“Hey! Shady! Get up already, you’ve been left behind!” Hearing the familiar yelling, I’m being pulled by the forearm. “GET UP!”
“Gah, wha...?” I open my eyes on command, to see my friend, Featherweight waking me up. It doesn’t help that the sun’s light is reflecting off of his camera lens.
“We’ve been here for ten minutes already!” He warned, scowling at me for being so lazy.
“Oh, sorry! I err, where’s everypony else?” I hesitantly asked, desperately trying to fight that urge to go right back to dreamland.
“They’re in the school waiting for us. Miss Cheerilee’s so gonna scold you for sleeping for so long!” Featherweight closed his eyes and shrugged. He must partially look forward to her scolding me.
“It’s not my fault that I had to think of some questions to ask the princess when we meet her! Besides, she’s technically not our teacher anymore.” I told my friend/boss.
“I hear she’s planning on teaching there since Princess Twilight felt she’d be a great for her school. Plus I hear the pay is amazing! You know she’d jump at the chance since teachers don’t get paid as much as they should!”
“If I have to go to this school and she ends up my teacher again, I might want to cut class even more.” I was joking here, but still. I’d be pretty weird to have your teacher at kindergarten teaching you.
“Let’s get going then! It’d be rude to be late!”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” I reminded. I didn’t need any redundancy, but he has a point. Princess deserve to be treated with respect.
Especially the new ones.
And so I was prompted to gallop with my friend through the busy town, dodging everypony until we reached the purple brick road decorated with white stars. It was a moderately long gallop, but in the distance, we easily reached the large structure before us.
There, it stood before me. Here, in Equestria’s capital, Canterlot, a large building resembling the kind you would see in the big city, and the area it covered was three times as big as Sweet Apple Acres I think. It’s the only place I can really compare it to.
The steel gates before me were partially opened. In the middle of the gates, I can see a figure of Princess Twilight’s cutie mark.
This building is known as Harmony’s Academy of Magic and Friendship.
Despite the name, you don’t need magic to enter the school. But this was the first thing Twilight had created since her ceremony, and It’s taken several years for the school to get this big.
To be honest, I’m a little nervous to enter such a prestigious high school.
Sure, it’s purpose is to make the world a better place by showing us that friendship brings hope. But look at this place, it’s huge! I’d get lost in there big time!
Unfortunately, that’s what’s going to happen anyway. I was the last one off the train since I fell asleep. Somepony must’ve kept the others from waking me up, not that I care. When you’re tired, sleep’s the number one priority.
Well, either way, we weren’t that far from the entrance, and I can meet everypony. Miss Cheerilee is supposed to be inside meeting with Princess Twilight so she can give us a tour of the school during this field trip.
Then again, ‘field trip’ might be a bit childish. We’re not colts and fillies anymore, so the term should be ‘reunion’. We’re at that high school age. That point of our lives where we learn a little more about what life’s capable of, about responsibility, about the skills needed to tackle life’s challenges.
You’d think it’s something reserved for college, but no. We only know what we’ve been told at school during elementary and middle. But as we’re getting older now, we have to be ready for life’s challenges.
This academy is also here to teach you exactly how friendship can help overcome those trials. There’s no reason to despair when you think about those important to you.
Before I go on, I should introduce myself.
My name is Shady Daze, a grayish-blue earth stallion with a dark-blue mane that covers my right eye a bit. I'm also wearing a new waistcoat i just bought with a white shirt underneath. I’m just a young reporter who works at the Ponyville Express in my spare time with my friend. I’ve yet to find my special talent though.
But that’s actually the last thing on my mind.
Why go hunting for something so trivial when I can rely on simple hard work?
The white pegasus stallion with the gap-tooth, a short light-brown, bowl-cut mane and tail with me is named Featherweight. His cutie mark, the thing that signifies your special talent, is a simple white feather. Even after all this time of being an editor, Featherweight still likes his camera. He’s got a higher position than me at the press, despite looking like a dork. At the most, he only lets me borrow it for the sake of the paper. Afterwards, I always have to give it back.
“Here ya go!” Featherweight took his camera off and handed it to me. “You got the questions?”
“All present and accounted for!” He means the notepad with the questions to ask Princess Twilight. Thankfully I had’em with me.
With that, Featherweight and I walk through the gates of the school, following the same purple brick road, going between several pillars under the regal sunroof that extended into the gates, all the way to some polished, light-brown, wooden double doors. I can see six symbols engraved into the bevels of the door that resemble the Elements of Harmony, the treasures that hold the power to save the world.
In reality, the “Elements of Harmony” usually refer to the mares that hold these powerful sacred treasures.
I hear that the treasures themselves are what turned Twilight Sparkle into an alicorn though, but it’s merely a rumor. One of the questions in the notepad I gave to Featherweight asks about the process to become an alicorn.
I doubt I’d get a straight answer though; becoming an alicorn is top secret, but I might as well try to get the scoop.
Before we could touch the doors, they open automatically for us, as if we were expected to enter despite that there aren’t any other students besides us.
Inside, we see large, white tiles across the floor, with the center of the entrance hall covered by a purple carpet. It looked pretty glittery as well, reflecting a starry appearance with the somewhat dim light here.
...Princess Twilight sure likes her stars, huh?
“Maybe Princess Luna had a hand in the school design of this place!” Featherweight speculated after looking at the put-off expression on my face. I’m inclined to agree with him, actually. I can tell it’s a school built by Twilight, but you would also think it’s a school built by Princess Luna.
As we trotted through the hallway, we reached a life-sized marble statue of Twilight Sparkle, wearing her tiara on her head surrounded by her friends. That tiara she always wears is the Element of Magic. At that statue, we can see Rainbow Dash facing us, Rarity to the left, Fluttershy, then Applejack, and finally Pinkie Pie, all in a clockwise motion we made when we looked at the structure.
