With Trixie, and Swift Ace, having "completed" their scenarios, PAM looked around the room, at the three other little ponies who were left. PAM knew he could always choose his favorite pony, Pinkamena. Or perhaps he could choose Shining Armor, and how every moment of crushing him, with the guilt he feels for his wife, Cadence. However, perhaps it was because PAM felt like he didn't torture Prince Blueblood enough. Perhaps it was it turn to go...


PAM used his spotlight and shined over Prince Blueblood.

"Oh what indignity is this? To be tortured by this bright light?" Prince Blueblood said as the light blinded his eyes.

As the last two were converted into binary, so too was Blueblood, and transported to a place only PAM knew the whereabouts.

"Hey" PAM began talking sarcastically to Blueblood. "You're.. my favorite, princy. I mean it. I really can't stand all the rest of these commoner ponies. Every one of them has a glitch in personality. Whiners, freaks, crips, cowards... every one of them. But not you, Blueblood.. No. Not you, Prince Blueblood!" PAM said with a laugh.

"You were, a stand up kind of pony. You were a brave pony. Yes! A take-charge kind! So i'm going to give you, just you.. you're going to like this... I'm going to send you to the room of Dark. If you can solve the puzzle of the Room of Dark... you're home free. You're out. You're away."


As PAM finished talking, Prince Blueblood found himself standing in front of an old castle, sort of like the one in Canterlot, and the others throughout Canterlot.

"Well, I know I've made you paranoid, Blueblood. I know you're scared. But I'm your friend. A hundred and nine years. I'm your best friend. So overcome your fear. Enter the Castle, and you can solve its mystery." PAM said with a laugh, before finally leaving Prince Blueblood.

Prince Blueblood looked up at the forboding castle and back at the dark forest. There wasn't any telling of what awaited him in the castle. But it frightened Blueblood even more to think about what was waiting for him to enter the forest.

"Wat sort of intrigue is PAM plotting this time?" Prince Blueblood said to himself as he look towards the castle. "PAM left me here alone, but still, I feel as though I'm being watched."

After sometime of comparing which would mean certain death for him, Prince Blueblood finally collected his wits, and entered the castle.

"Ah, this is so typical of the castles that I'm used to. A beautiful facade disguising ordinary stone. I guess appearance is everything." Blueblood said as he looked around the castle's entryway.

Prince Blueblood continued looking around the castle, and saw several doors along the wall. Guessing he might as well enter one them, Prince Blueblood, slowly opened a door. The door creaked rather loudly as Blueblood slowly entered, as if he was half expecting an assailant on the otherside. PAM loved to play those kinds of pranks on Blueblood. The last time he had to choose between several doors, Blueblood chose wrong, and he was viciously mauled by a tiger from the otherside of that particular door for it. Yet PAM intervened before Blueblood died from blood loss. Of course Blueblood still felt the teeth from the tiger for weeks after that particualr incident.

As surprised as he was for it, Blueblood realized that there was nothing waiting for him on the otherside (well certainly by no means a tiger), but rather a luxurious bedroom. There was a fancy Persian rug draped on the floor. By the walls, a desk with bottles of fine perfume. Noticing a bed in the center of the room, Blueblood saw that it was occupied by a pony.

"Why, it's Trixie!" Blueblood said to himself as he saw Trixie sleeping softly in the bed. "Did PAM tell her I loved her, Even though she was a commoner pony? Was that the secret?"

"Oh... Bleblood! I feel so tired... so weak." Trixie said slowly, as if she was afflicted with something.

"Did PAM do this to you Trixie?" Blueblood asked

"Yes. Maybe. I can't tell. They whisper in my ear and this bed is so soft."

"Trixie, can you walk?"

"No, I'm too weak. I haven't been able to get out of this bed in ages."

"Do you know if there's a way to escape from this place, Trixie?"

"I searched... the castle grounds before I fell ill. There's no escape for me... but death."

"No! I won't let you die Trixie!" Blueblood exclaimed.

"I can't take this suffering anymore, Blueblood. The things i've suffered. Help me to die with dignity. Don't let anyone violate me again, not even in death."

"No I won't you go! I need you, we need you!"

"If you really care for me, Blueblood, bring me my mirror."

"Why do you want a mirror?"

"My step mother has become jealous of me ever since she's become ugly. She had something to do with my illness... I know it! But she doesn't dare come near me while I have the mirror."

