His heart was pounding in his throat. All he could hear was his own breath and the heartbeat that he felt throughout his chest. He'd found a horrible monster only a few moments ago and ran to the closet he trusted with his own safety and hid inside.
Considering he'd just been walking around talking to furniture before the growl that gave away the abherration, his mind was in shambles to put it lightly.
All one's life you were told there was no such thing as monsters, or things that go bump in the night, and eventually, everypony believes it at some point.
But only for a select few, that belief turns inward to alter their life in some way, whether it be to end it or to make it harder, Monsters become as real as life and death.
But unlike others who'd been in the same situation before, he thought of something completely different, he was even worried about it; His wings. They ached like crazy right now and he was even trying his best to hold his left against him, it always twitched when he was nervous. His left wing, however didn't know the severity of their current situation.
It let out a sigh, and he opens one of the doors, leaning his left forehoof against it. Peeking at it, he felt nothing but cold fear in his chest, down his spine and out the tips of his wings. It was humanoid and hunched over slightly. One hand was about as large as the arm it was attached to was thick, but the other... It's definitely made for more than holding objects as each finger looks too solid to be opposable, they seem more like claws. The most horrifying part, he finds, is the mouth. It seems like the jaw bone was ripped out, leaving all tissue there to hang like a used and wet rag. All that seemed human, was the very scraggly patches of bluish hair atop its head, and the eyes. Unaltered and accented with bronze pupils.
He let out a quiet breath as he found the monster familiar somehow. It had started to get onto his silent observing and turned to look at the closet, exhaling noisily. It was at this time he'd closed the closet door but he knew it was going to investigate as a slithering noise moved towards him.
He slightly trembles now as it stands directly in front of the closet, exhaling out of what's most likely boredom, but just now it growled as if someone made a noise nearby, the growl didn't help his shaking any as he could feel his lower lip tremble.
He nerves probably would have left him if the monster stayed, gratefully he hears the same slithering noise it makes as it moves away.
After the monster's noises fade into silence, he steps out of the closet and shakes himself out, trying to get over what he still couldn't believe was real.
However he found something eerily wrong as the window in the room was simply bright, no sunshine, no beams of light, but he was however unable to see through it. His questions would have to be put on hold as the entire wall shifts and moves as if it was on a hinge, not moving with a very gravel-like grinding noise, but as if it was a completely rigid and slick object. Light slowly started to shine in, but it was like light bounced off a mirror, it wasn't sunlight.
But how could a castle have no contact with the sun when it was above land when I entered? He wondered. It became blindingly obvious as the pegasus observes what became of the wall. It appears the wall was just a door... But into what looks to be a foyer? Indeed the castle's wall opened up into what he knew as the foyer of The Royal Palace of Canterlot. Even if it wasn't possible, he'd somehow time-traveled or was brought back in time by some strange force, or somepony, and was put in a very realistic and life-like scale model of Flutterburg, a keep found in the Northern tip of The Griffon Kingdom.
He knows full well which castle or model of a castle this is, by the large fountain located somewhere in the cellar, nothing too special, just a large fountain noone...nopony...nogriffon? Either way not a soul really wanted it where you could see it on your day-to-day, unless you dealt with food or cleaned up alot, which he used to do before everything else in his life. He huffed and brought the hood on his black cloak up, but before a gigantic face of none other than Princess Celestia appeared before his, scaring him out of his mind, letting out a scream that the monster most likely heard.
He makes an immediate 180 degree turn and hoofs it out the door, not caring about the monster which could very well be around the corner or way out of hearing range and takes a left past the doorway, an immediate right around a corner and after down the corridor which was lined with empty suits of armor for whatever reason. Naturally the armor were built and designed for griffons, and oddly about a quarter of the suits were made for pegasi, which he found odd.
As he ran past them he spotted many signs, all of which had different names, possibly a hall of fame, but they seemed more like statues, full with those still in the suits, petrified.
