"Hang tight, I'm coming!" Louis called out to his frightened friend. He catapulted himself into the air, only to come crashing down on his face, "Damn it, four legs...horses use four legs."
Then I'll crawl.
He'd left the door open, so he slowly slid himself down the hall, leaving a trail of blood from the earlier events. What should've been a 5 second walk ended up being a 30 second slog, crawling across the cold floor. “This…is harder…than I thought,” he wheezed. It must’ve been all that wet fur adding extra weight to his endeavor, as he finally managed to round the corner to the living room.
He couldn’t clearly make out was happening from the floor, but a being was thrashing about on the couch.
The pillows were all over the floor, and the coffee table had been knocked over. The record player had finished its last song, now playing the soothing sounds of pops and cracks. To contrast that, the TV had been tuned to a nature channel of some sort; Images of a misty forest were visible on screen, the only normal thing seen in a long time. His ears swiveled between the two competing noises. Ugh, I’ll never get used to that.
He neared the couch, “I'm here, I'm here! Everything's gonna be alright,” he sputtered, trying to catch his breath.
“Where are you? This shit just kicked in really quick!” Ambrose continued to panic, worrying now that he was only imagining the sound of Louis’s voice.
“I’m down here…on the floor, hang on.” Louis’s voice said. Ambrose could hear something shuffling around near the edge of the couch, grunting and muttering to itself. As he went to look over he saw a limb, a blood covered limb, grip the armrest. He leapt back in fear, heart now speeding a million miles per hour. A second one followed suite, flexing as they pulled the figure onto the couch.
Before him was a creature, small in size yet held a sinister presence all the same. It had stubby hooves, trampled in blood and guts that soaked into the upholstery. Its hair had been overgrown, obscuring the unknown that was its face. In fact, the only thing visible from the head was a giant spike shooting out of the top. Red spiraled from the tip, a sign it had most likely skewed something…or someone. The only noise it made was the ragged breath filling his ears.
All in all, Ambrose handled this very well.
“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” He screamed, scooting all the way to the other side of the couch. Sweat poured from his face as he started gasping for breath.
Then, the creature spoke, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Chill Ambrose, it’s me!” It said in Louis's voice, lumbering its way onto the couch. Too little, too late. Ambrose’s brain had already switched to fight or flight, and he chose the latter.
“N-N-No! You’re not Louis, you’re s-s-some monster! YOU KILLED HIM, AND NOW YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME!” He fell off the couch, crashing to the ground running. Crawling, actually, he couldn’t get any footing on the carpet for some reason, so instead he scrambled to the door.
C’mon, stand up! Even with these hooves it shouldn’t be that hard! Get up and get out!
Louis couldn't believe what he was seeing. In front of him was a big, burly bronco running in fear of his small figure. Ok, need to calm him down before he hauls off and breaks something…mainly me.
First he needed to actually get up. Crawling like some kinda zombie made him look even scarier. He had to get down on what he assumed were his hands and feet, though now the best way he could describe was like two pairs of legs. Everything felt slightly off, like he had a new center of gravity thanks to the hooves. He got his limbs under him and slowly pushed himself off the floor, feeling a little wobbly in the process.
Before he knew it, he was standing up on his hooves in a surprising comfortable position. Almost as if it were a natural position.
Whatever, not important, on to the next task: walking.
One step from the back half, then take another step from the front on the same side, right? Louis’s expansive knowledge of equine anatomy began and ended at nothing, so this might take a bit of trial and error.
He worked one hoof in front of the other, pausing each time to shift his weight as he shambled towards the horse.
“Ambrose, please calm down before you hurt yourself. I’m Louis, no matter what you’re seeing right now, I am in fact standing in front of you.”
The creature took a couple more steps towards him, as Louis’s voice continued to fill the air. Ambrose’s heart began to slow down a bit, yet he was still scared out of his mind.
“We’re currently at the house, the living room to be exact. It’s around nine o’ clock at night. It’s raining heavily outside, as it has been all day.”
The shaking in his body started to fade, as the figure lurched closer and closer. “Y-Y-You…I-I…” He tried to speak, but he was still unable to craft a coherent sentence.
“We wanted to do something because all the problems going on right now, so we took those drugs a girl named Nicole gave you. And now, we’re under the effects of those said drugs.”
