your attention, and you turn away from Twilight, facing him
 
>"Yeah, its pretty thick, I could hardly see anything. Lucky there was no traffic"
 
"Right, right... Did you, like, see anything weird just outside the school?"
 
>"Like what?"
 
"Well, like a~
>He cuts off as the door opens, and Ms. Cheerilee enters the room
>Quick as greased lightning, Trixie pushes away from the board and races to the back of the room, taking a seat in the corner and pulling the hood on her jacket up
>Cheerilee either doesn't notice or care, crossing the board and sitting down at her desk
>She looks tired
 
>Now that Trixie is gone, you can make out what she was drawing up there
>It looks like an open hand in a circle, surrounded by minescule text that you can't make out at this distance