Choice

by AnOrdinaryWriter


6

You leap forward at Pinkie Pie, but she dodges your attack. But before you can stop yourself, you feel pain break out in the back of your head, and you careen forward, crashing into one of the tables in the room, skulls falling on top of you.

The pink pony approaches you, chuckling in amusement. “Really? I thought you’d put up a better fight than that. That was just la—”

You take her by surprise and buck her in the ribs, causing her to fly back and hit the wall behind her and collapse to the ground in a crippled heap.

“Pinkie!” you hear a light, high-pitched voice cry out from behind you, and you look toward the hallway at the other end of the room and see a gray mare with a bright yellow mane standing there, crossed eyes staring at you with anger. You recognize her as the Ponyville mailmare, Derpy.

Suddenly, she turns into a rapidly expanding blur before your whole front explodes with pain and you’re knocked back onto the stone floor, hitting your head hard. All you hear is an explosion of deafening ringing, and you see double of everything in your surroundings.

Then you see a gray mare step over you, and jab her hooves into your stomach to hold you in place. “I got the pony for you, Pinkie!” she exclaims victoriously.

“Hang on, I don’t feel too great,” Pinkie says, grunting again from pain and screwing her eyes shut. “I think something might be broken.”

Derpy’s ears fall. “Oh no! Are you okay?”

Pinkie chuckles lightly, inciting her to whimper lightly from the resulting pain. “I’m good, don’t worry. Probably just a few broken ribs, all thanks to lil’ old party pooper here!” she shouts with a glare aimed at you, but regrets that as she lets out another pained groan and curls further into a fetal position.

You struggle to get out from Derpy’s grasp, but her hold on you is too strong, and in the condition you’re in, each movement is a very painful one. The gray mare growls in frustration. “What do we do with the party pooper?”

“Throw the pony in the cell for the night, we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Pinkie says.

Derpy nods, and faces you. “We’re gonna teach you some manners, naughty pony!” There is a brief pain in the side of your head, and you lose consciousness.

***

When you wake up, you find yourself surrounded by a thick darkness. Your head hurts badly as though thousands of nails are being nailed into every part of your body at once.

As you recall your situation, you are suddenly wide awake, and your eyes dart around your surroundings to discern where you have ended up.

Surrounding you is a set of vertical, thick metal bars that section off a tiny section of a much bigger room which, once your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize is the same room you woke up in before. You’re trapped in some sort of prison.

You start looking for a way to escape. From what you can figure out, the iron bars are A: sturdy, and therefore not breakable, and B: too close together to squeeze through to the other side.

At the far end of the cage is a barred door that has been padlocked from the other side. After a brief analysis, you determine that, although you may not be getting through there using your body, the door is rusty and weak, a quality you discover when you attempt to open it and the door nearly tumbles off its hinges.

Now you just need something to break the door open. Something that can be used like a crowbar. You walk around the cage for a little while, making sure that your kidnappers don’t come back down while you’re awake. During your search, you find that the top part of one of the iron bars looks to have been chipped. When you reach up to grab it, it wiggles in place. With a good pull—mustering through the resulting pain in your side—you manage to tear it off quite easily.

You bring it over to the door and slip the end in between the door and the frame, before pulling back on it. The door creaks in protest, budging bit by bit, until the door pops open with a deafening tear of metal that pierces the air and echoes loudly through the room.

Hoping that neither Pinkie nor Derpy were within earshot to hear that, you open the door wider and step out into the room filled with Pinkie Pie’s sadistic decorations. Who would have thought that a mare as happy and cheerful as her would have been a mass serial killer, no less Derpy, the mailmare who always brought a smile to everypony’s face with her day to day attitude…?

You start walking toward the hallway out of the room, eager to get out of there as soon as possible, only to stop in your tracks when you hear a distant creaking of wood at the end of the hall and a rush of light floods into the basement.

You back up into the room and hide in the nearest corner as a pair of bouncy hoof steps begin making their way closer to you. Remaining quiet, you listen out, and the steps continue to get nearer and nearer. You don’t dare to budge, not intent on getting caught by her.

Eventually though, the footsteps begin to fade until their completely gone. This causes you to wonder if Pinkie left. If so, you can make a run for it, and get out while you’re still alive.

You find yourself stumped on your next course of action.

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