The dark was almost calming to their minds, because for once they may not actually be able to see their imminent death coming at them. And if it would be a fast passing, then that would be all the better. The room held a faint glow of light from a light hanging on a single cord. It was either there wasn't much left in the main generators, or the backups had already kicked on in the facility. Seeing as how the lights had just gotten dimmer, it was most likely the backups kicking on as the main generators failed. They wouldn't have much time before it was complete darkness engulfed everything around them.
Twilight wanted to ask why Houdini had told her not to blink, but since he had helped her escape death before, she didn't necessarily want to go against what he said. The dark was never really her forte, and without much thought she lit her horn with a small orb of intensely bright light that filled the entire room. Her eyes had already adjusted to the lighting within the room, and the intense light that flowed into their eyes blinded them for a split second and caused them to close their eyes instinctively. The sudden realization of their actions flashed through both Twilight and Houdini's mind. He knew of what could come from such a mistake of a single blink, and he quickly looked over at Twilight to see if she was alright. Luckily she was alright, but something was happening. Twilight gave a glance to him and her eyes went wide with fear as she saw him slowly fading away. She had no idea what was happening to him, but she didn't want him to go. He was the only thing keeping her safe, and she put a hoof on his arm to try and keep Houdini close.
“Twilight, you HAVE to let go!” Houdini yelled at Twilight, ripping her hoof from his arm and walking back against the wall. He rushed towards the strange stone creature that had once been in the far corner of the room, but now stood in the middle lifelessly. “I'm sorry I couldn't help you more Twilight...” He told her with sadness coming from his voice.
He was becoming more transparent with every passing second. During the last of his time being visible, Houdini has his arms wrapped around the statue... or whatever it was that stood in the middle of the room. Twilight closed her eyes as he rushed at it, afraid that there was going to be copious amounts of blood, or even the thing tearing him apart. That was the last thing that she wanted to see of the person who she had come to think of as her hero.
“No... Not the spiders... Agh!” his voice echoed one last time.
A vicious snapping and crack echoed throughout the concrete chamber, the orb of light at the tip of Twilight's horn ceasing to exist as her mind raced through the possible outcomes of what had just happened. Her eyes burst open, and the dark reigned supreme once again. Twilight came to think of ways to save him and darted to her feet and charged with her horn forward across the room, expecting to meet with a creature and her friend lying on the ground.
But there was one last thing that she saw that baffled her, especially when she should have seen that strange, tan creature and Houdini...
Wall.
Twilight started to come back to her senses, a pleasant smell that induced a sense of euphoria flowing through her nostrils. She took a deep breath in, the sweet smell of a freshly made daisy sandwich making her hungry and wishing that she was back at home. But the only place that they had daisy sandwiches was in Equestria... unless she was just dreaming. But the smell continued to linger in her nose, the joy in her body continuing to grow. There was no way she was dreaming by now, so she had to have been home. That was her logic, but here that did not apply. Most logic did not apply within many SCP facilities, but she had not been around long enough to know anything of this.
She bounced up from the cold floor, her head launching up and looking around hoping that there was a fresh daisy sandwich resting just in front of her. Rather than seeing what she had wanted to, Twilight's face was met with the a translucent orange glob that molded to her face as if it was peanut butter. Falling back down to the floor more surprised than scared, she looked over the orange blob that was starting to climb on top of her. The sense of euphoria was still present in her body, and with the continual contact with this strange orange creature it continued to increase. She wanted to just laugh right now, all sense of fear and sadness from the events of the day flowing away from her as it was replaced with unadulterated happiness. Twilight hadn't felt so alive and happy in months... the world just seemed to shine that much brighter, and everything seemed to be happier. The faint dripping noises from outside the door reminded her of the leaky faucet back at home, even though she knew exactly what the dripping was. She knew, but put a new meaning to it to be happier. It was strange to be feeling this way, amidst the terror, destruction, and death. But she couldn't help any of it. The feelings just came to her, and placed themselves in her mind.
Coming back to reality with what little sense of it she had left, Twilight watched as the creature played all over her body. It ran hopped up and down on her as if she was a trampoline, ran around like it wanted to play, and it even made cooing noises, as if it was trying to bark like a dog. It continued to run around the room, hoping that Twilight would engage in some sort of activity with it. But she didn't. Twilight just lay on her back, eyes moving in their sockets and a smile on her lips as she watched the little orange ball of slime hop and roll around the room. It seemed awfully friendly for being in such a cruel place, but then again it wasn't the only nice thing that she had met so far.
It hopped over to her, taking a leap over her head and landing directly on her gut. Even though it didn't weigh that much, it still knocked the wind clean out of her. Twilight took a few deep breaths in to regain what had been knocked out of her lungs, and decided that this thing may just want to play and be talked to. If it did, she could only hope for the best.
“Well, hi there little orange guy...” She told it with a nervous grin on her face.
The orange slime ball continued to roll on her body and bounce every which way, gargling and cooing when she began to talk to it. It seemed to like being talked to, it liked the attention it was getting. It was acting like a dog, even kind of like Winona when she wanted to play. Maybe if I treat it like Winona... it will act the same way... Twilight thought to herself. She slowly reached a hoof up to the blob, placing it on what seemed to be the head, and moving it side to side. The orange blob material bunched up whenever she moved her hoof in any direction across it, the slime that encased it giving her hoof resistance any time she tried to move it.
It began to jiggle on top of her, and Twilight became a bit scared as to what it might be trying to do. It could be getting ready to gobble her up in a single bite, or it could be getting ready to crush her body... but it was tickling her? Twilight was starting to chuckle a bit, the tickling that the creature was unleashing on her only mild. The intensity of the tickling got greater as time moved on, and her laughs got louder and louder until she broke into a full out laughing fit. She tried rolling around to stop the tickling, but it was to no avail as the creature seemed to have a solid grip on her. Twilight's sides began to ache after a few minuted of intense laughter, something that she wasn't generally used to even with Pinkie Pie as her friend.
She was having a great time with this little dog like blob, and she didn't even know its name. It did have a small piece of paper stuck to it, but she couldn't tell which way that it was supposed to be. From one way, it read 666 and the other read 999, but she couldn't be exactly sure on to what it really was, because it looked right both ways. Twilight continued to laugh even as her sides ached, but she became quiet when she noticed the loud thumping and scraping on concrete getting closer. It became louder and clearer, a rasping voice starting to become slightly audible.
“...Purple... so ugly...” it said with a heavily rasped voice.
The only thing going through Twilight's mind was the happiness that the little orange slime ball had bestowed in her, and she had faith that it would somehow get her out. At least she hoped it did, as the door on the other side of the room burst open and came flying directly at Twilight, a large hole where it used to be.