> The Mansion > by mrmidnight > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Prologue > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two young boys were slowly moving up the hill towards the ominous mansion. The home looked rather disheveled as though it was close to falling apart at any moment. “So this is the place Button mash?” one of the young men muttered as they pulled themselves off the bike. His expression was filled with worry, as he looked back and forth. Button mash the other boy nodded as he kicked his kickstand off burying it into the gravel as he kept it into the air unlike the other one who laid it down to get all scratched up. “Yeah, Rumble this is the place. The Murder mansion, isn’t it fricken creepy isn’t it?” He chuckled his voice cracking between words. While they moved in a bit closer. It was a risk coming up here even at night, but with the strange disappearances that had been going on. There was a curfew but with it getting closer to Halloween, how could ether of them pass this up. It was so exciting. “So, why is it called the murder Mansion anyway? The place doesn’t even look all that impressive.” Rumble muttered as he was shaking taking deep breaths as he was trying to keep himself from looking as scared as he normally was. He remembered having to sneak out. His mother nearly catching him as she was up getting a drink. He actually thought he was going to scream when she nearly caught him. Just to go to a place. Hell he was imagining how he was going to get inside the house. If she caught him Rumble knew more than anything if that happened his butt would be redder than a tomato, on a hot summer’s afternoon. “Come on you don’t know! This place was owned by some guy, I think his name was Pharynx Changer. This guy was a real piece of work, at least what my dad said, apparently, he murdered his whole family for the insurance money. Making like Millions of dollars.” Button mash, the darker skin boy muttered as he raised his hands almost indicating how much money that would look. They jumped into the Bushes for a second as they imagined that a pair of car lights was driving right by. “That was close,” “I know, come on.” They muttered to each other, as they moved on, as they got to the steps of the house. Looking towards the patio, such a simple sight. As they took a deep breath. “How come they didn’t arrest him?” “He got away, what dad said, apparently they just didn’t have enough evidence, So they let him go, But others said he was crazy spewing out about how monsters killed his family and he only survived by mistake. He was free and kept the money. “ They walked up the stairs looking around in the windows hoping that they might be able to get a single peak inside, but with how the curtains were placed they saw nothing. “It’s not even the weirdest part, apparently he just rolled into town in the middle of the night building this mansion. People think that he was making this place so he could kill others, why they called it the murder mansion. That way he could keep getting away with it.” “How could he still get away with it. If no one wanted him around why not just kick him out of town?” “Money talks man, money talks. But no one was ever allowed up here why he was alive. So more stories just kept coming up, till he finally died.” “So how did he die, Rumble asked as he tapped the window a few times, and looked away. Never noticing that the window had pushed off to the side for even a second. Button mash reached over soon grabbing the handle and tried moving it. Only for him to realize it was locked. It was getting closer to them to give up and just move on maybe the back door, or a broken window. Curiosity was running wild, as they looked towards this strange, and mysterious house. They moved around even more some as he responded back, “It happened last year, yesh how is it you don’t know anything? Don’t you ever pay attention?” “Ok than if you no so much why don’t you tell me how he died,” he gave a light punch though Button mash rubbed his arm with such annoyance as she muttered back, “Fine, I don’t know ether, the old man never said much to me he just said that they found him in the front yard, dead as a doornail. Or something like that. It’s hard to tell. Suddenly they heard a loud creek coming from the door, as they jumped in the air looking over. Rumble nearly jumped out of his skin, as he exclaimed, “That door was locked!” “Well it doesn’t seem like it was, since it just opened!” The other boy responded shaking profusely, every instinct telling him he needed to run, get right out of there otherwise something was going to happen. Something that could end in tragedy. “C-Come on don’t be chicken, we wanted to go inside, beside imagine the views we’ll get from checking out this place.” His hands fumbled over as he was getting ready to pull his phone out. “I-I guess your right.” Rumble muttered as he was taking deep breaths. Not wanting to hyper ventilate. As he struggled to get his phone. “This is going to be so cool.” They looked around making sure that no one was watching them. The fear of getting caught was still on the table, but at this point the boy’s were willing to get caught, as they took a step inside the Murder Mansion. They took a step inside, their phones recording everything. The flashlight turned on as they looked around. The inside of the home was much nicer. The walls were white with paintings attached to them. But what were on those paintings it was hard to tell. They were covered with white sheets. It seemed silent, though as they walked into the front room, they heard something. Something small, like the Rattles of a rattlers. “Do you hear that?” Rumble asked as he took a heavy breath. “Yeah, um maybe we should get out of here, there might be snakes.” He chuckled some, though hearing it, made the young man want to piss himself, he was afraid of snakes, didn’t like them, never wanted to be around them. Those things freaked him the fuck out. “Get out.” A voice