//------------------------------// // Chapter 7 // Story: Fragments of Fanzith // by Viscera //------------------------------// "There it is!" Applebloom said, pointing to the manehole. The 6 ponies climbed down the latter and into the sewers. "Oh my!" Rarity saw the goopy waters flowing below. "Sweetie deary! May I please ride on your back again?" Sweetie Belle lowered herself underneath Rarity and began to hold her as they went down the sewers. The sewers were a dark gray colour, with the water a clearish green, with plenty of used cans, wet toilet paper, among plenty of other used house-held products. The disgusting water sloshing up and down the ponies' legs. The hallway seemed to go on forever until there was a split. Twilight began to look at her map to choose which direction to go. The map only showed one, long hallway leading to the base, with only one sharp turn near the end of it. "This isn't right.." Twilight began to think out loud. "This map isn't right." She began to all of the ponies. "Well which way should we go?" the ponies' pondered as they slowly walked forward down the tunnel. After approaching the split they heard a faint piano coming from the right. It was playing a slow, somewhat creepy song. "Please do not tell me I'm not the only one hearing that." Rarity began to the other ponies. "Well do you want to go that way?" Twilight asked her, along with the other ponies. Most of them nodded, except for Scootaloo. She knew this song from before. It was very familiar. She remained silent and followed them closely. The music became louder and louder. "Uhh guys? Are you sure this is a good idea?" Scootaloo finally spoke up. Right as she said that, the music became nearly unhearable. The water became darker and darker. "Scootaloo, could you please quit poking my leg?" Twilight began. "I-I'm not poking your leg.." "Really then what is- AAGH!" Twilight shrieked in terror. It was a bloody, disembodied leg passing by. All of the ponies were becoming a bit paranoid by now. The music became louder again. The water became darker and darker. "Uhh, guys." Scootaloo began. "L-look behind us." There was a face following them. All that was visible was its eyes and smiling, crooked teeth. It was getting slightly closer and closer every moment. "AHH!" All of the ponies began to run from it. The music became louder and louder. Although it was louder, it was still playing the slow-paced, creepy music. The water became darker and darker and darker until it was a dark red. It was blood. The ponies began to freak out from what they were seeing. There were dead ponies hanging from the ceiling from their necks. The hallway was becoming darker and darker until nothing was able to be seen. ------ "Ha ha, Good shot, princess! Ya made the touchdown again!" said a male voice. "We're so proud of you!" a female voice began. "I sure am glad we had such a wonderful daughter like you!" the male voice overpowered the female's a little bit. They began to laugh happily while pinching Scootaloo's cute little orange cheeks. "Oh you guys, not so rough heh heh heh." Scootaloo tried not to gloat. "Ha ha! Yes, your little Scootaloo might someday be able to qualify for the National Hoofball League!" said coach, laughing hartily. "Oh trust me I sure do plan to sign her up when she's old enough!" said dad, happily laughing. "Alright, princess lets go buy you a Foal's Meal from McHoofers! We'll be sure to ask for the colt's toys this time!" said dad as they walked off into the car. They all went inside McHoofers together and they were first in line. "Yeah we'll have a-" dad got cut off. The employee at the cash register was confused. "S-scootaloo?" mom was confused. "What's wrong with you Scootaloo?" mom, dad, and the employee backed into the wall. "Help! help! Somepony call 911!" the employee started to shout. All of the ponies eating at the restaraunt began to run. Cries were heard from outside, ambulances and sirens wailing. "Hello? Scootaloo are you awake?" said doctor. "Y-yeah.." Scootaloo could barely speak. "She's alive!" doctor yelled to the parents excitedly. "I can't believe she's alive after all of that!" "All of what?" Scootaloo asked the doctor. He was ignoring her as he explained all of the odd 'problems' she had had. "..Cyroids, Massive head trauma, fatal Cratischism, Blerogniphism.." as he talked and talked, he became more and more muffled. "..Hmrm, Mrhrhrmrhr, Mrrahrra...." he continued. "Well she better be sorry for what she did!" dad was angry at her. "Yeah I'm never gonna take her into another restaraunt again!" mom was angrier than dad even. It was the middle of the night. "Mom, Dad can I get some milk?" Scootaloo asked her parents while approaching the fridge. Inside the fridge there were containers. There was a white salt inside of all of the containers. All labeled 'MQD255M2ZO' "Mom.. Dad..?" Scootaloo questioned her parents. They were asleep on the couch. "Ma?" Scootaloo put her hoof on her mom. There was no pulse. "D-dad..?" Scootaloo put her hoof on her dad. No pulse. There were no pulses. ------ "Alright, lady. Time's up." said the guard, opening the jail cell. "And next time, leave them poor Diamond Dogs alone. Maybe then you won't break any laws, eh?" Rarity left to the main room to see her little sister there. "Rarity!" Sweetie Belle called to her sister excitedly. "Oh, I've missed you over the past few months, Sweetie Belle!" Rarity began to hug her sister tightly. "B-But what are you gonna do for money?" Sweetie Belle asked her sister. "I don't know yet, dear...I don't know.." "So.. how much?" The brown stallion in the car asked the white mare. "70 bits." "70 bits!? Thats outragious!" The brown stallion drove off angrily. "B-but!" Rarity was willing to haggle. Rarity sighed and sat