Twilight’s friends look somewhat older too since they’re not alicorns. They look like they’re ready for action.
Naturally, I thought to take a few shots of this statue. Equestria’s heroines so-to-speak. The mares who’ve saved the world many times whether under Princess Celestia’s orders or not. They’re the best.
“This is pretty cool, don’t ya think, Featherweight?” I asked my friend when I lowered my camera away from the Princess Twilight statue.
When I looked to my left, he was collapsed on the floor.
What!?
I wasn’t able to think about anything other than helping him, but even that didn’t last.
My body felt heavy and my legs are giving out a little too easily.
Why am I...?
.......
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“........him up...”
“No... it!”
“Hey...!’
I’m hearing too much noise.
It’s noisier than one of Pinkie Pie’s parties.
I don’t like noise.
“HEY! GET UP!”
“Oof...!”
I felt a stiff pain shoot through my right forearm. Naturally, I grunted a little before waking up aggressively, swinging my hoof at the rude culprit. I shot a glare at whoever did it, and sure enough, it was a face that SHOULD have woke me up earlier.
But did she have to be so rough about it?
“Took you long enough! GET UP ALREADY!” At that moment, I looked into some sharp, azure eyes and a familiar tiara on her head and cutie mark. Her coat is pink while her mane is purple with a white streak in the middle of it.
Diamond Tiara, the local so-called princess, but still just a spoiled Earth mare. You never change, do you?
“You could stand to be a little nicer about it.” I retorted.
“You shouldn’t be such a slacker, you Blank Flank!”
Ah, she had to remind me of my lack of a Cutie Mark. Does having a one matter that much? She acts like it’s supposed to hurt me. And her special talent? Crafting tiaras apparently. But that in itself is what allowed her to get closer to the princesses, so she’s actually proud of her talent. She seriously hopes to become a real princess someday.
Looking away from her piercing stare, I manage to stand on my hooves despite my head still feeling somewhat heavy. I look down at the purple carpet and let out a sigh of relief when I noticed that the camera he gave me is still hanging around my neck.
I look beside me and I notice Featherweight’s shaking the sleep off of him as well.
“What happened? Where am I...?” Featherweight asked in a drowsy tone before noticing that we’re just as confused as he is. But I’m glad he’s okay.
Now that I have a chance to look at where exactly I am, I can definitely tell I’ve ended up somewhere different.
I can see several classroom desks in front of me with everypony standing next to them, looking at them nervously. Did the same thing happen to them? If that’s the case, Featherweight and I are the last two awake.
In front of us all was a chalkboard and a podium for where the teacher would be. However, the desks all have a more luxurious appearance to them, worthy of a rich school in Canterlot. Looking around the smooth, marble walls, and instead of windows, I see giant, steel plates with giant screws protruding out of them.
Are we supposed to take a seat in here?
I also take a look at my left forehoof, noticing a strange black band around it. I took a closer look at it, and it looks like a piece of fabric with a strange white gem on top.
Looks like Tiara has a bracelet too, but hers is pink. Now that I notice it, everypony here has these strange bracelets. When I waved it around a little, a strange light shone from the stone, showing a strange screen with my picture on it. There’s also my other data, such as weight, height, color, likes, dislikes, and talent.
Wait, talent? I shouldn’t have a talent!
Shady Daze: Super High-School Level Hard Worker
I quickly check my rear, seeing that it’s still blank, and back to the profile screen.
If I’m still blank, why do I even have a talent? Was some sort of background check performed on all of us?
I should see what everypony else has to say. I’m a little curious about their talents as well.
I start with speaking with Diamond Tiara, the one who woke me up just now. I start by asking her about the situation.
“You think I would know? What, are you stupid? Why WOULD I!?” Okay, did you need to chew me out?
Diamond Tiara: Super High-School Level Crown Maker
“Ugh, what’s with this whole weird title thing anyway?!” The spoiled mare complained.
But does she really have the right to complain? Even if her talent is crafting tiaras, I do know that she’s good at it. Whenever I need any inside info from Canterlot, I’d actually beg ask her for whatever she knows. Her skill netted her access to some inside information about Equestrian royalty, as long as she swore an oath to secrecy.
Afterwards, a certain dark-gray earth mare that’s always with her concurs with her friend. She has a single braid in her long, gray-colored mane. “You heard her. We all ended up here the moment we stepped in that hallway.” Silver Spoon adjusted the glasses in front of her violet eyes, glaring at me as she explained.
Silver Spoon: Super High-School Level Scion
Her cutie mark is that of a silver spoon with gems at the end of the handle. As her name and cutie mark implies, she’s used to having whatever she wants in her house since she’s the hope of her family. The same can be said about Diamond Tiara, but I always thought Silver Spoon was more mature than she was.
“You guys are still jerks? You do realize how strange this situation is, right?” I asked.
“That’s precisely why I’m mad! What was Miss Cheerilee thinking when she organized this reunion?!” Tiara answered curtly, not wishing to prolong the questioning. But she has a point. We don’t even know what happened, or why we’re here.
Her words reminded me about Miss Cheerilee too. When I look around the classroom, I don’t see a sign of her at all.
“Don’t worry about it! Whenever strange things happen, ponies just happen to get a little weirded out. I’m sure we’ll all be having fun by the time we resolve this.” Featherweight tapped me in the back, reassuring me not to worry.
If there’s one thing I know, is that he seems to never lose his cool. I guess that’s part of his talent.
Featherweight: Super High-School Level Hope
I think he did tell me at one point that the white feather is a symbol of hope according to his parents. The fact that that’s his cutie mark, this title makes a lot of sense. He’s always been optimistic, and he’s always had the leadership skills that I don’t have. He’s able to bring everypony together unlike me.
I’d rather not start selling myself short though.
I then walk up to Twist and the Cutie Mark Crusaders to see if they know anything.
