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This is great. I’m going to get a good grade in horsefic, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

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This story is a sequel to Hearts Beat


Octavia and Flash Sentry have a lot in common.

One of those things is failed relationships.

Another is the hotel hallway they're currently trapped in.


This fic is a midquel to Hearts Beat, taking place entirely within the chapter "Vulnerable". It is highly recommended that you read Hearts Beat up through "Vulnerable" before starting this fiction - it will contain spoilers for Hearts Beat. That said, this is technically a stand-alone story, so feel free to check it out if spoilers don't scare you away

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My attention has been entirely captured. I wish to read more.

I NEED MOOOOOOORRRREEEE!!!!!! :flutterrage:


Um...that is....please, if you don't mind :fluttershysad:

Honestly though, excellent story, well written, very attention grabbing with its description a and wording, highly mysterious, and all around very much entertaining. I can't wait to see more! Have a five mustache review!
:moustache::moustache::moustache::moustache::moustache:

This is amazing. I'm so here for this.

Lots of great simile here. Was not expecting the whole 'trapped in some sort of twisted nightmare hotel' angle, but I guess without it there'd be no story. Octavia would've just left to stew in numbness.

This is a fantastic story cover

*Clap hands and rubs them together rapidly*
Alright, a story related to Hearts Beat. Cannot wait to get into it!

This was really neat. Not sure how it happened, still, but the character interactions, tone, and message which resulted are all quite interesting.

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Thank you! I hope the rest of the fic delivers for you - it's definitely a bit of a weird one!

This is growing into a great character study of Octavia. And I thought I was bad at parties.

I did notice something off, though. I'm fairly sure this is supposed to be in Close Third from Octavia's perspective, but for a few sentences here and there, you jump into Flash's head. And you can certainly do that, it's just very lopsided, and thus reads weird.

That's a heck of a cutie mark story. It hurts to think of ponies being this, well, uncomfortably human. Also, I can't tell if this is a typo or not, 'cause it's so fitting:

Flash slurped up a spoonful of soul, and made a frankly carnal sound of delight.

This is a freaking horror story. That was making me nervous for a minute there, dang.

Dang it, I worked through those chapters a little too quickly. It felt like I still had so much more. Now I have to wait:raritydespair:

“How was the festival, Twilight?”
“Oh it was great! Me and my friends had a wonderful time. Vinyl and I bucked like for eight hours straight in our hotel room.”
“What about you, Octavia?”
“A bit of a bother. Got sucked into Silent Hill with Twilight’s ex, created by all the alicorn lesbian bucking going on. Sorry for missing the show, I was reliving my foalhood worst memories in a negative space wedge”

Heart’s Beat was a delightful bit of relationship romp, (with a rare pair to boot!) But I think your long-dark-teatime-of-the-soul fics like this one, like Threshold, like Haunting of the Boutique is where you really shine. You have a keen eye and craft for drama side of things, mingled with a taste of supernaturalness that is a very fun and sometimes surprisingly sweet combination.

It breaks my heart to see this fic unfinished though! Especially when all the updates came in May and then stopped. I hope you haven’t abandoned the idea. I really would love to see how this unlikely pair ends up. (I hope you weren’t put off by the tax on views that sort of happens to sequels. I really do hope you finish there are dozens of us who love this story, dozens!)

The below is written since you submitted an entry in the Comment Club round:

Thank you for writing! Here are some thoughts, scribed as they came.

* CH2:

Octavia was well-aware that it was stupid. This seemed to be something of an emergency, after all-

Amusing

* They seem a bit too fast to be willing to jump into bed together. But! I guess one can do whatever one wishes with fan fiction and I guess there are people like that when confronted with stressful situations. Also, based on chapter 5 I'm not sure you intended this jumping into bed thing to be intended in a prurient fashion. It *certainly* could be that I missed something and you were intending it jokingly upfront but if it was intended in a straightforward way, it read a little odd. I assume Octavia's acceptance of Flash even in a joking sense is what ultimately opened the door.

*

The pony in the portrait looked… well, in a word, snotty. Not the type of pony Octavia would normally wish to spend time with,

Bit of irony here!

*

"He doesn't like jazz," Octavia corrected.

Either this hall is lying or it is a hall of hidden secrets that are key to people/ponies' personalities and personhoods but which they are unable to express. I suspect the latter. Reading further bears this out.

*

"Says she can't read sheet music."

The Horror! The Horror!

*

“Yes. She’s my twin sister.”

