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>Those voices don’t stop, they just keep going on and on.
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>“Anon?”
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>“Come out, come out wherever you are…”
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>“Please don’t hide from us… we love you…”
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>Even sounds like they’re coming from all around.
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>“Hello?”
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>That sounded like it came from the very room you’re hiding in, but there isn’t anything you can see.
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>Explore the abandoned Ponee factory they said, it will be fun they said.
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>But nope, fuck no, this place is is very much inhabited.
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>“Don’t you care about us? We care about you…”
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>Shit, that sounded literally outside this room.
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>Stay calm.
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>Easier said than done when you’re being hunted.
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>Panicking will only make this all the more worse, especially if it helps them find you.
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>Right, right…
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>Breath in, hold it, breath out.
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>Keep doing that, easy now.
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>Now get ready to-
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>The door suddenly opens with a pale yellow light that bleeds in.
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>A small equine who’s coat is a patchwork of colors pokes its head in.
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>“Are you in here?”
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>Dontseemedontseemedontseemedontseeme…
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>It move its head around slowly as it looks about the room.
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>You don’t dare take your attention from it, let alone even blink.
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>A few times it passes over you, each time making your blood to ice.
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>After a moment or so, it backs out of the room with the door closing behind it.
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>Not a muscle is moved, nor a breathe taken while listening to the audible clack of its hooves moving away.
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>What feels like hours pass by before the sound is completely gone.
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>Silence again, peace.
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>Your knees nearly buckle as you take hush your breathing.
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>These things are virtually everywhere in this godforsaken factory.
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>Of course they are, this is where they were born, this is their home, and they made it clear that they want you here, forever.
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>A chill runs up your spine at that thought.
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>Focus dammit, find an exit.
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>And preferably one that actually opens this time.
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>That last fire exit wouldn’t budge even a centimeter.
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>Drew too much noise while fighting it, which how you ended up in this room.
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>It was some kind of office at one point, with a few desks still remaining.
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>Would’ve jumped out a window if you were certain you’d survive the fall.
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>Still have no idea how you ended up on the fourth floor, don’t remember going up any stairs.
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>This place must be some kind of hell, that’s the only explanation for all the nonsense.
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>Stop being delusional about this, and escape!
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>With as much care as possible, you peer out the door.
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>The old incandescent bulbs bathe the halls in its yellow light, revealing nothing out there.
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>Can’t be too careful, though.
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>If you dare to drop your guard for even one second, well… forever is a long time when you think about it.
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>You crouch low, and start navigating the hallways of nightmares.
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>Some posters are along the walls; usually an old motivational one, or some safety related.
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>As fucking if these things were ever safe.
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>Every corner turns your blood cold, each is treated with the utmost caution.
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>Any and all areas that without lights are avoided like the plague.
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>Would never ever dare venture into those.
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>Some of these can see in the dark as you quickly learned.
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>Others however, seem to see only as much as you do.
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>Nevertheless, it only takes on to put an end to your desperate escape.
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>You find and stealthy go down a set of stairs, which should mean you’re on the third floor.
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>Two more to go…
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>Still have no idea what time it is either, the skies haven’t seemed to change.
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>It’s likely been hours.
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>Lost your phone after the first encounter with-
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>*click click chitter*
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>Every fiber of your being grinds to a complete halt at this corner, from there, your heart begins beating thunderously in your ears.
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>Swallowing hard, you slowly inch back.
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>Don’t make it too far before the source of the sound comes around the corner.
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>A small black bug like equine with various literal holes drilled into its body turns its head, and locks its on directly on you.
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>*chirp chirp*
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“Shit.”
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>*CHIRP!*
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>Instincts take hold as you sprint away from the terror.
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>The loud clacking of its hooves against the tiled floors is all that’s need to know it’s hot on your heels.
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>Run, run, run, run, run!
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>But as you huff and puff after taking another corner, the reality of the situation is already evident: you won’t outlast this thing.
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>Yet another corner is darted around, and-
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>*CRASH*
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>It didn’t handle that one too well.