The figure stopped in front of him, hair still covering a majority of its head. Only now could Ambrose tell there wasn't thousands of rows of teeth or an endless black abyss to fall into, just a face. His breath steadied as he leaned in for a better look. He wanted to say something, to make sure it wasn’t waiting till the last moment, dropping the façade and close in for the kill. The only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Uuuuuuuh…”
“Don't worry man, we all go through bad trips at some point, nothing to feel ashamed of. But you’re my friend, and friends help each other when they’re in need. So regardless of whatever else we experience tonight,” It flicked the hair from its face in a very familiar fashion, “I promise I’ll be right by your side. No. Matter. What.” It finished the monologue with a warm smile.
Ambrose stared at the…horse, that currently was the stand in for his friend. He was still waiting for something to go awry; the room to catch on fire, the face splitting to reveal the demon lurking underneath, maybe his own body would begin to rot, who knows?
But it never happened. The room remained idle, and the horse still stood in front of him.
I guess it’s actually him, he thought to himself. One more test, just to be sure.
With a chuckle, he finally spoke, “Y’know Lou, when I said you had a horn hairdo…I didn’t mean for you to take it literally.”
The horse’s muzzle scrunched up, before finally bursting into laughter. It was laughing so hard, it couldn’t keep its balance and ended up falling over. This caused Ambrose to start laughing as well, the two of them a complete mess on the floor.
About a minute passed before they were able to collect themselves.
“I can't believe you, Amby!” Louis said, sitting up on his butt, “One moment you're scared shitless, and the next you’re cracking jokes! Dealing with you is like a constant state of whiplash.”
“If I give you whiplash, then you tear my goddamn head off.” Ambrose retorted. Saying this caused Louis to wince a little, “I touch a nerve there?”
“Well...” Louis shook his head, “Don’t worry about it, you good?”
“Yeah, I’m good. We’re all…good…” He trailed off, something definitely wasn’t good. His voice, to be exact. The gruff, gravelly tone had been tuned to a higher pitch like he had something stuck in his throat. It was still deeper than Louis’s, but it definitely wasn’t his.
“Uhh Louis, you noticed anything weird with my-“
“Voice?” Louis cut him off, “Yeah, I noticed. Thought you were doing that on purpose.”
“Why would I be doing this on purpose? This sounds like my worst attempt at a woman, Lou.” Ambrose coughed as he attempted to stand up. He had his back to Louis, allowing him to get a clear view of his backside.
Louis’s ears flattened as a blush grew across his face, “Umm...I think that’s because you are a woman...”
“What?!” Ambrose turned to him, a confused, terrified look upon his face. This gave Louis an opportunity, tracing the lines of his snout and eyes, comparing them to his own. Definitely a feminine figure, and yet he’s still built like a fucking tank! What the hell, brain? This internal argument gave Ambrose enough time to roll on his back and look between his legs.
Louis could see his pupils slowly shrinking, “Hey, hey, hey! It's ok! It just looks like you got lady bits. Like I just said, none of this is actually real, remember?”
“Right...you're right,” Ambrose muttered, color drained from his face, “But just…wow. It’s all just kinda hanging out there, isn’t it?”
“Yeah...” Louis said sheepishly, before something clicked, “Wait a minute, you’re seeing all of this too?”
“It’s attached to me, Lou. Of course I'm gonna see it.” Ambrose gave his nether regions a quick scratch.
“No! I don’t mean it like that, and don’t fucking rub it! I’m talking about all of THIS!” He flailed his hooves at his frame, a few specks of blood flying off.
“You mean you being a unicorn?”
“Yes me being a unicorn!” Louis exclaimed, “With long hair and spots, right?”
“Yeah, didn't you hear my hair joke earlier?” Ambrose asked, finally standing up in an awkward stance, "What do you see?"
Louis paused for a moment, “Light gold fur, darker gold hair, quite longer than how you usual style it.” He snickered before continuing, “Man, you got those luscious locks AND get to keep the hulking frame, lucky you.”
“It only cost me my manhood, yay…” Ambrose replied dryly.
“A small price to pay, wouldn’t you say?”
The only response Louis got was a glare from a pair of golden eyes, so he quickly darted towards another part of the body.
“And for some reason, you got free ass tattoos as well.”
Ambrose decided to look for himself, twisting his neck for a better view. “That the decal from the Trans Am!” The quality was razor-sharp, almost as if someone had clipped right off the hood itself and plastered it onto his behind. With this revelation, everything else about the visuals became clear, “I’m practically the horse version of the car, now that's just silly.”
