Acceptance

By Timefather64

(My Little Pony is own by Lauren Faust and Hasbro. The Oc here is own by me)

Chapter 1: The Line Begins To Blur

"Hehahahaha...it's so easy you know?" A male pony with a soft voice asked, sounding nervous. A soft dark chuckle was then heard along with the noises of stuff being moved. A gray stallion with a messy unkept black sweaty mane blocking his horn was in the corner of a small room with graffti printed all over the walls.

'Where is God?! The Voices won't shut up! Mom was right, nightmares do feel good! Daddy, the shadowy man is back again. MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE!' Was sprayed and written all over the dirty room. The pony was dirty to and his body was slender that looked like he had not ate anything in a very long time. By his side were multiple notebooks with scratched sketches of a large black ball. The pony was a unicorn with faded blue eyes, looking around frighten while he bored a grin upon his muzzle.

"They want everything, but I can't give them anything. What else do they want from me?" The pony muttered through his shaken breath. He looked at the wooden door ahead of him. He saw the carved numbers on the door and muttered. "01010101010101010101." He trembled and choked softly on his own air before regaining a steady breathing process. "The line...what line...what do they mean? What do they want from me?" He grumbled to himself before grabbing a notebook and a pencil. He held the pencil with his mouth and the notebook with his hooves and started drawing in a rapid scratching motion. He carved left, right, up, down, diagnol, and any possible way he could in order to get his drawing complete.

After a few minutes of sketching the pony dropped the notebook and spit out the pencil. He stared at his notebook for a good long ten seconds before smiling again. What he drew was another black large ball, but there was a small pony horribly drawn pointing at the ball with a smile on its face. He placed his hoof on the small pony and slowly started trembling. Tears started swelling up, slowly sliding out of his eyes, dripping onto the paper. "I can see...but I choose to not let them make me see what they want me to see, so what reason do I have to see for if there is absolutely nothing for me to see if I don't want them to make me see?"

When he gets up from the ground, he starts coughing. He slowly limped towards the door and opened it using a small bit of his magic that he had left. When he left the room, he entered into a long abandon hallway. The walls had trash scattered across the ground as there was peeled paint on the coming off of the walls. He started limping down the hall, struggling to stay up and alive, but it was very hard for him. He was weak, he had not alot of magic left in him, and he was completely paranoid to the fact he couldn't care less about his body. He just continued limping ahead. He couldn't stop, he had an objective of course. But that objective was unknown for even he didn't know why he was so determine in accomplishing it. The unknown are mysterious and he was too mysterious to even know he was competely broken down.

Soon, he reached the end of the hall and stared at a boarded up door. He planted his hooves on one of the 2x4 and started pulling it back, struggling to use the last bit of strength he had in him. He managed to pull one out and another but the last one caused him to collapse onto his rump. He felt completely dizzy and wanted to vomit but he managed to hold it back. He struggles getting up and tries again. It failed and he once again fell back. This time he landed on his back, groaning in pain. "The Voices..." He weakly got up. "They are back again...I can hear them." He groaned frightenly before leaping towards the boarded door. He slammed his right shoulder into the wood causing his bone's socket to pop. He yelled in pain falling to the ground, clutching tight onto the popped shoulder muscle.

He glanced up slowly grinning as he saw the snapped wood dangling seperately from one another in the air. He struggled getting up once again and coughed out blood, making him stumbled to the side. He then vomitted out black liquid and started sobbing falling into the puddle of his own essence. He rolled on his back looking at the ceiling, staring deep into the bright light.

"The light..." He lifted his working hoof up in the air, as if he could grasp the rays of light that came from the flickering lightbulb above him. He felt a sudden warmth touch his forehead suddenly. He looked up slowly and seen the outside. The world he wanted to enter into. The objective's homeworld. He rolled onto his stomach and started crawling towards the exit. He was getting closer, closer to the world of Lights. As he finally made it, he touched a invisble force of wall that prevented him from proceeding any further. He placed his hoof on it and looked at it curiously, spotting his own reflection.

He pressed his dirty hoof on the right side of his cheek and wiped the tear stains that were left on his face. He bit his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed. "I...can see you now. I can see how they trapped you in there just like they did to me in here. But it is okay, I will free you. I promise, I will be back. I swear, I will be back. I will save you, I will save us all." He said before getting up painfully. He leaned up and pressed his working hoof against the door, opening it. When he opened it, he limped out to the world of bright lights. When he walked forward, he fell back down, but he did not got back up. His eyes were shut close, his body went into a uncounscious state, and all that came out his mouth was the two known words on his mind.

"The Voices..."

-To Be Continue-