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// Two Octagon Chambers 
// Story: Too Many Octagon Chambers 
// by Phoenix Quill 
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Celestia and Bright Idea took a quick step away from the first room that they had entered, and took a hard right to go a little down the hall. Celestia was feeling hopeful now that they would go all the way to the end where the two hallways met, so that she could see what she actually expected.

At first it looked as if she were to get her way, and she did find a set of new double doors, but before she could open them up herself Bright Idea gave a wave of his hoof. "AYE No' tha' one, dow' eer!" Celestia was so shocked that somepony would so casually order her around, that she actually turned away from the doors and followed him, and was surprised at herself for doing so.

As the pair went down the hall, getting farther from the area she had wanted work done all the time, she began to think to herself. Why am I following this idiot around? I could just roast him alive with my sun, send him to the moon, that would probably do him in, turn him into a toad... her thoughts were interrupted quickly by her face slamming into an open door, with her horn spearing right through the wood.

"Heh, oops." Bright Idea said with what looked like the good graces of at least trying to act like he was worried now. "Don' worry I'll get you out."

"No, It's fine I'll just," Celestia went to charge her horn to blast the door away, only to find that it wouldn't work. "Hey, what's going on here?"

"I don' know," Bright Idea said as he reached up with a small saw. "Migh be that th' wood's inturrupting the magi' flow. Does Godswood mean anything to you?"

Godswood, Celestia thought to herself in annoyance because she knew. Godswood wasn't a specific type of tree, but rather it was any wood that came from one of the old gods forests. Everfree for example was one of them, where some of the trees there have certain properties not found in other trees. In the case of whatever one he'd managed to find and work with, it seemed to be blocking her magic. How I really hate that pony.

Celestia looked on in annoyance as the hunk of wood she had skewered her horn through and gave a pull back, taking the door with her in an arc. "Uhh, yes, good hinges," she muttered as she tried to back away quicker. "I just need to," 

"Oh, I getche," Bright Idea said with a grin as he bucked the door, slamming it shut and taking her with it as if she were made of marshmallow fluff instead of flesh and bone. "Tha' oughtta hol' i' stiff fer ye'," He said with a grin. "Naw, no nee'ta thank me, jus' ano'er goo' Eques'rian, willin' ta' 'elp out a princess."

The ruler of all good Equestrians, was now using all four hooves to push against the wooden door, regretting the wood blocking her magic for how strong she wished to strangle this particular good citizen. The sound made upon her horn exiting the wood sounded not unlike a champagne cork leaving the bottle in a high velocity. The next sound of Celestia tumbling into an historic bit of decorative armor sounded much like somepony throwing a dish cabinet down a long flight of stairs.

Bright Idea looked at Celestia as if she may have been an escapee from a mental ward rather than one of his co-rulers. "Uhh, ye' awrigh?"

"YES! I mean, um, yes." Celestia said with what could best be described as the quickest grin in the west, if not the least sincere. "I'm sure somepony can get that, but please, open the door."

"Oh, tha' righ'!" He then quickly opened the door, this time not hitting Celestia but a random maid that was walking to check what all the commotion was about. Celestia was about to say something before she was ushered in by Bright Idea pushing her from behind as she still sat down. "Feast yer eyes o' that!" 

Celestia already knew that she was going to hate this, long before she had come inside this room. She however had no idea how much. This particular room was indeed shaped like an octagon, that much can at least be said. The scale here however was indeed different in that it barely was large enough to hold a single pony, let alone the lone mop and bucket that was in there.

Celestia looked at the mop as it fell over with a clatter, "What is that?"

"An octogenarian like shape room!" Bright Idea said with a grin before he blew into a rag, opened it to look for something interesting, then like a magician, made it disappear into his pocket. "See inside all those lil balconies an such?"

Celestia looked and saw row after row of shelves, and crammed into a corner was a single toilet. "Is that toilet up to code?"

"Ell, I ope so," Bright Idea said as he entered the closet and pushed out the mop. "It's harder t' find a toilet 'eer than a spittoon in a rabbit hole."  He then slammed the door leaving Celestia in the hallway in puzzlement. After a while he came out looking much relieved. "Ahh, tha's be'er."

"I hope you washed your hooves," Celestia said as she walked away. Bright Idea followed, laughing loudly as he did so. 

"Now how can I wash, there aint no water in tha room!" He said, kicking a scrap of bathroom tissue from his rear hoof.

At first Celestia was just disgusted, and she was apt to let him know such, but then it dawned on her. "Wait, no water? But, you flushed, right?" Bright Idea looked blankly at her. "You flushed right?" Celestia opened the door hard and looked closer at the toilet and saw that it was little more than a seat with a hole in it. Followed by a hole in the floor, followed by a yelling Prince Blueblood.