“Oh, you’re up! What do you think happened back there?” The light-gray unicorn mare with the Purple and pink mane asked when I approached her. Her name is Sweetie Belle, the little sister of the widely known fashion designer, Rarity. Naturally, she was just as curious as everypony else. Of course, like Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, she doesn’t have a cutie mark.
Sweetie Belle: Super High-School Level Songwriter
“And this title! Why does everypony think I’m gonna sing even now?” Sweetie Belle griped.
However, she definitely has great potential for songwriting. Every event we had for school, Sweetie Belle always had a song to sing, getting her friends to sing with her. She even sang when Babs Seed hopped on the bully bandwagon for a little while. She’s not the best singer, but it’s amazing how she able to have lyrics on the fly like that.
“Maybe we’ll get our cutie marks if we found out!” This light-yellow earth mare with the red mane and bow in her hair and cowgirl hat behind her neck is Apple Bloom, Applejack’s little sister.
Apple Bloom: Super High-School Level ???
And like her sister, she’s an earth pony with a southern accent. She’s the founder of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and she’s always willing to get her cutie mark. That would explain why disasters occur whenever she, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo go crusading. With all the activities they’ve done all over Ponyville, you’d think they would’ve earned their cutie marks by now. At least they’ve calmed down considerably over the years, but still. Apple Bloom doesn’t have one of those titles it seems.
“I, umm, don’t think this is the time to think about getting your cutie mark.” I’m inclined to concur with the white, red-framed glasses-wearing mare with the deep-red curly mane and candy cane cutie mark.
Twist: Super High-School Level Candy Maker
This earth pony is named Twist. She used to defend Apple Bloom when Tiara and Silver Spoon would make fun of her a lot. But they don’t talk as much these days ever since Twist earned her cutie mark a long time ago when she discovered how great her candy tastes, and ever since, has made candy for all the colts and fillies in town, earning their adoration. It's only natural when you eat delicious candy.
“Ain’t ya just sayin’ that cause ya don’t hafta worry ‘bout yer cutie mark?” Apple Bloom harshly retorted. Her chipper expression remained unchanged, but it was a piercing question to Twist though..
Makes me wonder if their friendship was strained by that.
“C-come on, that wasn’t really nice! I’m sure you’ll figure out your talent one of these days!” Featherweight tried to step in, but-
“She’s right.” Twist suddenly looked really crestfallen all of a sudden, agreeing with Apple Bloom’s claim.
“A-ah’m sorry, I didn’t...” Apple Bloom herself lowered her head, speaking meekly.
“We really need to find out what’s going on here though. Cutie mark or not, I wanna know!” This burnt-orange colored pegasus mare with the parted purple mane spoke wisely, even if she just really wanted to quench her curiosity.
Scootaloo: Super High-School Level Bad Luck
This mare’s name is Scootaloo, surrogate little sister of Equestria’s number one flyer, Rainbow Dash. She’s also the founder of the Rainbow Dash fanclub. I’m surprised that’s still a thing. These days though, her hairstyle’s somewhat more girly, and now she’s wearing a gray hoodie.
“So you guys just all collapsed at that statue in the main hall, right?” I spoke up, walking between some desks.
“Yeah! That’s it!” Scootaloo spoke quickly, then put a hoof to her mouth in a thinking pose. “But we were supposed to be with Miss Cheerilee! Maybe she’ll know why my stupid ‘talent’ is ‘bad luck’. Sure I can’t fly, but I’m not gonna chalk that up to bad luck!”
Where the heck is Miss Cheerilee!? Ugh, I feel a large pit in my stomach. I have a horrible feeling about this.
I walk past a few desks around the front row to find Snips and Snails at the chalkboard, holding the chalk with their magic and writing, “Snips, Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails.” Guess they’re as immature as ever.
“Hey, it’s the puppy dog!” The grayish-opal, pudgy unicorn stallion with the moderate-brown mane turned to me and made his remark, fitting me in somehow.
Snips: Super High-School Level Cutter
This little guy is Snips, and true to his name, he has a pair of scissors for a cutie mark. I think his special talent is being good at using scissors somehow.
“He should totally start barking then!” The more lanky unicorn stallion with the amber coat and turquoise mane added on, laughing like they just told some grand joke.
Snails: Super High-School Level Bug Tamer
This guy is Snails, and true to his name also, his cutie mark is a snail. I guess bug taming connects the dots. But why is he wearing a cape and top hat like some junior magician?
“Do you guys know where Miss Cheerilee is?” I would ignore their remarks and ask, and they’d give me a scowl in kind.
“We don’t have a clue! Besides, we’re busy writing on the chalkboard!” Snips turned his back to me, as if he wanted me to go away.
“You guys don’t care at all whether she’ll come back and catch you, huh?” I asked, stunning them a bit.
“W-w-well, you don’t know when she’s coming back, do you?!” Snips suddenly gave me a nervous look, contemplating putting down the chalk.
“Umm, I don’t.” Really, if I knew, I wouldn’t be asking where she is.
“Dude, just relax! We’re only just doing it for nostalgia’s sake!” Snails said, getting back to drawing that stupid graffiti on the board. They’re gonna get in trouble for that.
“Yeah, they really don’t care. It’s best to just let the teacher catch’em. Isn’t that right?” Featherweight asked after he and I walked away from them. “I’m sure she has to be somewhere. After speaking with everypony, let’s try to assess the situation.”
“Yeah.” I agreed with Featherweight before he went back over to converse with the crusaders.
Next, I head over to Dinky Doo and Ginger Snap, who seem to already have some speculation amongst each other. They were just two desks away down the center from where Snips and Snails were.
“Shady! Do you have any clue about where Miss Cheerilee could be? Did you at least see her when you came to the entrance hall? Because We didn’t.” The pale yellow earth mare with the bob-cut, orange and dark-orange mane asked me. Around her body is a dark-green strap with a series of badges and on her head, a beret of the same color.
