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If you’re having trouble keeping up with the story, than go read the crossover. His story is a really good read. He and I worked on both of our crossovers together! Please go read his story and enjoy it as much as I have!Subject 27
This room was poorly lit as well, and the door shuts and locks itself as you walk into the new room. Standing there in the dark, you don’t know what would happen. Then you hear it, the clicking sound coming from inside the darkness. The clicking sounded like two bones being tapped against each other, but slightly wet. The clicking gets louder as you stand there. More clicking sound starts to come from the darkness, from every direction.
“Daimon, I can’t see shit, what about you?”
“I don’t know, some big retarded-looking spider thing.”
As the clicking continues, the lights in the room come on, revealing the source of the clicking. Your eyes lock-on to a black creature in the middle of the room, roughly the same size of full grown pony, standing on four claws, and some green liquid is oozing out from underneath it.
Noticing this science experiment gone wrong, you charge it and kick it as hard as you can into the wall, causing it to splatter on impact, making a squishy thud.
“Seriously?” You say wondering why this was so easy.
You feel a burning sensation on your back, quickly turning around you spot three more of these abominations.
“The fuck are these things?”
After saying this, one of creatures lunges at you as the other two scurry quickly to move in and flank you. The first one makes contact with you and clutches its legs around your torso, the one on your right starts to spit green liquid at you, and the one to your left moves closer to you.
“WHAT THE FUCK! These things secrete acid? Daimon stay on healing, I gotta tank this!”
“Fine, I’ll get the band-aids.”
The one on your torso bites into your chest, causing you to scream out in pain.
The one to your right was still spitting acid near your feet and barely making contact with your bloody pant legs. The one to your left makes a hissing noise before it lunges at your side.You dodge the incoming acid and punt the other one mid-lunge into the wall, two down. The one on your chest was still trying to eat you, its beak tearing into your flesh. The one to your right spits at you once more, aiming higher this time, but fails and hits one of the legs of the creature grappled to you, causing it to lose its grip and come crashing down to the floor.
You quickly stomp the one as soon as it hit the ground leaving you with one left, you run over to it and grab it by its front legs and throw it at the wall.
“Well that wasn’t much. Hell, even their acid only burnt a bit of skin.” You say inspecting the acid burns and small cuts from its beak.
“How disappointing to see my homunculi fail. But they did give me what I wanted in the first place, test data.”
“Alright then, open the next door so we can get one step closer to kicking your ass!”
“Very well then, from this point on, you’re on your own. What you encounter will be completely random. Enjoy.”
The door on the far side unlocks as you approach it. Entering into the new area, you see it wasn't a room, but a hallway instead. The door quickly shuts and locks itself behind you. Something about this hallway feels very off; the air was cold, nipping at your skin your skin and causing your hair on your arms to stand on end. You can see every breath as you exhale. The lights on the high ceiling start to flicker, but not go out, some faster coming back on than others, some just staying lit. You start to walk down the hallway, only seeing the for ever expanding hallway, the walls are made of stones painted white, the floor was a dark grey stone.
The only thing you hear is your footsteps that you make. This hallway still very chilly as you continue down it, never seeming to end or change. You’re slightly alarmed when you notice you haven't spotted a single camera in this hallway. You eventually see the hallway splitting up into four other hallways. Coming to the crossroads, not knowing which way to take, you look down each hallway, all seemingly run on forever. You turn around to look down the hallway that you came down only to see a wall behind you. Your heart rate starts to increase at this realisation. You slowly back away from the new wall that appeared right behind you, only to back into another wall.
You quickly turn around to see another white stone wall. You panic and run down the left hallway. You start to break out in a sweat, seeming like you’ve been running for ever. You come to a stop to catch your breath. Not knowing how long you’ve been in this hallway, seconds seem like minutes, minutes turn to hours, and hours drag on, feeling like eternity. You stand there, hands on your knees, back hunched over,and trying to catch your breath. You look up still panting to see one of the lights to flicker and go out, then another one, faster and faster the lights go out coming closer to you. You quickly turn around to see only a wall blocking your way. You turn around to see the the hallway is covered in darkness besides the light right above you.
The light above you starts to flicker, you stand there holding your breath, not knowing when or if it will go out. After a few flickers the light above you goes out but only for a few seconds before all the lights come back on. You stand there, your heart beating against your chest, not feeling safe at all while in the dark. Then you notice it, the floor wasn't the same grey stone any more, but a shadow.
Standing there, not knowing what is creating the shadow on the floor, you slowly back away from it, your back hitting the wall behind you. Then you hear the whispering coming from the shadow, beckoning you. Each frozen whisper chilling your very soul.
“Come to me, embrace the shadow, join us.”
The shadow entrancing you with every cold word it whispers in your ears.
