http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o22eIJDtKho
>You've lost count of the days.
>You've lost count of everything.
>You always remind yourself of your inadequacy.
>Your failure.
>Your weakness.
>You haven't said a word since that night.
>Twilight keeps running tests on you.
>The physical strain is nothing anymore.
>You scream no screams.
>You cry no tears.
>You feel the pain.
>And you desperately try to hate these horse beings.
>You eat your rations only to live.
>You live only to see this place burn.
>You don't remember your past adult life.
>You don't remember life after getting out of your “home,” really.
>That life made you weak.
>Soft.
>Useless.
>You remember the pain
>The pain fills this hole that's been ripped back open.
>The hole you said that you'd already left behind.
>Pinkie is strangely stoic.
>Most nights, you just stare at each other.
>Neither of you saying a word.
>Sometimes she smiles a sad smile at you.
>It's almost like she empathizes with you now.
>Like she knows what it's like not to feel anything but pain.
>Sometimes she cuts into you.
>Slowly.
>Delicately.
>No words are needed in either case.
>You still wanted nothing less than to hate her for doing what she did.
>To hate them all for doing what they did.
>But these two horses deserved all the pain you would give them.
>All the pain and more.
>You take mental notes about everything.
>The layout of the room.
>The layout of your cell.
>You test the bars, the walls, the bed.
>You test your strength against Twilight's tests, throwing yourself at them with reckless abandon.
>A part of your hopes to die in the middle of those tests.
>But most of you remembers the memory of that little orange filly.
>Regardless of your plans, everything really just stays the same.
>Day in, day out, all the same.
>No different.
>No way out.
>Living for the sake of living.
>Until one particular night.
>Pinkie and you are in another staring bout.
>Neither of you saying a word.
>Neither of you moving.
>Her sitting on her haunches, you sitting in your chair.
>The only difference is that all of the lights are on in the room this time.
>Other than that, it's the same thi-
>”I'm sorry.”
>You don't acknowledge it at first.
>You don't understand what she just said, really.
>She walks up to you and hugs you.
>”I'm so sorry.”
>You're in shock.
>What's happening here?
>Then she backs up and pulls out her knife.
>Oh.
>So that's it.
>This is the end.
>She walks behind you slowly, looking down the entire time.
>You silently apologize to the three little fillies.
>You couldn't do anything about this place.
>You couldn't make their deaths have some sort of meaning.
>A tear rolls down your cheek as you accept your fate.
>You close your eyes and wait for it.
>And wait.
>And wait.
>It never comes.
>Instead, your bindings fall off.
>”Twilight's gone for the night. The keys are hanging on the door. I'll be waiting when your ready.”
>What?
“What is this?”
>Silence.
>You don't move.
>Is this some sort of trick?
>A test?
>Nothing like this has happened before.
>It's too good to not try and take it.
>You slowly get up.
>Nothing happens.
>You look behind you.
>Pinkie's gone.
>The room's empty, save for you.
>You look over at the door, and sure enough, there are keys on the door.
>Keys to the cells, maybe?
>This could be a trap.
>A test.
>Does it really matter at this point?
“Fuck it.”
>You throw caution to the wind and run over to the door.
>You get the keys and open it.
>The door opens.
>That's it.
>You see the hallway in front of you.
>There's nine cells in the hall.
>Besides your cell and the three cells for the fillies, you have no idea who is in the others.
>You walk down the hall, not paying attention to them.
>You can feel eyes on your back as you walk to door on the other end.
>You have no intention of leaving this place, so taking them with you would be pointless.
>You have some business you need to take care of.
>You take a look at the room that you spent the past God-knows-how-long in.
>Looks weird from the outside.
>You look behind you, at the cells of the three fillies.
>You look at them, then down at the keys.
>You see the three in their cells, looking up at you.
>The white one speaks.
>”Help them, Anonymous.”
“They'll slow me down.”
>The yellow one speaks.
>”You need to get them out of here. You need to help the.”
“I need to take care of the two that did this.”
>You start walking away when you hear another voice.
>”Remember what I told you. You need to be strong.”
“I...”
>You look back at the keys, then down the hall at the other cells.
>You see four mini horses the size of Pinkie and Twilight.
>They each have a collar on them as well.
>You look up and close your eyes.
>”You need to be strong.”
>You look down at the three cells, seeing them as they truly are.
>Empty.
>You sigh.
>You start unlocking the four cells that actually have something in them.
“Alright. I'll be strong.”