Flightless or not, I still have a savior to thank for helping my ailment when I first got here. My wings are stuck in place now, because of the negative emotion. I might as well look for him or her. Goodbye, reminder of an abandoned hive I used to live in. I will see you soon as I walk.
I decide to start looking where I explored before. As I do so, I see so many details I never saw before.
Firstly, to my left, the first labeled room is Sydney Ryan. Of course, there’s nothing of interest inside. Same thing happens when I pass Claire’s. Suddenly, I notice a label to the right of JCPenney’s Outlet Store. It says “Rolling Acres Management Office”. Above the name is the outlines of three green hills under a sun with eight surrounding ray stripes. Since the negative emotion in this side of Rolling Acres seemed to have died down, I can actually sense a faint amount of love pouring from the label. Hmm... this must’ve been before the ponies around here left this place sitting here.
So, let’s see here. Based on the contents I can pick up, I can possibly make an emotional timeline. Hmm. Obviously, first there’s love. After that, I think there came fear... then sadness... then pain... hate...
Disbelief?!?
Wait. Disbelief is the newest emotion here?!? How is that possible?!? Ugh! I don’t know what’s going on... well... it’s possibly why I didn’t sense emotions as negative when I woke up the second time around. Actually, if a pony were here during my time unconscious, that could explain why disbelief is here. So, where does this disbelief trail off to? I don’t know. But it does head downstairs.
Following the trail of emotion, I pass between the hybridized staircase and the partially punctured platform tower, coming across a sign that says “Picnic Place” as I turn to my left. After turning, seeing the dead end with the hidden room I discovered the name of this place in. Continuing to walk, I notice two staircases that I walk in between. On the left is one similar to the conveyer belt staircase across from JCPenney’s Outlet Store. On the right is exactly what I thought the edge opening had when I first landed in Rolling Acres.
Finally, I come across one final hall on my right before I see the exit across. As I walk, the disbelief seems to get stronger and stronger, so I turn to the right, still following the trail. However, not even halfway into the new hall, I see a peculiar entrance on the right. The label is pretty much gone, the only bit of writing remaining being one, two and three. Looking inside the room, it looks like any other, only with carpet flooring reminiscent of Las Pegasus. In here though, the disbelief from earlier is at its strongest. Clearly there must be a pony or a changeling in here, maybe even something else.
Studying the room, even under the darkness, I could see structures similar to the one across the room where I fell unconscious. However, half of the ceiling in the room is now on the carpet floor. As I actively look, there seems to be not a single pony in the long room.
Suddenly, looking at the two back doors of the room straight across, labeled one and two from left to right, I see some dim light after the left door. Because of this light, I was able to see some large, torn parchment opposite of the door.
There’s someone in there. Obviously it’s not a changeling because a changeling doesn’t need an external light source to find their way around the dark. Then something with the dim light happens. The source of light starts to rise. This has to be a pegasus or a unicorn. Earth ponies can’t levitate the light source like that nor can they fly.
Listening more closely with what little sound there is, I hear little whips in the air, so now it has to be a pegasus in here. I creep to backroom 1 to see if my assumption is correct.
It is.
Suddenly, the light starts to glare at me, scaring the living daylights out of me, making me shriek.
“Whoa, whoa... didn’t mean to scare you there. It’s a good thing you finally came to.”
“So wait. You were the one that bandaged my hooves?!?”
The pegasus nods.
“Mhm. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Rusty Flashlight.”
“Rusty Flashlight? Hmm. Interesting name. Do you visit places like this?”
“Almost every day, pal. I wonder how you even got here.”
“I don’t know.”
“So, what’s your name?”
“Carve. I ended up stuck at...”
“Rolling Acres? I know.”
“Hey, uh, Rusty... can I call you Rusty?”
Rusty nods, prompting a sigh of relief for me.
“Okay. So Rusty... have you explored the entirety of Rolling Acres?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I ended up trapped here after the invasion onto Canterlot failed.”
“So, how long have you been here, Carve?”
“Obviously longer than you. That’s for sure. Hey wait. Why haven’t you shrieked and run away yet?”
“One, I’m fresh out of school... two, I never heard of a changeling invasion. I knew changelings existed, so I guess it never made sense to fear them if they never invaded Equestria.”
“But what about what I just mentioned? The failed invasion onto Canterlot?”
“That was over two months ago. Surely the changelings would have changed their minds by now about doing that.”
“I have no idea, Rusty. I’ve been trying to get out of here. It’s very dangerous for a changeling like me in Rolling Acres.”
“Oh, I know where to look, Carve. Follow me. It may be a long walk, but you’ll have to trust me on this one.”
If it’s whatever it takes to get out of here, I’m in.
I nod, letting Rusty lead me out of the room and back into the halls of Rolling Acres.