Not\e/worthy
Part of the PonyEarthVerse
By: YarnWeaver
Interlude: Believe
Someday - Sometime
Somewhere Cramped - Somepony Caught
Nothing.
Nothing happened.
I'd shouted at the top of my lungs, and...
Nobody heard me.
There was no help to be found.
None whatsoever.
I was truly alone here.
Alone...
I pressed myself up against the grated door to my cage and peered through it to try and see as much of the outside world as I could.
It wasn't much to look at.
Lighting in this room was limited to only a single fluorescent bulb hanging from a chain. I appeared to be on a raised shelf about three and a half feet above the cement floor.
Hmmm...
That's new.
I wasn't usually that good a judge of distance.
Now I won't say I'm afraid of heights, but I will however say I'm afraid of heights in combination with unstable footing or support. Completely different thing.
Now, what I mean to say is, whenever I looked down in the past, it always confused me for one simple reason: I couldn't ever tell how far away the ground was.
I had little to no visual depth perception.
I mean, I could see and discern shapes, and people, and things and...stuff, but I still found myself bumping into things on occasion. It was rare enough that I didn't really feel I needed glasses. Reading was just fine, and I didn't need that much practice before I could navigate a place correctly, but new places had a habit of...tripping me up from time to time.
Getting glasses prescribed did help matters, but it was a huge blow to my pride to find out that I actually needed them (to me, it was the one thing the rest of my family had to rely on that I didn't). One more thing that eluded me prior to this was the final nail in the coffin:
I couldn't ever see the images in those darn Magic Eye pictures!
You know the ones!
Those infuriating, jumbled-up messes of colors and little images of cartoon characters that were supposed to pop up into a 3D picture when you crossed your eyes and looked past the page it was on.
Yeah, those never worked for me. Not for a lack of trying, though. Never got anything more than a vague, flat outline.
Wait.
Where was I...?
Oh yeah. Depth Perception.
And me apparently having some now.
Moving on from the floor, I noticed a door on the wall to my left. It looked like it would open outward and to the right and had one of
those bar-handle doorknobs. Most likely locking from the outside seeing as I can't make out any sort of locking mechanism on this side.
And probably currently deadbolted, too; knowing my luck.
Well, maybe not luck, per se. I'm not that superstitious. All I know is that over the years, I've noticed that I tend to be a bit of a...eh...
...a "magnet for glitches".
At least that's what I call it.
It hardly ever failed: forms I filled out for college would get lost in the system, messages I left would get accidentally deleted, and just about anything to do with computers that was time-sensitive fell apart unless I repeatedly checked up on them.
If I were more suspicious, I'd probably think that there was something out there that really didn't want me to succeed.
At anything.
Anyways, I happened to notice that the ends of the screws that must've held the hinge to my cage's door secure.
Duh, of course, it's on the outside.
Hold on...
I lift up one of my...forehooves.
That's still gonna take some getting used to.
I tap the edge of one of my hooves with the tip of the other.
Maybe...
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4273906 A Double Yay!
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And you've earned 'em both. It may have been difficult to understand at first but it was a good read none the less
Jeez pone, never shout for help when you wake up inside a cage. Nobody puts you in a cage then leaves you within hearing range of a friendly police station. The best you could do is alert your captors, and if you're going to do that then there are a lot funner things to shout at the top of your lungs than "help". It's a good thing nobody heard that!
4280828 I think he'll remember that for next time. Thanks.