“Walk to the shadow, embrace the shadow, embrace with me.”
You slowly walk towards the edge of the shadow, not knowing what your body is doing, your mind screaming for your legs to stop moving. Each step brings you closer and closer to the to the edge of the shadow.
“That’s it, come to me,”
Your foot touches the edge of the shadow, and then the shadow quickly makes its way up your leg. With every inch that the shadow touches turns your skin into a frozen hell, the shadow not wasting any time with you. Now it’s making its way up your lower torso, you’ve lost all feeling in your lower half of your body. With the cold crippling your legs, you fall, landing further in the shadow. Your body now completely consumed by the shadow, it’s now making its way to your head. You let out a single tear of fear of being consumed, but the tear only freezes along your cheek. As you watch the shadow creep across the corner of your eyes, the last thing you see is the forever expanding hallway.
You stand in the darkness, your body frozen stiff from the intense cold. You hear whispers from all around you, before you feel a icy presence on your very soul.
“Just relax little one, don’t fight me and I’ll end your agony swiftly.” The shadow quickly entering your mind after it whispers one last thing in your ear.
The shadow standing in a long hallway inside your mind, wondering what to eat first.
“Picture frames, isn't that cute? The last human I entered their mind had nothing but darkness. Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we?”
The hallway has many picture frames hanging along it. there is a red carpet stretching down the long hallway. The first picture was a royal guard pony, with you upper cutting underneath his ribs. The picture next to that was the same pony but bucking you in the back.
“Well then, aren't you a violent one? You’re going to be so much fun to consume.” Her chilly laughter freezing your mind.
The next picture she came to had a stallion on it, bucking her new meal in the stomach, the one right next to that was the same stallion with a bloody head laying on the ground. The next set of paintings has you in some shop, you’re crushing a stallion with your foot. The next picture had you putting too much force on the pony, killing him as you were stabbed in the back by another pony.
“I can admire your fine work, such a handyman aren't you? Don’t worry, your memories will live on with me.”
The next picture had you in a room with four other earth ponies, they look like guards of this facility. The next few picture frames show each one of their gruesome fates.
“Well then, aren't you just the little powerhouse? Taking on four ponies at once is rather impressive, too bad you couldn't take on little ol’ me.”
The next few paintings were filled with the fates of the four different unicorns, with you not taking a single scratch by any of their powerful spells. The few paintings after that showed their brutal demise. The last painting of this group shows the unlucky stallion killing his friend and then not being able to escape before you ended him.
“Very impressive that you could resist their little magic spells, but looks like you couldn't resist my whispers of seduction.”
The second to last group of pictures shows your first kill in the facility, the poor unicorn trying to fit you with a new shiny “Slave Collar”, the painful expression on her face as you carved her a new smile with a scalpel. The pure agony she went through as you sawed through most of her horn before snapping it off. The final picture frame showed her fate as you tied her up, hanged her, and used her like a dart board.
“Clever one, aren't you?This picture slightly disturbs me, but a rather nice idea of torture that I’ll use before consuming my next meal.”
The final picture was a rather gruesome one. This picture held the torture of Filthy Rich and his little filly. The first picture has you beating his broken body to a bloody pulp. The picture after that has you tying him up with barbwire and hanging him from the rafters of his store, watching as the barbwire tears into his skin like scissors to paper. The next picture has you seasoning him with salt, every single cut on his skin now covered with it. You then brought the filly up to him as you said something and then cut him down, letting him fall to the ground. He tries to stand, but collapses and begins to crawl for the door only to have you yell at him in a demonic tone before kicking his broken body across the room. What the woman saw next caused her to cringe as she watched you shove the filly in the bag and use her to beat her own father nearly to death, lying in a puddle of his own blood. . .
“W-Well then... I-Isn't this just a horrifying event, beating somepony with their own filly... That’s a rather... Unique way of traumatising somepony... I do have to admit... Even I didn’t think of doing this... Until now.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!” Daimon laughed maniacally.
The shadowy figure stood silent, not the laughter surprising her.
“A-Another voice in your head? You humans do seem to be rather mentally unstable....”
“Awwww but that just adds to the fun! If we were stable none of this would of happened and I wouldn’t of been set free!”
“Set free? What do you mean?”
“Well aren’t you a curious one. . . I am also wondering something myself. . .”
“And what would you like to know?”
“Didn’t it seem a bit too easy to manipulate Colt? Well that’s because I wanted you here...”
“Y-You do have a solid argument... Both you humans seem like rather easy, delicious prey and would you want me here?”
“Because I was hoping I could get to know you...”
The shadow went silent once more, choosing her words carefully.
“Oh? What would a voice as yourself like to know about little ol’ me?”