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>Don’t look back, never look back, least you welcome death.
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>You dash into a random room, and hide out in a large closest.
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>Mere seconds after entering, the audible sound of your pursuer tears into the room, and immediately begins to search.
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>Not much you can do at the moment, other than hoping-
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>“He’s in here?”
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>Another nightmare has joined into the fray.
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>*chitters chitters*
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>“We’ll find him together, don’t worry.”
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>One is bad enough to deal with.
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>But two? Don’t think you’re getting out of this one.
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>The first encounter with them was pure luck, and only escaped by the skin of your teeth.
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>They ripped your jacket from your body as they clung to you when it happened.
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>Almost tried to get it back, but had you done that, you wouldn’t be here right now.
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>A cabinet door sounds like it’s ripped off its hinges nearby.
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>That’s all you need to know this is it, it’s over.
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>Never thought you’d die like this.
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>Fuck it, you’re going down, you’d rather go down fighting.
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>Didn’t you already try that with that mop you found?
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>Yeah.
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>And it revealed how some of these things are machines, like the one tearing apart the room right now.
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>After seeing it snap your weapon like a twig effortlessly should’ve been proof enough.
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>Which is exactly why you were trying to find a way out instead.
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>The closest next to yours opens up abruptly.
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>You’re next.
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>Alright, gotta make this count for something.
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>Adrenaline surges from within, building up throughout your form.
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>It’s fight or flight, sink or swim.
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>Seconds count down in agonizing slowness as you await to make your surprise attack.
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>Something echoes in the distance that breaks the tension like a pane of glass.
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>Sounded like a voice, though you couldn’t make it out.
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>Then it happens again with greater clarity, “He’s on the second floor, we can’t let him escape!”
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>It’s followed up by an immediate sound of your hunters sprinting out of the room.
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>What, why?
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>The black one saw you come in here, so how the – you know, fuck it, don’t question this.
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>Because whatever the case was, lady luck is back on your side, so make the best of it.
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>You exit the closet to find the room mostly torn apart.
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>Only a few cabinets, and the closest you were in remain untouched.
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>Pure. Fucking. Luck.
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>Once more back into the halls of this hellish place do you venture.
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>Wish the elevators worked, though that would guarantee alert them to your presence.
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>Could’ve still used it as a distraction.
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>Just about every room is unmarked, which makes searching much more difficult.
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>Seriously, there must be a thousand offices in this building.
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>You find yet another set of stairs down, and make your way to the second floor.
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>One more to go.
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>Gotta hope your luck holds out.
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>Oddly enough, this floor is almost identical the previous three; rooms and all.
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>Assuming that is the case, then that should mean the stairway to the first should be easy to find.
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>Hopefully.
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>Something has been bothering you as you proceed to sneak around.
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>The voices have gone silent.
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>Don’t like that one bit.
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>Haven’t even heard the sound of their movements either.
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>Don’t like that at all.
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>If they were planning something, then why would they just let you go like they did?
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>They could’ve gotten you then and there, with no need of risk of you escaping.
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>Who fucking knows, nothing here makes sense, least of all, them.
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>This place was supposed to be abandoned to begin with, it’s been that way for over ten years now.
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>Despite that fact, the power still is on, and it’s home to nightmares manifested into reality.
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>Certain this isn’t some kind of dream, otherwise you wouldn’t have felt what you felt.
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>It’s not a lucid one either, because you would’ve been able to control things.
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>You peer around a corner, and instantly withdraw upon seeing one of the ponies.
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>Only saw it for a split second, but you’re sure it had its back turned.
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>Got a serious feeling of deja vu.
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>You tip toe backwards till you come upon a room, and quietly enter it.
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>Surprisingly, this isn’t an office, but instead, a maintenance room.
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>No tools in here, just a couple of metal closets.
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>Those however, are too small for you to hide in.
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>in fact, there’s nowhere to hide in here.
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>Shitshitshit!
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>Does the door lock at least?