Hmm... Maybe not. But, if so, this parallels the music teacher's journey. After reading a little farther... she is a sister!

* I wonder why ponies have the expression 'black sheep'?

*

take(s) work

And then... didn't work. This seems to be one of the themes here--sometimes ending in hypocrisy, sometimes ending by being overcome.

*

maybe the point isn't that everypony has flaws, but that everypony is ashamed of them?" he guessed. "Except Fiddlesticks."

The cool sister!

*

A hall of heroes, and not a single one without fault.
And yet, somehow, that didn’t make any of them unheroic.

- A good theme; I have considered addressing its nuances and contours myself.
- Specifically related to this piece... there appears to have been an encounter with a hall of heroes specifically resident in the minds of Flash and Octavia.

*

Fiddlesticks... whip out her viola

Not a fiddle? Maybe, though, she plays both, which would be fine.
https://www.stringvibe.com/fiddle-vs-violin-vs-viola/

*

"If there aren't any questions, I suppose I'll… get down."
Only crickets in response.
"Thank you very much, everypony," Octavia said.

A good scene. :twilightsmile:
I've seen permutations of this joke elsewhere (likely due to convergent ideas), however, the important thing is it is suitable for here and it is executed well! :twilightsmile:

* Minor: CH5: "school as a"
Should be: "school has a"

* This story seems a bit like a therapy session structurally: overcoming reticence, confronting the past, dealing with neuroses, challenging one to think beyond the self and circular/recursive practices... or A Christmas Carol (just considering touchstones).

* Best wishes with finishing the tale! (I assume you intend to since you nominated it for review).

Really do hope the idea hasn't been abandoned, I binge read the story and it's really been good so far!

Throughout the story, we're getting a really good look at Octavia's personality, character, and actions, which is amazing because you take the time to build character.

Some parts of the story did get me a chuckle, which, could be just me and my warped sense of humor.

What I really enjoy about the story, and it might be just me, is that there's a weirdness to the tale. Everytime I read through the chapters, there's a certain feeling to every word that is written and it's awesome so I'm here for that, mon ami.

Flash and Octavia are great to read, and I gotta say, this is some high tier writing, even if there's a few slip ups here and there. No one's perfect, though! It's a really nice story that I'd recommend to people.

But really, so far I've been enjoying the story pretty well. Looking forward to more installments soon! Really, I am. Please. 😅

Howdy, hi!

Read through it again, still loved every minute of it. Ugh, I just love your characterization of both Flash Sentry and Octavia in this, the kind of frat-boy persona mixed with the posh upper elite. They bounce off each other in the worst possible ways, but that's what makes it so enjoyable. They start off with almost negative chemistry, but after a short time, they start to understand and emphasize with each other thus both growing as ponies and learning to get the other.

Just everything down to the small details, how they all act, their reactions, the set up of the various rooms... it's all some of your most stellar work. I don't know why they are trapped in a looping hotel and frankly, I don't actually care because the character work here is absolutely amazing and I'm here for it.

Also, I'll be real this one is always going to be one of my favourites solely based on the fact that it was one of the key inspirations for writing Running Off the Rails. Flash Sentry and never-ending time/room loops of hell just go together like Eldritch horror and the folly of man.

Anyways, I love this, I hope you finish it, and I sincerely give all my thanks and sincere gratitude for you to have written this. Thank you for the read!

ooh, lovely little train metaphor here to hang this character background on. a great start!

Like she was nothing more than a particularly stubborn bottle of ketchup.

a very diner-centric metaphor, love it

In short, he was exactly the type of stallion Octavia couldn't stand.

yes, we all love our Flash Sentry!

More to the point, Octavia was certain that this painting had been on Vinyl’s floor, not hers.

ooh, first sign of something wrong

Octavia closed her eyes. Flash's breath washed over her like hot wind dredging up the smell of low tide.

I'm going to be seeing quite a bit of this fellow, she thought. Wouldn't want to get sick of his face so soon.

ah, bringing around that first bad impression to be reïnforced along with the dread of realization, great way to set up the spooky! excited to see where this goes

“Uh… right.” Flash cleared his throat, standing up a little straighter. “Allow me to escort you to your room, then. Ma’am.”

