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// 12:56 AM-Lower Left Hallway 
// Story: Survive the Night 
// by WRLB 
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Alright, stay calm, think happy thoughts, calm peaceful happy thoughts, thought Fluttershy as she walked down the long and cold hallway. She dreaded being alone in strange places. Earlier, she had been following Applejack, but Fluttershy had lost her a good long while ago. Other than the sound of a small “hummmm” and Fluttershy’s walking, the hallway was deadly quiet. 

Fluttershy was on edge. What if a monster appeared from behind the corner? What if a serial killer came behind her and sliced her neck open? The anxiety was killing her! There was only one goal that kept her moving. Find the exit! It was the only logical and reasonable thing Fluttershy could come up with. As she carefully treaded the hallway, she started thinking about Applejack and thought that maybe they could team up and find the exit together. But she thought of the daunting task of trying to find Applejack in such a horrid place like this. She didn’t have a clue where anything was, and she might as well have been blindfolded.

She stopped walking and curled into herself on the floor. It was hopeless. She was lost in a strange cold, dark place, with no pony to help or guide her, and no pony to say everything was going to be alright. She wanted to cry, but there were no tears to shed, and she couldn’t find her voice to whimper. 

I might as well be dead! She wanted to scream. Somepony kill me already! 

Then a couple of feet away, she noticed a yellowish-orange light. She imagined herself gasping. It was a sign of hope. A light in the darkness, one might say. She got up and raced towards the light. She was inches away from the light when she noticed it was coming from a window. 

She looked into it and saw a pudgy looking stallion with dark green skin and a dark brown mane sitting on a red velvet chair looking at glowing boxes on the wall. Fluttershy’s eyes widened when she noticed that the stallion was in uniform. Surely, he would know how to help her. Next to the window was an entrance into the room the stallion was in. With a little self-coaxing, Fluttershy drew in the courage to walk through. 

She wanted to say “Excuse me kind sir, can you help me?” 

But instead of words coming out of her mouth, a loud “ARNRNGNGNGNGNGNGNGN!” could be heard which startled both the stallion and herself. Fluttershy jumped backward and a metal slab came down, making the room inaccessible. The stallion eyed her through the window. His face looked pale, and from the looks of it, he was hyperventilating.

Fluttershy was distraught. She didn’t mean to scare the stallion; she just wanted some help. Ashamed of herself, she ran away in the opposite direction, crying deep down inside. She didn’t have any pony to rely on but herself now, and the mere realization of that fact made her anxiety even worse