At first glance, this house in it prime was most likely beautiful, bright and welcoming but still held a bit of ambition and spirit that of an athlete. The poster on the wall depicted the Wonderbolts a piece of yet again a better time, the Wonderbolts are mere memories now. yet to be lost to the sands of time. Underneath the poster, you see a comfortable-looking red gold colored couch the bright colors dulled by dust settling on it layer after layer.
There is a light in the center of the room, you try to turn it on but the light remains dormant. You head on to the next room with the intent to find something that might aid you in getting out of this waking nightmare. At first glance, it was easy to tell that this was a kitchen, the fridge, counters and some food set out in preparation for breakfast. You're still determined to find something that could help you. Looking around you see there is a note on the fridge which reads.
You should leave this place which is yours, through the door which is not there.
“What does that even mean?” you ask aloud confused at the meaning behind the note. Walking over to the food you examine it. It’s weeks old, inedible for those with standards. Moving away from the food you try the cupboards, which are bare of anything but dust any old cobwebs. Frowning you continue your search throughout the kitchen. Your vigorous searching rewards you with a pair of goggles that looked like they were used for flying. They hold the spirit of one who never gives up on their dreams. Putting the goggles in your saddlebags you start rummaging through the drawers.
The only things that seem to be in the drawers are various pictures of the Wonderbolts as well as a couple badges and ribbons with ‘#1!” written on them. You grind your teeth in frustration at the lack of food. Despite thinking of stuff you needed to record all the things you’ve seen so far as well as some water you forgot food. Maybe because you didn’t expect a long stay? Whatever the reason you’re here now and you should make do as a dead pony can’t tell their tale.
You turn toward the week old food on the counter repulsively. Slowly but surely you reach the pancakes if they even deserved that name. They were green and blue in some places, along with other stains of unknown origins. You feel you’re going to regret this later. Reaching over you pick up one of the ‘pancakes’ you close your eyes and very slowly bring it toward your mouth. You could say you prepared for the taste but there is no way to prepare in the first place. Once you take the first bite, you almost immediately spit it out. The taste is like trying to fork down raw meat that has been rolled in cheese that just sat in the sun for a week, how it tastes like that is beyond you. You force yourself out of hunger to eat the rest though it leaves you with less energy than before.
Taking out your water bottle you gulp down a good half at least to get the taste out. With one final sweep of the room, you leave no intention to come back even in the whole of Tartarus was after you.
The next room appeared to be some sort of trophy room. How did you come to this conclusion? Maybe it was that the room was filled to the brim with trophies. You pick out one trophy and bring it out of the stuffy room. The trophy has dust on it, to which you brush off. The label when visible reads ‘Best Young Fliers 1st Place!’. Upon finishing reading the label a click is heard as if the trophy knew when you would finish reading. You start to look at the trophy for the source of the click.
You find a slot in the bottom of the trophy. Opening it rewards you with a paper which promptly falls to the ground. Grabbing the paper you unfold it to get yet another message which read ‘Why the hunter doesn't dwell here is simple as they are to become the hunted. Hunted by what you ask? By the thing which you can't see, but is inescapable, by the thing that lies with you whilst your eyes are sealed.’ The message seems important but gives no answers only questions. You tuck the note in your saddlebags for review later.
A yawn takes you as you find your way upstairs. Which is odd as you only slept an hour ago. Shaking your head the weariness from your eyes leaves you as you get to the top of the steps. At the top, there is a hallway with multiple doors. You decide to open the nearest door. On the other side is a bedroom, with a bed being the center of it. The bed itself looked comfy, soft, welcoming being made of cloud helps strengthen the notion that it is soft. Above the bed is a rainbow banner with a tiny blue triangle shaped banner next to it with a rainbow lightning bolt on it.
Beside the bed on both sides are tables. The one on the right has a picture with six ponies you don’t recognize, they look happy. The left has a circle container that is empty and a lamp. On the left side of the room is another Wonderbolts poster placed next to the window. The last thing that you can see that's interesting about the room is a dresser with a mirror adjoining it and a light purple container. Walking forward you grab the purple container, opening it you see a strange golden necklace with a gray lightning shaped gem in the middle. You look at the necklace at every angle but to no avail as the necklace yields nothing. Putting it away you continue your search of the room.
As you start to open the drawer to the table on the left of the bed. A blinding light comes from your saddlebag effectively startling you. Tripping from an object unseen you hit the floor muzzle first. Groaning in the sudden pain that burst forth from your muzzle you get up. When you get on your hooves, however, a dizziness hits you making you stagger around for a bit before recovering, only to find that most of the stuff in your saddlebags has spread across the floor. You start to pick up all the objects that fell out when you see the necklace. The gem once a dull gray is now a shining bright red.
Standing there you are unsure of what to do. The gem glowed a fierce bright red as if beckoning you toward it. Tentatively you start to move forward. The gem glowing brighter with every hoof fall. When you reach it, it’s glowing as bright as the sun itself. Carefully you move your hoof forward to grab it. When your hoof just barely touches the necklace, your world became as bright as the first time it happened except this time you find yourself unable to speak nor move you're only allowed to watch through the eyes of a pony you did not know.
“I’m telling you! He...it is a real danger! He, I mean it is real!” Pinkie Pie said to the pony that you had yet to know.
“Come on, Pinkie!” said the pony’s eyes you are watching through, “I mean really a strange thing is going to take over Ponyville and kill all of us? You going to have to try a little harder than that to try to fool me!”
“But I’m not kidding! It's real! I saw it!” Pinkie protested with a pleading look, “Please, believe me, Dasie we’re friends!”
“Pinkie,” Dashie said with a sigh, “You know that-”
“Know that what?” Pinkie said a smile starting to adorn her face.
“Know that we're getting worried about you,” Dashie said to which Pinkie's smile melted off her face, “I mean all this stuff you talk about. It’s dark,”
“I thought you would understand!” Pinkie said tears starting down her face, “You of all ponies!”
“But...I…-” Dashie, however, was cut off by Pinkie.
“No! You don’t want to listen fine!” Pinkie said starting away at a fast pace, “If you all end up dead then it’s your fault for not listening!” Dashie watched as the crying mare run off in shock at what she just said. The vision fade’s too dark. You attempt to open your eyes finding it easy. What you find when you open your eyes, however, is...interesting. You're in the main square of Ponyville with ponies around you minding their own business, talking casually as if nothing is happening.
“Welcome to act II,” the filly's voice says with a giggle.