//------------------------------// // Testing, testing, 1 2 3.. // Story: Weeping Human // by Ignis Consumens Est //------------------------------// When Twilight Sparkle, the purple unicorn, closes the door, she also lifts me up in her magic aura and brings me to the basement, which was a room with nothing but a few bookshelves. "Spike!" Twilight yells. "Can you watch it for a few minutes?" She asks as Spike runs down the basement. "Sure thing, Twi!" Spike eagerly accepts the request and watches me. Like a hawk. For the whole four hours, Spike the dragon keeps watching me. He doesn't go up for bathroom breaks, he doesn't go up for snacks, he doesn't even blink, I mean wow. That's way beyond creepy. I guess being cartoonish also helps. I think as I notice Spike's purple outline. On that four hours, I was randomly spewing out words. Even those that didn't make sense to me, or words long forgotten that I remember now due to that random spew. Being stared at for hours began making me feel claustrophobic once more, like the few years I had as a new statue. I didn't like this. I didn't need to like this. I shouldn't have tried to find out what that enormous source of dark magic was. Heaving a sigh, I play the word game again. Pi.. Pie.. Sigh.. Tie.. Lie.. Vie.. Die.. Tie.. Ma- Oh there's Twilight! Sure enough, Twilight Sparkle walks down the stairway, surprising Spike, who in turn turned around to look at Twilight Sparkle in surprise, who, also in turn, tripped down the stairway, bringing Spike along with her. A few seconds of freedom's given to me, and I embrace it and attempt to run for it. "Oh no you don't!" The muffled voice of Twilight Sparkle growls. Horn glowing, she grabs my stone foot, which makes me trip. Why the foot and not the body? I don't know. Maybe for comedic relief. Or revenge. Don't know, don't care. I trip just a few inches from the stairs, it's woods exterior mocking my attempt to escape. God-fucking-damn it! I hear a groan behind me and a certain unicorn grabbing me by her magic. She set me down in the same place she put me last time. "Hold this." She says, grabbing a mirror from.. where did it come from? Anyway, she grabbed it from her sides and makes my hand hold it, which was on my side bent the wrong way. She then proceeds to use magic to attempt to turn it. Well this isn't so.. OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT FUCKING HURT YOU FUCKING UNICORN YOU FUUUU What happened was this : Twilight was attempting to use magic to move my arm that was holding the mirror near me so that I could see my face. But she couldn't move it, so she added more force.. Added more force.. Added more force.. And then my arm broke off my body. And let me tell you, that pain was worse than death. At least death is painless right after, but in this case.. I can still feel it.. Back to the screaming and shouting.. PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK! I mentally scream as Twilight panics and tries to put the arm back by pushing it back. "It won't work!" Twilight screams. Meanwhile, Spike is upstairs cooking dinner. He happened to hear Twilight scream, so he immediately runs down the stairs. "Twilight! Twilight, what's wrong!" Spike asks, but quickly finds out when he finds my decapitated arm in her magic aura. For a few moments, everything was silent. "Uh." Spike chuckles nervously. "I'll get the duct tape." Spike's child footsteps echoed at the basement, given the fact that no one talks on, before or after Spike left. And then we scream. -- A few minutes of duct tape, glue, and magical attaching got me all patched up, but ugly for that matter. I had duct tape in my left shoulder, and a bunch of glue that spilled out of the part they reconnected. I look ugly. When Twilight fixed my arm, she didn't even try to redo what she did a while ago, instead, she left it at the same place. Twilight yawns. "I'm sleepy." Risking a glance over her shoulder, she sees her number one assistant, Spike, already curled up asleep at the floor. She smiles, seeing how cute it is. Taking this as an advantage, I tiptoe closer to her. Luckily, she didn't notice either because she's partially deaf or I'm really stealthy. I'd pick the former. "I'm going back to bed." Twilight yawns. She grabs Spike in her magic aura, making it comfortable for him and being careful not to wake him up. "I'm testing you first thing in the morning!" Oh god.. No testing.. Please.. Anyway, Twilight Sparkle turns her back and walks up to her room. Her hoofsteps grow fainter and fainter.. Gone. A slam is heard upstairs, and I assume that Sparky's already in her room. Growing excited, I tiptoe. The basement had stone floors, which made it hard to sneak because of the echoes. I reach the stairs and also tiptoe up. The house is dark. No candles are lit, and only snoring from above is heard. Looking around, I notice a few bookshelves with a lot of books and the door. The door! I run to the door, eager to escape, but someone foils my plan. As soon as I step near the door, a trapdoor above me opens up, revealing a mirror tied on a rope. She did all this in four hours? I call hax. At first, the mere thought of me freezing myself by looking at myself in the mirror has me laughing, my sides aching. But the red-light green-light took it's rules and applies it to me, as well. ... Can't move.. The me in the mirror is statue like. Doesn't move a muscle. Twilight did say she's gonna test me tomorrow morning. Maybe I could test her house too.