Louis perked up, That’s what that spot was in the shower! Let’s see here.
He wondered what unique symbols was splattered across his behind. Something that only came from deep within, sucked straight from his soul and seared on his skin. As he looked to his rear, his gaze was graced by the image of-
“A brownie?”
That was it. A little fudge brownie, much like the ones they’d eaten earlier. Is this supposed to be some kinda sick joke? After all the troubles they’ve caused me, now they taunt me on my own body!
He grumbled as Ambrose laughed, “Aww, is the little pony not happy with his marks?”
“I kinda expected something flashier,” Louis said, “But that's taking a back seat to the horse thing as a whole.”
“Agreed,” Ambrose shifted slightly, “Good enough evidence for me, we're both imaging the same stuff. With that in mind, can I ask you another favor?"
“Shoot.”
“I got this weird pressure on my back, like something’s stuck. Think you can get it?”
Louis trotted next to Ambrose, “Well for starters, you still have your shirt on.” Ambrose looked down to examine the clothing, “Right, let’s get rid of that.”
Louis smiled, “Here, sit up straight and lift your arms.”
Ambrose sat on his haunches, raising his arms to the sky. He felt as two hooves went under his shirt, slowly making their way up his body. “O-ho-ho! Watch where you put those hooves, mister.” He giggled, feeling the fur tickle his skin.
“Seriously?” Louis raised an eyebrow as he raised the shirt over the strange bulges on Ambrose’s back, “I'll remember that one if you ever call me fruity again.”
The shirt was caught on whatever these things were. Louis bit down on the shirt, tasting salt on his new tongue as he added more force to the pulls, “C’mon man, work with me you piece of shit,” He managed to get on his hind legs, the shirt now pinched tightly between his hooves. "One...more...pull!"
He fell backwards as the pesky intrusions were finally revealed to the outside world. He blew the hair out of his face to gawk at what was revealed. Ambrose couldn't say the same, as his face was still covered.
"Hey, the pressure's gone! What was it?" Ambrose muffled, head encased in his shirt.
"You're gonna want to see for yourself." Louis responded, still wide eyed in amazement.
Ambrose heard a slight rip as the shirt came of his now larger head. "Much better," He threw it to the side. Now, let's see her-holy shit!
A pair of large, golden wings had placed themselves upon his back. "No way, I'm a pegasus!" He grinned ear to ear, looking over each shoulder to glimpse at his new appendages. They were tight to his torso, feeling the feathers slightly rubbing against his fur. Dull tingles of his nervous system were zapping through every inch of his feathery extensions. Even though this was all fake, it was hard not to be at least a little excited.
A smirk appeared on his face, “I have an idea.”
Louis could follow the breadcrumbs of thought baking in Ambrose’s head. They were still in the house, and those wings were probably his arms or something. Trying some stupid stunt would likely result with a hole in the wall and more money out of their pocket. Yet there was Ambrose; eyes closed tight, breathing in his nose and out his mouth. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to concentrate on getting these wings to move,” Ambrose replied, closing his eyes tighter as he went into deep thought.
“You look like you’re about to shit yourself,” Louis quipped, only to notice one of the wings begin to flutter slightly.
Ambrose felt something click in his brain, the right signals to the right joints. Joints that didn’t really exist beforehand, as the wings began to slowly unfurl themselves. “There, got it!” He exclaimed with a large smile. He felt a pumping pulse make its way through the wings, as he soon claimed complete control.
And open!
A loud fwoosh sound came from behind him, as two blurry objects entered his periphery. Both wings had fully extended to their massive wingspan. Air snaking through every single one of the feathers, bringing about a pleasurable sensation all across his body.
He had nothing else to say, only turning to Louis with a gigantic grin.
“Way to go Amby!” Louis clapped his hooves together, each collision giving off an audible clop, “Atta girl!”
Ambrose rolled his eyes, still smiling, “Pretty cool, pretty cool. But I'm interested in what you have to offer.”
“What?”
Ambrose motioned towards his forehead, “The horn, Lou. I wanna see you use the horn.”
“I don't know how," Louis said, hanging his head, "I don’t even think I can.”
Ambrose sat for a moment, before saying, “Then just do that, think,” he found a remote scattered amongst the mess, sliding it over to him, “Think about picking that up and changing the channel. That outta make it work easily.”