"Then where is your mirror?"

"It's on my dressing table. Bring it to me."

Trixie pointed towards a table with the bottles of perfume and other products. Prince Blueblood searched for a few moments, through some jewelry, through some perfume, but there was no mirror.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't find a mirror."

"You have to find it, Blueblood! That mirror is only thing keeping my step mother away, and it's the only thing that can finally end my suffering."


Prince Blueblood left the room, to allow Trixie to go back to sleep. While under normal circumstances, Blueblood would have never allowed himself to love a common pony, so much as a street performer. However, all of the other mares of Equestria died when PAM took over. Now in a world with only two mares left (one of them being a psychotic killer while the other is an arrogant yet sometimes hysterical pony), one can't truly get that picky after one hundred years.

Inside another room, Blueblood saw that he was in yet another bedroom. However, this one was uninviting and cold, as if evil was in the room, surrounding everything. Under the bed, Blueblood could feel a cold draft blowing from under the bed, almost like from a open grave.

Near the bed, there were shards of broken glass, pieces from a mirror. As Blueblood, bent over to pick a piece up, the sharp edge, cut into Blueblood. Drawing blood over the piece.

"Ouch! I cut myself. Now my precious blood is all over the place!" Blueblood exclaimed

Turning around to get a better look of the room. Blueblood noticed a series of books on a shelf. One of which caught his eye.

"This book mentions something about a demon named "Surgat: Opener of locks". Supposedly he can open anything." Blueblood said looking through the book.

Finally deciding he'd enough of this evil bedroom, Blueblood put the book back on the shelf, and made his way quickly out of the room. Blueblood didn't stop running, until he found himself in a kitchen.

"A kitchen? This is the place where servants do all the work." Blueblood said to himself as he looked around.

Then, Blueblood noticed a rather lovely mare chopping up some green vegetables.

"Aside from the dishpan hands and wrinkles, this scullery maid has quite a fine body. I certainly wouldn't mind getting into bed with her." Blueblood said to himself as he looked over the mare that was busy preparing a meal for the lord of the castle nad his family.

Blueblood approached the maid slowly and asked. "Excuse me miss, but do ou work here?"

The mare just looked at him as if he had rabbit ears growing out of his head. "Well of course I work here. Why else would I be cutting up this cabbage?" Then the mare noticed the features on Blueblood.

"Say... you're a handsome colt! There are many stallions left in these parts." The young mare said

"What happened to Trixie?" Blueblood asked

"Lady Trixie? She's been ill, and that's all I need to know. It's not healthy to ask too many questions these days. Let's talk about you instead." the maid mare responded.

"Is there a way to escape from this castle?"

"Escape? With all those timber wolves roaming in the forest? It's safer to stay in the castle. The beds are warm and very cozy. You should try mine sometime." The maid mare said smiling towards Blueblood.

"But where is Trixie's stepmother? I must speak with her!"

"A word to the wise. Keep your nose out of the old mare's business unless you want it covered with warts. And I wouldn't want to see any harm come to that gorgeous face of yours." The maid mare said

"Well, where can I find a mirror?" Blueblood asked.

"What do you want with a mirror? Those are pretty rare, with an ugly mare in charge of the castle."

"Please, I need to find a mirror."

"And you're just what I need. I'll make a deal with you. I will tell you where you can find a mirror if you spend some... quality time with me in my bed."

It had indeed been a long time since Blueblood had any sort of.. physical relations with a mare. The last time it had been attempted, Trixie went into hysterics and started hitting Blueblood, bucking him and eventually bit him. Of course the kick to Blueblood's groin wasn't very pleasant either. But Trixie did apolegize after... about a few months later of course. Even if they were successful, PAM's giggling made everything about it uncomfortable. There was no way in Equestria that Blueblood was going to approach Pinkamena for it. Lest he end with with a knife in his gut, and his organs cut up. But now, there was this lovely mare who was asking Blueblood to join her in her sheets. Unfortunately for her, Blueblood's heart belonged to a different mare.

"That's a flattering offer, but.. I'm not interested." Blueblood said.

"I'll give you what you need. Hasn't it been too long for you?"

"Sorry, but it's out of the question."

"What's the matter then? Aren't I good enough for you? Not classy enough? Not rich enough?"

