Vinyl Scratch.
"Please Vinyl Scratch! To these poison thorns, your body is no match!"
"Ugh! I need to stretch my hooves! I need some wubs lady!"
I squirmed uncomfortably in my bed. How long had this zebra been pulling at my thorns? An hour? Two?! It feels like forever, and the poison seeping into my veins isn't helping much either. When Octavia said this mare could get me fixed up, I thought she meant, 'slap-on-a-bandage-and-lolly-for-good-behavior' kinda thing.
"Vinyl, please! With that amount of poison in your blood stream, you could sleep for a thousand years!"
"since when did you become such an expert on plants Octavia?"
I instantly regretted my choice in words. Zecora took a glance at Octi, and then back at me. What was it with these two?
Are you sure Octi isn't hiding anything?
What the voice was saying seemed logically possible...But I wasn't ready to trust it yet...
Octavia cleared her throat and began to leave the room. I would ask her about it later.
Queen Pinkamena Cheese sandwich
Cheese Sandwich lay numbly on the soft, pink bed. He didn't remember when he had fallen asleep... He couldn't believe that he did fall asleep! There are moments like this for the super-duper party pony Cheese Sandwich that provide the his sanity, if any, to stay with him. At least, that's what he thought.
To Cheese Sandwich: Well, you seem to be in... quite the predicament. We can probably read your thoughts so, try to answer questions through thought. How the fuck did you end up like this?
For a brief second, cheese thought about answering the voice. And then that second ended and the stallion remembered that he was still gagged. He was told about Pinkie Pie's crazy fits, but this was even crazy for him! Cheese shifted among his bounds in order to get a better look at the...voice, only to fall off of the bed with a new nasty headache and cut across his cheek and forehoof. therefor, undoing his bounds. The party-pony stood up to full height, got back onto the bed, turned twice,and lay back down in a more comfortable position...
Queen Pinkamena.
One...Two...Three...
I count the graves..
Thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...
I wonder how they dies...nope, I know how that one did...
Twenty three...Twenty four... twenty five...
I wonder if the rock for the gaves came from-...no,no.
Thirty eight...Thirty nine...Forty...
How did I get here? Did I walk?...
Sixty...sixty one, no, that's a rock...sixty one....sixty two...
I will count these forever if I want to find the end....The whole field is just...stones...
eighty nine...
Why didn't that one have a name on it?
one hundred...
To: Pinkie Pie (Thats right NO RESPECT!!!!!!) Why did you become evil and why not force Tia or Lulu to make you an alicorn?
"Isn't it obvious?! If I became an alicorn I would need an alicorn party, and if I had an alicorn party, I would need streamer! ...And I'm fresh out of streamers."
Why were these voices soooo dumb? Didn't they understand?...Maybe one of these graves has....their names on it.
I decide to go back to the castle... What else to do....I can through a party...I can...blow balloons. I pull out six differently colored balloons from my mane...
...
I poked a hoof at the blue one and came snout to snout.
"I won't be taking that from you!"
"..."
"W-why would you say that?!"
"..."
I stroked the yellow one passionately. "Thanks..."
"..."
"I know! Why would she?"
"..,.....?"
"Aw! You're just say'n that."
"!"
"NO. WAY?"
I turned my attention to the pink balloon.
"Is that true? Huh?!"
"..." Those few words from the orange balloon gave set my mind to rest.
"Your right. Lets go home..."
"friends..."
To Queen Pinkamena: Alright, I can see that the mentioning of these so called "Traitors" makes you unhappy, and we don't want that now do we? Although, seeing as we haven't seen any sign of any of the former deity's around Equestria (such as the princesses for example) I have to ask...what'd you do with Discord?
"Who's Discord? I know a Dhiscord, the "h" is silent. He's the head chairman of Cheery Pain!"
...
"I'm just glad he dealt with that traitor last night."
Pinkie that's a mirror, it shows your face....
Wow you have really gone insane
"I'm not talking to you..."
Octavia led me through the brush, still holding tightly to the giant cello case.
"Why are you taking that thing with you? It'll just get in the way."
"Shh."
"Ugh..."
"Vinyl! Seriously. Stop acting like a filly. We're almost there."
Octi pushed through another mess of branches, sending most of them whipping back at my face.
"Hey!"
"Oops! Sorry Vinyl."
We came upon a clearing that led to a large canyon. Across it was a not so stable bridge and past that, one of the most wicked castles I had ever seen. I started a trot in that direct when Octavia's gray hoof stopped me.
"Wait."
I put my ear to the air...
Grrr....
A shiver ran down my spine....Timber wolves.
My intentions of trotting became a full on gallop toward the castle.
"Come on Octi! We're almost-"
I turned over my shoulder and saw Octavia standing a few 10 hooves from the edge of the tree line.
"OCTAVIA!!!"
She didn't answer, didn't even look...She just, pulled out her cello and....waited.