“How would you know if it’s easy? You didn’t even get one, and you sure as shit don’t have one in reality.”
“Well,” Ambrose slowly opened a wing, before closing it again, “Maybe it’s like when your arm's asleep. Just give it a shake and it'll come to you, mind the pins and needles.”
“A sleepy limb…growing out of my brain.” Louis eyed the remote, “Sigh well, I suppose it's worth a shot.”
He peered down to his plastic enemy, buttons worn and colors faded, yet it would still be able to put up a fight all the same. You still have arms...hands, Louis told himself, Imagine your arm reaching to pick it up.
He looked to Ambrose, "I'm gonna steal that breathing technique of yours," Before closing his eyes and delving into deep concentration.
"Remember, in the nose and out the mouth." Ambrose joked.
"Thank you, now shush."
It was here that Louis found himself stumped, how exactly does one go about using a part of your body that doesn't even exist? The wings kind of made sense, as that could be chalked up to Ambrose flapping his arms up and down like a lunatic; an unfocused, unhinged look upon his face if he were to be seen by the outside world.
Louis shook his head, refocusing to the mission at hand...or perhaps hoof now. Picking up the remote without picking up the remote.
...Let's go with that earlier plan. Louis exhaled, out of his mouth of course, and began to concentrate harder. With eyes closed, he began to morph a mental image of his long lost limb. From his shoulder all the way down to his fingertips; every hair, mole, and blemish all melding together into one large mass. Soon enough, his right arm was fully formed, flexing its fingers with satisfaction.
While he could feel the arm, flesh and blood that was there before, he could also feel all 4 of his horse limbs remain dormant on the ground. The arm was suspended in the air, afloat in the midst of his mind.
This just keeps getting weirder by the second, Louis's mind chirped, to which he had to agree. The arm came down to the carpet underneath him, running back and forth across the shaggy soil. "Where'd you say the remote was agai-ouch!" Louis yelped, answering his own question.
"There?" Ambrose replied, slightly confused. As if I wasn't already seeing things, now objects are starting to move on their own.
The fingers twisted themselves around their target, grabbing hold near the center. The action was accompanied with a strange sensation swirling around his head; he could feel around every inch of the device, all the way down to the internals. His sense of touch wrapped around every wire, crossing the circuit board, even scratching underneath where the paint had been chipped. He had a hold of the remote entirely .
With a mighty heave, he hoisted his Excalibur of entertainment towards the heavens, "Satisfied?" Louis asked with a hint of confidence. His eyes were still closed, but he could tell Ambrose's were bugged out.
Ambrose's voice caught in a high pitched gasp, thanks to fresh feminine vocal chords, "Lou, you just-I-I can't believe it! The remote's floating, open your eyes!"
Louis peered slightly, allowing him a peek without breaking his focus. Ambrose was right, the remote was floating alright, engulfed in a yellowish aura with the sounds of wind chimes twinkling from his forehead.
"It appears it is," Louis stated, "Yes, the incredible skill of grabbing a remote will truly go down as one of man's greatest achievements."
"Ah-Ah, a unicorn's greatest achievement," Ambrose chirped , "If you're gonna act smart, then do it right."
"Riiiight, how silly of me to address myself as a human, which I most definitely wasn't up until now."
"Why don't you lighten up a bit and enjoy this," Ambrose said, "You've never had a horn before, and you handled your first experiment like a natural." He nodded his head with a smile.
"Course it was easy, I used my arm to pick it up. Should be simple for anyone."
"Gonna be like that, huh? Well then Mr. Debbie Downer, if it's so easy, go ahead and do the second thing I asked." He pointed a hoof towards the TV.
"Fine, I'll give you something to ogle at," Louis closed his eyes fully, envisioning his index finger hovering above on the buttons.
Click
"There, happy?" He opened his eyes to see that the channel...remained the same. "What?!" His outburst caused the remote to fall out of his mental grip, "But I hit the right one! I'm sure of it, I could feel it!"
"Not so easy then, hmm?" Ambrose said with a smirk.
Louis's teeth ground, as he quickly snatched the remote in an aura of magic once more, crushing the buttons at a rapid pace. Yet, no matter how much he pushed, the images of the TV refused to budge even an inch. He snorted loudly, throwing the remote on the ground, "You worthless piece of plastic, fucking work!" He exclaimed, pointing a hoof in anger.
