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This story is from a pasebin from 2012
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> Your footsteps echo loudly as you sprint through the empty halls of… wherever the heck you are
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> It looks like some sort of castle?
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> The floors are polished marble, and the walls are made from flawless white stone
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> You don’t remember how you got here, or even precisely when
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> it was like you just fell asleep, impossible to pinpoint the exact moment
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> one minute you’re out hunting in the woods
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> and the next, you’re on the floor in a big-ass room surrounded by some sort of pony creatures.
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> it must have been some sort of party, many of them wore elaborate dresses and suits
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> some screamed
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>some yelled
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>some just stared at you with what you guessed what shock
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> so you did what any other sane person would do
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> you ran
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> and now they were chasing you
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> you’ve been running for several minutes now
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> you have no idea where you’re going, this while place seems like a maze
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> at least you still had your belongings
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> you wore your old hiking boots and a thick camouflaged jacket
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> in your left hand you clutch your bow, a simple recurve made from a solid piece of wood
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> your quiver and arrows bounce on your back as you run
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> a quick glance down confirms your skinning knife is still on your belt
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> the presence of your tools gives you a small sense of comfort
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> you weren’t defenseless
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> you weren’t helpless
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> and that gave you some confidence in your abilities
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> you can still hear your pursuers behind you
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> “Stop the intruder!”
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> “Seize that creature!”
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> you redouble your efforts, passing multiple wooden doors leading to who knows where
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> as you round a corner, you see sunlight streaming through an open door at the end of the hall
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> Finally! A way out!
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> as you run toward the exit, you hear the ponies behind you getting closer
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> your heart drops as you come to a stop just outside the open doors
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> this wasn’t an exit, it was a balcony several stories from the ground
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> before you stretches an entire city, bathed in the light of the midday sun
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> beyond that you see expansive meadows and thick forests
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> the whole scene had a picturesque beauty to it
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> seriously, where the hell are you?
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> how did you get here?
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> you snap yourself back to the moment, you still need to escape
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> you lean over the balcony, looking down
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> below you is a large garden/courtyard
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> jumping is out of the question, you’re way to high up and there’s nothing to cushion your fall.
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> if you can’t go down, you’ll have to go up
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> the option of climbing is quickly shot as you examine the outside stone walls
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> it’s made of the same smooth white stone as the hallways, no handholds anywhere
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> you’re completely penned in
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> you curse under your breath and turn back
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> maybe you could try one of the doors you passed befo-
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> too late
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> the ponies chasing you round the corner into view
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> jeez, there must be at least twenty of them
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> they all had spotless white coats, and wore regal looking golden armor
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> you quick reach over your shoulder, grabbing one of your arrows
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> you nock it on your bowstring and draw back, anchoring your right hand below your cheekbone
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> the p0nies come to a stop as you level the gleaming broadhead on them
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> you doubted that p0nies were capable of archery, but they recognized a weapon when they saw one
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“The next one of you who takes another step gets dropped”
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> it was no idle threat. you were a good shot, and at this short distance there was no way you would miss
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> of course, they would rush you and close the distance as soon and you fired
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> but you were guaranteed one kill
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> it was a stalemate
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> The p0nies shift nervously and look at each other, none of them willing to take the first step
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> the one in front whispers something to the p0nies beside him
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> his helmet had a large roman-esque crest, you guessed he was captain, or some kind of authority figure
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> the p0nies nod and slowly they begin to back away
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> you relax slightly
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> ok, you can work with this. you have time now, time you can use to figure out how to get out of wherever you are
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> you notice some of the p0nies are standing their ground
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> they look like all the other guards, except for small ivory horns protruding from their helmets
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> unicorns? seriously? What the fuck.