"I'm sure you're a fine mare, but my heart belongs to another."

"So... you're in love with that thing sleeping in her bed? Have you ever been with one, or are you just curious? I can make you so much happier, I can, and you know it."

"Look, I am not going to make love with you!" Blueblood exclaimed

"Oh so you were trying to use me then, you snobby bastard! I'll bet you've used lots of mares with your smug charm. You're nothing but a phony!"

"Please, I need to find a mirror!"

"Well... alright. Listen, the old mare knows where the mirror is, but she's afraid of it. She obviously can't get it herself, or she would have destroyed it by now."

"Where can I find the .. old mare?"

"Don't worry, she'll find you."

Confused, or perhaps frightened by what the mare told him, Prince Blueblood, backed out of the kitchen and back into the main hall of the castle. As he walked into the main hall, he heard two voices in a seperate wing of the castle, talking about Trixie.

"Is Lady Trixie prepared?"

"As ready as she will ever be. The spell keeps her body weak, but she will remain concious. "

"We must wait, for a prince. With his help, we can open the gate to the other world."

Realizing that these two were planning on harming Trixie, Prince Blueblood ran back into Trixie's room to warn her. When he got there, a poof of smoke appeared, and there was another stallion standing next to Trixie. The pony had horns on his head, and a spiked tail. The look on his face was as if he was waiting for Trixie to hurry up and die.

"Who are you?" Blueblood asked

"Why I'm the devil himself! Why else would I have this pointed tail, or a pair of horns ticking out of my head?"

"What do you want?"

"Trixie's soul! That's a valuable commodity in Tartarus. And since it's one of the five last souls available, I've come to claim it myself in person!"

"Please go away!" Blueblood pleaded

"Try and understand my position. If I step out and your friend croaks, that angel will take the goods off to heaven."

"Blueblood, please tell me you've found my mirror!" Trixie intterupted

"I can't let you die! The devil is waiting to take your soul!"

"Blueblood, my soul was taken long, long ago. And not just by PAM. Anything would be better than this never ending torture."

"Who is this witch who lives here with you?"

"She's... my stepmother. When the ugliness infected her, she broke just about every mirror in the castle."

"Go back to sleep Trixie."

"Yes... that is what I need."


Now that Trixie was back to sleep (not that the devil standing next to her made it any easier), Blueblood went out to find this old witch to put an end to her spell over Trixie.

Blueblood continued searching the castle, and came across a demonic chapel. The chapel looked like it was never devoted to Princess Celestia (while she was still alive). Alongside the wall, was a series of stairs that was going up. Seeing as there was no alternative, Prince Blueblood decided to brave the unknown, and march up the stairs.

The stairs led Blueblood to a fairly small room. It was dark, except for several candles on the floor, giving light to a pentagram with strange markings along the floor. Standing next to the pentagram was an old mare chanting in a strange language, as well as making strange incantations.

"It's the witch!" Blueblood said to himself.

"What have you done to Trixie, you old witch!" Prince Blueblood demanded

"Ah, our 'prince' has finally arrived." The old mare said "Now we can finally begin the ritual."

"Why did you hesitate when calling me prince?"

"Well that's what you'd want others to believe. But I know your background. Coming from a family of tenant farmers. How you managed to fool even Princess Celestia when she was alive into thinking you were the real 'Prince Blueblood' who died many years before, even I'll never know"

Blueblood was shocked. No one had ever confronted him with precise background information on him. While there had been some stallions who confronted him about it, Blueblood would always find a way to weasel out of it.

"What do you want with me?" Blueblood said.

"You like calling yourself a prince, and that is all I need. Somepony to gain Trixie's trust, to break down her defenses. It's a part you've played many times before." The old mare said

"What sacrifice did you mention?"

"A sacrifice. A trade. Trixie's life in exchange for safe passage through the gate."

"A gate? What's this about a gate?" Blueblood asked, his interest peaked

"The gate is a passage into the surface world. It is the only way to escape from this place."

"Then what is my role in this ritual?" Blueblood asked

"I want you to get Trixie's mirror. She has been using it to keep me away from her. I want you to break it so that I can complete what I have started." The old mare said

"So.. You just want me to break the mirror?"

"It is not that simple. The mirror holds great power. It can only be broken within the magic circle."

"But why can't you destroy the mirror yourself?"