on the pavement. (I'll never be able to make enough money to feed both me and Sweetie Belle..) She begun to think to herself. Down the road came a big truck. "Well howdy!" The stallion said, tipping his trucker hat to her. "How much?" "Uhh.. 50 bits..?" She hesitated. "Well dayum thats a deal!" He opened the door and Rarity squeezed inside the 2 seater Mack truck. "So...What are we...?" Rarity was hesistent in asking the trucker. "Well.." the trucker began. ------ "Do I make myself clear!?" he said. "Sir yes sir!" "I said DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" "SIR YES SIR!" "Private PF! What the hell are you doing!? Sleeping while on duty!? 150 push-ups now!" said the general. "Sir yes sir!" Photo Finish responded, getting onto the ground. "One one-hundred, two one-hundred, three one-hundred, four one-hundred, five one-hundred!" he went on and on. After a good 70 or so push-ups Photo Finish lost her balance and fell onto the floor. "What the hell was that?! What are you a pansy? A little pansy fashion pony?! I don't think so! Do it again from the start! One one-hundred, two one-hundred, three one-hundred!" he began again. It was the middle of the night. "Private PF, you're a failure did you know that?" Photo Finish was hanging from a wall. Her once-beautiful blue coat was stained with red. "You can't even defend yourself, just look at you!" "Please, General, take me to ze medic." "Why? You're a waste of effort! Those medics could use their resources for better! Besides, you're so much hotter when you're all bloodied up!" "Please, General, I need ze medic." "Nonsense! Quit thinking you can't do it! I know you can!! Oh wait, no I lied haha! You can't! You can't amount to anything!" General lowered the table Photo Finish was nailed on. "Now come here, sweetheart.." General pulled out a knife. "Now c'mere..." General began to slice away at her fur, and some of her skin. Blood was dripping everywhere. Everything faded black. "Yo, PF, you alright?" said the blue poofy maned mare. "Nein. Nein I don't think so.." Photo Finish took off her big, thick rimmed glasses usually worn by the typical nerd and began to cry into her friend's arms. ------ It was a dark room. There were multi-coloured objects floating through the sky above. "Twilight..? Twilight...?" a childish voice could be heard from far away. "S-Spike?!" The purple mare exclaimed, rapidly looking around for the dragon. He was nowhere to be seen. "Come here Twilight..." Twilight began to follow the voice coming from the right of her. The room seemed to go on forever. She passed by different floating objects. Objects like a gun, a rope, a bath tub, razors, and so on. Bonk! Twilight was so busy looking at the objects that she ran head first into a door. "Twilight! Come on in.." The door opened itself. Twilight hesitated, looking into the door. "Come on Twilight!" the voice of Spike yelled at her a bit annoyed. A gap opened right behind Twilight. Out of the gap came a purple dragon's claw. It pushed her into the door. "Aaagh!" Twilight screamed as she fell down a seemingly endless shaft. The shaft was a gray, metallic texture. Twilight eventually hit the floor with a loud thump. There was another door. "Come on in~" said Spike as the door creaked open. Twilight immediately walked into the door. The room was flashing all kinds of colours. Even colours she didn't even know the names of. There were even more objects floating throughout the sky. Balloons, cars, bunny rabbits, turtles, trees, houses, among other things. There were 6 little fillies staring at her. Twilight immediately began to run from them. The fillies were all floating, keeping up with her. Twilight attempted to teleport as far away as she could, much to no avail. "What do you want from me?!" Twilight exclaimed toward the 6 fillies. -------- "Applebloom!" said a faint, but familiar, voice. It was a pinkish red, organic room. Applebloom began to follow the voice from afar. With every step she took, a wet liquid splashed out of the room, seemingly made out of innards. "Applebloom!" she heard again, coming from a split in the blood vessel-like hallway. She followed the voice once more. The voice became more and more louder every step she took. The hallway began to rumble and out came a burst of blood flowing through out the hallway. She was taken away with the sanguine currents. She went through what seemed to be miles and miles before the blood pushed her out into a giant room. The blood was flowing like a waterfall out of the vessel and into the bloody lake below. Applebloom fell right into the bloody water. She couldn't swim. There seemed to be no floor as she continued to be pushed lower and lower by the blood. And out right from above her came an orange hoof. She grabbed onto it for dear life. The hoof slowly pulled her out of the blood. After surfacing, Applebloom was gasping air. She looked up and saw that the pony that had helped her, was none other than her dear sister, Applejack. Applejack gave her a big smile. "Now why don't ya'll come back home?" She began as she walked off into the distance. Applebloom followed. There was a door at the end of the room. Applejack opened the door and walked through. Applebloom went in right away. They were at Sweet Apple Acres. Except all of the trees were dead. The farm animals were all dead too, rotting corpse and all. "It sure is a wreck, ain't it?" said Applejack. She opened the barn door to reveal Granny Smith, Big Macintosh and Braeburn. They said nothing. Their mouths agape. Just staring. Staring. Staring. Staring forever. "Uhh... Whats wrong with em?" Applebloom questioned her sister. Applejack said nothing. She just stared. Her mouth was agape too. Applebloom's entire family was just staring. Staring forever.