Noise...
A gentle thudding sound... ...
Something that resembled thunder... a persistent beat... ... ...
Flash Sentry's eyes fluttered open.
He sat up on the cot in the corner of his cell. A series of bright lamps illuminated the small rectangular chamber and the space beyond the bars outside. It wasn't too claustrophobic of a space, and the place where he had to lie down was sufficiently cushioned.
But prison was still prison.
He had lost track of how long he had been in there. At some point—countless hours ago—he had been escorted quietly to this lone spot downstairs. It was beneath the Palace... or perhaps it was beneath the Crystal Empire's police department. There was really no way of telling... nor of caring.
Flash ran his hooves over his face, trying to rub the exhaustion and ennui out of his system. Failing.
The thudding persisted. It was accompanied this time by something else... a gentle percussion of countless voices—shouting, cheering, laughing.
The Celebration.
Flash took a deep breath.
One way or another, it was transpiring after all.
Even if it transpired without him.
That—if nothing else—brought a stab of relief to the bubble that had formed around his spirit.
It wasn't enough to make him smile.
Flash stood up. Trotting slowly across the scant space of his cell, he ran a free hoof across the concrete wall. He delighted in the vibrations that he felt through his fetlock... the inkling of a melodic beat rippling in some unseen distance... bringing mirth and hope to somepony... anypony. He imagined dignitaries from all across Equestria stumbling upon the decorations Derpy Hooves had made, delighting to the music that Lyra, Octavia, and Vinyl were performing, engorging themselves on the treats that Bon Bon and the Cakes had made. Above ground—beyond sight—the world was bouncing... living... fluttering.
It was just as well.
These thoughts sealed the moment with enough purpose, at least. And as the hours limped on—blending together like a stale soup—Flash could almost ignore the fact that he hadn't seen anyone or talked to anyone or been spoken to in the entire space of a day.
It was a sensation he was more than a little bit familiar with. In some haunting fashion, it made him feel more at home down there.
Finally giving into exhaustion, he returned to the cot and lay on his side. He squinted across the gray fuzz of his confines... imagining he was staring at a dull computer monitor across a dust-laden room that hadn't seen sunlight in lifetimes. The fascimile of a teenage boy stared back from the otherworldly sheen, and Flash descended into the sullen distance dwindling between them.
It wasn't sleep that greeted him, but something far duller. He accepted it for what it was worth, and rolled on into far fuzzier thoughts—noble and lonesome.
Well this is just depressing I hope someone comes and visits him soon.
nice work.
Still love this fic.
Nopony stood up for Flash? Octavia, Vinyl, the Cakes, Derpy, Bon Bon, and Lyra (who were all there to see him get dragged off) didn't so much as go to visit?
Flash needs his sleep and rest. Some time alone to reflect and repair.
This story is from the future! Tell me future author, what are the winning lottery numbers? Do we get to Mars? Do I ever find twue wove?
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I think they might be under the impression they are doing what he wanted them to do in the first place, which is the truth. There is also the fact that Flash is right there, the pony one that is, so it isn't clear.
8845882 Right, but not all of them have to be there. Derpy was setting up decorations, she isn't actually needed once things start. Soarin, too, probably doesn't have to be there, except Spitfire would likely set him on fire if he left early.
Of a space.
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Yeah, probably will. I mean, I doubt we're gonna have two chapters in a row where he doesn't speak to anyone.
Then again, I think I skipped at least one human-world chapter because the bunch of them were so painful, so it might go the other way.
...uh, how long are they gonna let him stew and not feed him?
haha, lifetimes, that's exactly how teenagers feel about the passage of time.
"I haven't seen my friends in like, an entire lifetime"
"Honey...it's been two weeks."
Wow...he can't even enjoy the celebration he was instrumental in bringing together...
I understand that from Shining's point of view he is a possible security risk at a high end diplomatic get together...still an A Hole move...
At least it plays into Flash Sentry's pity party.
Wow, he went to all that work bringing this whole party thing into being, and now he's stuck in a jail cell while it all happens and he can't even enjoy the fruits of his labors.
Why did none of the Ponyville gang come to his defense? Or Soarin? I mean...somepony should've stepped up...
Concrete cell because otherwise diamond dogs and dragons would just dig, eat their way out?
Flash is depressed and being on pony world allowed him to paint over that for a while. But his inherent depression has not been resolved. Until the root cause(s) are resolved and he discovers / is taught a way to move forward and commits to the work, this is what he will return to.
He might contaminate the celibration with his alien, depressed heart. As ponies pick up on that kind of thing, keeping him isolated to preserve the party he worked so hard to craft might be considered in the best interest if the party, even as his presence will be missed by those ponies whose lives he touched.
If they don't deport him after the good times are done, then they will likely take a Crack at fixing him. My money is on deportation. Local Flash might even press for it as he wants his own life to lead, not to be confused with some "alien twin" running around who has issues to resolve. "Put things as they belong!" will be the battle cry. The more ponies who know the truth about Brad, the more might be offended at the presence of a mirror universe, with alien doubles leaking over from time to time.
flash may be in a bade place right now but at the same time he should be happy he has dune good.
Geeze, pretty raw deal that Flash wasn't able to attend the party he spent so much time organizing.
I can only assume that none of the ponies Flash brought in to help are aware of his internment. They'd be fighting tooth and hoof for him if they were. Heck, I almost hope the festival falls apart without him. Almost.
Also, when exactly do they feed the poor boy?
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Well, he can't really have been in there for all that long if the celebration is still going on right now, so presumably, if they haven't done so yet, they'll get around to it in time.
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He got arrested right in front of Bon-Bon and the Cakes. They've got to be aware.
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I think they either weren't aware or were too shocked and confused when it happened, and once it all settled there wasn't anything they could do and they decided they should do their celebration duties if nothing else. For all we know, though, they're currently trying to get him out of there.