“Would you mind blowing up a balloon for me, King Sombra?” the pink mare I knew as Pinkie Pie kindly asked with a curious tone to her voice.
“I can’t make a mare inside, can I?” I responded as I accepted the balloon, put it to my lips and exhaled.
The moment I was exhaling, I realised something was terribly wrong. With the exhaled air, I slowly slipped into the balloon as it was filling up with air. For a moment, I panicked. What happened just couldn’t happen.
Looking out through the pink rubber the balloon had been made out of, I could see what looks like myself, as he is continuing to exhale air into the balloon. Then he pinched the balloon and inhaled, before he continued to fill the balloon up, to what I thought would burst her balloon.
For a moment, I merely floated within the balloon, large as it had become already. I think it is about two feet across, which should be impossible, as if it wasn’t impossible to pull a balloon off of your flank, it was clear that this was a part of her mark.
Little by little, it occurred to me, just what she had pulled over my head. Asking me to blow up her balloon had merely been a trick in order to catch me, to pull me out of my own body. Only, then I saw something even more disturbing, part of me still is standing there, holding on to the balloon, then handing it back to her.
I could see her tying the string around the entrance to the balloon, where I had entered her balloon. She is tying the string to the wall, the string now attached to a handle of some kind, most likely intended for just this purpose.
Thrugh the semi transparent balloon, I could see a plaque with my name, “Prince Sombra” the Plaque simply reads, as I look at it.
For some reason, I can’t hear what they say outside of the balloon that now is my prison, my entire world. I can see what they are doing, as if pearing through a telescope. If I couldn’t hear them, they couldn’t hear me either.
Once I had managed to calm myself and collect my wits, I soon found other balloons hanging along the wall, to my right and left, even if I can’t see who is in them, if any. Maybe they were merely there to scare me, or some kind of demented party decorations? A chill crept up and down my spine as I pondered what she had just done and what it meant to me.
Then I had another, a second bout of panic, as it hit me, just how small the balloon is. How long would my air last? I had no idea, I had never been concerned with this kind of a problem and thus had no idea, just how long it would last or how much I needed to sustain myself. Maybe I should have, or maybe it was for the better, I did not know.
Once it dawned upon me, the air did not show any sign of growing stale, I could finally calm down a little, at least for a while. How long my composure would last me, this time, is up for the toss, since I had no idea what was to cross my mind next.
Of course it had to happen, my free body walked away, leaving me by the wall inside of the balloon he just inflated and left me where I am. Apparently, the pink mare her granted him a throne on her left side, by the looks of it.
I am the undesirable leftovers, the parts of him she had no use for, other than decoration and filling up a balloon for some other purposes I could not dream up. On the other hoof, I am the kinder, gentler part of the person known as King Sombra. Possibly the part least prone to partying and laughter as well. Even if I happen to be the more somber end of this stick.
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