muttered from the other side of the room, as the boys took a step back, “W-W-hat!” Button mash, said as he was feeling his heart racing more, his voice stuttering as he tried fighting back a scream. “I SAID GET OUT!!” Suddenly the door on the otherside opened, and the rattling was getting louder, as a shadowy figure moved into view. It was large, very large. Such a large sight. The body was long as it seemed to be slithering closer, its body moving left and right, but it was quick. The creature was face to face to them. But the flashlight against the face it pointed into her eyes. It was a woman, though the boy’s could barely get any features, except she had big glowing yellow eyes. “GET OUT BEFORE I SWALLOW YOU!” She hissed, a fork tongue sticking out. One of the boy’s began pissing themselves, as they dropped their phones running from the house, screaming, loudly. Almost like young girls with how high their voices went as they went as far away from this place. As they got out of the house. The door slamming behind them. They would run home screaming the whole time, waking the entire neighborhood. But when they would try and tell them what happened No one believed them. Not a single word. > chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a long cold night, without an end to it in sight, near the backroads of America, there was a bar that was quite simple with a red flashing neon sign that read, ‘The Watering Hole.’ It was quaint, with a few cars out in the parking lot. Though it wasn’t as quiet, it was perfect for a man who went by the name Thorax Changer. Thorax Changer was sitting over on the far end of the bar’s counter, his head in a large map, with a beer in the other. His eyes focused, trying to find himself the best route towards a small town, known as Ponyville. Some offset town in Equestria, Fuck where is this stupid down? He though while taking another drink. He was wondering if there was a chance that this would even be worth pursuing. He sighed, knowing this might’ve been his only chance, an opportunity for something more. Thorax finished his beer, as he pushed it in front of him, finished- He was in for a long drive and didn’t want to overdo it. The last thing he needed was a DUI. The risk pushed him away, Now Thorax was not a lean man when you looked at him even while sitting down, and he was a beefy fall man, if he was standing up, you could see him standing around 6’3, weighing two-hundred, and twenty-five pounds, made of pure muscle. Short black hair, with hints of green, highlighted around in random spots. A small fuck you from his ex. Thorax was just waiting for it to all fade away. He pushed the map down, with a long groan rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was feeling so damn frustrated by this. “I swear if I didn’t need a new damn life, I wouldn’t bother.” He grunted even more. As he turned his neck, causing it to give a loud pop. It was such a relief as he began putting the map down. He had a slight understanding of where he was going. However, his mind was clouded with frustration. He couldn’t help but remember what had happened less than a week ago. --- The fact was Thorax was desperate he needed a fresh start, after losing his job, thanks too cut his career had decided that they didn’t need him even after five years of service. That had been a pain, and He hadn’t expected it would be the least of his problems the moment he returned home early, hoping that maybe something beautiful would happen. It ended up being a whole lot worst.- He pushed the thought out of his mind, something for him to deal for another day. Everything wasn’t working too well, but he managed to survive, as he ended up at a restaurant working for tips like a dancing monkey. There were days he wanted to go and drink away. That was when he came back to the much smaller apartment, all he could afford at the point, with tired eyes, and ready to just collapse on the couch in misery. He managed to discover something. A single letter, that was addressed to him. Written in dark black in and done with a professional, it was from Equestria. At first, Thorax didn’t think much about it. Figuring it was junk mail. He might’ve just tossed it off to the side. But something about it just seemed to call it. Such a letter that appeared to bring more curiosity. When he took it over to his couch and began reading it. Hello, Mr.Changer, we are here to inform you that one Pharynx Changer died over a year ago we apologize that it has taken us all this time. To contact you However, we had trouble looking for his next of kin, and the contents of his will stated it that you would receive everything he owns. We request that you come towards Equestria, Ponyville, within the next month so that you may receive your inheritance, of one home, and 2.5 Million dollars. As long as you follow specific circumstances that the will dictates. Sincerely Kelly Birdy. There was more to the letter legal jargon and many things going through, as he read over it. But in some cases, his eyes widened as he read the two things he inherited from This Pharynx Changer, Someone he was related to but how he didn’t know. A house, and 2.5 million… I- I have to call dad, maybe ask him who this guy is if he knows him oh-oh god! He was shocked, remembering how he wanted to scream into the air run around like a mad man. However, the only thing that stopped him from doing it was imagining how a jolly green giant like himself would look running around like a child. “Hey, keep it down!” A banging from above him and an old woman was screaming as she stomped. “Sorry, misses, Smith!” He screamed back before keeping himself quiet as he screamed into his hand. He didn’t want to anger the retiree. He remembered that the old woman was small, but she could still kick his ass with that cane of hers. He looked at the paper some and just began imagining how this was going to work. He soon decided that he needed to make a phone call. He reached over, grabbing his cellphone, quickly dialing the numbers as he called his old man. The phone began ringing. If his father wasn’t stuck on the toilet, like usual, he was sure that he’d have to call a little later. Dealing with that would be torturous, especially if there was even a chance that he was going to be rich. Thankfully though, it seemed his father wasn’t taking the browns off towards the Superbowl as he quickly answered after the fourth ring. “Hey Thorax, how they were hanging?” the gruff voice of a man, who had seen a lot, but lightened up with time. “Hey Dad, yeah their still hanging there, No worry Sandy didn’t take them away,” Thorax snarked some, “Yeah, head what happened from your mother, definitely sucks. So is there something you need? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” There was a concerning sense in his voice as he said those words, clearly worried for his son, Though Thorax would calm him down. “No worries, I just needed to ask you about someone really quick. “ “Sure, bud, who is it that you wanna know about?” His father chuckled some as he was putting his thinking cap on. “Do you know a Pharynx Changer?” There had been a moment of silence between the two, as his father didn’t make a sound, He couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more to it. With a long sigh, he muttered, “Yeah, I know him- I honestly hoped you never found out about him? He’s my brother.” “Wait, I have an uncle?” “Yeah, but I hadn’t talked to him for years, not since before you were born, I don’t talk about him often. Why did he contact you?” The worry in his voice almost warning him more about something about it though, Thorax pushed in, “No- no it’s not that, I got a letter that told me he died, and that everything was left to me.” There was a minute of silence as his father went silent, not a single sound, “Dad? Dad, are you ok?” “Um… Yeah, I just- I just didn’t know, but when did it happen?” “The letter said it was a year ago, and his will left me a house and some money. It’s a bit, and all, I just wanted to make sure it’s not a scam.” “I-It’s true, Pharynx wouldn’t do something like that, that’s for sure, he’s not the type, to do it, I think. It’s been a long time.” A slight sniff came from the old man. Making Thorax imagine his father was crying. Something he never imagined before. “Dad, do you want come with me, I’m sure they’ll hold a funeral, see him one last time, We could split some of this inheritance?” Thorax's voice was rather calm as he tried to make sure everything was ok. “No- No, you go, what I did to him, how I Abandoned him in his time of need… I don’t deserve it, and It’ll never be enough. You keep it. Just could you do me a favor if you go up?” “What's that,” His finger tapped the back of his phone as he listened carefully and holding onto those words. “Go to his grave since they probably buried him and tell him I’m sorry, Sorry I never believed him.” “Yeah, I think I can do that,” “I’ve got to go, but we’ll talk soon please. I need to be alone.” Before Thorax could do anything, his father hanged up the phone. Leaving Thorax standing right there for the longest time, as he would eventually put the phone down. His hand was reaching over to the paper, looking over it again. A number and two addresses one of them for the home, and the other for the lawyer's office, both at the same time, His head looked towards the clock. It wasn’t too late, maybe he could call quickly. He reached over, dialing the phone once more. --- That had been the simple part. Getting down here was more annoying though he was sure he could handle it. While he popped his neck some, he decided to call it for the night. Find a Hotel for a good night's sleep. Thorax was paying off his tab when a pair of drunkards came up to him, two good ol’ boy’s one wearing a red hat, and the other a beard that hid his neck away. “Something the matter?” Thorax asked a little confused as he tried moving around the two though they seemed to be blocking his way. “Yeah, we got a problem, you were looking at our girl.” He grunted more his hand shaking as he poked Thoraxs, chest. “Well, Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause any problems, I’m leaving.” He tried pushing it down, and He had a feeling these two were the kind who liked starting trouble when they had a few too many. He tried pushing them aside, figuring they might be a bit of a pushover. “Oh, you’ll be sorry, you mother fucker, no one looks at Iron Wills girl.” Iron Will reached over and threw a sucker punch aiming it right into Thorax's chin. Now, this was a hard punch. He caused Thorax to groan as his head turned to the right. His jaw hurt. His pal with the red hat laughed at that. “Fine, be it that way,” Thorax reached over and returned the punch. His arm was pulling back and slamming it squarely into his noise. Putting his back into it, as it sent Iron Will, off-balance falling onto his ass. His hand reached over grabbing his nose as he moaned, “Oh fuck, Billy, get him.” Billy would quickly respond as he grabbed ahold of a beer bottle from the counter trying to use it against his head, Though Thorax being slightly soberer reached over grabbing his wrist. His hand squeezed tightly till Billy felt his hand letting go of the bottle screaming in pain. Thorax would reach over, slamming him headfirst into the counter. The bartender sighed and muttered. “Will and Billy will never learn.” If Thorax had been tipping his hat he’d tip it to the bartender, She was a cute redhead, but did reach over grabbing a few bucks and handed it over. “Sorry,” Though she just waved it off, but not before taking the Tip. Thorax walked off, heading off towards his car. It was an old junker that he’d had since high school, over a hundred thousand miles, and probably would’ve been on its last legs. “Well let's get going Bessy, we’ve got a long way’s to go.” He laughed turning the ignition and began driving off, heading towards Equestria, It was time for a new beginning for a new life.