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...What was the cause...
...of their pains...
...?...
"The last human to be on board is this mare?"
"I think so. The first grown-up to be on our trip too."
"Good job, Neon Bean. Let's give this one a special treat shall we? How about a separate cell?"
Who's talking? A girl?
I can't move or see anything. Am I blindfold?
...I'm definitely am. For some reason, I find myself lying sideway on some kind of wooden floor. My head hurts like hell and my body, no strength to mutter a muscle at the moment.
I take a long deep breath. The air feels surprisingly good, look like I'm not trapped in some rat pen. There must be an exit somewhere in here. My ears are catching a particular sound of something vibrating. Am I inside a truck?
A cloth is covering my vision, seeing nothing but eternal darkness. Something is in my mouth too, taste like crap. Don't know what that is but it does its job at keeping my mouth shut.
I try to get on my feet but find that I can't...My limbs has been bound, can't even feel the toes and fingers, blood circulation is tied up...This is bad.
Goddamn! Whoever did this, they got me good!
I manage to get myself into a sitting position, tapping my feet on the floor in an attempt to let the blood flow again. Not much success. They feel weird, as if my toes were cut off and my feet got a pair of iron shoes on. I'm getting the idea of hitting the floor with this those special hammers to free myself but quickly against it later. Never know what could be below me and if I was, how am I supposed to use my full force being stuck like a chicken like this?
I try to move my limb.
Hmm, I can't tell exactly what's tying me but it feels like a rope, not a zipline and certainly not a handcuff. Huh...Even if I found something sharp in here, I couldn't cut it without any fingers.
Normally it's my cue to freak out and think of the worst possible outcome that could happen to me but I'm more open to any escaping idea my head could come up with. Let's see...With my hands bound behind my back and my legs cannot support standing upstraight in this state, the best I could do is to jump around like a maniac hoping to bump into something and kill myself should I trip over.
Sliding on my ass then, hope the bump later didn't turn into...Why do I suddenly think of a tail?
My brain is signaling the nerve near my tailbone and something is slowly creeping around my bottom cheek, then to my back. I have a tail?!! What's happening to me?!!!
Okay, calm down...So I am now some kind of weird animals with no fingers or toes. I'm assuming what I'm wearing is not my clothes, but some kind of coat instead.
No, it's not okay to think about it. My head is slowly but surely functioning and registering me as a human name Hawk Kevan.
Monday, October 5th
As I try to move in this awkward way, I recall all of my previous memories.
I remember talking to my little brothers, James and Dan, the night before about the hallucination they had and their missing friends which led me to Big Moose Lake's secret passage to seek for what has caused every bad thing to happen after one sleepless night hearing the result from the red crossed center. Nothing serious, they just found faint traces of Fentanyl and Ether in my brothers' blood, both of which are usually used in sedation. However, their bodies rejected those substances completely for some unknown reason so there was no way for them to take an effect. Normally the only explaination would be common anaethetics resistance caused by habitual narcotics or alcohol use and I'm pretty sure they weren't joking around when the testing came out negative. Which was quite relieving to be honest, my brothers are teetotal and I'd hate to see some street punk getting in close with them.
No explaination of where they came from, no leads to go. James and Dan had to be monitored and I heard that they were going to move them into psychological department soon. It was fairly complicated and they were going to make a report if the result did not come out to be positive. Could only look forward to the recover should it came to that.
Needless to say, we didn't have anything plausible to make a request for the police or a search team. Tried though...Got laughed at right within an earshot across the 2nd call when I mentioned the word pony. And with my family left behind to take care of them, I rode to the place in hope for some answers and...in case the worst thing had happened, I might have at least found something belonged to Jake and Colin out there. Poor kids.
Never been a patient guy, I told myself that I mustn't leave until I got what I came to, even a tiny bit of anything unusual would get the cops on my side and then I'd finally be able to confirm the truth when the full investigating request was given...Or else, I'd have to accepted the fact that bronies had broke James and Dan which never in a million year would I do. It was safe to assume that I was beyond mentally hysterical at that point, dragging my sorry ass into the place knowing that I might not be able to return home.
Finding that cave was a bitch, had to dive underwater several times to find a way in, nearly have to give up halfway. How did my brothers and their friends find it so easily? Oh right, their dreams and the pony crap.
I took all my luck and fell, done daydreaming for a miracle to happen and then I found it. Fate smiled on me.. pitifully.
Take a leap of faith into a specific pond in a middle of nowhere. When submersed, most people would try to look for a way up but not for this one. Once your body hit the water, the contact triggers some kind of pressure to the core below, crack the maze of vines and slimes open long enough to see the special zone aka the muddy road leading to the end of my humanity. Even if you come bringing a knife, you might still be screwed unless you're fast enough. I was lucky I had my gears.
I rose and step onto the lost labyrinth where I'm sure there was an alternative entrance I could stick the 'Open Sesame' joke in there, there is no way James and Dan could get to that place without proper equipment. I tracked, traced and marked my way but found nothing resembling what I was searching for. Instead, fish bones and rat guts were plenty. Predators were only snakes and stray cats, good for them. It didn't take me long to find the tree they were talking about.
Twilight Sparkle home, the grand Golden Oak Library.
Where legends became stories, opened for seekers of knowledge and adventure.
Time moved on...
Birthplace of deformed mosses and morning mist.
Surrounded by roots of greenery and remains of the decay.
The truth within the heart.
How long has it been since the word "adventure" got ahold of me and never let go?
