Dust.
Dust was all over the place. The furniture, walls, floor, and the air. It was hard to breathe, like a thick substance without a name. Applebloom felt like she was gonna pass out. She doesn't have any breathing problems, still it was difficult to breathe.
The lobby was a pentagon shaped with the two lines on top removed. The room had black walls and white tiled floors. A desk of the same shape is in the middle of the room. Near the two ends of the desk were gates. The right side were rotator gates while the left side was a just one big gate, it was glass and had a sign with a symbol that means handicap. The gate seperates the room into two. On the filly's side were two bench's on opposite side of the room. They were blue with cushions on them as the same color, there actually not far from being a couch. On the other side of the room was just filled with a couple of photos of past employees and participants, other than that they're two hallways on the picture side of the room.
"Wow," reacted the filly as she saw the benches.
Applebloom couldn't keep a straight face and laughed. The filly joined in. The lobby was filled with laughter in minutes.
"Why did you *giggle* started laughing *hic*" asked the filly.
"You sugarcube," started Applebloom as she took a deep breathe, "it just caught me off guard."
The filly giggled in response.
Applebloom galloped to the rotary gates and pushed them.*cling*. Locked.
"Oh umm the last time I was here me and my fends got the handicapped door unlocked," said the filly.
Applebloom approached the glass door and pulled back with a handle lower on the door for easy hooves access. The door opened with no problem. Applebloom looked back at the filly who was sitting on one of the benches. Applebloom smiled, the filly shrugged in response.
"Ya coming sugarcube," asked Applebloom?
"Uh huh," responded the filly.
Applebloom held the door open for the filly. She turned back around to notice all the things on the desk. The items included a quill and ink jar and papers that involved things such as bills, submitions into the center, and a wooden chair which was behind the desk. The thing that caught her attention the most was a peace of notebook paper.
"Hey uh hold on there," said Applebloom.
She approached the desk and raised up on the wooden chair. The filly saw the notebook paper too. The paper was recitently written on. Applebloom began reading. The note was written well and took time to perfect it.
Firestarter,
We checked out the recreation center and its clear. Were going to check out the gym next. We'll wait as long as we can but if you don't make it with in three days from when we met then I hope for the best. Our next stop is at the place we talked about.
Good luck my friend, Mint green.
"What does it say," asked the filly?
In response Applebloom handed the paper to the sugar cube.
"Wow," reacted the filly.
"Uh huh," agreed Applebloom.
"Think there still here?"
"In a likely case no sugarcube."
The two approached the hallways. Left or Right. They chose left. They checked door to door with no good result. The two made it to the last door down the hall. It was a dark wooden door with a metal handle. The last of the doors were rooms each one a particular sport.
Applebloom put her hoof. The door quickly flew opened. A feeling of fear rushed into Applebloom.
"Ahh,"
"Hey, what happened," asked the filly
"Its uh......its nothing," responded Applebloom
The two entered the room slowly. It was skockingly not a room for training of any sport. The room was filled with at least a dozen desks each organized and decorated in there own way, such as old pictures that were ruined through age and random bits and peaces.
Applebloom had a feeling of being sick. She wondered if the filly had the feeling. The room wasn't that off from just being normal. It had been untouched by the this sickness. No mess from any pony running or signs that it has been looted. Just a layer of dust. Maybe its that that gives this room such an unnerving feeling.
Applebloom was about to tap the filly's shoulder so they can leave but a glimmer caught her attention. She looked squinted at the darkness. What she saw scared her. A donkey was sitting in a a wooden chair behind one of the desks.
"Do you see that," asked Applebloom?
"..."
"Hey ya see that?" Applebloom looked back at the filly to see her perfectly still.
She was breathing a little but not much and other than that she was motionless. Like a little colt or filly that is trying there hardest to not get seen in a game of hide and seek, the part that creeped Applebloom out the most was her eyes. The Iris, the colored part, were big and made her pupils small. Like somepony staring into the sun.
"Hey, sugarcube," said Applebloom
Silence
"Hey ya alright," Applebloom tried again
Silence
Applebloom looked back at where the donkey was. He's still there. He stared at Applebloom directly in the eyes. They were both unmoving. Applebloom just realized she was holding her breathe and quietly exhaled and inhaled. He saw her breathed and changed his view to the desk in front of him.
"Um, howdy there?"
He didn't respond.
Applebloom's choices were quite slim. She didn't know what to do. She moved up to in front of
the desk. It was a hard to see who it was but features of a donkey could be seen. Applebloom dared her luck and moved around the desk. She was now standing side by side with this mysterious figure.
The donkey was unnormal. He had no fur or hair revealing paled skin. His eyes are brown and are blood shot. Applebloom followed his gaze to another notebook paper. Applebloom picked it up and read it. The note was hastily written unlike the last one.
I HATE YOU
I hate her so much. She seduce me so I'll let her in.
IT WORKED
What I didn't know was she was hiding a bite. Woke up to my leg being shredded.
I HATE HER
I HATE MYSELF
I H... ...
The rest of the note can not be read as the bottom part of it is soaked with blood.
Applebloom gasped in horror. The donkey changed his gaze again back at Applebloom. A grin grew across his face and it grew bigger. He had a demonic smile at this point and opened his mouth
"All shall perish before a blind evil," started the donkey, " we can't last as this is life's extinction, all breathes, bleeds, and dies. AAAGGHH!"
The donkey's mouth split opened and he screech. The sound was unbearable and hurt Appleblooms ears. She felt herself hurting all over and it felt like an eternity. In a second it was all quite. She felt tears rolling down her face. She opened her eyes to see nothing in front of her, just the desk and the wooden chair.
"Are you OK," said a familiar voice.
Applebloom got scared and turned around to see her filly companion.
"Applebloom?"
Applebloom had nothing to say.
"Applebloom?"
Applebloom wrapped her front hooves around the filly and hugged her. Applebloom just cryed into her shoulder. She didn't have a care in the world and the filly let her, hugging back.
"I'm sorry I-I-I-I just *snif*," Applebloom had a hard time talking.
"Shhh," responded the filly. "We all cry its who we are......just fillies."