Before leaving the corridor through the doorway at the end of it, he studies a couple of the statues. Hmmm... Cruise Control and... Lenora. I remember them, they were both racers who were found petrified, the reason never documented. He thought to himself. He turns around, but only swings his head into the door, causing it to rustle and create a rather loud bang, he always was a hard-head. From the other side he hears a scream and even a curse "AHHHH! Awww dayum, why would you do that door?" which makes him jump back a few hooflengths out of reflex.
Wait... Is there somepony there? He thought, but didn't say. Silence was his forte, and in a way his curse, but there was a time for everything, and now is not it. He turns around and bucks at the door with both hind legs and gets another loud bang, and manages to break a hole in the fine woodwork. He can see a yellow light coming from inside and for a moment he peeks through the hole, but only for a moment as he gets another scream, which makes him jump back a few hooflengths "AHHH! Wait what is that? Hello?" Something similar to the monster is on the other side and he makes sure to be careful as he looks through the hole again.
"Ughhh huh-huh Whaaat? Hello little guy" The voice says as the monster-like thing looks back at him. He smiles, atleast content to know he isn't the only one in this fake-ish, haunted castle. He prods the door with a forehoof as he looks around for the door handle, meanwhile the one behind the door seems to do the same and soon heaves on the door, attempting to open it normally, but it refuses to budge "Aww piss another locked door!" He seems to be saying more out of annoyance than anything, What an odd person he thought Well no point in being here if the door's locked, oh wit, I could always kick the door down bu- He doesn't have the time to negotiate kicking the door down as a growl sounds behind him, making the voice say "eugh... monster, i hear a monster" and makes the voice walk away from the hole.
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When he was in his home, he was a Let's Player or at least that's what he and many others called it, some also called it wasting his life, but it wasn't a waste now! Since he's played a respawnable protagonist numerous times, it's made him smarter than he would have otherwise been in this situation if he hadn't done what he did before coming to a super creepy haunted castle.
But that was the least of his worries, peering through the hole in the door, he could see the monster, or brute as he called it, was in sight, but his friend had no clue about the monster's existence as if he were daydreaming "Hey Buddy, look out behind you!" He shouted, but his friend didn't move. As if it was by sheer fluke, or something that was planned, the entire castle tilted onto it's side, causing all three to fall into the wall to their left, hitting it with a loud "Ooof!" and then the castle proceeded to undergo the largest earthquake in history "Oh My God what's goin on?! Must be my sheer smartness shaking the whole castle!" Ofcourse he didn't actually believe that, but he always enjoyed overplaying himself and in the situation, it was usually funny to his audience.
The Castle kept shaking until it stopped as the cloaked pony and brute fell backwards into the wall far behind them, somehow knocking both out, the Let's player, was however just bruised as he flew into the door and broke another large piece off of it's center, only his strength kept him from falling down into the hole as G-forces weighed down on the entire castle.
This seemed to last for an eternity, but only after 5 minutes did it stop as the entire castle hit something, and then fell, making them all kiss the floor hard and painfully and abruptly, but finally stopped being moved.
The model had been thrown by somepony, possibly the Princess, across the very large foyer into a solid, gold-colored pair of double doors and then into the marble floor, causing it to break into three different pieces, two of which still held on, the two all three characters currently occupied.
This Let's Player was once known only as Markiplier, Mark for short, but for you see, none of this matters. As in a few moments you will realize something important.
Markiplier enjoys a good smoothie, and that is where it really gets interesting. That is where the key to ending this whole mess lies. Where the Cage you lie inside is.
Wake Up.
Smell the Roses.
Taste the Wine.
And Feel the Fire.
For there is no escape, from this Nightmare.
The Entire castle resumed the shaking but it was more of a hesitant shaking than just vicious shaking. The shaking kept on for a few moments before the castle literally broke into two pieces viewable where the three were, breaking the door with the hole in it.
Three small, white tendrils slithered in and grabbed each comatose or dazed body and took them where few have seen light.