Author note: Well, here we are again. Another chapter of another amateur fic. But that's beside the point. The point is that I wanted to tell you, as you may have noticed, this fic swap between 3rd person and 1rst person and also jumps back and forth in time between the breaks. Don't worry, it was just me experimenting to write in new ways, and from here onward I will not do that anymore. Someday I will have to go back and perhaps rewrite the first 2 chapters. Also, this chapter is kinda short with its 600 words, well, chapter 4 will be longer instead. On another note, I could use a couple of more pre-readers and/or editors. But that's enough of my ranting.
Enjoy your crappy amateur fic.
Travels in Limbo
Chapter Two: Time undone
Pinkie had reached Fluttershy's cottage carrying the unconscious Twilight. Not a moment to soon. There were not many minutes of daylight left. Not to mention how tired she had become from carrying her friend all the way here.
But was it really Fluttershy's? It looked wrong. Very wrong. everything but the door was boarded shut, just like that incident with ''New Fluttershy''. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down Pinkies spine.
But there were no time to worry about that right now She needed to take care of twilight.
Pinkie knocked on the door three times, and waited.
A minute passed and no response. Another three knocks, these did however not go un answered, as the door instead fell off its hinges and tumbled inwards.
After giving the door a confused glance she popped her head inside the frame, and yelled. "Hello!? Fluttershy are you here!? Is anypony here?!" A few moments passed without an answer.
Slowly she took a few hesitant steps over the door and called out once more. No reply came.
Pinkie looked around the living room. It was dirty and dusty. "What happened here. It sure wasn't this dirty here earlier." she mumbled.
Movement on her back reminded Pinkie of urgency of the situation. So she begun to carry the unconscious unicorn up the stairs. It was a tough climb even if the stairs where short. Once up she wiped some sweat of her forehead. "Twilight, you need to go on a diet."
The bedroom looked just as bad as the living room, minus the broken door. the last strands of evening light barely reached the insides of the room, making it slightly dark and very gloomy.
Still Pinkie located the large bed and shook the cover sending dust everywhere. once the dust had settled she gently lay unconscious Twilight on the bed. Pinkie then pulled the cover back over her friend. a sigh of relief escaped Pinkie's lips as she sat down in the big comfy chair. Before the pink pony knew it, she had fallen into sweet sugar coated sleep. A sleep filled with dreams about mountains of sweet, delicious, tongue meltingly tasty candy and some unicorn stallion named charlie.
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The very first rays of sunlight shone, marking the start of a new day. The early sun sent long shadows from everything. Inside one of these shadows stood an ominous figure eyeing the cottage with the broken door. It stood there for several minutes before running off in the direction of ponyville.
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Twilight Sparkle was cautiously moving down the squeaky stairs. Taking her time with each step. Once she had reached the bottom of the stairs she glanced around the room.
This was Fluttersy's cottage, but what had happened here. The sofa was overturned, the door had been broken down, everything was covered in dust and dirt and there were spider webs everywhere.
Twilight cringed when realization hit her. They had been missing for over five years, anything could have happened during that time. The question is just, what?
‘’This place is a mess.’’ The unicorn thought out loud while looking around the living room once more.
‘’Twilight! Your awake!’’ A voice chirped from the kitchen.
‘’Pinkie is that you?’’ Twilight returned.
‘’Well duh, Who did you think it was? The Batmare? Even if that would be so cool. Can you imagine speaking to the Batmare? I would throw her a huge party!’’
‘’So Pinkie what are you doing in here?’’ Twilight asked as she walked into the surprisingly clean kitchen.
‘’I’m making breakfast!’’