//------------------------------// // Horror // Story: What's In The Box? // by naturalbornderpy //------------------------------// HORROR   Both Dark Pinkie and Drama Pinkie followed close behind Random Pinkie. Together, they slunk up the short hallway toward the room that'd become the center to all this madness.                  “Lucky we were able to exit out a different closet,” Dark Pinkie said.                  Random shushed her. “Don’t waste words. Each chapter only has three hundred of them.”                  “And what chapter are we on?” asked Drama, before both rain and thunder sounded from outside.                  “Whaddaya think?” Random spat, careful to combine a few words together. “This is Horror. So be on the lookout. The writer of this story’s an oddball for all things dark and depressing.”                  “You’re sure telling me…” Dark and Drama muttered out together.                  The trio of Pinkies crossed a curving set of stairs that disappeared into nothingness. Dark Pinkie stuck her head down. “I can’t see anything beyond the sixth step!”                  Random snorted. “That’s because the author hasn’t described anything besides the upstairs so far. Simply put: anything not described, will not exist.”                  The door to the room was locked, so Random kicked it in. Once inside, the latest Pinkie Pie scurried into a corner, shielding her face.                  “It’s alright! You're safe!” Random told her.                  Drama circled the box on the floor. “If this is Horror, does that mean there’ll be a monster inside this box?” She kicked it open, unleashing a cacophony of horrified shrieks into the room.                  Random jumped overtop of the box, halting it. “What in Equestria was that!?”                  The Pinkie huddled in the corner turned to them—patches of dried blood caked to her fur. “The final screams of all my victims.”                  Dark Pinkie slapped herself on the forehead. “Oh! In this story, Pinkie Pie’s the monster!” She paused. “We should probably run.”