>Those voices don’t stop, they just keep going on and on.
>“Anon?”
>“Come out, come out wherever you are…”
>“Please don’t hide from us… we love you…”
>Even sounds like they’re coming from all around.
>“Hello?”
>That sounded like it came from the very room you’re hiding in, but there isn’t anything you can see.
>Explore the abandoned Ponee factory they said, it will be fun they said.
>But nope, fuck no, this place is is very much inhabited.
>“Don’t you care about us? We care about you…”
>Shit, that sounded literally outside this room.
>Stay calm.
>Easier said than done when you’re being hunted.
>Panicking will only make this all the more worse, especially if it helps them find you.
>Right, right…
>Breath in, hold it, breath out.
>Keep doing that, easy now.
>Now get ready to-
>The door suddenly opens with a pale yellow light that bleeds in.
>A small equine who’s coat is a patchwork of colors pokes its head in.
>“Are you in here?”
>Dontseemedontseemedontseemedontseeme…
>It move its head around slowly as it looks about the room.
>You don’t dare take your attention from it, let alone even blink.
>A few times it passes over you, each time making your blood to ice.
>After a moment or so, it backs out of the room with the door closing behind it.
>Not a muscle is moved, nor a breathe taken while listening to the audible clack of its hooves moving away.
>What feels like hours pass by before the sound is completely gone.
>Silence again, peace.
>Your knees nearly buckle as you take hush your breathing.
>These things are virtually everywhere in this godforsaken factory.
>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.
>A chill runs up your spine at that thought.
>Focus dammit, find an exit.
>And preferably one that actually opens this time.
>That last fire exit wouldn’t budge even a centimeter.
>Drew too much noise while fighting it, which how you ended up in this room.

>It was some kind of office at one point, with a few desks still remaining.
>Would’ve jumped out a window if you were certain you’d survive the fall.
>Still have no idea how you ended up on the fourth floor, don’t remember going up any stairs.
>This place must be some kind of hell, that’s the only explanation for all the nonsense.
>Stop being delusional about this, and escape!
>With as much care as possible, you peer out the door.
>The old incandescent bulbs bathe the halls in its yellow light, revealing nothing out there.
>Can’t be too careful, though.
>If you dare to drop your guard for even one second, well… forever is a long time when you think about it.
>You crouch low, and start navigating the hallways of nightmares.
>Some posters are along the walls; usually an old motivational one, or some safety related.
>As fucking if these things were ever safe.
>Every corner turns your blood cold, each is treated with the utmost caution.
>Any and all areas that without lights are avoided like the plague.
>Would never ever dare venture into those.
>Some of these can see in the dark as you quickly learned.
>Others however, seem to see only as much as you do.
>Nevertheless, it only takes on to put an end to your desperate escape.
>You find and stealthy go down a set of stairs, which should mean you’re on the third floor.
>Two more to go…
>Still have no idea what time it is either, the skies haven’t seemed to change.
>It’s likely been hours.
>Lost your phone after the first encounter with-
>*click click chitter*
>Every fiber of your being grinds to a complete halt at this corner, from there, your heart begins beating thunderously in your ears.
>Swallowing hard, you slowly inch back.
>Don’t make it too far before the source of the sound comes around the corner.
>A small black bug like equine with various literal holes drilled into its body turns its head, and locks its on directly on you.
>*chirp chirp*
“Shit.”
>*CHIRP!*

>Instincts take hold as you sprint away from the terror.
>The loud clacking of its hooves against the tiled floors is all that’s need to know it’s hot on your heels.
>Run, run, run, run, run!
>But as you huff and puff after taking another corner, the reality of the situation is already evident: you won’t outlast this thing.
>Yet another corner is darted around, and-
>*CRASH*
>It didn’t handle that one too well.
>Don’t look back, never look back, least you welcome death.
>You dash into a random room, and hide out in a large closest.
>Mere seconds after entering, the audible sound of your pursuer tears into the room, and immediately begins to search.
>Not much you can do at the moment, other than hoping-
>“He’s in here?”
>Another nightmare has joined into the fray.
>*chitters chitters*
>“We’ll find him together, don’t worry.”
>One is bad enough to deal with.
>But two? Don’t think you’re getting out of this one.
>The first encounter with them was pure luck, and only escaped by the skin of your teeth.
>They ripped your jacket from your body as they clung to you when it happened.
>Almost tried to get it back, but had you done that, you wouldn’t be here right now.
>A cabinet door sounds like it’s ripped off its hinges nearby.
>That’s all you need to know this is it, it’s over.
>Never thought you’d die like this.
>Fuck it, you’re going down, you’d rather go down fighting.
>Didn’t you already try that with that mop you found?
>Yeah.
>And it revealed how some of these things are machines, like the one tearing apart the room right now.
>After seeing it snap your weapon like a twig effortlessly should’ve been proof enough.
>Which is exactly why you were trying to find a way out instead.
>The closest next to yours opens up abruptly.
>You’re next.
>Alright, gotta make this count for something.
>Adrenaline surges from within, building up throughout your form.
>It’s fight or flight, sink or swim.