Ginger Snap: Super High-School Level Girl Scout
This mare is Ginger Snap, and I’m under the impression she probably wanted to give cookies to the royal guards and Princess Twilight. I can see why she has that title though. She's earned hundreds of merit badges, earning even the recognition of Princess Celestia for her efforts.
But she’s a little old to be doing that, isn’t she?
“I haven’t seen her at all. I was the last to wake up in here. But I’m a little worried though. Don’t you think all of this is strange?” I asked.
“You were also the last one to wake up on the train, soooooo...” The pale-purple unicorn mare with the blonde mane and tail reminded me.
Dinky Doo: Super High-School Level Underdog
Her name is Dinky Doo, and she’s the daughter of Ponyville’s resident mailmare, Ditzy Doo. As a result of her mother’s failures, she’s always assumed to not be very bright, and it doesn't help that she doesn’t have a cutie mark either. She's always underestimated, but I've seen her pull through in several local competitions, like some of the Sisterhooves Social events.
“You guys should’ve woke me up!” I sternly replied, stomping a hoof down. It’s different this time. I didn’t mean to get snippy, but I can’t shake this bad feeling welling up inside me. I feel a weight on my back similar to the kind I got when Nightmare Moon or Discord terrorized Equestria.
“Geez, relax! You usually don’t care for sleeping in late!” Dinky tried to justify her remark, looking a bit put off at my retort. “But still, it beats me on why we’re even here. Some reunion, huh?”
“Tell me about it. Cheerilee’s pretty straightforward in her teachings. She’s not the roundabout type like Princess Celestia, so I doubt she’d be behind this.” I muttered, trying to piece together what little facts I have.
“Doesn’t answer where she is though. I’m not happy about this either. Bolted windows? We don’t even know what time it is! I could’ve already missed out on the release of that new Daring Do comic!” Dinky continued, making a good point, comics aside.
If we woke up here, then just how long has it been? Just how long have we been out?
I walk over to Truffle Shuffle, the fat, light-gray earth stallion with the chocolate-colored mane sitting in the center of the classroom.
Is he spacing out?
“Umm, Truffle?” I hesitantly call to him.
“I’m hungry.” He said, faintly acknowledging my existence.
Truffle Shuffle: Super High-School Level Glutton
“Umm, this isn’t the time to-”
“I said I’m hungry. Got any snacks?”
“No. That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“We’ll talk if you bring me snacks.”
He- yeah, he doesn’t care about the situation at all, does he? Considering that his cutie mark is that of a knife and fork. Probably earned it from eating something every five seconds, or from winning several eating competitions. But he should be more concerned about Miss Cheerilee at least. Didn’t he used to be the teacher’s pet?
And my next step was to talk to Grace Lightning, who’s standing by the sealed off windows to the left and next to the last desk in that corner.
“Boo!” Hearing that next to my ear, of course I’d find myself lying on my side. My heart thumped rapidly as I desperately tried to catch my breath.
“Whoa, you’re okay, ya?” An earth stallion with a brown spot on his eye spoke to me. His dirty blonde mane, styled somewhat spiky, I almost didn’t recognize him. As soon as I got on my hooves, I knew right away.
Pipsqueak: Super High-School Level Horror Connoisseur
“Pipsqueak!?” I asked, looking at him, noticing that he’s taller than me now. It’s been years since I last seen him. Did he have a growth spurt? Only thing that’s the same, is that like me, he has no cutie mark.
“I didn’t give ya a heart attack did I? You’re not an old colt, ya know?”
Pipsqueak; If I recall correctly, he’s one of the ponies who helped Princess Luna enjoy Nightmare Night. In fact, it’s his favorite holiday, and he always raves about it. He was in our class as a transfer student, but had to go away a year later.
“Oh man, it’s been ages! But who knew this would be the first thing I’d run into when I got back from Trottingham, ya know?”
“Wait, you JUST got back?” I asked. I thought he came back to Ponyville yesterday.
“Of course! I get a call from Miss Cheerilee for a class reunion, and bam! Something terrifyingly unexpected happens, ya know! I wonder if this is part of the trip?” He rambled.
“I really doubt this is a part of the trip.” I reminded him.
“But I mean, if it is, it’s a perfect set-up for a real scare, ya know? Everyone screams because there might be some sort of killer on the loose! It’d be perfect if Miss Cheerilee came out and scared the fur off of us, ya know!” Pip’s eyes shone with a gleam he was nervous about having, but it’s obvious he wanted this to be a simple prank. Surely he doesn’t want some serial killer in here for real...
Right?
“Who cares if this a part or the trip or not!? I WANTED TO SEE THE STADIUM, NOT THE CLASSROOM!” A gray mare with a purple mane spoke aggressively, not wanting to be in this classroom at all.
Grace Lightning: Super High-School Level Rollerblader
This mare’s name is Grace Lightning. Unlike Pipsqueak and I, her cutie mark is a simple lightning bolt. On her legs, she’s wearing a pair of black and white horseshoes; probably the kind with the skates in them.
I used to help with the coverage of her team’s races in the annual Equestria Roller Derby for the sports column. She’s a mean athlete, and is very aggressive during the tournaments, so she strikes fear into her competition.
“C-calm down, Gracie! Look on the bright side: A classroom’s a perfect setup for a horror play!” Pip nervously tried to calm her down after her outburst the moment she bucked the steel plate over the window.
“Don’t give me some stupid nickname!” She quickly turned her head, shooting a glare at poor Pip, who only didn’t want her to go crazy.
“Where was Miss Cheerilee last before you guys passed out?” I asked the two.
“I can’t remember that either. Agh! Why can’t I remember!?” Grace instantly grew frustrated after her eyes shut. Trying to remember where Cheerilee was just before this happened.