“Eugh…” Octavia could hardly manage an eye-roll as she turned and began her slow trek back to the elevator.

ah, amazing Flash interactions

“And… things happen,” Octavia said with a half-hearted shrug. “She’s a massively powerful alicorn with no idea how to control it."

makes sense for the even-keeled Octavia to be so blasé about this, coming from this magic world

But… well, quite frankly, the thought of interrupting Twilight and Vinyl's 'first I love you' sex made Octavia feel physically ill.

oof, my stomach with this line

“Why would our keycards suddenly work in one of these doors?” Octavia's annoyance was becoming more obvious by the minute.

given the tropes of magical environments, some ulterior motive by some sort of conscious entity, i'm sure!

“Has anypony ever told you that you’re, uh…” Flash rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking for the right word. “Difficult?”

Octavia scoffed. “I’m going to the end of the hall, and I’m going to sleep this off,” she said firmly. “By morning, everything will be back to normal. You'll see.”

ah, loving these initial interactions

For a moment, the pair looked ahead at the hallway as one might gaze out at the open ocean. Only the hallway did not swell with the tides, did not offer fresh air or sea spray, did not present any signs of life or the natural world at all-- unless you count the paintings of scenic and nonexistent locations, of course.

ooh, loving this paragraph! as well as the endless hallway, you've really captured that odd feel of being in that liminal space of an unfamiliar hotel hallway that just stretches on and on without end

"Don't turn on the lights!" Flash scolded, though he was also struggling to find his way in the dark. "There could be somepony staying in this room!"

Octavia's got the right idea here, unexplained spatial shenanigans means social norms are off the table

Only, this was the sort of old friend only stallions had. The kind that is abrasive and loud and likely makes very inappropriate jokes. The incredulous laughter which bubbled up from Flash’s hoarse throat made that clear.

ooh, another lovely paragraph, feels straight out of a novel

Flash didn't even slow down. "Doesn't matter. I don't like how much this place knows about me."

Which was a fair point, Octavia supposed.

yeah, it definitely adds to the bizarreness and dread

Flash shrugged. "I'm just saying. Maybe he liked jazz, but didn't wanna teach it."

"That's idiotic," Octavia said.

"Look. I dunno anything about music--"

"No surprises there."

ooh, loving how blunt this Octavia is! and i do wonder where this music teacher revelation fits in thematically

Though the question was incomplete, its implications hung in the gently rushing air.

i guess "hypocrisy that was suspected subconsciously" is what links these together, but they do seem to be jumping to conclusions about the veracity of statements next to unexplained magically appearing paintings, haha. though whatever is at work does know a spooky amount about their personal lives

"Tavi?"

"No nicknames," Octavia muttered, purely on instinct.

nice

At the same time, though… each one gave him an odd pang of guilt.

Not guilt. Betrayal, almost.

ah, loving this device! tapping into a desire to really know if the things we suspect about other people are true, good or bad. but we weren't meant to know everything about the people around us like that, and it's not good to be unable to live with that existential truth.

“Ugh.” Flash snorted softly. “I was just trying to be nice.”

ooh, loving how their personalities are grinding against each other here like two sheets of sandpaper

Fiddle had smirked easily. “Yeah. I mean, you know us: two black sheep, looking for somepony to help them feel normal.” She laughed, then. “It sounds kinda messed up when I say it like that, I guess.”

unexpected to have Fiddledust show up here, but very welcome! ah, what a perfectly drawn little flashback, contrasting herself with Octavia in so many ways, i love it

PIANISSIMO CODA

SABOTAGED A RIVAL MUSICIAN

your pony OC names are amazing, as are these portrait descriptions

Octavia wasn’t supposed to complain. Not about anything, but certainly not about her mother, and certainly not to a stranger.

aww, glad to see a point of connection between the two, at last

"Sounds like she went a little Tonya Gelding, too, huh?" Flash said, nodding at the portrait behind them.

topical!

Flash threw his head back in exasperation. "You were the one who said this was probably Twilight's nonsense!" he reminded Octavia. He leaned backwards on the bench, front hooves clutching the front edge. "Isn't that her thing? Lessons?"

Octavia clucked her tongue. "You give her far too much credit."

fun to see their initial positions reversed here, and yes, that is what i would think if i lived in this world!

"I didn't mean--" Octavia paused, took a deep breath, and steadied herself. "Fine. I think the portraits are showing us that everypony has flaws, and we shouldn't feel badly about ours."

Flash stuck his tongue out. "That's so boring."

"Well, maybe it's a very boring magical mishap!" Octavia spat back.

haha, a fun metacommentary on magical devices whose purpose is to teach the characters about life and themselves. make for great character study stories, though

Back in the hotel hallway.