Another idea came to him as he looked down at his hooves, "Brute force it is then," He growled, "Don't like magic, huh? Well how about THIS!" He slammed down a hoof on the buttons, sounding off a muffled crack. He glanced at the TV in hopes of a new projection, hell even those reports from this morning would do at this point! He just needed something else! Anything!
But the only thing that he saw was the same forest, the same trees, the same light fog. Everything the same.
The branches swayed back and forth, coiling and shifting. Louis imagined them warping into wicked smiles, laughing hysterically as the remained unchanged behind their protective screen.
But it wasn't just them, no, it was the rude awakening this morning, leading to another on the couch about his mental wellbeing. Then there was that damn girl, the one responsible for the drugs working their way through their systems. The drugs that caused that horrible experience in the bathroom. The experience that caused him to become a small unicorn, one who can't even use his magic properly to change a channel. Everything today was horrid, yet it only seemed to have it out for him. Ambrose was all sunshine and roses, giddy as he enjoyed his trip. But Louis? No. It was only grueling torture, humiliation around every corner.
"Hey, Lou Lou?" Ambrose said, appearing next to Louis. Yet he was unresponsive, only answering with a twitch at the corner of his glossed over eyes, mouth acting in a similar fashion, "Chill out, it probably takes a bit of practice. Why don't we try it again?"
He was answered by an abrupt shriek of rage. Louis's body convulsed and twitched uncontrollably, even managing to perform a few bucks. Though with a body that small, there wasn't much power in them. He wrestled back control, slobbering and whinnying with anger; taking another long, murderous look at the remote. Louis pounced, repeatedly beating on it with both hooves. Each strike gave off louder cracks than the last.
"Louis please, you're gonna break it," Ambrose said nervously, slowly backing away.
Louis wheeled around, eyes ablaze, "Yeah? Good! We'll see who's laughing when their in a billion fucking BITS!" On that last word, he stomped down with both forehooves, causing a bright blast to come from his horn. Louis was knocked back and the remote exploded, pieces flying all over the living room.
"Jesus!" Ambrose jumped, wings flaring out in surprise.
Whatever was in the magic blast seemed to work...for Louis's anger. All his frustration flew out of his body, now leaving him dazed and confused, "Oooooh my head..." He moaned, slowly looking around at the scrap, "...Oh, sorry."
"Yeah, thanks," Ambrose grumbled. He looked over the the TV, now stuttering like it had a bad signal, "What the hell's gotten into you...besides the drugs? You were all excited for this earlier, and now you're acting like a fucking psycho and killing the mood." He scoffed with a flick of his mane.
Louis rose to his haunches, "Sorry Ambrose, it's just...today's been absolutely fucking terrible. Even this trip turned out to be a bust right from the start, the shit in the bathroom ruined whatever chance of fun I could've had. Everything's been out of my control, and when I had that small bit of control slip away," He slumped in shame, "I couldn't take it anymore...I'm sorry."
Ambrose raised an eyebrow, "The bathroom? What the hell happened back there?"
"...You don't need to know. I've already bummed you out enough, no need to soil it further." Louis said, looking at the bits of remote scattered on the floor. He went to kick a chunk with his hoof, only for it to stop his hoof's motion altogether. At that point he just gave up, and surrendered himself to the floor in defeat.
Ambrose looked away, ears flattened, "Sorry things went so south regarding...well...everything today." He gave Louis a slight pat on the back, "Tell you what, when we're all clean and normal tomorrow, you and me take a nice long drive somewhere. Anywhere. How's that sound?"
"That would sound great, but the buzzing from the TV is making my head hurt even worse," Louis replied.
Ambrose walked over to the TV, still stationary with bars of static and broken frames. As he clicked the power button on the side, he heard yet another crack. A very expensive crack. He turned his head to see the screen had become a sprawling mass of spider webs, spiraling to all corners. "What the-I didn't even use that much force!" He looked down to his hooves in horror of their destructive capabilities.
"A new remote, and now a new TV, why don't we start punching holes in the walls at this point?" Louis said, still lying around in a pool of his own hair, "At least the buzzing sound stopped."
In fact, all sound ceased. The mighty faucets in the sky snapped shut in an instant. The soft hums of appliances around the home were now choked. Everything around them had become dead quiet.