I can’t say I can relate to their frustration at all though. The others weren’t around when Featherweight and I arrived at the entrance hall and passed out promptly. For me, that’s probably worse.
I can’t shake it. I feel like I’ll be fine if we can find our teacher, but she’s not here, the windows are sealed- wait, I haven’t tried the door!
And so I walk up to Featherweight and tell him my plan. I tell him that I want to try that door.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, dude.” Featherweight suddenly became very weary of the door.
“But none of us has tried to escape!” I argued back, having a much stronger urge than before to just break that door down.
“Then give it a try then. Make yourself useful!” Tiara chimed in.
“Don’t bother. The door’s locked.”
“WHAT?!” Tiara swiftly turned around, snapping at the one who made the remark.
A light-gray pegasus stallion with a slicked back, black and gray mane tells us about the door, walking up from it after separating himself from Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.
“How do you know?” I asked, not realizing that I sounded rather aggravated. But then I quickly noticed a small dark spot on his left forehoof.
“Because I tried. Isn’t that obvious?” This stallion’s name is Rumble. Like me, he’s also a lacks a cutie mark.
Rumble: Super High-School Level Quick Learner
At the same time, he’s known for learning to fly exceptionally well at such a young age. He’s the younger brother of Thunderlane, one of the recent new members of the Wonderbolts. Rumble’s ability to learn is insanely fast, and has the potential to become the youngest Wonderbolt in history.
Still, Rumble seemed to have a chip on his shoulder, but I can’t fault him for it. Not when this same bad feeling is forming a chip on me as well.
“This is so royally stupid! We’re locked in a classroom with no answer as to how we even got here! And where’s Miss Cheerilee anyway? She wouldn’t even dream of doing this to her students!” Diamond Tiara walked up past Rumble, ranting along the way. She marched up to the regal wooden double door and held out a hoof to push it open. “GAH! What is this?!”
Upon contact with the door, Tiara jerked back, holding onto her right hoof the moment it touched the door. She started blowing on it as if she was burned.
“Dia, you okay?! What happened!?” Silver Spoon ran up to check on her friend, noticing a singe on her hoof.
“That DOOR just shocked me! What sorcery is this!? I DEMAND TO KNOW RIGHT NOW!!!” Tiara was screaming, ranting at this point.
“I don’t even know. But if somepony doesn’t come in here in the next few minutes, I’m bucking the door down! Who’s with me!?” Grace made a sudden, fiery declaration, raising up a forehoof, hoping the others will do the same. It’s like she wants to lead an army or something.
“Ah could try myself! After all, If I can buck a tree like mah sister, I can buck a door open! Ah’m not as good as she is, but I’ll do my best!” Apple Bloom surprisingly agreed, her eyes full of fire. Please tell me this isn’t some ruse to go for a cutie mark again.
“Apple Bloom, we’ll get in big trouble if we do!” Sweetie Belle shrieked back as she thought what kind of temper their teacher would display. And no one would dare incur the wrath of Princess Twilight.
“But this is STRANGE! Why lock us in this classroom!? I don’t care if we get in trouble!” Scootaloo concurred with Apple Bloom, wanting to break the door down as well.
“Hey, you twerps up front! Use your magic to open this door!” Diamond Tiara shouted, commanding the two pranksters at the chalkboard.
“No way, do it yourself! We’re busy here!” Snails kept his back turned, not wanting to look at the demanding Diamond Tiara.
“Drawing a bunch of graffiti and nursery rhymes on the board isn’t ‘Busy’ you know. Just how stupid can you guys be?” Silver Spoon glared through her blue-framed glasses.
“Umm, why don’t we all just sit down in the desks? Maybe somepony will come in to start class?” Twist pointed a hoof at Truffle Shuffle, who unlike everypony else, was sitting at the desk in the middle of the classroom.
One would wonder why he’s sitting there anyway.
“And why should we follow that fatty’s example?!” Turning her head and letting her mane sweep in a “Hmph!” fashion, Tiara scoffed at the idea.
“Don’t make fun of him! I just thought he might be onto something! Look, I’ll do it too!” Twist promptly takes a seat in a desk right next to Truffle and gives the fat stallion a quick smile.
“Oh, hey Twist.” For some reason, he turns around and greets her normally. What happened to being so hungry you refused to talk?
“Ugh, this isn’t what I feel like doing!! Let’s buck down the door!” Grace made a mad dash for the door, nodding off to whoever wanted to join her. Surely enough, Applebloom and Scootaloo were the only ones who complied.
“That’s gonna be futile.” Rumble said, looking away. In fact he looked as if he wanted to sigh.
“Oh look, the blank flanks are gonna try to open the door for us!” Tiara rolled her eyes, saying with such callousness the moment she saw Apple Bloom and Scootaloo stepping up.
By the time Scootaloo and Applebloom got to the door with Grace, they turn their backs to it and ready their legs.
“This sucker’s coming down!” Grace declared, her legs rising up along with Scootaloo’s and Apple Bloom’s. At that moment, their legs unleashed their full force at the door. I actually widened my eyes seeing such power from their legs, channeling a small bit of hope into me.
I hoped that the door would break, granting us freedom.
But yet, the door itself had to be guarded with magic. A strong kind of magic obviously.
It’s then I began to wonder: What good will it do if the door can’t even be touched?
That question became a reality the instant I asked myself that. Their hooves didn’t touch the door at all. Instead, they were pushed away by an unknown force. Of course, they briefly writhe and moan in pain, just the way Tiara did when she touched it.
“Whoa, really!? You’re kidding!” Snips commented while both he and Snails had stopped messing with the board. They wanted to see what would happen, and surely enough, they too saw the result.
“Then let me! I have to try!” Dinkie Doo would then gallop to the door, her horn glowing with a grayish-purple hue.
“But your magic might not be strong enough!” Ginger warned, wanting to stop her friend.