>Seconds count down in agonizing slowness as you await to make your surprise attack.
>Something echoes in the distance that breaks the tension like a pane of glass.
>Sounded like a voice, though you couldn’t make it out.
>Then it happens again with greater clarity, “He’s on the second floor, we can’t let him escape!”
>It’s followed up by an immediate sound of your hunters sprinting out of the room.
>What, why?
>The black one saw you come in here, so how the – you know, fuck it, don’t question this.
>Because whatever the case was, lady luck is back on your side, so make the best of it.
>You exit the closet to find the room mostly torn apart.
>Only a few cabinets, and the closest you were in remain untouched.
>Pure. Fucking. Luck.
>Once more back into the halls of this hellish place do you venture.
>Wish the elevators worked, though that would guarantee alert them to your presence.
>Could’ve still used it as a distraction.
>Just about every room is unmarked, which makes searching much more difficult.
>Seriously, there must be a thousand offices in this building.
>You find yet another set of stairs down, and make your way to the second floor.
>One more to go.
>Gotta hope your luck holds out.
>Oddly enough, this floor is almost identical the previous three; rooms and all.
>Assuming that is the case, then that should mean the stairway to the first should be easy to find.
>Hopefully.
>Something has been bothering you as you proceed to sneak around.
>The voices have gone silent.
>Don’t like that one bit.
>Haven’t even heard the sound of their movements either.
>Don’t like that at all.
>If they were planning something, then why would they just let you go like they did?
>They could’ve gotten you then and there, with no need of risk of you escaping.
>Who fucking knows, nothing here makes sense, least of all, them.
>This place was supposed to be abandoned to begin with, it’s been that way for over ten years now.

>Despite that fact, the power still is on, and it’s home to nightmares manifested into reality.
>Certain this isn’t some kind of dream, otherwise you wouldn’t have felt what you felt.
>It’s not a lucid one either, because you would’ve been able to control things.
>You peer around a corner, and instantly withdraw upon seeing one of the ponies.
>Only saw it for a split second, but you’re sure it had its back turned.
>Got a serious feeling of deja vu.
>You tip toe backwards till you come upon a room, and quietly enter it.
>Surprisingly, this isn’t an office, but instead, a maintenance room.
>No tools in here, just a couple of metal closets.
>Those however, are too small for you to hide in.
>in fact, there’s nowhere to hide in here.
>Shitshitshit!
>Does the door lock at least?
>Nope, of course not…
>Okay, don’t panic.
>Just hold to the door, and pray the thing outside doesn’t try to open it.
>As you wait with hushed breath, there’s nothing but silence in the air.
>Did the thing move or not?
>For all you know, it’s right outside this very room.
>Don’t let paranoia get to you, it’s not going the situation any better.
>The only way to know for sure is to peek out.
>Dammit, just be, very, very, careful…
>With just a crack opened, you see into the hallway.
>Nothing is out there, though.
>Where the fuck did it go? It was there moments ago, you’re certain of it.
>It either left while you weren’t looking, or it was your imagination.
>Prefer it to be the former over the latter.
>You breath out a small sigh, and leave again.
>Minutes of searching later, the stairway down is found.
>Feel nearly overwhelmed with this discovery.
>Celebrate once you’re as far away from this death trap as possible.
>Step by step you descend down.
>The second both your feet touch the first floor, everything stops all at once.
>“...Hello, A-Anon…”
>Very slowly, you look to your right.
>An ashen gray pony with a stone colored mane and tail stares at you with flickering purple eyes.

>“Dining, we found you finale.”
>Your eyes shoot to your left.
>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.
>*chirp*
>That came from behind you, don’t even need to turn around to know who it is either.
>“We’re so happy to see you again.” So says the patchwork pony from earlier.
>More start appearing form seemingly from nowhere.
>They each are looking at you with the same sickeningly sweet smile.
>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.
>One by one, they say something.
>“We love you.”
>“Take care of us, and we’ll take care of you.”
>“We can laugh and play throughout the day.”
>“We can cuddle and sleep through the joyous night.”
>“Stay with us.”
>“Forever.”
>“And ever.”
>“And ever.”
>All of these words might as well be your last rites.
>The only thing you’re focused on is straight ahead; the long hallway that leads to the lobby.
>They haven’t moved yet, seemingly waiting on what you’re going to do.
>Didn’t bother to count them, but there’s over dozen here, with more popping up with each passing second.
>Could you outrun them all?
>Don’t know.
>Then what are you going to do?
>Try.
>With the speed that would make your ancestors proud, you sprint forth.
>A sound that could only described as a series of train crashes follows from behind.
>Don’t stop.
>Don’t look.
>Don’t think.
>Escape.
>Escape.
>Escape!
>The double doors to the lobby fly open as you barrel through them.
>One of the demons shoots straight past you into a wall with an audible crack.
>Another, sweeps from under your legs to grab a hold, but you reflexively jump over it.
>You take off through the lobby still possessing the will to survive this nightmare.
>An avalanche of sound continues to follow closely.
>Twenty feet.
>So close now to escaping.
>Sixteen feet.
>The exit sign is salvation.
>Twelve feet.

>You’re not dying today, you’ll live.
>Eight feet.
>Freedom awaits out there.
>Four feet away, and a horrible shock of pain bashes into the middle of your back.
>You crash into the ground with a scream of agony.
>in spite of that, you try to crawl forward, only for something to jump right in your way.
>There looking down on you, is a powder blue pegasus pony, with an oddly colored rainbow mane, and icy blue eyes.
>She giggles cutely, and shakes her head.
>“Sorry I had to use my kungfu action on you, but we can’t let you leave, Anon.”
>She blinks with a smug smile, then looks up to somewhere behind you.
>“We’re all friends here, and now… you’re our newest friend.”
>All at once, a chorus of voices call out a single word, “Forever.”
>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.