I looked at each of my friends. Twilight kept her eyes on the door, biting her lip.
Applejack just looked at the ground. The look in her eyes indicating that she wanted to turn and flee and never step hoof in here again.
And Rainbow, well... Rainbow looked as though it were Hearts Warming Eve and she was just a filly, and behind that door was a giant holiday present. Her eyes gleamed with wild fire as she stared at the locks being unhinged
CLINK!
The room before us was pitch black, and not a sound escaped from it. We stepped in just as the guard flipped a switch, making light corse through rows upon rows of blinding fluorescent lights.
I opened my eyes again as they adjusted to the harsh light. I saw a platform to my left that was attached to chains on spools, and in front of me was a fenced in pit, that looked to stretch down at least 100 yards down.
We walked over to the poorly built platform as the guard jerkedly lowered it down, hoof by hoof.
I must have had 30 splinters from the old thing by now, and I think Twilight had a termite that her back leg was battling with.
When the platform stopped moving I saw another hall like the previous one, only this one had doors on the wall instead of cells, and instead of blood painted walls, everything was white.
Very white. Nearly blinding.
And the smell... Like chemical waste that made my eyes tear up. The others must have smelled the sick, sharp smell of whatever lay in these walls.
“In there.” The skinny guard said blandly as we approached a door marked 347.
The door swung open with a loud creak.
Before me was yet another short hall,
And alas, Pinkie.
She was curled up in a small pink ball in the corner of the padded white cell.
She stood out from the room like a bright rainbow in the darkness, the contrast was so great.
Rainbow Dash was first to walk up to the cell. She just stood there, looking at the malnourished scrap of pink. I cautiously trotted up next to her, and said, politely as I could,
“Pinkie Pie? It’s me Rarity. Rainbow’s here too. And Twilight, and AppleJa-”
“I know.” Came the raspy voice of who was once our friend.
I stopped, eyes widened, as each of us stared at the pink pony as she turned her head.
Once she faced us, Twilight let out a gasp.
The entire right side of Pinkie face was raked with gashes and scars.
Was this really her..?
Could it be possible that Pinkie, the real Pinkie, was still somewhere behind those thick scars and pin straight pink mane?
“I’m glad you all could make it-” Said Pinkie, her voice cracked at the cut off of her sentence. The way she said that made it sound like we all were invited to another of her parties, and we’ve all just arrived.
It sort of sent a chill through my bones.
Twilight raced up to the paint chipped bars as she screamed;
“Why?! WHY Pinkie?! Why did you leave us?!” She shrieked through gritted teeth.
“Twilight.. That’s what I wanted to explain.”
Pinkie said gingerly. Then she paused a moment, maybe she was expecting another sudden outburst from the unicorn
AppleJack put her hoof gently on Twilight’s back, only to be shook off angrily by the purple pony.
“You..” Pinkie Pie coughed then stared into nothingness before returning to her story.
“You’re all being lied to..! You can’t believe a word Luna says, please Twilight!!”
A likely story, miss Pie.
She turned her head towards AppleJack.
“A.J.!! You gotta believe me-” Pinkie stopped and went into another coughing fit, this time blood spattered on the floor from her throat.
“Alright, that’s enough.” Said the guard as he began to lead us out of the room.
“N- no!! Please, you gotta listen to me!! Go to the Equestria United castle, I promise you’ll find answe-”
“I said, that’s ENOUGH!!” The skinny guard grabbed a long device with a trigger at one end and stuck the first half into the cage, laying it on top of her and pulling the trigger.
Pinkie’s small body shook with force, as her whole being was dropped violently to the ground once the trigger was released.
Her teary eyes met mine one last time as I was escorted out of the door.
“I’m not crazy. Rarity, I’m not crazy!!”
We could hear her words ring against the walls as we continued out of the halls.
Just the same message over and over forcing their way out of her lungs; “I’m not crazy.”
Applejack had tears in her eyes as she picked up her pace towards the final door, turning her head so that none of us could see her blushing face.
I could have starting sobbing just as easily, but I wouldn't.
Not today.
I’m saving those for later.