“I gotta try! Daring Do wouldn’t back down in this situation!” Dinkie ignored Ginger’s warning, making a quick rebuttal using her favorite heroine. Quickly, a blast of magic shot from her horn, headed straight for the door. The laser that fired was thin and looked weak, but even then, it didn’t have any effect at all. It’s as if the magic was vaporized.
No damage. No burns. Nothing.
Diamond Tiara would shoot a sudden glare at Snips and Snails, as if she expected them to step up this time.
“Well, my magic’s not all that strong!,” Snips nervously tried to get some excuses in.
“Same here! And Trixie hasn’t taught me her best spells yet!” Snails added.
“You’re still learning from that crazy mare?! Seriously!?” Snips whispered after cocked his head, looking at his friend like he’s gone insane.
“I’m her biggest fan, what do you expect!?” Snails retorted.
I clenched my teeth, realizing that this isn’t normal.
No.
This was never normal. From the very beginning, this wasn’t normal.
I can see Twist and Sweetie Belle looking back at the door in horror. Everypony else who didn’t participate in the act also looked in fear, realizing just as I have, that we’re trapped.
There’s nothing for us to do, but wait.
Why wait? We need to get out.
But maybe It’s just because I don’t want to drive myself insane in here. I know for a fact that If I gave in to my desires, I’d do everything I could to destroy this place, and hope everyone would do the same.
I sighed deeply, ignoring the arguing and gossip and took a seat at the first empty desk I could find. One a desk away from Truffle Shuffle.
I put my head in my hooves, feeling nauseous. I feel anxious. Restless. But then I was quickly pulled out of it.
“Okay you bastards, get in your desks so we can begin roll call!”
What I heard isn’t some lame motivational speech, but something that shocked us all.
“Gyah!?” Both Snips and Snails dropped their chalk quickly.
“Uhh, who was that?” Featherweight asked me, but I gave him a ‘beats me’ look in response. A second later, we’re suddenly blinded by a very bright light. The same kind of light we’re used to seeing whenever Celestia makes her grand appearance.
But it wasn’t Princess Celestia. Why would It be? Why should it be? This is Twilight’s School. So it was natural for Princess Twilight Sparkle to make her entrance. A purple alicorn wearing her regal gown and crown stood at the podium, with her eyes closed in such a haughty princess fashion.
Upon her appearance, Snips and Snails make a mad dash for the back of the room with the rest of us, feeling like they were in trouble.
But what’s with that starting line? Princess Twilight wouldn’t say anything like that at all.
“Oh, look who’s FINALLY here! Princess Twilight! What happened to you, did work loosen one of your screws?” Diamond Tiara was the first to speak, and naturally, everyone but Silver Spoon looked at her like she’s lost her mind.
No seriously.
Even though she herself spoke pretty crudely just now, that’s STILL Princess Twilight.
“Oi, I’m a princess! You don’t talk to your ruler like that, now sit down or you’ll be punished!”
“Uhhh, maybe this is a Nightmare Night prank afterall... hahaha! Some sort of plan to scare us into thinking she’s gone nuts! Ah, I can see a scenario where she decides to teach us how to destroy the world, and if we don’t pay attention, she’ll destroy us! Perfect horror set up I guess!” Pip force out a laugh, nervously looking at the new Alicorn before us.
“Oh, I get it. You want me to speak prim and proper! Something more like, ‘Hi everypony! It’s me, Princess Twilight! Could you all pwetty pwease sit down? I’d like to take roll call now!’ right? You spoiled rotten kids!”
“Maybe she’s been infected by the poison joke or somethin’! That’s gotta be it!” Apple Bloom happily speculated, having stars in her eyes even. I seriously don’t think that’s something to be happy about.
“Might as well do as she says. Maybe she’ll explain herself.” Rumble walked to the desk next to mine and took his seat. “I want to know what’s going on. That way we’ll know whether or not to resist.”
“That’s if we can resist.” Ginger Snap commented.
“Oh puh-leeze! You’re talking about resisting an alicorn here! Even though it’s so not like her, she’s STILL an Alicorn! All powerful! A princess!” Diamond Tiara nervous chided those who spoke of ‘resisting’ the princess. Despite her hypocritical statements, we could hear the hint of nervousness in her voice. Yet, didn’t she just speak ill of her just a minute ago? Is she a hypocrite?
“Oh, someone finally gets me! It brings a pretty tear to my eye! Now hurry up or you’ll be punished!” Twilight ordered, her glare shooting daggers at all of us.
This is definitely strange, but Rumble had a point. We had to at least know what’s going on. We can’t just be blind about this.
So, out of curiosity and hopes of learning the truth, we comply to her demands by filling the sixteen desks in the room, despite how weird she’s acting. In fact, we simply took Apple Bloom’s absurd claim and hoped that was true. Maybe Diamond Tiara believed this isn't Twilight at all. And I’ll be honest: If she made that declaration now, I’d probably believe it.
But before I could ask, the so-called Twilight Sparkle spoke again with another demand.
“Now that you bastards are finally present, there’s three things that need to be done! First off...!” The strange princess trailed off before making a single, loud stomp with her left forehoof. As it echoed across the room, our surroundings slowly began to transform.
The walls surrounding us and the roof over our heads vanished, just the same way as our desks, letting us fall to the new concrete.
What we saw before us this time, was what appeared to be an entire district full of fancy homes and stores, with a single, starry brick road leading to a castle up ahead.
“Umm, is this Canterlot again?” Sweetie Belle asked the question that we all wanted to.
“Now that we’re out of that stuffy room, It’s time to invite you ponies to the KINGDOM OF MUTUAL KILLING!” Princess Twilight opened her eyes, and had a look of absolute glee. Not to mention, her left eye is glowing brightly red.