It left me the feeling of wonder and fear as I stood in awe before the creation I found myself unable to turn my eyes away. The damned thing probably had been going for quite a long time now, made a great dating spot for stray cats and fireflies...I couldn't believe my curiosity had prepared such a sight for me.
An ancient tree planting its place onto sets of stone, beneath an underwater cavern. The doors, the windows, the leaves,... despite going through states of decay they are still making me anxious. It was like seeing the most advanced CG in a cartoon, I was left dumbstruck and lured inside. Then something hit on my face before I could get near the door. Dunno if I even felt the ground when I lost my consciousness.
*Cack*
What is this?.. I try hitting it with my feet one more time.
*Cleng-Cleng*
Look like some kind of metal. Maybe I'll be able to see again if I can clasp this cloth onto it. My face has been feeling funny for quite a while now. I trace to the tip of the thing with my nose as I carefully put it between the fabric and try wiggling my head in a downward motion.
A horrific scene comes with a terrifying revelation.
Yep...I was right on the money about not having pants to wear anymore. Smoothly fair skin colored coat, kind of looking like an equine animal that looks nothing like horse in that damned cartoon.
G4 Pony Model, greatest thing since sliced bread.
James, Danny...Why did you do it? What lies could that alicorn possibly have to make you sell your bodies? Your own feelings? And for what price? Is this the reason you were scared of, letting me know?
"FFFfffffff-mmmmm!!" Well, crap. I realise that I still haven't figured out a way to get rid of the remain cloth, along with the fact that now a moaning female horse is me. What a thought...I really need to open my eyes before I come up with something awful.
And cursing fate is not gonna get me anywhere.
Now that my vision has half returned, I readjust my head to see what's saved my hide.
It's a handle or some sort of a round glassed windows, screwed into the wall. It's quite big and reachable with my limited height. I lean myself over to see the gleaming light of the moon that looks like a giant rice cake. Beneath are swarms of clouds and steams coming from the engine exhaust pipes. Am I inside an aircraft? Kind of similar to the airship from Final Fantasy with the wings and cruise-style windows. It's night time, I was out for too long.
I take a look down at my feet, or should I say, hooves. Yep, right again. It's a rope. The alluring light of the stupid moon fills me with hope as I recall that a certain earth pony could still bake cupcake without any finger. Kind of dumb to base real life to a girly cartoon show but what the hell? I'm not even sure if I'm actually on crack with whatver hit me back then.
Let's see if there is anything cute in here with me.
A dark and empty space with only a door, a lone windows and a bunch of crates in the corner, some of them labeled 'sweet cheese' in the front where I can see. Crates, huh? Maybe I could scratch some dust off this rope with their edges.
Then again maybe this windows here would be enough, I'm too tired to make my way there. I only need something sharp, and that thing sticking out is enough for a perfect surface. A metal is better than wood anyway.
I press the rope around my hands into position and start to grind. My smile could not wait to form if it were for the thing in my mouth as little bits of crumbs start to fall off.
Come on, you piece of crap! Get off me already!!
After a while, I can feel my hands loosen enough to untie them myself. Phew...It's so good to have my hands back in control. Now to figure out how to free the one on my feet.
I pull out the rag from my mouth, reeks of saliva and blood, must be when they threw me into this cell. It turns out I can still grab with those hooves, good stuffs. Why the front and not the back then?
Slowly, I use those joints to create whatever shaped hole on my hooves to do the bussiness with my last restraint, openning the road for my veins to go.
"Umu..." I let out a quiet whimper of pleasure when every blood vessel in my body start to pump again to my heartbeat. Can't put my face up and get used to this weirdly feminine and unfamiliar voice of this body but I'm more than ready and kicking. The only thing in my mind is to find the milksop who did this to me and see if he can get away from my fists this time.
This whole gender bending thing flipped my switch pretty bad. Getting turned into a walking spud would do that to everyone I guess, the only thing that saves my image is my hair colored is still remained the same, still has that distinguish potato flavor to it but I'll take those hash brown menu everyday. They will be always my choice to go with steak.
...It's only me and my belly in this together, no wonder I'm hungry as hell.
The windows is sealed shut. Not sure if I can break it down with these iron hooves. Peaking to the outside, there is lane for repairing to step into so this is one possible exit. I'll need a screwdriver or something similar if I don't want to make any noise.
On the other hand, there are crates, very easy to open. Made of hard wood too, enough to knock a few suckers down and make my escape if I want it to be as loud as possible. My stomach makes a grumbling sound when I sense the delicious smell of cheese fresh from the dairies gotten into my noses.
This must be a test of endurance. Locking me inside long enough to smell it, huh? What is this childish level of a torture?
I give up on the only door, it shuts and will stay like that for the rest of the journey, if I decided to cooperate with whatever plan the opposite side want me to be that is....There is nothing in this room I can use to loosen the windows. The sealing is made of hard metal and the glass is some high quality brand. No matter which path I choose, there would be one hell of a party.
Speaking of a party, if I'm being held here as a prisoner, should there be someone right beside me?
With that thought in mind, I begin my round of tapping the side walls. I make sure to tap 10 times each before switching again and again when pressing my pointy ears against them to check. If there was someone and they were in a situation like me, they'd slide around on their bottom too.
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...My hooves make quite a unique sound I admit.
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...Should I help myself to a slice of cheese? They look harmless enough.
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"Mmmm!MMM!!!"
Finally! Took your sweet time mate. Thanks for telling me that this room is not soundproof.