Don't look away.

I have written something new, spontaneously and unexpected. When I was rewatching Markiplier's infamous Let's Play of "My Little Foundation: Containment is Magic", I got inspired and had a little vision. It's less than 1,000 words and I'm not sure if it will become a full story, because I feel that the beauty of it lies in detailing that one moment and that explaining what exactly happened or telling what happens afterwards would ruin the feeling, but I wanted to share it here:
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You wake up in a room. It is more like a prison cell, actually, but much bigger and there is no bed. The walls are made of concrete, a sturdier kind than what ordinary rooms have. Yellow lines are painted on them, for what purpose, you don't know. All of these details are taken in only slowly by your mind, as your eyes flicker open. Suddenly, you hear a voice.

You can't look away from it. I'm sorry.

“Look away from what?” you ask. You shift your body and notice that you sit on a cold floor. It's also made of concrete and has a shimmery sheen to it. Your limbs don't hurt, you notice. That means you are fine. The voice returns.

In front of you. Look at it.

You do as you are told. There is a pony in front of you, maybe three meters away. It looks different than what you know from ponies, though. Its coat is white, which isn't out of the ordinary, its mane and its tail are indigo-colored and this is something you have never seen on a pony before. The mane flows down the pony's head elegantly and curls upwards, then inwards at its end. The tail looks similar, it is spiral-shaped and also curls at the end. Everything gives of a very refined appearance. You feel like you could ask this pony for a dance, then realize a moment later that this doesn't make sense.
The most peculiar detail about this pony is on its flank. Three blue diamonds, that are arranged roughly in a triangle pattern. The diamonds don't look like painted on, they seem to be a natural part of the coat, hairs that have different colors at these spots. You have never seen a pony as strange as that.
The pony does not pay attention to you, it faces a wall and stares at it.

Good. Keep doing that. Then everything will be okay.

You want to ask why, but then it occurs to you that there is a better question to ask, a question that is more important than that one and also more important than the strange pony.
“Who am I?”

It erased your memory. Don't worry, we'll bring it back.

The voice sounds female. It causes another question to emerge in your head. “Who are you?”

I'm your co-worker. Bethany.

Bethany. The name doesn't ring a bell. You look around yourself in confusion, trying to find the source of the voice. Suddenly, the pony in front of you speaks.

Darling.

It sends shivers down your spine. Something about the tone of its voice.

No, don't look away from it. Look back at it.

The sharpness of the voice, Bethany's voice, makes you follow the command.

Good. Keep doing that. Don't look away again. This is your only chance.

“Where are we?” you ask the next question that naturally comes to your mind.

In the facility. Don't worry. It's the safest place to be in.

“Who is she?” You point a hand at the pony.

She is an SCP.

“What is an SCP?” The questions gush forth from you now.

A Secure Containment Pony. She escaped from her cell earlier. But don't worry. We will contain her again.

You don't understand any of this. It's all new to you. But your memory has been erased, Bethany said. So it's par for the course. What you do understand, though, is that you are in danger. How sharp Bethany's voice had become for a moment made that more than clear to you. And the tone in the voice of the pony did, too. You realize that you are in a dire, serious situation. Perhaps that's all you need to know at the moment. Except for one thing.....
“Will it kill me?”

….. No. Don't worry. Just keep looking at her. She only wants you to admire her beauty. That's how it was from the start.

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This is also the first time I wrote something in 2nd Person. I always found that weird and wondered if it can work, but I realized that perspective is perfect for this story, so I'm finding out now. I never expected that I would ever write a story in 2nd Person.
Like I said, this will probably not become a full story, but I wanted to share it because it turned out well. This scene is directly inspired by the mod "My Little Foundation: Containment is Magic" of the game "SCP Containment Breach".
I haven't played it myself, yet, but I followed the link to the mod in the description of the videos and downloaded it. This pony mod is almost 10 years old now, but the download is still intact after all this time and you don't need the original, unmodded game to play it. If you want to try it out, you can find the download here:

https://undertowgames.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=1618

Stay easy as a filly!

~ Fluttercheer

P.S.: This scene has exactly 666 words. Demonic perfection.

Comments

[gapty]

Lul, Rarity wanting her beauty to be admired. Kinda genius

[Fluttercheer]

5707086

And if you look away from her, she thinks you don't appreciate her, or worse, that you find her ugly. And then she kills you. It makes the most sense for Rarity as an SCP.