• Published 20th May 2019
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Nothing belongs here unless it's meant to be fixed, Twilight Sparkle.

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and backrooms

Author's Note:

You breathe and you breathe

Musk and dust and

Dust and musk

Something itches

Something crawls

A buzz

Your skull

A never ending buzz

Like cicadas

Crawling on the ceiling

Then the floor

Sizzling on hot metal grates

Your skull has been on for too long

Open your eyes

The world slides in through narrow slits

A narrow corridor

Urine colored carpets

Fluorescent bulbs

Bright and bright and buzzing

An air of stale gold

Faded

Stiff as hay

A fitting diet, don't you think, Twilight Sparkle?

You feel like choking

Move

On stiff legs

You stand

A flick of the tail

And you feel nothing

No wind

No breeze

No coolness or freshness whatsoever

Just the mildew

And the buzzing

Buzzing and bright and buzzing and bright and

It found you

Or maybe you found it

You exhale

There's a narrow partition up ahead

Where a yellowed wall meets a yellowed wall

You trot forward

The buzzing comes and goes

A slight flicker to the lights

Or maybe you imagined it

You reach the partition

You turn the corner

And

Musk and dust and

Dust and musk

Something itches

Something crawls

A buzz

It is your head, Twilight Sparkle

After all, you brought it here as well, didn't you?

You rub your temple, leaning against a wall

It's neither warm or cold

But lukewarm

The walls

The walls

Your head or the room?

Both are the same

Would you expect any more?

Would you deserve any more?

Maybe the next room will be different

How did you know there would be another?

Only one way to find out

You move forward

Four hooves tiredly shuffling

Padding

Trotting without echoes

The buzz follows