Spark finds himself in a black void, with a dash of color. It's a little filly! But, Spark wanted to cover his ear, but he was paralyzed. The little filly was screaming, crying out for her lost father. Hot tears rolling down her cheeks. The unrelenting banshee like screams drilled into Spark's ears, making him fall to his knees. He began crying also. The sadness was unbearable to the stallion who was happy before today. He could move now, but he was trapped in small square room, with no lights and a sheet on the floor next to a torn cot.
He felt the remnants of the tears on his cheeks, which were still warm, when he heard a conversation between two odd voiced ponies.
"Come on you lazy slop drudge, even prisoners need food!" Said one voice.
"Pisoner? What were these ponies doing. Who are these ponies? What are these ponies?" These questions pounded on the inside of Spark's skull.
"I'm comin'! I'm comin'! Don't tie yer wings in a twist." Said the other, younger by the sound of his voice.
A beam of light came in followed by the Slop Drudge dropping in a wood plate with an indescribable lump he wouldn't dare call food.
"Eat up, prisoner"
Though he did eat it. He was starving, but he could hardly swallow it, though it satisfied his growling stomach, barely. Then he started pacing his in his small confined space. Trotting around thinking some random questions that started to pop in his head since he heard the word prisoner.
"What happened? Where am I? Who are these ponies? What do they want?" Those were the most common questions, but some of them were more... thinky to say the least. "Where's Fluttershy? Are these things changelings? How long have I been gone?" Was that filly mine..." That was the last question, then he fell silent questions and all. Like his brain went on shutdown.
Just as he started to think again, the door opened wide. He was right on one term. These things were changelings.
"Come here meat" The gruff changeling said, and picked up Spark. Brining him to the center of town.
On the way, several changelings were staring. Some following the pony, some just staring licking their chops. Then, finally the Prison Guard put down Spark and chained him to a post in the center of the hive.
Chained there just sitting there, Spark just started to think, though it was hard. Several changelings sat there staring at him. Every time he thought of Fluttershy, they inched forward. He then realized what they were doing. They were feeding off of his love and happiness. So immediately he shut down all thoughts. Some of the changelings left afer a few minutes of realizing that he had stopped thinking, though some still sat patiently.
After a hour of so of sitting there on the shaming post, Spark drifted off, dreaming of that little filly again.
It was the whole seen all over again. The little filly screaming crying, but this time a Pale Yellow pony came and moved the filly away.
"Fluttershy!" Sprak called waking himself, just to find a dozen of Changelings staring, a faint green glow hovering on their horns. They started to wander away after he cleared his mind.Then he noticed a shapeless lump next to his left hoof, and that his stomach was howling with hunger. He wolfed down the lump, satisfying some of his hunger.
Then, at night the guard brought him back to his cell for nighttime, though Spark couldn't tell what time it was.
This pitiful schedule continued, until the daring rescue.