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> their horns begin to softly glow
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> before you can deliver another threat, your bow is suddenly yanked from your hand
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> it flies over to the unicorns and hovers above them, enveloped in a magical aura
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What the fu-
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>You’re cut off as the rest of the p0nies are suddenly upon you
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> they tackle you in the gut, and their combined weight quickly brings you down
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> there’s no time to go for your knife, you can only bring your arms up in a desperate attempt to shield your face from the flurry of incoming hooves
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> you feel the impact of countless strikes all over your body
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> one of the ponies bites down painfully on your arm and pulls it away from your face
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AAUUGH!! You son of a b-
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> the last thing you feel is another hoof smashing your face
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> fuck, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this shitty
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> your arms, your legs, your head, your entire damn body is sore
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> you open your eyes to a rough stone ceiling
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> for the hundredth time today you wonder where you are
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> you’re lying down on something uncomfortable, but it’s definitely not stone or wood
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> gingerly you try to sit up, your entire body protesting
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> you pull your knees up to your chest, and eventually you reach a sitting position
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> you take a look at your new surroundings
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> you appear to be in some sort of cell
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> the room is constructed from damp cobblestone, and is bare except for a solid metal door on one end and a pile of moldy straw you were apparently sleeping on
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> the air is musty and stale, the only light comes from a small barred window on the door
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> you painfully rise from your makeshift bed to get a better look
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> how long were you out?
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> judging by the stiffness of your limbs and the emptiness of your stomach, at least several hours
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> you make your way over to your cell door and look out the window
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> it’s low on the door, you have to squat to see through
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> unfortunately, all you can see is the stone wall on other side of the hallway
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> all you can hear is the soft dripping of water and the scurrying of what you guessed were rats
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> you give yourself a quick check over, you were beat up pretty bad.
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> your clothes are torn in a few places, and you’ve accumulated plenty of bruises
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> you bring your hand up to your face
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> It’s painful to the touch, and you can feel that it’s swollen
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> you wish you had a mirror so you could see
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> your bow, quiver, and knife are gone of course
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> you sit back down on the straw pile, noticing a few small insects out as you do so
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> so you were in a dungeon…
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> maybe threatening these p0nies was not the best of ideas…
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> but you were panicked! And they did chase you after all
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> you’re sure they’ll be understanding
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>It’s not like you killed any, heck you didn’t even punch one!
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> you sit there for several minutes, idly twiddling your thumbs as you wait for something to happen
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> realizing that it might be a while before someone comes for you, you lay back down on the pile to get some rest.
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> you’re awoken by a loud banging on the cell door
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> you rise with a small groan
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> you must have slept another few hours, your body is stiff again
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> you also seem to have acquired a few bug bites, great.
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> you walk over to the door and crouch down to the window
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> you see impassive face of a p0ny guard on the other side
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> he gives you a quick look over before giving a small snort
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> “Princess Celestia would like to speak with you”
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> The name means nothing to you, but you recognize the title
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> whoever she is, she is obviously their ruler
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> she can probably tell you where you are, maybe even how to go back home!
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Alright, sure I’ll go
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> not that you have a choice really, when royalty ‘requests’ something it’s just an order in disguise
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> the guard steps back and you hear the rattling of keys
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> the door swings outward and you see another guard holding a pair of manacles in his mouth
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> “turn around, arms behind your back”
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> guess you can’t really blame them for being precautious, you did threaten them after all.
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> you turn around, placing your wrists together behind your back
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> the guard approaches you and locks the manacles in place, binding your hands together
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> “now then, follow us”
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> you follow the two guards outside your cell and into the hallway
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> you notice that these guards don’t have horns like those other guards, but have wings instead
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> so there are pegasi now too? This fucking place…
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> you follow the guards up a winding spiral staircase and through a large wooden door
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> It seems you’re in the castle proper again, the white walls and smooth floors have returned
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> as you pass a window, you quickly glance outside
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> you can see the sun just beginning to rise over the distant horizon
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> so you were out all night? No wonder you were so hungry, you haven’t eaten since yesterday morning!
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> you pass several more guards on your way, most of them keep their gazes impassive, but some glare your way
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> eventually, you reach a set of large ornate double doors
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> one of the guards steps forward and knocks three times on the door
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> from within a feminine voice responds
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>“You may enter”
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> the two guards push open the double doors and you enter the room
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> in front of you sits a p0ny that could only be described as ‘regal’
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> she dwarfed the other ponies you’ve seen, most were only about four feet tall, but this one was well over six feet in height!
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> her mane was a whole variety of calm blues, pinks, an violets, and seemed to blow in some invisible breeze.
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> her coat was a pristine white and a gold tiara rested atop her head
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> she had a unicorn horn over a foot and length, yet you also saw a pair of wings folded at her sides
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> so was she a unicorn with wings? Or a pegasus with a horn?
