Never Alone
By Tiger Lily Luna
Warning: This fanfiction contains gore, blood, death, and other elements that may not be suitable for younger viewers. If the thought of a My Little Pony character dying or being injured does not appeal to you, please leave now.
Viewer's Discretion is Advised.
The tall walls of the castle loomed high overhead of anypony that would enter the castle. Though it had been there for many millennia, the crystals and jewels still sparkled with even the faintest of light. The floor made of rock and ancient carpet almost glistened, still without a single scratch after all these years. The pale light of day shone through the stained windows. And in this huge, crystallized castle, there was only one sound. One whisper throughout the entirety of it all, almost swept away by time.
That sound was hoofsteps. The hoofsteps of one, single mare. Her long, tricolored mane almost brushing the floor. Unlike the crystals that the castle consisted of, her mane shimmered with a new, different light. She spoke no words as her hooves tapped against the cold stone, sending a shiver up her spine that she didn't acknowledge. The dark purple eyes she had stared almost blankly ahead, with no care for anything except her destination.
As she walked, she passed a large, purple doll. "Hello, Spike." She said in a calm, almost friendly tone. The doll's green button eyes stared back at her for a moment, before she disappeared from its field of vision. She paid no further attention to it or anything else as she approached a large door. Unlike the rest of the castle, the door appeared to be dingy and old, as if abandoned after all this time.
She blinked once, and her horn lit up a magnificent pink aura. In an instant, a loud creak could be heard. She took a single step back as the door opened by itself. Without a word, she lit her horn with an illumination spell and trotted down, the doors closing behind her. The steps were made of wood, rotting and smelling of outdoorsy moss and fungi. They bent slightly with her every step, and she made a mental note to repair them later. Finally, she had reached the bottom. Ahead lay several other doors, but these, like the door behind her, were different. They were not dingy, or rotted, or splintered. The doors were not stained, or broken, or faded. They were so polished and clean they almost glowed the magnificent gold they were made of. Apart from this, each bore several gems taking the shape of a symbol.
It was at that moment that the alicorn spoke again. "I feel like having a party. Don't you?" She asked, turning to face one of the doors. The door's symbol was three balloons. She looked to a small table next to it. On the table lay a music box. It was colored with vivid pinks, blues, and green. The lavender pony levitated the box up and opened the door while slowly winding the box. A small sound came out as she entered the room. Bright, fun filled colors and decor dotted the walls. Streamers hanging from the ceiling. Deflated balloons lining the floor. With a swift and simple effort, the balloons were reinflated and the pony stepped slowly over building blocks, board games, and a rubber chicken found on the floor.
She reached her destination at the end of the room, another doll. Light pink with a mane like cotton candy, sewn so delicately and realistically that to say it really was a doll would be unimaginable- if not for the sky blue buttons for eyes, and the sewn on smile (she) bore. The music box was rewound and set onto the floor close behind her. "Wake up, Pinkie. It's time to play!" The alicorn said enthusiastically, her horn's aura beginning to glow with black and yellow. A twisting, almost reptilian tendril made its way from her horn and into the doll. With a grin, she released the magic and watched it unfold. The tendrils twisted into and around the doll, and then seemed to pull something out. Seconds later, a life sized pony lay before her. Her mane and tail matched the doll's perfectly in color, save for small patches of red staining her fur. However, the mane and tail of the earth pony were straight and droopy.
She gasped for air, taking a moment to pull air into her lungs before looking up at the alicorn. Her eyes dilated in horror as she saw who it was. Her high pitched voice let out a plea for mercy. "Twilight!" She gasped. "Please, don't do this anymo-o-o-ore!" She broke out in sobs. The lavender pony gave her a sympathetic look, almost crouching so she could reach the mare's height. Twilight ran a hoof through the tangled pink mane, its owner gasping and holding her breath. "Oh, Pinkie.. Why won't you understand..? I'm doing this for us, remember? Our friends, Pinkie." Their eyes met, one staring with terror and the other a calm gaze. There was a long pause. Finally, it was Twilight that interrupted the silence. "Come sit. Your mane needs poofing." The sympathetic look faded.
She sat in a rocking chair, pulling a small pillow in front of it and patting the pillow for Pinkie to sit on. Sighing with droopy ears, Pinkie sulked over to Twilight and did as she was told.
