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// Oct. 2014 project - Fallout:Equestria No God Below - 2. Ideas 
// Story: RoMS' Extravaganza 
// by RoMS 
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“You don’t want to open that door,” a female voice whispered at an inch from my ear.

I think my face melted away just by pure terror. The mare wrapped her hoof around my shoulder even before I reacted. She was cold like death. I slowly turned my head to see the sneaky mare’s face. She wore a large black hood leaving only her two creepy yellow eyes visible. Well, no sleep for me tonight.

“Sometimes you don’t want to know what’s behind a door.”

I grunted as she put all her weight on my shoulder and knocked her other forehoof on the door. I wanted out but the mare had me locked under her grip.

“Sometimes, yes, you wished you could open a door and have the answer behind. Sometimes, what is behind the door is something you have locked away and refuse to confront ever again.” Under her hood, her smile grew, eerily white in the darkness.

She had pointy teeth. My blood did one turn and I failed again to shy away.

“You’re dea…” She put her free hoof on my lips.

“Tut, tut…” she giggled. “I am the one talking and I hate being cut off during my esoteric rants.”

She grinned at me even wider and her cold, dank breath rolled over my face. With the swift jerk of her head, she threw her hood back on her shoulders. I was right. That mare was dead. I had seen her just seconds ago. That red mare with a crimson hide and a mane as blue as mine was dead. But seeing her going back to the handle and trying to open it again assured me that she was alive, somehow. She frowned.

“Eh, don’t do that trick on me,” she pouted. “Not when I’m messing with somepony.”

My heart derailed when she knocked on the door, lurched her hoof at the handle, turned and opened that gate.

“Ah, ah!” she said gleefully.

She looked at me with a playful grin. She did the unexpected. She licked me in one long sway of her tongue. She licked my face! I cringed on my hooves but she held me tight, hugging me like an old friend.

“And sometimes,” she smirked. “Ponies will open what you’ve buried deep and away.”

And she threw me in. I screamed, screamed, and screamed. But nothing happened. The room was fucking barren. Empty. That mare had set me up! I turned back towards the door, my heart trying to break a speed world record.

“You…”

She was gone. The threshold was empty and only a cold breeze was brushing over my wet neck. But there is no wind inside. There never was. The whisper came with a stinging pain in my head, a feeling of nausea bubbling in my head. I threw up.

“The city is cursed, Dervich,” her voice, now disincarnated resonated in the empty room. “You will understand that soon, like all those who’ve been suffering. Do what you must to escape before the city owns you… before you’re forever trapped here. Because it will. This city will own you.” I froze as her voice hacked and swerved like an old radio record being messed with. “This city is curse and it will make you lose who you were. Bahrneigh. Will. Defile. You.”

My mane crawled as silence drowned out my raggedy breath. Holding my sides with my shivering hooves, I looked around and back at the door. I was alone.

Pushing myself back on my hooves, dusting the dirt of my pale coat, I looked around. The room was empty indeed, but with the marks left on the ground I could tell it had not been always that way. Time had left the traces of chairs, heavy furniture and a large round print like a stage in the middle. Dust had taken over the room