With all the confusion, I'd forgotten to eat. Now I wish I hadn't remembered.
Twilight's stomach rumbled. At first she actually couldn't identify the noise, her mind jumping to the conclusion that it must be coming from another guest who'd come to pay her a visit. Then it occurred to her that she hadn't eaten since she'd arrived. As much as she didn't want to leave her room, she knew she had to eat something. She hadn't even made it off her bed when there was a knock at the door. Twilight was reluctant to open it, but in the end, figured it would seem suspicious if she didn't. She opened the door and saw Gregory with what she assumed was a dinner cart. "Hello my dear, I thought you might be hungry, so I had the chef cook you a meal, on the house of course." Gregory gestured to the soup on the cart. Twilight was automatically suspicious of Gregory's incredible timing, but was too hungry to think very deep into it. She was about the try the soup, when she was a glowing red pair of eyes watching from behind the door. Twilight's eyes narrowed, "Actually, I'm not very hungry right now." She said. Gregory's eyes widened and he turned to the door, worry in his eyes. A deep growl came from the door as it swung open, revealing a tall, metallic white unicorn. His eyes glowed a blood red. He wore a chef's apron, though it didn't cover up his cutie mark: two blood soaked butcher knives piercing raw meat. His horn ended in a candle. He levitated a ridiculously large knife in front of him as he growled again. "Oh no! You've insulted the Hell's Chef! Please my dear, eat the soup before he goes into a greater rage!" Gregory pleaded. At first, Twilight wasn't all that afraid of the chef, she was an alicorn princess after all. But then she saw the fear in Gregory's eyes. Whatever the chef was about the do, even Gregory was afraid. Twilight levitated the spoon to eat the soup. It tasted horrible, like rotted meat, sour milk, and over ripe fruit. The more she drank, the less hostile Hell's Chef became, even lowering the knife. Twilight struggled not to gag, doing so would insult Chef and send him into an assault. She kept eating, determined to finish the soup as quickly as possible. Suddenly she teeth bit down on something hard and metallic. At first, she thought she'd bit her spoon, but then she saw it something else entirely. Upon inspection, it was a horseshoe. "Oh, never mind that my dear. Sometimes when making stock, some of the trimmings fell into the mix." Gregory said, looking back and forth between Twilight and Chef. Twilight remain frozen for a moment, confused. Then the realization of what he'd said hit her, and she couldn't hold her vomit. As she wretched, she heard the Chef growl and the knife rise. Thinking quick, she rolled away just in time to avoid the knife as it sailed across the room. Before she could make another move, the Chef was directly above her. Chef levitated the knife over Twilight, hate in his eyes. Instinct took over, Twilight summoned her magic and let out as much power as she could, all aimed at the homicide chef. The magical attack didn't seem to cause any physical damage, but the force of the strike blew out his candle of a horn. The moment the candle horn went out, Chef froze, the light in his eyes fading. "I must say, that was quick thinking my dear." Gregory complimented, pulling the frozen chef out of the room. "He's a loose cannon, but he's the best chef I've ever seen. I'll send someone to clean up the mess." "No!" Twilight shouted, not wanting to meet any other guests soon, "I'll clean it." "If you say so my dear." Gregory chuckled as he shut the door.
Twilight cleared away her vomit with her magic and sat down on her bed. Her stomach rumbled, she still hadn't technically eaten anything. Suddenly she heard an almost imperceptible shuffling from the wall. She inspected the wall and found a small hole. Inside was a tray with a biscuit and a amateurly fixed salad of random fruits and veggies. "Got to keep your strength up if your going to escape." Nekozombie's voice said. There was slight humor in his voice, and Twilight smiled. She had fewer and fewer things to smile about the longer she was here.
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