//------------------------------// // Chapter 5: Whats in you soul? // Story: Frostbite: The book of Legends // by Silver Mist The bat pony //------------------------------// The clubhouse laid on the large and sturdy tree branch, a wooden stair way leading to the entrance. I looked at it and have a hard sigh. "Do I really need to hang out with three annoying fillys?" I asked, giving Ditzy a look of annoyance. "Frost, why are you argueing about this. It's a good way to meet with other ponies." "Coming from the pony who can't stop eating muffins." "YOU SACK OF MOTHER FU-" "Come on in." Scootaloo said opening the door. Ditzy froze, bringing her hoof back down. I entered and looked around the small clubhouse. The place was fairly neat, decorated with posters of a blue fured pony with a rainbow mane flying around clouds and performing stunts. "I see your idol is an egotistical maniac." I spoke. I looked to Ditzy, just about ready to rant at me again. "Oh, I heard yours is a librarian. I think your not one to judge." Scootaloo reacted. Ditzy laughed in response. "Alright, I suppose you want something from me. What is it? Ice cream? Adult movies? Wanna know where babies come from? I have bits. Lots of them." She shook her head. "I want you to judge our talent contest!" She yelled. I turned and walked away. "Where are you going?" Ditzy asked. "To go do literally anything else." I yelled to her. I continued walking when I felt her bite my tail and begin attempting to drag me. "Really?" I asked in a mocking tone. She stopped and I turned around. "Are you trying to send stalkers my way? Or, you know, random little ponies?" I asked. "Frost, this is probably one of the only chances you'll get to find how powerful friendship really is." She spoke. I rolled my eyes. "If I do this, will you leave me alone? I don't find this task of yours very helpful, or, you know, worthwhile." I said, walking past her. "It's a start." She told herself, trotting forward. ΩΩΩ "So, what's this thing about-bout-bout-mIgnimoc-and when does it-uoylliwreffusecnoerom-end?" I asked, slightly curious. "Apparently, they want to show us their skills." Ditzy answered, appreciating me asking. "Frost." I turned and saw the curtain flapping. I ignored it and moved on. I sat down on a little wooden seat and turned toward the large stage. I looked to the seats behind us and saw no pony else except for a colt with chocolate brown fur and an orange mane with an honestly stupid little spin cap on his head. "Um, we're experiencing difficulties. Please stay seated and we'll get back to you." Scootaloo spoke from the front before moving backstage. I sat there for a couple minutes. "Your suprisingly calm. I thought you where gonna flip out." Ditzy whispered. "Wanna play ball?" I turned to the stage and saw Scootaloo peaking her head out from the curtain, examining the area, before going back in. "Impatient, much?" Ditzy asked. I got up. "Well, I'm off. This was fun, really, it was, but I have work to do so bye bye." I wave my hoof like a foal whould to their mom and walked away. Then, I heard a soft whimpering from behind the curtain. Curious, I opened the curtain a crack and scanned the inside from there. I saw no lights on and the whimpers turned to whispers. I stepped through the curtain and immediately felt a chill run through me, like a cold breeze rattling through my organs. I felt a need to turn back, but one more whisper drove me foward. I walked down the pitch black hallway until it ended at a oak door. "Help! Help me please!" I saw water leaking out from under the door, feeling it hit the bottoe of my hooves. I may not get along with other ponies, but I'm not gonna leave this one here to die. I grabbed the doors knob and flung the door open. Silence. I slowly walked foward, flinching at every sound that echoed through the hall. After what felt of hours, I found my destination. At least, I believe it is. At first, I felt a wave of cowardness rush over me as I considered my decision. "Selfish." The word seemed to call to me, yet it was still spoken in a soft voice. However, it was enough of a reason for me to reach for the door and slowly pull it open. The knob seemed to leave my own grab and enter another's as the door slammed open, and I felt a sudden wave of nausea run over me. There, in the middle of the room was a small filly, strabbed to the floor with swarms of spiders rushing towards her. I walked towards her when the feeling of nausea grew and I realized she was the cause of it. Every step I took, I felt it begin to rise in my throat. I stopped and felt the spiders begin to bite at my skin as a drool of vomit dripped from my mouth. I stepped back and ran in the other direction, a door coming in sight. I turned and saw a little flame in the middle of the room. I turned back to the door and charged through, closing the door behind. ΩΩΩ Sweetie Belle cried harder as her friends tried to comfort her. "Well, now I know what that whipering was." I spoke, opening the curtain wide enough for me to enter. The orange filly turned to me. "We're trying to comfort our friend." She spoke. I walked over to them. "What's wrong with her?" I asked. The little white filly began crying harder. "Her sisters in the hospital. A sewing machine accident." A yellow filly spoke up. I cringed in a sense of anticipated pain. "Really? That's all?" The yellow filly spoke with a glaring tone. "Didn't you guys think to bring her there. Maybe that whould make her happy?" I sugested. "Oh yeah. Not a bad idea." Scootaloo spoke. The orange filly helped up her white fired friend and began to walk but stopped. "We, uh, might need supervision." The yellow one spoke up. "Yeah, well good luck finding some." I wpoke, exiting the stage. "But-" I cut them off. "I have work to do with Ice!" I yelled. Nothing happened. I put my face in my hoof. "You forgot the dry ice, didn't you Bush?" I asked. "Yeah." A bush close by shook. The fillys looked at the bush in aw. "Dangit, I had you watching us all day to do that and you forgot?! Whatever, just get the back up." I commanded. "Kids, close the door." Bush asks, witch they did obediently. "Bush, it's just a smoke bomb. How bad is it for the-" A large explosion activates in front of me. The fillies come outside to see bush had set off a grenade. "I hate all of you."