I looked around waiting room. Very bland, white walls, pictures of happy ponies and rainbows...
"This place is quite boring, isn't it Dusk?" I asked my friend. He was sitting in front of me, his pearly white, sharp toothed grin ever so clear on his pitch black fur.
"Yes, it is. Why are mental hospitals always so dull?"He chuckled as his body faded away and only his grin and blank white eyes remained. I heard a mare's voice from the left.
"Scarlet Crescent is it? My name is Doctor Redheart, I'll be your ...uh... handler. If you would just follo-" She paused and looked at my 'self-hugging' jacket. "Oh, uh...I'll be right back." She hurried away into a door behind the front desk. Not two seconds later she rolled out a wheelchair. She instructed me to sit in it, which I gladly did, since it was vastly more comfortable than waiting room chairs. I was taken to a metal door with a slide hatch about head level and another at hoof level. I assumed one was for talking and one was for sliding in meals. On it was the number 16. My handler opened the door, it was a padded room of course, just right for the lunatic like me.
"Miss Scarlet, this will be your room. I hope you find it comfortable." Doctor Redheart said as she helped me into the blank, white, room. It was in fact, very comfortable, maybe because all but a few feet of the floor was cushioned. I sat on my haunches and looked around. It was a small room, maybe 10 or so feet wide from both sides. A stack of two mattresses complete with pillows and a blanket sat in the far left corner, a poster of rainbows and happiness in the right. The door closed behind me and nothing but a small metal hatch was left in the now fully padded walls. I looked back to the bed, Dusk was lying in what most ponies would call a sexy pose. I thought nothing of it.
"So Scarlet, how's the new home?" I smiled and scooted my way over to the bed. I took a seat next to him and rested my head on his flank.
"It's quite lovely actually. It's no Palace but I can deal with it." Dusk poofed away into a cloud of black fog. I frowned. He always leaves whenever I want to have a conversation with someone! I hopped onto the bed and grumbled. Nothing to do in this bland room. I could try to smother myself with the pillows, maybe blunt force trauma from the floor padding?
I probably shouldn't be thinking like that, but, I should probably get some sleep, tomorrow feels like it'll be big. Maybe I'll even get a visitor! Hopefully Fluttershy comes along, I do miss her ever so much. I grinned as I climbed onto the pillows and closed my eyes.