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// CHOICE13 
// Story: Sweetie's Mansion 
// by Moon Shooter 
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	There was no way in hay that this was still Scootaloo. There were simply too many things wrong with this picture. If she didn't leave before she got to close, there was no telling what the pony under her skin would plan to do to her. Something like breaking her bones before feeding her to the ghosts of the catacombs? Or perhaps something violent like holding her down, beating her to a pulp until her face was completely unrecognizable?
These concepts, Sweetie could only comprehend concept and nothing more. She couldn't see someone who looked so similarly to Scootaloo- no was Scootaloo, but at the not anymore, ruining her like that. Then again, she could barely comprehend it when Applebloom was holding a knife to her throat. For a time, acting on instinct, but when the realization, and just the realization dawned on her it caused her to have near a complete mental breakdown.
Sweetie didn't want to comprehend any of it right now. She had to escape before Scootaloo even had the chance to try something.
Behind her was the door. If she timed it just right, she could move around her and bolt through. Where she would go once she was back in the catacomb network was unclear. 
Though that didn't matter. So long as she could escape this thing who wore her coat.
Scootaloo... no, this possessed Scootaloo stared at her. Waiting.

Expecting.

Sweetie made a dodge to the right and bolted forward, determined to get past Scootaloo. At first it didn't even seem like she had even realized the move Sweetie made. She didn't even flinch. Sweetie figured that she had managed to surprise her with such an impulse move.
"Alright, almost- wha?!"
Suddenly, right in front of her, Scootaloo appeared. Did she teleport?
No. She, even possessed couldn't and wouldn't be able to use any kind of magic. That wasn't teleportation. That was just sheer speed.
--Rainbow would be proud.
Before Sweetie could try another dodge, Scootaloo raised a hoof and jabbed her in her throat.
"Guh-ah!" Sweetie gasped, falling to the ground. The jab wasn't enough to kill her. It was simply for all it did. To stun her while Scootaloo did as she pleased with her.
She stood above Sweetie, laughing at her as she lied on the ground. Before she could move again, or even try to get up, she got on top of Sweetie, pinning her to the ground. The mad grin was there now. Her eyes shone yellow. There was no denying it at this point. She of course knew it down in her gut, but oh how she desperately didn't want to have to see it. Not here.
As the last living memory of her friend.
Scootaloo laughed. Sweetie struggled to get free.
"Quit squirming." Scootaloo commanded. "I got you. You're my toy now. That means you've gotta do what I say. That's the rules. Ms. Pinkie said so."
P...inkie?
Regardless, Sweetie didn't stop trying to get free. Scootaloo tilted her head. 
"You stubborn mule, I said stop squirming!" With a quick movement, Scootaloo raised her hoof and slammed it down onto one of Sweetie's forelegs.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sweetie screamed.
"Shut up!" Scootaloo brought down another hoof on Sweetie's other foreleg.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Sweetie whimpered. She tried to keep her mouth shut, under some vague hope that if she listened to her, the horrible mind splitting pain would stop.
"Geeze, you're just like her." she spat. "Always whining over the stupidest things."
Scootaloo got up off of her. It wasn't like Sweetie would be able to move with two of her legs virtually ruined.
But the mad filly didn't stop there.
"I thought I could have fun with you." Scootaloo brought down another hoof on one of Sweetie's hind legs. She screamed again this time, even louder. Though Scootaloo didn't seem to care. "But how in hay am I gonna have fun with a whiner?"
"P...lease... please..." Sweetie pleaded. She could feel her consciousness fading from the intense pain. She knew once she fell asleep, she wouldn't wake up. Then again, with this kind of pain, would she really want to?
"But... that's alright. At least now, I won't have to listen to you whiing anymore after this." and then Scootaloo brought one last hoof down on Sweetie.

Sweetie blacked out.

***

Sweetie woke up with a gasp. The air was very thin and stale.
And smelly.
Sweetie groaned. Her body was in unimaginable pain.

--So much pain.

Especially in her legs-

It was then the memories of when Sweetie blacked out rushed into her little head. Scootaloo. She had knocked her unconscious by pinning her down and smashing at her legs.

"Where... hello?" Sweetie called out.

Her saddlebags were still on, surprisingly. It looked like Scootaloo hadn't stripped her of her gear this time. She supposed she should be thankful but something felt wrong about it at the same time. After all, it was way too convenient that she would leave something as vital as her flashlight in her mouth. Wherever she was.
To avoid only incriminating her pain, Sweetie shifted the flashlight around in her mouth until she eventually managed to turn it on. 
Click!
A circle of light beamed forward, only to be immediately stopped by some grey stone wall.
"W...hat?" Sweetie said.
It was then she noticed that her side was also against something rough and stone. And her back as well. It wasn't long before Sweetie finally concluded.
She was in a coffin.
"Hehehehehe...hehehe..."
Then the laughter. That horrible horrible laughter. Low, but so very near. As if right next to Sweetie's-
Sweetie slowly turned to the left to see what it was, dropping the flashlight out of her mouth when she screamed. It was a body. No, not like the one before, only a skeleton. This one was still decaying. It still had rotten eyes to look at her.
Sweetie screamed.
She rolling on her back in a panic. She tried lifting her hoof to push open the coffin.
"Ah!"
--The pain.
The coffin lid was already probably heavy enough. With Sweetie's legs ruined like this, there was no way she would be able to push it open.
Sweetie screamed even louder at what seemed to be one horrific realization to the next. She tried shifting her body best she could against the sides. Squirming inside as the teeth of the decaying pony began to chatter to compliment the laughs. Trying to escape somehow. Somehow.
The candy heart!
Of course! There still was a way out. She could just get into her saddlebags and-
Sweetie bit through the pain and shoved her hoof into her saddlebags.
It's not here.
The air seemed to get thinner and thinner the shorter Sweetie breathed. The more she thrashed her broken legs into her saddlebags like a ragdoll, desperate to feel the warmth of it's glow.
It's not here.
"Help"
Her throat was getting dry. So very dry as she cried out for somepony. Anypony. Anyone. Hoping they would hear.

And somepony did in fact hear. Scootaloo in fact. She heard her ever so faintly from inside that little box of death. The one with the candy heart ever so neatly placed on top of it.





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