It had been hours before you finally woke up, utterly clueless. The moment after your eyelids opened, fright took over. You could not see nor feel a thing. Heck, you couldn't be sure if you were awake or not. As quick as you had supposedly awoken, taken out of your everyday life, you feel another presence wash over you, taking a hold of your mind.
"Hello, and welcome to the first installment of "In the Dark". In this Grimdark Roleplay thread, your wits will be pitted against mine, the omniscient, omnipresent voice in side your head, as you wander through this seeming nightmare. Whether you be Unicorn or Pegasus, Earth Pony or other, you know not what will come of you, beyond how you have found yourself. Challenge yourself, for encounters aplenty stand before you and the exit of the cold, mysterious dark place you have found yourself in. All you have is your resolve, and an unfathomable will to survive. But... will it be enough?
In Volume 1, the first four responders to this post will be the first batch of doome-...er... lovely contestants, and will be the first to receive the honor of competing to survive. Do you think you have what it takes? Well... *malevolent chuckling* I sure do hope so..."
Out of pure, rigid fright, you collapse as soon as the voice goes away, passing out for another good few hours. Upon waking again, you find that it was indeed not a dream, but at least you are calmer this time. Letting the moment settle in, and after regaining your senses, you finally observe your surroundings, despite the copious amount of darkness.
You are sitting upon a stone floor, grimy and dirt-filled. You cannot make out where the room ends, for the darkness is too great. At least you can see that you are at the end of a passageway, as there are two walls to your left and right about 4 ponies lengths each way. The end... or the beginning?
After asserting your surroundings, you find that any possessions you may have had on your person have been removed, and that all that is around you is a torch, mounted upon the wall you lay your back to, and a small satchel, roped around your form.
You let out a muffled grunt, instantly realizing that your mouth is gagged. Your reflexes take control, and you slam backwards, hitting your head on a hard surface, instantly making you black out. When you regain consciousness, you find that you feel no pain from your head, despite the injury you had sustained earlier. You quickly shake off the euphoria from regaining consciousness, sitting upright again. More quickly than others, you come to terms with your surroundings, utterly dumbfounded with what you see.
It is a circular room with a wooden floor, equipped with stone walls, with one small slit of a window on the other side. A small light floods in, the only source in the room, where outside you can see stars, floating high in the sky, telling you it's night. Attempting to get up and look out the window, you are pulled back down, landing with a thud against the walls again. You quickly realize that not only is your mouth gagged, but your hooves are also bound, but in metal chains, all four cords leading to one circular lead ball.
The voices in your head were too much, leading you to let out a loud scream, which reverberated outwards, echoing down the dark unseen paths about you. Panting, you furiously look about, fright taking hold of your body. Besides the sound of your voice being drawn out, echoing over and over, although slowly disappearing from hearing, you soon realize that you are in some sort of cave. Quickly getting up, you fumble about, falling over a few times as you stumble about, scrambling out of a small wooden boat. Falling face first onto land, you quickly burst off, but not very far. It is soon quite obvious that you are on a small island, surrounded by crystal clear water. The island is entirely rock bed, and smooth to the touch, as if eroded away by water for centuries. The water around the island spans till you cannot see any more, and judging by the echoed scream from earlier, there is a roof of rock above you, also.
Upon slowly opening your eyes, you almost lose yourself out of fright. Staring you in the face, is a cold, ceramic doll, it's clear eyes staring directly back into yours. You quickly rear back, knocking into a small desk, making the contents scatter about. Luckily, the candle that was sitting upon the small table falls next to you, allowing you to pick it up. Casting the small light across the room, you find yourself in what seems to be a small filly's bedroom, filled with various assortments of pastel whites and blues. The floor is covered in a circular carpet, spanning the length of the small room from wall to wall, wood underneath. Slowly getting to your hooves, you wave the candle about, scanning more of the room. You eye the doll that had startled you when you had fully awoken, seeing it foremost amongst a pile of the same fashioned dolls, numbering in about 30. There is a small bed in the center of the room, the size of a foal's, with a small trunk at the end. As well as the small cabinet beside you, there is also a small bookshelf next to it, filled with stories you both recognize from your foalhood, as well as books you've never seen before.
Despite the voice from earlier being gone, you still feel a presence in the room not sizing up to your own, as if something was in there also, watching...
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Galen stared down the hall in anxiousness, fright, determination and a whole slough of emotions. He had to think clearly. Freaking out was what came to mind but if he panicked, then there will be a chance that he'll make a mistake. The weight around his neck drew his attention once more as he opened up the satchel. Resting his flank on the ground and brushing a clear spot in front of him with his wings, he then proceeded to pour the contents of the satchel onto the floor. "There better be an explanation in this bag and a snack. Ahm bloody hungry if you ask me. But no use going anywhere else until I assess my surrounding and find out who took my father's flight suit I was damn wearing." He thought out loud to calm himself down nut to also organize his thoughts.
Grey stood more gently this time, trying to walk again, but more slowly, straining against the heavy metal ball. She couldn't get more than a couple steps, dragging it, before she had to sit down again, panting. "It's too heavy to move..." She thought, looking around. She felt her heart begin to sink as she looked around her circular prison. There didn't seem to be any way out, and she couldn't fly chained to the floor like this. Where was she? What was her last memory? Grey closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to remember. All she could recall was being out with the weather team, creating a small shower that was due to go over Sweet Apple Acres. "But what happened after that?" She thought, pressing her tongue against the gag in her mouth.
Grey wrinkled her nose, the gag tasted funny, like chemicals. She shut her eyes again and took a few deep breaths. This situation seemed bad, but she couldn't lose her cool, she had to remain composed.
Coco Pommel is best Pony.