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>Nope, of course not…
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>Okay, don’t panic.
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>Just hold to the door, and pray the thing outside doesn’t try to open it.
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>As you wait with hushed breath, there’s nothing but silence in the air.
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>Did the thing move or not?
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>For all you know, it’s right outside this very room.
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>Don’t let paranoia get to you, it’s not going the situation any better.
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>The only way to know for sure is to peek out.
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>Dammit, just be, very, very, careful…
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>With just a crack opened, you see into the hallway.
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>Nothing is out there, though.
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>Where the fuck did it go? It was there moments ago, you’re certain of it.
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>It either left while you weren’t looking, or it was your imagination.
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>Prefer it to be the former over the latter.
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>You breath out a small sigh, and leave again.
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>Minutes of searching later, the stairway down is found.
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>Feel nearly overwhelmed with this discovery.
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>Celebrate once you’re as far away from this death trap as possible.
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>Step by step you descend down.
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>The second both your feet touch the first floor, everything stops all at once.
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>“...Hello, A-Anon…”
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>Very slowly, you look to your right.
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>An ashen gray pony with a stone colored mane and tail stares at you with flickering purple eyes.
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>“Dining, we found you finale.”
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>Your eyes shoot to your left.
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>An off white unicorn pony with a crooked smile wobbles as it stands there, it’s royal purple mane and tail look worse for wear.
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>*chirp*
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>That came from behind you, don’t even need to turn around to know who it is either.
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>“We’re so happy to see you again.” So says the patchwork pony from earlier.
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>More start appearing form seemingly from nowhere.
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>They each are looking at you with the same sickeningly sweet smile.
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>Each of them is wrong in some way, shape, and/or form; whether it’s their voice, appearance, or something else entirely, it matters not.
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>One by one, they say something.
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>“We love you.”
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>“Take care of us, and we’ll take care of you.”
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>“We can laugh and play throughout the day.”
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>“We can cuddle and sleep through the joyous night.”
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>“Stay with us.”
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>“Forever.”
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>“And ever.”
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>“And ever.”
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>All of these words might as well be your last rites.
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>The only thing you’re focused on is straight ahead; the long hallway that leads to the lobby.
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>They haven’t moved yet, seemingly waiting on what you’re going to do.
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>Didn’t bother to count them, but there’s over dozen here, with more popping up with each passing second.
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>Could you outrun them all?
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>Don’t know.
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>Then what are you going to do?
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>Try.
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>With the speed that would make your ancestors proud, you sprint forth.
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>A sound that could only described as a series of train crashes follows from behind.
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>Don’t stop.
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>Don’t look.
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>Don’t think.
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>Escape.
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>Escape.
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>Escape!
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>The double doors to the lobby fly open as you barrel through them.
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>One of the demons shoots straight past you into a wall with an audible crack.
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>Another, sweeps from under your legs to grab a hold, but you reflexively jump over it.
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>You take off through the lobby still possessing the will to survive this nightmare.
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>An avalanche of sound continues to follow closely.
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>Twenty feet.
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>So close now to escaping.
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>Sixteen feet.
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>The exit sign is salvation.
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>Twelve feet.
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>You’re not dying today, you’ll live.
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>Eight feet.
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>Freedom awaits out there.
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>Four feet away, and a horrible shock of pain bashes into the middle of your back.
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>You crash into the ground with a scream of agony.
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>in spite of that, you try to crawl forward, only for something to jump right in your way.
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>There looking down on you, is a powder blue pegasus pony, with an oddly colored rainbow mane, and icy blue eyes.
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>She giggles cutely, and shakes her head.
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>“Sorry I had to use my kungfu action on you, but we can’t let you leave, Anon.”
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>She blinks with a smug smile, then looks up to somewhere behind you.
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>“We’re all friends here, and now… you’re our newest friend.”
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>All at once, a chorus of voices call out a single word, “Forever.”
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>Not a scream is uttered, nor a flinch of a movement occurs, for the last thing you see is a sea of colorful misshapen equines that falls upon you.
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