“Whoa, what? Mutual Killing?” Scootaloo, confused as everyone else, looked at her peers, then back to Princess Twilight.
“Forget that, what’s with Princess Twilight’s eye? It’s like she’s got the crawling chaos hidden within!” Pipsqueak pointed a hoof at the red gleam shining from her left eye.
“Must’ve dabbled into some dark magic I assume?” Silver Spoon speculated.
“Oh, that? It’s part of what I really am.” The moment the princess curtly said that, several beams of light broke out of Twilight’s back, as if she were a statue breaking away from the inside. But what emerged, was a strange teddy bear.
Really?
The bear, white and cute on one half, and black and wicked on the other half. To top it all off, this bear was wearing a golden crown on it’s head.
“WOW. I should’ve broke out sooner! This place needs a real king! King Monobear!”
Monobear: that’s what the toy called himself. With his high-pitched voice, he declared himself the king of this ‘kingdom’ we’re in.
“Heh. I didn’t care for princesses, but it looks like our NEWEST princess just went full retard!” Grace Lighting said curtly. “Whatever! That was lame! Let’s just blow this joint!” She turned her back to the alicorn before us and tried to walk off, but her face hit a wall; an invisible wall. “THIS AGAIN?!”
“So that was the wall we touched. Interesting.” Rumble muttered to himself. How is that remotely interesting?
Looking behind us, we see an entire open field of grass, but nothing else, unlike where we are now. It’s like we’re in the middle of nowhere. Or maybe Canterlot somehow teleported here.
“I just built this kingdom, and I’m looking for some loyal subjects to bring me some entertainment! You bastards are perfect for that!” Monobear continued talking, sitting on Twilight’s back.
That’s not Twilight at all, is it?
“I think we’re in trouble!” Snips whispered to Snails, believing they’re the reason we can’t leave. But they were loud enough that Diamond Tiara and I could hear’em.
“No, you’re in trouble, you idiot! You should’ve never drawn on the board!” Snails argued back, desperately pushing his buddy under the bus.
“Me?! It was your idea to act like a kid!” Snips snapped back.
“WOULD YOU IDIOTS SHUT UP!? You were BOTH foolish enough to act like kids, so take responsibility!” Never thought I’d think it, but thank you, Diamond Tiara.
“N-no way! You’re our princess, right?! Y-YOU do it!” Snails pointed a hoof at Tiara, earning yet another soul piercing glare. But then that bear speaks again.
“Oh? You think I care what you wrote on the chalkboard? Those stupid drawings are what you ponies amount to! Just pieces of art that represent nothing!” Monobear commented.
“WHERE’S PRINCESS TWILIGHT!?” Diamond Tiara asked, finally.
“Oh, she’s right here. Isn’t she a good, fluffy pony?” Monobear sarcastically answered, even petting the fake Twilight’s mane. It’s even reacting by snuggling against it’s paw!
“I MEAN IT!!! WHERE IS SHE!?” Diamond Tiara’s anger was stronger than anypony around her. She may be haughty, but it’s clear from the get go, from the moment of this Twilight’s appearance, she knew this wasn’t the real Princess Twilight. If there’s one thing I would know about a wanna-be princess like her, is that she would show proper respect to a fellow princess.
“You’re breaking my heart to tiny molecule pieces! It makes me beary sad that you can’t at least be my jesters.” Monobear petted the fake Twilight’s mane again, like he got some sympathy from it. “That’s what you’re all here for, right? And you bastards want to leave the moment I introduce myself!”
Despite her demands, it seems this ‘Monobear’ wouldn’t answer at all. He purposely avoided the question.
“Why would we come here on our own?” Ginger Snap looked around, and glared at the bear once more, “This isn’t the Canterlot that I know!”
“What’s this Canterlot? This kingdom is called MONOLOT! The Kingdom of Mutual Killing!” Monobear’s left eye lit up brightly, sending a chill down Ginger’s spine.
“We don’t have a choice in this, do we? We’re suddenly declared to provide you ‘entertainment’ like we’re already your jesters. If you simply want us to tell jokes, then-” Rumble speculated, hoping that things would be that simple.
“Jokes are for losers who hang onto hope and friendship like a holy grail!” Monobear angrily scoffed.
“Then don’t expect us to be your jesters! I for one, refuse to be some teddy bear’s jester, subject, or whatever! I’m Diamond Tiara! Celestia forbid the day I’m reduced to such a ridiculing role!” Tiara put a hoof to her chest, speaking from the heart about her position.
“Naturally, I’m with her on this. You can’t seriously expect us to follow your whims, yet alone stay here. You kidnapped us, didn’t you? And for such a ridiculous claim? Who do you think you are?” Silver Spoon backed up her friend’s declaration.
“Uu~pupupu~” After his strange giggle, he continued, “The real question is who do you think you are? I’ve even prepared shelter and food, and that’s how I’m repaid? How ungrateful!”
“There’s food? I sure hope it’s tasty.” Truffle Shuffle’s first comment is about food. Really?
“Fine, since you bastards insist on not being my jester anymore, there’s only one way out: A promotion!”
“Promotion? Is this a game now?” Snails asked.
“If you count killing as a game, sure!”
“WHAT!?” I suddenly yelped. I didn’t even care, but to nonchalantly say something like that; he can’t be serious. Even though I feel a terror like no other, I don’t want to take this seriously. Our reunion can’t have gone from a tour of a school to some kingdom where we have to entertain a teddy bear with violence.
“I didn’t stutter! The only way you’ll receive a promotion, is to kill someone! Only then, can you receive your promotion!” Monobear repeated.
“K-k-kill? As in, kill somepony...?” Sweetie Belle’s legs violently trembled.
“Come on, Sweetie Belle! He’s just a cute, teddy bear! He wouldn’t want you to kill anypony!” Apple Bloom, you think that bear is cute? Despite the absurd claim, she seemed just as afraid as Sweetie Belle.
