-Titus, still recovering in the Clinic, is visited by Orange Burst. Later on, GreenHoof, back from Mist Veil, stops by and finds Titus in the Clinic while visiting Booze Hound who had been wounded earlier at MV. They talk and, as Hoof is one of Sling's oldest friends in town and fought the Monster once before, he promises to help Titus out with seeking revenge. Hoof had, apparently, been told by the Cultist Witches, who both created the Monster and helped 4C defeat it the first time, to travel to a shack near where they lived and fire off a Flare to alert them if the Monster ever returned. The two resolve to do so.   Meanwhile, Sling continues his battle with the Monster inside its mind.       _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _     [18:13] A light flickers inside a humid, warmth room with paddled walls and a green door of silvery knob. Sitting against a corner, a blue stallion sings, relentlessly, endlessly, to the top of his lungs...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U2zJOryHKQ Is on that when he hears his incessant torture being interrupted by a now familiar voice. "... I guess you can become a nuisance if you want... I got the song stuck on my head."     [18:15]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] stops abruptly before chuckling, "Oh? Well... you brought this on yourself, you know," Sling replies, rocking back and forth a bit upon his haunches.     [18:19] The voice releases a sigh, and then a chuckle. "... You know, I could tell you a good story to soothe your stay here if that means your stupid song coming to a halt. You see, I can never sleep, and having to deal with my 'identity problem' really helps me endure you. So why not become more intimate anyways?" The lights blink a few times, and then shut down. Alone in the dark, Sling continues to hear the soft, angelical voice reaching his ears from everywhere. "... So what do you say? Want to know it or not? Is that or..." The voice pauses to allow the sound of the door opening be clear to her prisoner. "... you can take a stroll 'outside'" No lights come from the supposed corridor, and Sling is left to guess where she would be leading him.     [18:31]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] rocks a bit more as the lights flicker out, listening, quiet... for once. "Hmm..." he mumbles, putting a hoof to his chin in mock-deep thought. "What makes you think I'd care to hear about you? I enjoy making you...” he trails off and stands up abruptly as the sound of the door opening reaches his ears, squinting through the blackness trying to guess where the door might be...     [18:34] The voice laughs softly. "Making me what? Go crazy? ~ Hahahahha" Her laughter resounds in the darkness, ominous, strange... distorted. By the time it finishes, Sling is hearing a different mare, more wild on her manners and with a more aggressive tone. "Somepony like you has yet to know what is be crazy, fool. A silly song? Thanks for the new tune... it's been so long since somepony had sung to me... Now go, you can dare to go out, or stay in and continue to be my songbird."     [18:45]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] quirks a brow in the darkness, "Suffer... was the word I was going for, frankly," he replies, shrugging his forelegs. His ears twitch as the creatures' voice seems to change. “Oh?” he manages, “Yes, I suppose you'd like it if I went out there, wouldn't you?”     [18:50] The voice giggles as he does, and changes once again... Sling hears himself talking now, and the lights of 'his' room lighten to reveal it changed, quite distinct from how it was before. The walls are now covered in weird symbols carved in hard concrete. The door is no more, and moss covers every corner,  rust colored moss that smells of decay. "Suffer? Thanks, but we already have enough of that to worry about you and your song... You can go out if you want, I'm just playing with you now. Today I had a wonderful meal, perhaps you'd like to meet him"     [18:56]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] blinks, squinting as the light returns... he looks around at his new surroundings for a time, scrunching his muzzle at the smell... “I'd say you haven’t had enough,” he replies, sneering. Then his sneer becomes a grimace, “Do whatever you wish. Show me your latest murder victim, tell me your pitiful sob story. You'll accomplish nothing,” he retorts.     [19:04] "My story is not to sob... if anything I managed to become what I wanted." Explains the fake Sling Swivel Voice, and the smell or rot increases even more [roll perception]. "I'm stronger, faster, deadlier... In a way, I should be thankful for what he did to me. You want to know something? I'm angry because he lied. I'm angry because he used me and tried to destroy me. He wanted me for a husk, but I was stronger than his spells... you are, in a way, like me back then. I want you to be a part of me, and you are acting your part by resisting me...."     [19:16] “Oh? Well, good for you, then,” he begins mockingly, “Shame your boyfriend didn't get to use you as he planned, he must have been quite the fuck-up if you managed to get one over on him,” Sling adds, managing a chuckle. “Aww, that's cute,” he replies, shaking his head.     [19:16] !roll 1d20+1 [19:16] Sling_Swivel_[MIA] rolled 1d20: 2       [19:28] The stallion hears 'his' voice snickering a bit. "Well, whether you find it funny or not, the difference between me and him is that I'll break and use you" The smell of decadence grows more and more, and now Sling sees how the red moss has been starting to eat the walls around him. "You can stay here, locked by your own will, as much as you want... It's fine by me"     [19:34] "Oh, but it is. He must have been real trash to lose to you," he begins standing up, swishing his tail, "Ahh, you're right! /My/ will," he replies, smugly, looking about his surroundings, watching the strange moss grow... "Is this some image of your home?" he asks, coolly.     [19:43] The moss continues to increase until the entirety of the walls is covered in it. The smell is so strong that it floods the air with a thick taste of iron. Sling can feel the wet, somewhat sticky crimson vegetation touching his hooves... it feels as if it were trying to crawl over him as well, and it'd say, my little pony, that is much more the image of your new home. Welcome aboard. I hope you enjoy the time you'll spend with us...." [Make a Will Save to avoid being sickened+]     [19:47]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] outright scowls, lifting his hooves from the ground one or two at a time, trying to step over and keep the moss away... As the smell grows stronger he grunts and sniffles...   [19:47] !roll 1d20+2 [19:47] Sling_Swivel_[MIA] rolled 1d20: 5       [19:48] [Sling becomes sickened: Something doesn't agree with your stomach, at all. You are at -2 to all rolls and have -1 AC. If you eat, are exposed to a foul odor or similarly exposed to gastrointestinal stress, you must roll Vit against SN 10 or vomit for 1d2 rounds, treat as nauseated.]     [19:49]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] staggers, shaking his head at the foulness...     [19:49] The smell grows stronger, and whenever the stallion touches the now moss covered ground, he can feel how the damp thing tries to stick to his limbs, and actively hold him down. The entrance in front of him begins to shrink, as the moss grows over its borders [19:49] [Make a Will Save]     [19:50]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] grows increasingly sickened and panic, lifting his hooves and glancing towards the door, uncertain of what to do...   [19:51] !roll 1d20 [19:51] Sling_Swivel_[MIA] rolled 1d20: 18       [19:55] The stallion finds it easier to keep the moss at bay, for the time being, by lifting his hooves two at the time, in rhythm.  This seems to amuse the voice of the monster, that has now returned to the one of the silvery mare. "Go on, find your way 'out' there. I'll even make a deal with you... if you make it to the 'end', I'll let you live with me rather than being a part of me. Eh?"     [20:01]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] 's ears perk up and swivel as the “familiar” voice returns, “Oh what a positively lovely prospect,” he replies, sarcastically, regaining some nerve, “I suppose I'll see your menagerie,” he adds, moving towards the door, still awkwardly stepping two hooves at a time.     [20:04] The voice stays silent for a while, hmmming at the prospect. "Sorry, I don't like you that much. But I'll let you be at my chest, close to my 'heart'~" The monster laughs shortly, and the red moss grows so much more that the entrance becomes barely big enough for Sling to pass through it. The lights are covered by the strange fungus, and turn of a red hue that makes everything look gloomy and bizarre. "Hurry up. Time is running out" [Make a Will Save]     [20:06]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] considers a quip about "Hell being other people" but holds his peace and makes for the door as quickly as he can, doubt and despair creeping into his mind at last...   [20:11] !roll 1d20 [20:11] Sling_Swivel_[MIA] rolled 1d20: 13       [20:15] The moss closes the way back to the room behind the stallion, just as it was creeping around his hind-legs. He is now facing darkness, with the disgusting sound of the red moss still growing inside what used to be the only place he had been in during... Then Sling realizes he forgot again how long he's been here. A dim white light appears above him, lightening only him a less than a meter around him. By what he can see and feel, the floor is made of stone, gray and dull, and the walls are of a white color, with what seems to had been tapestry of brown leaves all over them. Now the design is mostly gone, with a few marks here and there that look like formless stains. "Oh... but I thought you were getting used to your new room"     [20:22]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] shivers a bit, his tail pressing against his hindquarters as he scoots away from the vile moss and into the darkness... He looks about, trying to discern his surroundings through the gloom... Was this the hall with the doors he saw before? The creeping sense of doubt and despair only grows, blowing at his resolve like wind at a candle's dwindling flame...   [20:22] “Moss... never suited me. Though it's interesting to note that you're as ugly inside as you are on the outside...” he replies, doing his best to keep a strong and defiant tone.     [20:25] [Sling is no longer sickened]   [20:27] "Heh, I wonder if you would have said that when I was only a pony... but enough talk. I'll leave you to discover by yourself. Watch out for any surprise..." Then the voice goes mute, and all around Sling is as silent as in a grave. The light above him seems constant, but of uncertain source, like if there were a hole tear on the darkness that is the ceiling of the black hallway.     [20:33]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] looks up at the light and scowls, his disgust returning, struggling with the despair... “A murderous, power-hungry cunt, I'd assume,” he begins, bearing his teeth at the light-source, “Oh, I'm sure there'll be plenty,” he adds as silence falls... Pausing for a time, he listens, ears turning, twitching... he sniffs at the air, glad to be away from the moss... then takes a few careful steps forward.     [20:34] The stallion quickly notices how the light follows him on his uncertain path. His first hoof steps resound on the emptiness of the hallway...     [20:36]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] glances up as the light follows him, "Suspected as much..." he mumbles. He considers striking up a tune, but decides being able to hear anything up ahead might be wise. Thinking of his friends... he sets off slowly down the hall, stepping as lightly as he can.     [20:46] As light as his hoofsteps are, the echo they produce is enough to emphasize his loneliness. Sling trots forward for what he feels like hours, finding nothing but endless darkness. He doesn't know how far from the moss room he is now, or if he even cares about it. The monotonous road remains like that until, inadvertently, he missteps and feels like falling. The sensation is a trick of his mind, though, as it was nothing more than the first step of a stair that goes downwards, inviting to and abyss from which the smell of water comes from. The walls around the stair are different as well, turning of a more pale and color, with the stain standing out more.     [20:53]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] is beginning to grow a bit more irritated than uncertain and grumbles as time passes... Maybe the creature was just toying with him... that was probably the case... Nearly stumbling, he snaps off a volley of curses before pulling back from the step and gingerly testing it with a hoof... Sling pauses to listen for a time, puzzled over the scent of the water...   [20:53] “Cocks!” he shouts down the stair, listening for an echo before carefully proceeding down...     [20:55] "...cocks" Reaches him the echo of his word. The stair is made of stone, and feels firm and smooth.     [21:15]  * Sling_Swivel_[MIA] makes a face and begins down the stairs, carefully... pausing every now and again to listen...     [21:26] Sling goes down the stair, only hearing his hoofsteps resound eerily on the ambiance. The darkness in front of him grows when his only source of light begins to diminish, until it barely lets him see more than a couple of inches in front of him. This becomes less annoying when the stair ends abruptly on an iron gate, covered in rust and dampened in water. There is a wheel that serves as lock for   [21:27] it, and from the other side, murmurs can be heard. Mumbling incoherent and strange, in another language that the stallion has never heard before. It's so faint that at first he dismisses it as his imagination...