"I am aging rapidly, and despite my powers, I am a slave to vanity. I can't bring myself to look into the mirror."

"What's in it for me, if I help you?" Blueblood asked the witch

"An opportunity to escape PAM's tortures forever."

"I.. I ought to kill you instead for what you've done to Trixie!"

"Oh? Do we fancy ourselves an avenging knight? My magic is more powerful than any force you can muster! Be gone!"

Realizing that the old mare could strike him down with powerful magic, Blueblood hurried out of the room. Deciding that he had to check on Trixie, Blueblood traveled along the corridors, and back to Trixie's room. Before he got there, there was a random book lying in the hall way.

"This must be the book from where the witch got the spell to cast on Trixie. 'Kalla Ingma Thacko'" Bleblood said to himself, looking over the book.

Determined to avenge Trixie, Blueblood turned around and marched back up the stairs and back into the witch's domain.

"I know all about the sleeping spell you cast on Trixie. And I'm prepared to cast it on you!" Blueblood said

"Foolish mortal! You don't have the ability to use the spell properly!" The old witch hissed

"Oh? Don't I? Kalla Ingma Thacko!" Blueblood said as his horn lit up with a beam of light which landed on the old mare.

"Oh... I suddenly feel so... so sleepy." The old witch said before falling asleep.

As the old witch fell asleep, a piece of chalk fell from her and rolled towards Blueblood, who promptly picked it up. Guessing as he had no clue what to do from that point, Blueblood used the chalk to complete the circle.

A gush of dark smoke poofed the center of the circle, a tall bipedal creature standing in the middle suddenly appeared.

"Why'd you have to finish the circle?! Now I'm stuck here... until we work out a trade of course." The demon said.

"Who are you?"

"I am Surgat, opener of locks. PAM and I are brothers, more or less."

"Are you saying ythat you're another PAM?"

"It would be more accurate to say that I am a part of him... a part that he doesn't know exsists." Surgat replied

"What … kinds of locks can you open?" Blueblood asked the demonic creature.

"I can open anything! Doors to a castle, doors to another world!"

"What was this about a trade?"

"I can only return to my sphere of origin only... if we complete a trade. I will unlock something for you... if you give me something in return of course."

"Can.. you unlock the gate into the surface world?" Blueblood asked.

"Now... that's a mighty tall order, and the only thing you've got... is a little love. Not exactly true love, but the closest thing to it in a world of only five real ponies, more or less."

"You say that love has trading value?"

"Love is a very rare and precious commodity down here. It is worth much at the bargaining table. Betray your love for Trixie, give me her soul, and i'll open the gate to the surface world."

"How about.. taking the witch's soul instead?" Blueblood asked

"NO!" The demon roared. "I don't want that old hag! I want something that you value!"

"Can you unlock the maid's bedroom door?"

"Ordinarily... that would be easy... but this planar travel has sapped my energy. Give me some of your juicy blood, to revitalize me and I'll perform your little parlor trick."

Blueblood remembered that he had a piece of a broken mirror with him. Perhaps after cutting him, there was still a little bit of blood remaining on the piece of glass. So, Blueblood handed the piece of glass to Surgat, who licked it of every drop of blood.

"Ah, I feel as if my energy.. has been renewed. Now... what were you saying, pony? Ah yes... the maid's bedroom door. It is done."

"I don't believe you can unlock a door from here!" Blueblood exclaimed.

"Then whay don't you go and see for yourself."

before deciding to go and see whether or not Surgat had really unlocked the door, Blueblood went back to Trixie's room to check on her. When Blueblood got there, he was blinded by a bright light, and stood before him an alicorn, not just any alicorn, this one... looked like an angel.

"Who are you?"

"Do not fear me! I am an agent of the Faust!" The angel replied

"What do you want?" Blueblood asked

"Trixie has suffered much and has earned her place in paradise. I have come to guide her soul to heaven."

"Then please! Save us!" Blueblood pleaded

"Fear not! Salvation is at hand!" The angel said

Blueblood knew he had to find the mirror before it was too late. Deciding to trail back over to the kithcen, and into the maid's room. The room was unoccupied, but had comfortable furnishings, such as a bed and a dresser. On the dresser, was none other than Trixie's mirror.

"So this is where the mirror is!"

Blueblood returned at once to Trixie.