“You misunderstand, I am not just a voice in his head, I am him. I am every negative and hateful thought and feeling he has ever had condensed into one personality. So in a way I am more real than you.”
“So much pure emotion bottled up into one tasty bite.... I can’t wait to sink my teeth into the both of you. And I am very much real, I have one thing that you don’t. My own body, my own soul, my own personality.”
“Oh then this should make these next few moments all the more entertaining,” as Daimon says this, black chains materialise around the woman.
“Bondage? Aren't you the kinky one. Okay, I’ll play your little game for now.”
“Oh you wish I was only going there. . . These were the chains that bound me for ten years locked away in Colt’s mind. You aren’t going anywhere. . . “
“What bound you for ten years doesn’t mean they can keep me bound for very long.”
“Maybe so, but they will do for now,” as Daimon says that, he materialises in front of her in his shadow form with pitch black eyes. He walks up to her as a small bottle appears in his hand.
“Oh hey there big boy, whatcha going to do to me?” With a teasing sound in her voice.
“And what’s that little bottle for?”
“This? Just a little sulfuric acid, I have always wanted to try this,” Daimon says as he lifts the bottle above her head with a malicious grin on his face and his eyes now crimson red.
“Sulfuric acid, aye? Sorry to disappoint you sweetheart but I’m not a masochist, now why don’t you be a good boy and untie me before we get ahead of ourselves.”
“No deal there. Now lets see how loud that pretty little voice of yours can get. . . “ Daimon says allowing a few drips of the acid to land on her forehead, it quickly begins to bubble as the smell of burning flesh fills the air.
“Ouchies, did you really have to pour that on me?”
“Okay then, I guess I will go to plan B. I hope you live long enough to get to the others!” Daimon says as a large bronze bull appears in front of him.
“Oh my, w-what do you plan on doing with that?”
“Ah, I forgot you know nothing of my world, I will explain. Long ago in called Greece the emperor of the time had need of a torture device as well as entertainment. He went and asked a metalworker named Perilo to construct something that fit his needs. Months later he returned with this, a bronze bull, and it is used by putting the person in the belly of the beast so to speak and lock them inside. You then light a fire beneath it, as the bronze heats up the victims flesh with begin to burn causing immense pain. But fear not I will still be able to hear your cries because it also had a horn put in it so as the victim screams in pain it comes out sounding like a bull.”
“What a colorful world you humans have, much more so than these ponies. What delicious souls you humans must have, only if I could just get a taste of one. And you’re planning on putting me in t-there?”
“Of course!” Daimon said in a cheery tone.
Daimon snapped his fingers and the chains detached from the ground and bound themselves tightly around his guest. He then picked her up and began to walk towards the bull.
“P-Put me down! D-Don’t you dare try to stick me in there!”
“A picky girl aren’t we? Would you prefer the Iron Maiden?”
The shadowy figure started to squirm as they got closer to the Bronze Bull. She is used to being the one to cause the nightmares, not being the victim in them.
“Sorry, can’t do that, the bull awaits,” Daimon says as he opens the side door to the bull.
“W-Wait! Y-You don’t want to do this to me! You and I can become very powerful allies!”
“You can’t help yourself right now, how could you possibly help us?” Daimon says as he places her in the bull.
She sits in the bull, scared for what might lay ahead of her.
“F-Fine! I-If you’re going through with this, then I hope you’ll be able to handle yourself against him!”
“Will do, and please send ‘Him’ my regards. . .” He says as he slowly closes the hatch, locking it and lighting the fire beneath it.
As the fire burns you can hear her moving around in the bull trying to get away from the bottom as it is the first to get hot. After a minute you can hear the horn of the bull all too well, simply beautiful. Wondering how she is doing, you walk over to the bull, and just with a thought, the bull disappears leaving her burnt body laying on the ground still breathing.
“Oh joy, this means we get to go to plan C!”
As she lays there, her body still badly burnt, she tries to numb the pain with a frosty aura around her, only able to take very a little of the sting out of her burns.
“Y-You’ll pay for this! I’ll make sure of it!”
“Before our next session I would love to hear how you plan to kill that which has no life, because I already died. . . “
Staying silent for a moment, she looks up to him, meeting his gaze.
“E-Easy, any thing can be killed if you removed the head.”
“Well, maybe you are right, or maybe you will just turn me into a kickball. Either way very unlikely to happen, but enough chit chat.” Daimon picks her up and walks behind one of the picture frames where a large sarcophagus is waiting.
“W-What are you doing? D-Don’t put me in there! STOP!”
Daimon ignores her as he pulls open the door to reveal the inside to be covered with large metal spikes, this was the Iron Maiden. He slowly sets her in standing upright and just as she is about to move he slams the doors shut on her.
As the door shuts, the shadowy figure goes quiet, blood starts to ooze out from the Iron Maiden.