>You roll over and open your eyes
>It’s almost pitch black
>Only the moonlight pouring in from the windows gives light
>Where are you?
>You sit up slowly and rub your head
>The sound of pouring rain patters the rooftop above you
>It sounds like white noise
>Memories of the day’s past begin making their way into your mind
>You were… attacked
>In the library, when you were reading with Twilight
>That quiet mare… the friend of Twilight’s, the one you always catch staring at the market
>…Fluttershy? Was that her name?
>She burst in
>Brandishing that... knife
>Twilight teleported you just in time
>Oh Twilight…
>You hope she’s okay
>You stand up
>A bolt of lightning cracks outside, illuminating the area you’re in a little more
>Some kind of hallway
>An old, decrepit looking hallway
>You glance out the window
>You appear to be in the Everfree Forest
>Or, at least, some sort of structure in the forest
>An old, abandoned piece of architecture
>A castle, perhaps?
>Or an old mansion?
>You sigh, and place your arms on the windowsill
>The rain is really coming down
>The pegasi must have scheduled a storm for tonight
>You can’t remember that being part of the weather’s activity
>But no matter, it was none of your concern
>You lift your arms from the sill and try to adjust your eyes
>Shapes in the hallway soon start to become clear
>An old, p0ny-shaped suit of armor
>A wardrobe with ancient looking china inside
>Several drawers
>All covered in cobwebs
>The stone wall looks old and cracked
>This place surely hasn’t been inhabited for decades
>Centuries, maybe
>Why did Twilight send you here?
>You shrug it off
>No matter
>It’s best to try to find a way out
>You make your way down the hall, using the moonlight and your own adjusted eyes as a guide
>Occasionally, the boom of thunder will triumph over the white noise
>It signals the lightning to illuminate your path even more
>Shadows dance and mingle in front of you with each bolt
>Tricks of the light, surely
>But… what could be making these shapes?
>You round a corridor, spotting a large room blocked by heavy wooden doors
>You approach these doors, grip the handles firmly, and push…
>…and push
>But the door doesn’t seem to want to budge
>You strain, but eventually give
>Exhaling loudly as you do
Not even an inch…
>Clop
>Clop
>Clop
>Galloping hoofsteps echo from deeper into the corridor
>Your head bolts to the direction
>There are no windows in that direction, it’s too dark to see
>Oh no…
>Is someone in here with you?
>Clop
>Clop
>Clop
>You grab the doors again and push
>Still, no budge
Damn it!
>A soft giggle is heard from the other side of the door
Wha…?
>You push again
>It giggles louder
>The hoofsteps are galloping louder and closer
>You shoulder the door in an attempt to get it open
>No use
>They are right down the hall
>You spin toward the sound and brace yourself
>…
>Nothing…
>Only the rain echoes sound in these halls…
>You spin your head left and right
>Baffled
>But you swore…
>You glance to the door
And that giggling…
>You hesitate
>And grip the door once more
>A simple push from the forearm is all it takes to open these wooden gates
But…
>You poke your head in and glance around
>And back out into the hall
>Nothing
>A little unnerved, you enter the pitch black room, closing the door behind you
>…you can’t see a damn thing
>…wait
>You slap your pocket
>You feel a small bump
>Yes! It’s still there
>Good thing you’re a smoker
>You bring out your lighter from your pocket
>Flicking it a few times, the flame eventually perches itself atop your zippo
>It’s not much, but it’s something
>You hold it out in front of you, the flame barely illuminating much
>It’s enough to see a bed, and a dresser
>A closet
>Yes, this is a small room, it seems
>A guest bed, by the looks of it
>You approach the mattress and pat it with a hand
>Dust erupts from all corners of your palm
>You step back a bit
>Completely abandoned…
>You look around the room a bit more
>The laughter sticking in your head
>…it’s been a long day
>Nothing more
>You approach the dresser and start sliding out drawers
>Clothing
>Clothing
>Miscellaneous garbage
>…aha
>A old-time lantern clanks from the force of your opening
>You grab it, and take a peek inside
>Oil appears to be set inside nicely
>Perfect
>You dip your lighter inside, taunting the wick, until it illuminates itself
>The room brightens considerably
>You flick your lighter closed and store it back in your pocket
>Much better
>With this, you turn around and aim it at other parts of the room
>It’s… just a standard guest bed
>Nothing more…
>…
>Wait, what was…
>You spin around, pointing your lantern in all directions
>…that noise?