“Like Apple Bloom said, this might be some Poison Joke at work! I mean, maybe Twilight’s gone insane again and wants us to hog another doll of hers, right?” Scootaloo speculated, despite the beads of sweat on her head.
“Killing is a pretty good joke if you put your own spin to it! It involves stabbing, poisoning, bludgeoning, cutting, gutting, all sorts of fun things you can toy with! If you want to get promoted and go home, just kill someone among you! It’s easy!” Monobear seriously thinks we’ll kill each other. Why should we?
“How about I just kill YOU!?” Grace Lightning marched past all of us and inched closer to Monobear.
“That wouldn’t be beary good! That’s considered TREASON! Surely you wouldn’t lay your filthy hooves on a bear, get executed in front of your friends, and send them all to despair, would you?”
“You shouldn’t have asked us to kill! You think you can just kidnap us and expect us to kill each other!? FAT CHANCE!” Grace Lightning’s hooves dropped it’s wheels to the ground. She rolled her way towards Monobear with lightning speed and attempted to ram him. But before she could get close, she suddenly dodged the bear on it’s horse, ducking away from a member of the Royal Guard; or so we thought.
But it’s not that she ducked away. Their sudden arrival allowed their wings to slice Grace on the sides.
They have golden helmets. They have golden armor.
But a simple glance at these two, and you can tell they’re not the Canterlot Royal Guard at all. They look like they’re made of metal, red eyes and all. Not to mention, their wings, dripping with Grace Lightning’s blood, looked as if they could cut anything like butter.
“Say hello to my Monoguards! They sure like to jump the gun, don’t they?” Monobear was scratching the back of his head, acting so nonchalant about what just happened.
“GRACIE!!!” Pip tried to run up to her, but the Monoguards would block his way with their sharp, steel wings. He simply backed away and slumped to the ground, fearing for his friend’s life.
“I WANNA GO HOME!!!!” Sweetie Belle’s tears ran like a river, crying, begging to go home to her sister.
“I can’t stand this! Is Princess Twilight even alive!? What about Princess Celestia? Or Princess Luna!?” Twist began asking everyone, despite that there’d be no answer. None of us know.
Everyone simply stood there, horrified. Even the likes of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. Even that hungry Truffle Shuffle is trembling.
Monobear probably was aiming for this from the start. He probably wanted to make an example of us. He showed it to us clearly.
If we try to fight, we die. If we try to resist, we die.
We can’t oppose him. Why try?
It’s that horrifying realization that made me want to give up. To just stop right here.
And what’s this killing business anyway? He wants us to kill each other? For what, a promotion?
To what? Some unknown position allowing us to leave this place? What’s his game?
“PHEW! I almost got trampled by a wild set of hooves! Better get her fixed up so she can participate in the kingdom of Mutual Killing. Wouldn’t want such fierceness to go to waste, right?” On Monobear’s order, the Monoguards picked Grace up and flew her away.
“This isn’t a joke, is it? That blood’s real, right?” Scootaloo asked.
“That blood’s real. It looks real. We just saw what happened.” Rumble grimly said, unable to avert his eyes from the blood pool left behind.
“Better read the rules on your ID bands! I’ve already updated the info about the requirements for ‘promotion’! Ignorance of the rules is unacceptable!” Monobear ordered us, then finished talking.
“But I see you get it now, don’t you? You desire to oppose me and leave. But that’s simply a byproduct of friendship. It builds unnecessary relationships with the outsiders of my kingdom. Relationships you hold dear. Relationships you can’t let go. But know that in the end, friendship is despair.”
We thought this bear was just a joke. But with words like that... with despair inducing words like that, we can’t call it a joke.
“With that said, I look forward to how you’ll all provide me with the grotesque, messy, despair-inducing entertainment I crave! GIDDYUP!” With Monobear’s parting words, he rode on that fake Twilight Sparkle and flew off.
We were brought here. We were probably kidnapped, but I never imagined it’d be for some sick purpose such as this.
“That bear’s worse than Chuckie!” Pip put on a cracking smile.
“That’s just a teddy bear! T-that’s... it can’t be capable of... THAT, right?” Snails hesitantly asked, earning a glare from Diamond Tiara.
“Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you go attack that thing! See what’ll happen!” Diamond retorted.
“Instead of trying to goad somepony into getting himself killed, why don’t we read the rules, okay? Maybe we’ll find something useful!” Featherweight suggested. He was just as scared as I was. How can he say something so hopeful? Doesn’t he know what’s going on?
“He’s got a point. We look at the rules with this band, right?” Scootaloo lifted her hoof, looking around at us, hoping for a little clarification.
1. The king’s subjects will live a communal lifestyle with no time limit inside the the kingdom.
2. The time between 10pm and 7am is called “Night Time”. During Night Time there are places that are forbidden to enter, so please take care.
3. Sleeping is only permitted in the personal homes prepared for you in the neighborhood area. Anyone intentionally falling asleep elsewhere will be punished.
4. You may investigate the kingdom as you please. There are no special restrictions on your actions.
5. No violence is permitted against King Monobear. Destruction of the surveillance flowers and cameras is forbidden.
6. A “culprit” who kills a fellow subject will be promoted. However, they must not let any other subject know they are the culprit.
7. Additional rules may be added by the king at any time.
Nopony said a word. All we could do was look at each other. I’m guessing they all saw the killing rule.
That’s the rule that stood out to us the most.
That rule; What Monobear wants us to do in order to leave:
To kill somepony.
We have families at home. We have friends at home. We also have hopes and dreams we wish to achieve, but not by being here. We don’t even know if this place is Canterlot. For all we know, we could be far away from home. Anything could’ve happened to our loved ones.
The friends I’m looking at this very minute... would these friends truly risk it all? Would they truly murder one of us?
It makes me sick thinking about it.