Still on the fourth floor.

“Hm,” Flash said.

Octavia closed her eyes. “Indeed.”

quite. excited to see what the magic hotel has planned next!

"Let’s not leap to interpretations just yet,” Octavia said, holding up a hoof to shield herself from Flash’s unwanted opinions. “I’m still not keen on taking life advice from a hotel room.”

loving Octavia's genre savviness

And yet Flash Sentry sauntered on down the hall, unbothered.

Flash Sentry, who wore charm like a costume.

Flash Sentry, who worshipped his grade school friend like a god.

Flash Sentry, who--despite it all--thought there was nothing wrong with him at all.

Flash Sentry, who definitely sucked more than she did.

Definitely.

ah, love this sequence

"You have your own!"

"But you're using that one wrong!"

oof! that says a lot there

Flash gestured towards the fire in utter exasperation. "They're gonna know where in Equestria we are. So we can leave."

This gave Octavia pause.

Sensible.

Straightforward.

Challenging to argue.

and the genre savviness flips when it comes to having to possibly attend a party, very nice

“It was for her own good, Flash,” Octavia argued. “She was trying to make it as a musician. She wasn’t going to make it as anything acting like that.”

oof! this does make me want to read the fic this is a side story in, to see how Octavia seemed from the other side. i can imagine!

“Yep. And you’re living proof that they were wrong,” Flash said with a smirk. “You’re literally so uncool that there’s nowhere to go but up. I bet allergy meds would make you cooler than you are right now.”

nice, and also, relatable

“You mean… alcohol?” Flash asked.

it's a poison!

Just like that, the campgrounds were lit only as far as the bonfire could spread its warm glow. Only a dark fog lay beyond its wide dome, swallowing up trees and the front ends of wagons.

oof, magically enforced partying sounds like a nightmare. i guess i'm with Octavia here, as much as she needs to learn this friendship lesson!

She was the same, wasn't she? Frozen by the punch bowl. Stuck on the outer edge of everything.

Strangely enough, those early parties always had a dark dome closing in on her, too. Though perhaps not one that was quite so literal.

oh no, this is getting too relatable

And that was probably the moment that Octavia decided to have fun.

Out of spite.

Because, if she was being honest, being spiteful was how she got anything done at all.

oh no, this is getting too relatable

A party without the anxiety. Social niceties without the sweating and the panting. She could see why other ponies liked this stuff so much.

oh no, this is getting too relatable

The mistake was made. She was covered in mud and beer, having a brawl at a party. She had been chucked aside like a doll by a stallion who thought he held the secrets of the universe in his gigantic, empty skull. She was a little bit drunk and a lot confused, and she had officially made that everypony else’s problem.

ah, i never got to this stage at the parties i hated, maybe i missed some potential character growth there

“Guess you’ll have to wait a while longer on that drink of water,” Flash grumbled.

ah, i wonder what let them escape this one. Octavia letting loose? getting real about how Flash views her? i need to know because i am Octavia here

Octavia clenched and unclenched her teeth. “Well. First of all, I think it’s more like we opened the doors when we agreed to work together,” she said. “And we get sent to the hallway when one of us has an epiphany. Not necessarily you.”

yay, genre-savvy in-character analysis! feels like a good TV show

“Fine, not moronic. Just impossible,” Octavia interrupted. “I certainly love the idea of a magical, space-and-time-bending hotel that truly believes in the magic of friendship. Sounds not the least bit trite, of course,” she muttered, dripping with sarcasm.

aww, but that actually sounds fun!

Flash made a face. “It’s raining? In Canterlot?” He followed behind Octavia at a slow pace. “I thought they had clear weather scheduled for the festival.”

that reminds me that they never did figure out even where they were supposed to "be" in the previous room

The moment they were out of the door's swing--in fact, probably a moment sooner--the wind sucked it closed once again. Octavia couldn't quite puzzle out how that was possible, but it did nearly catch her tail as it slammed shut.

ah, a fun pony-specific worry

It was a surreal feeling. First of all, she was in somepony else’s home-- an entirely unfamiliar place filled with unfamiliar smells and sights and sounds and patterns. Even so, it was a vacation home. A home that was hardly lived in, and kept in pristine condition. There were no rushed patch jobs, no attempts to fix things on their own, no mismatched decorations filled with sentimental value. Everything was… well, ship-shape and in theme.

ooh, another liminal space, love these thematically fitting environments that you're using

Flash laughed at that. A real, genuine laugh.

