There is a nudging at your shoulder, some barely audible words sounding in your ear. You slowly open your eyes and you're blinded by the intense light in the room. Your sight adjusts and you are looking at the nurse from earlier. She seems worried, but then perks up when you react to her touch. Her voice then begins to clear up. "…magic caused you to black out, I think it may have effected your blood flow." She apologises.
"Uh…" You fill in the blurred part you missed yourself. "It's okay, my head doesn't hurt anymore."
"There's another problem though, I think I might have damaged a part of your brain with my spell, after repairing I think I might have… fragmented your memory. You might not be able to remember some stuff, it's still there, it just isn't in place." She looks down at the floor, ashamed of herself. Your heart begins to race. You can't think of anything you may have forgotten, but that's probably because you have forgotten it! While you are still in thought there's a sharp knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice from earlier.
"Nurse Bluecross? The princesses are here, they wish to see the 'human.'" He says seriously, causing your heart to skip a beat as a bit of memory rushes back to you. The princesses wanted to see you about something, and it wasn't something good.
"Come in, the human is stable." The door creaks open and the sound of hooves trot into the room.
"Shining, Nurse, may you give us some time alone?" One voice asks, calm and kind.
"Of course, your highnesses" They reply, and the door shuts. You quickly grab the pillow from behind your head and slam it over your face; you can't be seen like this.
"Are you fit to speak, Human?" The first voice asks, you feel fear filling up your body. You presume the two ponies now standing next to your bed are Celestia, Ruler of the sun and Equestria, and Luna, Ruler of the moon and co-ruler of Equestria. You sweat and shake with anxiety. You know they think you are a traitor, a threat to them of some kind. You could only imagine how pathetic you look in front of them now. You just fell over and gave yourself a concussion for fuck sake.
"Ugh…" You groan weakly, muffled by the pillow "S-sure, I… I think s-so," Your nervousness causes you to stutter.
"Okay then." She says, still calm. "Would you like to explain-"
"You know exactly why you are here human!" The second pony, Luna, cuts her sister off. Your mouth trembles open to speak.
"No… n-no, I-I have no idea. Why a-am I here?" you manage to say, bringing the pillow off of your face as you struggle to breathe. While these ponies seemed friendly in the T.V show, you still had fears that whatever you have done might be death sentence worthy. You see both of their heads leaning over from either side of your bed. They were tall.
"Do not play dumb human. We have heard about your 'Plans against Celestia,' my sister will not be brought down by a single human." She continues interrogating. Plans against Celestia…? Oh, the fanfic! It comes back to you. How the heck are you going to explain a fanfic to these ponies?
"I-I, uh, no- well, you see… uh, it was just." Stutter, stutter, stutter, that's all you ever seem to do now, maybe you have brain damage after all?
"Sister, he is obviously in distress at the moment. He is no threat to us here." Celestia says to her sister. "We will leave you be for a little longer human, you will see us in the throne room tomorrow." Celestia says to you, "For now, I'm afraid you will be staying in the dungeon." She says, rather coldly.
"Okay… that's, fair… I g-guess." You reply with no confidence. They leave your side and the sound of hooves leaves the room You slam the pillow back over your miserable face.
"How am I going to explain this in a way they'll understand?" You say aloud to yourself, relieved to be alone. That feeling of relief ceases to exist when you hear another set of hooves clopping out of the room. One of the princesses was still there! They say nothing as they leave, and by the time you sit up to catch who it was, they're gone. A pony then returns into the room. The nurse who was looking after you is now gazing at you.
"I trust that went well?" She asks.
"No, no it didn't…" You reply flatly, mentally kicking yourself for saying what you said out loud while one of the princesses was still in the room. You lie back down in a huff.