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> was there a name for what she was? If so, it eluded you
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> to her left sat a purple unicorn of normal stature
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> her mane had a straight cut, and she had a bookish appearance about her
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> they both sat behind a large banquet table, and you were brutally reminded of your hunger as you gazed at the contents
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> a decadent feast of every breakfast dish imaginable was on full display
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> there were pancakes, waffles, French toast, muffins, doughnuts, toast, eggs cooked in every form…
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> if not for the manacles binding your hands or the presence of royalty, you would have thrown yourself at this meal with like a Kenyan at a KFC bucket
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> as if reading your mind, one of the guards approaches your back and begins unlocking the manacles
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> as soon as he finished, you begin rubbing your wrists with your hands. those damn things were uncomfortable
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> Celestia nods to the two guards and they both exit through the door behind you
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> you stand there, unsure on how to proceed
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> an uncomfortable silence forms over the room
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> a silence that is broken by the loud protest of your stomach
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> Celestia chuckles and grins at you as you fidget awkwardly
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> she gestures to the feast before you
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> “you are welcome to join us, if you wish”
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> that was all the invitation you needed
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> you practically run over to the table, grabbing a plate and utensils from a stack
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> “So” Celestia begins, as you dart from one end of the buffet to the other, grabbing a portion of each dish as it catches your eye, “What is your name?”
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Anon
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>Waffles, definitely need waffles. And pancakes too. Is that blueberry syrup? Oh, need a doughnut too, with sprinkles.
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> “As you’ve probably guessed” Celestia continues, “I am Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, and this is my faithful student and personal protégé, Twilight Sparkle”
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> you nod in confirmation as you pile more food into your already overloaded plate
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> I haven’t had a banana in forever, or French toast either. Is that bacon? HELL YES!
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> you finally sit down across from the two p0nies and begin digging into your enormous breakfast
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> As you begin eating the most buttery and fluffy pancakes of your life, Twilight speaks up
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> “So anon, What exactly are you?”
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Human
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>You respond after washing down a mouthful of pancake with a swig of orange juice
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Are there no other humans here in Equestria?
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>“No,” Celestia replies, “You are the first we have ever encountered”
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Do you have any idea how I got here?
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>“We were hoping you would tell us that” Twilight admits
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Sorry, I have no idea either. I just sorta, woke up here.
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> you return your attention to your food, and a long silence begins to stretch
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> you don’t notice Celestia watching you eat, a small frown forming on her face
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> you pick up a piece of perfectly crispy bacon and pop it into your mouth
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> you gag as you find your mouth filled with a foul tasting dust
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> you expel the repulsive substance from your mouth
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What the heck was that?
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>you look up to see the smile on Celestia’s face has been replaced by a deep scowl
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> “It seems my suspicions about you were correct Anon” Celestia says
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> the kindness of her voice has been replaced with coldness and disgust
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> her horn glows with a faint white aura, and you find yourself lifted of your seat and into the air
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Wait, what? What are you doing?
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> you struggle against the magic enclosing you. but despite your best efforts, you barely move
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> “As ruler of Equestria, I hereby sentence you to death”
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What??? WHY???
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> both the p0nies look at you with a mixture of hatred and disgust
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> “You arrive in my kingdom armed with deadly weaponry, you threaten my guards, and you would willingly consume the flesh of others”
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> consume the flesh of others? Oh, you idiot! The bacon! They’re all horses, why would they have bacon?
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Ok, wait. This is all some sort of big misunde- HHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH
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>suddenly, the magic aura around you begins to squeeze you like a vice
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> the air is quickly forced out of your lungs and you find it impossible to breathe
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“It is clear to me you are a creature of violence, and I will not allow you to corrupt my country”
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> the force is just too much, it’s crushing your chest
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> the pressure extends over your entire body, you can feel it inside your skull
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> you clench your eyes shut in the pain, your mouth gasping like a fish out of water
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> Dread fills your hart as you realize there’s nothing you can do
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> Dammit, not like this!
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> This wasn’t fair!
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> You didn’t do anything wrong…
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> you feel you consciousness begin to fade…
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> you hear voices, but they seem far of and distant
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> you can’t make anything out
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> not like this...
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> you don’t want to die like this, helpless
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> you hate it, being helpless, unable to do anything
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> you wish you had your bow
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> you wonder what will happen to it…
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