That was rather nice, Octavia thought.

aww! he's growing on her

Flash made a little sound, something like a scoff or a laugh. Something that brushed off her relative kindness as an anomaly.

aww

The first shower after the longest day she’d had her whole life.

i am exhausted just thinking about this

Flash looked down at himself. He ran a hoof through the fur on his chest, as if it were entirely foreign to him, and watched as the dirt crumbled off and dropped down onto the carpet. “That’s a good point,” he said softly.

ah, what a contrast!

Octavia hardly even noticed the way the paint seemed to be peeling in here. The way the walls were hardly decorated, and the furniture was sparse. The way it didn’t seem to match the rest of the house at all.

that does seem quite ominous

“Flash, honey?” the first voice murmured.

knew it! well, excited to see where this goes

Octavia remembered the way her sister had clung to Mistress Marevolous. How, when her mother challenged her, she would scrunch up her face and bow her head low, like she was trying to summon that infernal lasso. As if enough anger and rebellion would make it appear.

i am adoring this character moment, how do you do this?

Flash stood up, quite slowly. He seemed more than a little confused and disoriented. Then, all of a sudden, the conclusion of the memory dawned on him, and he whipped his head around to look at his flank.

just an amazingly oof way for a cutie mark story to go. wow, the dramatic possibility you extracted from this fun little bit of worldbuilding from a children's TV show... i am in awe

. “What sort of work do you think you can get with a cutie mark like that?”

“Defense.” Stoic scoffed and shook his head. “Useless.”

well you are quite good at making me hate Flash's dad here.

She looked down at Flash as if her height meant nothing. As if she would gladly land before and speak face-to-face, muzzle-to-muzzle, as perfect equals.

got to get our role models where we can, and augh, i love this!

Twilight Sparkle. A simple, awkward, teenage unicorn with a tremor in her voice and a worried look in her eye.

aww yessssss

“I’m sure it’s, um… good,” Twilight said. “Just not really my cup of tea.”

She looked at Flash as she said this. Not at the book-- at Flash.

oof! it's funny, i feel like i've been in both Flash and Twilight's horseshoes here, though i guess with different people at least

Stoic grumbled something to himself, then picked up his book once more. “One day, you’ll thank me,” he muttered as a final thought, before once again burying himself in his novel.

everyone's the hero in their own story


sublime character work backed up by the wonderful use of fitting environmental details, as always! not to mention the depth i feel in both Flash and Octavia's biographies and interactions. it says a lot how much i'm able to see of myself in aspects of Twilight and Octavia here, though i wish i had more of their banter. the banter was also really good. definitely hope you get around to finishing this one, mush!

Great chapter. Hope they resolve things well and don’t somehow ruin this high point in their experience.

This literally is everything I was waiting for. Flash building a sandcastle in the middle of a heavy emotional moment is literally the dumbest and most Flash thing to do, and I love it.

Glad to see more of this story, and that last chapter was intense. I have a recent policy, that any story that tastefully and positively glorifies seeking help for psychological issues deserves a fav. It was definitely an odd route, but I think that qualities.

“I feel like a—like a mess!” Flash insisted. “I feel like I’ve spent my whole life doing crap because other ponies told me it’d be good for me, and I never learned how to be… me!”

Flash. Buddy. You can't be calling me out like this.

Seriously though, this chapter was fantastic. Really excited to see what comes next for these two!

Finally got around to reading this chapter. We got to grapple with Octavia's bitch of a mom, and then watch the pair help each other see that being a bit of a mess is OK.

They looked at one another. Not in fear, not even in confusion. In the mutual understanding that this chapter was about to come to a close

:raritydespair: “But…but… it only just started.”

.I'm so happy I get to finally bring you all this update! I'm hoping to keep the momentum up and finish out this fic in the next month or so (about 3 more chapters).

:pinkiehappy:

Ooh, interesting premise. Kinda like Groundhog day, but with a hallway instead of a day. Wonder if time repeats, too?

Hmm, not what I was expecting, but not in a bad way.

He landed with a thud. Judging by the howl of paint he made, the sound was likely had been the back of his skull hitting the raised metal numbers in the upper half of the door.

I didn't know paint howled. :trixieshiftright::rainbowlaugh:

It was almost funny.

Oh, it was funny.

"I like anything that isn't fermented," Octavia said, trotting to Flash's side.

Heathen.

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