"I'm in a c-c-cartoon world, a-a-and the th-th-thing that will k-kill me is f-f-fucking hypoth-th-thermia!" You curse out loud. It's the dead of the night and the temperature in your cell has plummeted to freezing conditions. Your tiny bed only has one thin sheet on the mattress and some hay. That's all you have for warmth beside your uniform you are still wearing, it didn't make much of a blanket. There is no way of telling the time and no way of informing someone that you probably weren't going to survive the night. You guess these conditions were easily lived in by ponies, they have extra fur coats which must be more effective than clothes. You realise you have no choice. You have to do something to get someone's attention. Thinking there must be a guard on dungeon duty. You grab the food bowl on the table that now only contains hay. Dumping the hay on the floor you hurl it at the wall, hoping it will smash and get someone's attention. It does indeed smash against the concrete of the cell, but nothing comes of the smashing sound. In the silence of brainstorming a new idea, you pick up on the faint snoring of who must have been the guard on duty. You try as hard as you can to think of a way to make noise, it feels as if ice starts to cover your brain. Shouting is out of the question, the most sound you can make is a harsh whisper. Walking around in an effort to keep warm you kick a shard of the smashed ceramic bowl. You quickly grab it, not noticing the edge cutting into your skin as your hands are numb from the cold. It is roughly square in shape and about the size of your hand. You place it against the bars of the cell, fumbling it a bit as your cold hands get a proper grip. Starting slow you clack the shard against the metal bars of your cell. The sound echoes through the dead hallways of the dungeon. You get more and more desperate, walking along the cell before jogging and then running, constantly clacking the cell bars.
The door creaks open and you stop clacking. The only sounds are the approaching hooves and your heavy breathing, exhausted from running. Thankfully you had warmed up a tiny bit.
"What is that racket?!" The guard yells at you, approaching, slightly smaller than the other unicorn guard from earlier. This pony is a Pegasus. You can tell from the rounded muzzle and higher pitched voice this guard is female. She still wears the same gold armour and has a similar colour scheme to the other guard.
"P-P-Please, before I freeze to death!" You shout, temperature dropping by the second.
"It isn't even cold, you're just trying to trick me into letting you out, aren't you?" She narrows her eyes at you.
"No, th-th-this is s-s-serious. I'm going to die!" You shiver uncontrollably. Your body starts to give in to the cold. Barley any of your limbs feel like they are even there. Numbness is the only other feeling you have beside cold. The guard's eyes widen suddenly, she realises you aren't tricking her. She unlocks your cell and pulls you over her back. You slump over her sideways, on your stomach. Unable to move a muscle you are rushed out of the dungeon. As you are carried through the torch lit hallways of the castle you are slowly comforted by the higher temperature. You regain strength in your arms, and you start to think straight. You look ahead, seeing where you are being taken. None of the castle looks familiar, so you have no idea. Suddenly, the pony carrying you is stopped in her tracks. You look up and see the dark, midnight-blue of princess Luna.
"What in Equestria art thou doing!?" She shouts, obviously enraged that you aren't freezing to death in your cell.
"Your highness, I didn't know what to do, he was about to die. I was taking him to take him to the infirmary." The guard tells her.
"You foal! He could have escaped!" She retorts, still angry.
"I mean no disrespect your highness, but if that was his intention, wouldn't he be gone by now?" The guard defends you. Luna gives a small 'humph' before turning away.
"Bring him back to the dungeon, do not let him out of there until tomorrow, understood?" She commands, the guard nods and turns back around.
By the time you reach the dungeon you've already warmed up a bit. However, the spine chilling temperatures of the dark, stone room are still very noticeable. you slip off the pony's back and wander back to your cell. You had to admit to yourself, you're surprised a single pony could carry your weight for such a long period of time. "I'll be back in a moment!" She whispers across the dead-silent room. She closes the door behind her but not fully. She has left the door open, you can run away right now! But what if you're caught? Is it better to keep trust or gain freedom? You decide it is too risky so you slump on your bed, legs hanging over the side. About a minute later the door creaks open again, you can't believe the guard actually came back! She rushes into your cell carrying a large blanket. It looks much thicker and higher quality than the torn, dirty sheet you lay under. When she brings it in you take if off of her and wrap it around yourself quickly. The warm blanket brings you back to a more tolerable temperature.
"Thank you, thank you so much." You are incredibly grateful to the guard who just saved your life. "How do you even survive in these conditions?"
"Honestly, it just doesn't feel cold. Now get into bed before somepony else comes to check on you, and don't wake me up from another nap!" She scolds you playfully, you chuckle a little bit in response. She leaves the dungeon, closing the creaky old wooden door carefully behind her. You wrap yourself tightly in your blanket, happy to be alive.