"Trixie! I've found it! I've found your mirror!" Blueblood exclaimed

"Then show it... to me Blueblood. Show me my face one last time." Trixie said

Blueblood, slowly got out the mirror, and showed it to Trixie who took a good, long look at herself. The first time she saw her face in ages.

"Oh... I look... so tired and empty. It's... time to sleep. Sleep... forever." Trixie said before closing her eyes one last time.

"She is dead. Faust have mercy on her soul." The angel said

"Not so fast holy colt! Her soul is mine. I've waited longer!" The devil said

"But while Trixe was an arrogant and boastful one, she's suffered so much. She deserves salvation." the angel said

"Listen to me feather brain! I'll pluck you alive before you take this soul anywhere, I'm waiting until I get it." The devil said

"But you forget that patience is a virtue. I'm waiting until yours runs out."

Blueblood couldn't stand to see these two argue over his love's soul. So to break the stalemate, he showed them the mirror.

"Vanity is a sin, and I have no need for the mirror." The angel said

"My, I am gorgeous! Why, I could just plunge right into myself!" the devil said before jumping into the mirror. Only to begin cursing when he realized that he was now stuck inside the mirror.

"Thanks to you Blueblood, Trixie's soul arrived safely in heaven. My time here is ended, but I leave you with a warning: Do not break the mirror until you bring it, and the devil into the charmed circle. Faust bless you Blueblood."

With that, the angel left Blueblood alone. There was only one thing left for Blueblood to do. That is to go back to Surgat and see if he can open the gate into the surface world. After walking through the hall, and up the stairs, Blueblood was ready to confront Surgat.

"You're as good as your word. The maid's door was unlocked!" Blueblood said

"Would I lie? I'm a demon, after all! Ow fulfill your end of the bargain and let me out of here!"

"I already gave you something- some drops of my blood!" Blueblood exclaimed

"You call that a fair exchange? That supposedly blue blood of yours is as worthless as a counterfeit bit! No, we must work out another trade. One where the stakes are high!"

"But Trixie is dead. It's too late for me to give you her soul!"

"You fool! Ou listened to ne of PAM's manifestations, didn't you?! Now you have to find something else to trade!"

Blueblood used the mirror, and taking from the angel's advice, smashed the mirror within the circle, allowing for the devil himself to escape.

"What happened? How did I get trapped with this demon?" The devil asked

"I've brought you some company, Surgat!" Blueblood said

"That was damn stupid, pony! Hell, you're not even truly a pony anymore, not exactly. Not with being kept alive forever just to be tortured over and over again. Who do you think is repsonsible for that?" Surgat said

"Why PAM is doing this to us! He's reponsible for our suffering!" Blueblood said

"Not just PAM. He's clever, but he doesn't do much original thinking. He works best with... outide research. Research that comes from two of your party carried out."

"You're ruining everything! Shut up!" The devil said

"NO! You shut up! One word to the boss, and your little game's over before you can say, Holy Celestia. I should strangle you now. And save PAM the trouble. " Surgat yelled back.

"Don't you think of touching me you back stabbing demon!" the devil said

"Pony! Blueblood! Let me out of this circle! In return I will open the gate into the surface world! I'm part of the big machine. I can do this! Let me out before this oaf bores me to death!" Surgat pleaded with Blueblood.

"Open the gate to the surface world first, and then I'll erase the circle." Blueblood counter-offered.

"Not to worry, pony. I always uphold my end of the bargain." Surgat said

Blueblood suddenly saw a vast wasteland, of nothing but death, and destruction. Bones laid throughout the area, still laying where the pony had died. Tall dilapidated buildings surrounded the area. Dark, and forboding clouds covered the sky, as if smog covered the entire earth. Things that were trees are now shriveled and burnt stalks standing short, or fallen over.

"Here you are." Surgat said. "But bring your radiation suit. I never promised you a paradise, just the surface world."

"Enough of this turgid passion play!" PAM yelled. "There is no more to accomplish here!"


"Oh... too bad Blueblood. Writhe in sweet agony... with the knowledge that that the surface world is no longer habitable to your kind... no, not ever again!

PAM finished taunting Blueblood, and sent him off to join the others in their own personal tortures. With only two other ponies left, Pinkamena Pie and Shining Armor, PAM looked over the two, thinking, deciding.

"Whom among you two shall go next?" PAM asked