Sounds of glass falling, repeatedly, then filled the air as the screen started to fall apart. Which was pretty normal considering what'd happened to it moments ago.
What isn't normal is glass suddenly shifting into dirt as it hit the ground.
They started at the brown mounds before turning to each other, "You saw that, right?" Ambrose said quickly.
"Uh huh," Louis muttered, getting to his hooves.
One by one, shards from the screen would fall. And one by one, they switched to soil, as little insects squirmed and slithered amongst themselves.
Eventually the screen was no more, yet the forest remained visible, more lifelike than ever. The whipping winds blasted their way through the newfound hole, blowing Louis's hair all across his face.
"Ack-pffff-what the fuck, man?" He spat, only to find a foreign object fly into his mouth, leaving a leafy taste in its wake. The branches began to rumble, slowly creeping their way closer, coming to poke out of the TV and into the living room itself.
"Shit!" Ambrose jumping towards the couch for safety. Instead of cushions, he crashed against a cold, hard surface. He looked around with confused, terrified eyes as the couch slowly started to shapeshift. Bending and twisting into itself, the corduroy compressing into cracks and concrete digging into the carpet. Before he knew it, their recliner had reformed into a massive rock.
The trees continued to trespass into their territory, as the movements were becoming too much for the TV. It began to shake violently, as they began to rip apart the frame. Roots and vines around on the ground, making their way into the kitchen.
"Hey! Get back here!" Ambrose stumbled to catch the roots as they slid up the sink and slithered down the drain.
"What's happening Ambrose?" Louis shouted, still tugging at strands.
"Get in here quick! The roots are clogging the sink!" Ambrose watched as tendrils wrapped themselves around the faucet handles. "Don't. You. DARE." He growled at the overactive shrubbery. And clearly was unruly shrubbery as well, as they turned both knobs until they tore off. There was a dull groan, as the pipes began to burst. The tap exploded, blasting water through the kitchen like a geyser.
"Hey, you're flooding the place!" Louis shouted from the corner of the room, finally clearing his vision by wrapping hair around his horn.
"Oh yeah like I'd do this on purpose!" Ambrose sniped as another gush of water shot out, completely drenching Louis.
"C'mon, not again!" Louis stumbled backwards before his back hooves caught a slick surface, sliding out from underneath him as he landing on his stomach. When he tried to get up, he saw his two tone coat was near a complete covering of brown. The carpet uprooted, ripped back to reveal the mud lying underneath.
The ground began to vibrate, as fibers unwound to grow higher and higher, taking on an increasingly green hue in the process. Some grew to the length of his legs, while others were almost reaching the ceiling. Louis could only watch as everything literally fell apart around him.
Cupboards crumbled, walls withered away to reveal bark lying in wait. The TV had since disintegrated, becoming the festering center of this metamorphosis from man-made to nature. The refrigerator began to overflow with plants and berries, as they began to roll all across the floor. The tiles were popping out of place as the massive roots continued to grow, rumbling the whole house. The steam from the sink began to swirl all around them, leaving behind a hazy occupant.
"We gotta get out of here!" Ambrose panicked, looking around frantically, "Quick, down the hall!" He galloped as best he could, though it was bit difficult given the slick terrain. And the fact he'd never had to gallop before his whole life.
But he did manage to make his way to the hall, only to find there was no hall anymore.
Instead a large, twisting mass of branches, vines and many more horrors of nature were devouring everything in sight as they inched closer to him. Ambrose sat wide eyed at what was unravelling before him. That was until a branch quickly shot out, striking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards into the living room. He came down on his back, wincing from the sharp pains of crushing his wings.
Louis came and stood over him, "No on the hallway then?"
Ambrose grabbed Louis's neck and quickly yanked him down to the floor as he wrapped all four limbs around him.
"Wha-the fuck are you doing?" He croaked, feeling his ribs compress from the bone crushing grip.
Ambrose continued to stare at the ceiling in terror, so Louis decided to look for himself, quickly finding out Ambrose's woes.
The ceiling had been set ablaze, thanks to the center light becoming extremely bright, and extremely hot. Flames flicked all across the ceiling as they soon spread to every bit of the house still standing. As the structure was singed, the winds scattered it away into nothingness, never to be seen again.
With this final act, everything quickly died down. The two were laying in the middle of the a vast, lush forest, sounds and all.
"Add a new house to that list as well."