I cry for I don't know how long. It seemed like hours, or maybe days. I can't tell from down here. Or up here. Or in here. I can't tell where I am, what time it is, or why I'm here. All I've heard is static for so long. The speaker is here to annoy me. That's what I've decided it's for. The microphone is so that whoever pony is keeping me here wants to here my crying and suffering.
To pass that time, I just search for answers in my head. Think of all the reasons I might be down here. I offended somepony who has anger issues, and will keep me down here forever. I think. Or maybe there is some serial killer who wants to starve me to death. My mind finds millions and millions of answers, but all of them go to one thought, I'm going to die here.
I've tried everything to get out of this stupid chair making my but here. I screamed as loud as I could into the microphone, I tried to let the evil side of Pinkamena come out and somehow magically get me out, like she always does. I've tried pushing and pulling and sliding, and heck, I've tried doing some magical Pinkie thing that I don't even know why I have!
Eventually, I gave up. Nothing could be done. I'm stuck here, and the same sentence keeps repeating in my head. I'm going to die here. I'm never going to have a special somepony, I'm never going to have foals, or see any of my friends achieve anything like that either. I let my head back,(and thank god that this chair is comfortable!) and eventually fall asleep.
Princess Luna is faintly in front of me. She is blurry, and even though she is right next to me and yelling, I can't make out her words. I look closer and see tears streaming down her face. She is sad. What if she knows that I'm here? What if she's trying to tell me something about the place I'm in. Here body is slowly materializing, and I see sweat running down her face as well as tears. I here one thing that she is yelling. WAKE UP! I nod. She becomes quite tired and slowly fades away. Then I see cracks in my body, and all around me. I am doing as Luna says.
I gasp when I wake up. I look around, hoping to see myself in a bed at Sugar Cube Corner. To here the bell from downstairs ring, and to see light outside. All I get is a dark room. With a light above my head, a speaker, and a microphone. The static sound has stopped. I notice that I am all wet and cold. I see a blanket and wrap myself around in it. I start to shiver, realizing how cold I am. Then realize that I can use my hooves.
I look around me and see that I'm sitting on the floor, free of the chair. Why would they let me sit like this? I think for a moment. Then I know. It's so dark and probably is sealed all around me, so I can't really go anywhere. I look around again and find a tray.
Full of food.
Warm looking food.
Delicious looking food.
I scurry to the tray to find a hay burger with hay fries, oranges, juice and... wait, is that chocolate cake? I stare at it in awe for a second, before my stomach growls loudly. I look down at it and laugh. "Oh hush!" I say. I dig into the food given to me, not realizing how hungry I am. I sip most of my juice before eating the chocolate piece of cake in one bite. I fall backwards, finding a pillow under my head. What?
I immediately lift my head from the pillow. I study it, then think nothing of it. If I was given food and a blanket, a pillow might be there too. I lay down again and close my eyes. I'm still tired, I guess I had a short nap.
"Enjoying it, I see?" I jump up in fear of the voice. It's deep and low, but still familiar, as if it's artificially gone low. I look around to see somepony watching me. Coming out from darkness, but nothing happens. I wrap myself tighter in the blanket. Half nodding, half shaking from fear and cold. I hear a laugh. "Nothing to worry about, Pinkie Pie." I look at the speaker. So it's so they can talk to me. I grab my pillow and inch over to the microphone.
"P-p-please tell me why I'm here," I demand in weak voice, trying to look braver than I am. They laugh again.
"Well, I'll tell you to call me Owner. I know it sounds different but you can't know my real name. I want you to call me that because right now, I own you. Sorry if I sound cruel," Owner says. I stay silent. "And, to answer a big question you probably have, I want your 'Pinkie Sense'."