>The rain continues to patter the rooftops above you loudly
>Could you have misheard…?
>You know the noise well enough
>You’re around Twilight Sparkle quite a lot
>…charging magic
>It sounded like charging magic
>You observe the room a little more
>Nothing seems out of place
>…well, with a better source of light, you can easier find your way out
>You head towards the door
>Which is… already…
>…open
>A single part of the two wooden doors hangs completely open
>You approach it slowly
>You grip the handle
>It feels…
>…warm. And tingly
>You release your hand from it
>You look back into the room
>Black, empty
>…what kind of place is this?
>You exit the room and turn down the hallway
>Refusing to look back
>Your lantern bleeds yellow light into the stone hallways around you
>You pass many suits of p0ny armor
>You look over to each as you do
>The emptiness these suits possess
>The blank space where a body should be
>…how fitting for such an abandoned structure such as this
>It’s as if you’re wandering that very same empty space
>Journeying through an area not meant for you
>In a world not meant for you
>How utterly… lonely
>You focus your attention back in front of you
>Your footsteps making distinct echoing clacks down the still stone corridors
>The room starts to open up
>You marvel as the ceiling grows even higher, and the walls widen themselves
>It seems you’ve stepped into the main entrance area
>You look over a railing to your left
>Yes, you’re on the second floor
>The front doors are right there
>Perfect…
>You take a step
>Stop
>Glance back behind you
>…nothing
>You redirect your attention ahead once more
>The stairs are right there
>Alright…
>Planting a foot down on the first step, you--
>SLAM
What!?
>You stumble back in surprise, tripping over the first step back onto the second floor
>Your lantern clanks hard onto the ground, extinguishing itself
>The grand hall gets a hell of a lot darker
>Moonlight is once again your only source of light
>SLAM
>You pick yourself up and back yourself further into the hall
>Immersing yourself in darkness
>It’s coming from the front door
>You stand a little higher, getting a view of the entranceway
>SLAM
>SL-CRACK!
>The door swings open
>A short figure walks slowly into the building
>Its steps clop each footfall, reverberating the distinct noise throughout the halls
>It drips water from the rain onto the floor
>It stretches out its wings
>A bold cracks just behind the door outside
>Light illuminates the hall
>A yellow figure with pink hair becomes visible for just a moment
>Immediately, you delve deeper into the darkness
>Oh no…
>Was that…?
>”Aaaaaaanooooooon~” it calls in a singsongy voice
>You can hear what sounds like a door locking…
>Then…
>Silence…
>…
>Clop
>…
>Clop
>…
>Clop
>”Anooon~, my love… where aaaaaare yooooou~?”
>Clop
>The hoofsteps start falling onto what sounds like the stairs
>Oh no…
>You duck your head down further and silently sneak deeper into the darkness
>You hit a wall
>You press your back into it and sit still
>Ever so still
>…
>Clop
>…
>Clop
>The faint silhouette of Fluttershy emerges from the top of the stairs
>She stands still
>You can make out her head
>She’s looking around
>”Aaaaaanon~, I know you’re here…”
>Her body pivots to the direction you originally came from
>She slowly begins to walk that way
>”Sweeeetie~, I’m coooooming~.”
>Clop
>”And when I find you…”
>Clop
>”You’re in for a reeeeeeeal treat~”
>Clop
>…
>The hoofsteps begin to trail off
>After a moment or two, you pick yourself up from the ground
>You slowly walk over to the hallway you came from, and the one Fluttershy went down
>It’s dark
>And no sound is coming from it
>You place your hand on your chest
>Your heart is beating so goddamn fast
>Breathe in
>…
>Breathe out
>Alright Anon, you can do this…
>You flick out your lighter once more and light your lantern
>You descend the stairs and grab the handle of the exit
>…
>It won’t budge…
>Of course…
>You turn around, observing the grand hall in all its glory
>So many hallways…
>So many passageways…
>Any one of them could contain a potential exit
>Or perhaps…
>…Fluttershy
>Or maybe even…
>…
>Get those thoughts out of your head, Anon
>This isn’t time to recall silly campfire ghost stories
>Let’s just… advance, and… be careful
>You step further into the hall
>You approach the stairs
>You look at all of your options on this floor
>And the many more upstairs
>…where to go?
 
[spoiler]End of Part 1, maybe?[/spoiler]