lyra and anon

>oh yay, you have no idea where you are
>you have no idea if twilight knows you are here
>you have no clue if you can ever get home
>and god dammit this is freaking you the fuck out
>...
>lets back this up
>about 4 hours ago, you agreed to be a guinea pig for twilight
>apparently she wanted to know if her magic for detecting crazy or not worked
>and if it did, if she could fix crazy
>apparently pinkie pie was immune to her testing... which in turn drove twilight crazy
>oh yea, lets not forget why you are subjecting yourself to this
>playing music doesn't pay shit unless you are a star
>it was infuriating when you were called crazy, but bits be tight yo
>you needed the money, and she needed the lab rat
>so here you are
>in the housebrary
>in her basement
>a metal strainer with Hearth's Warming Eve lights on it, repurposed of coarse
>and paper spewing out of the a machine.
>as you sit there
>board out of your mind
>you watch twilight get more and more frantic
>either things are happening to fast or shit isn't going to plan
>when you hear her yell and moan “why isn't it working” you kind of get the clue that she really does believe you to be insane...
>you were about to speak up, but the bits
>the bits
>you just had to stay there
>in that thing
>and she would give you the money
>enough for at least a few months rent
>enough for you to not worry about a second job and able to focus on your music.
>you can take it
>not because you want to
>oh god no you don't want to take this shit from her
>but you don't have much of a choice.
>yea... just keep your eyes on the prize
>and during this, apparently twilight decided to adjust something with magic.
>and shit hit the fan
>hit it fucking hard
>no.... not apt enough here
>some got 100 babies and had them over load 100 diapers
>put those 100 diapers into a wood chipper
>and aimed it at you.
>shit hurt...
>shit hurt a lot
>twilight to her credit was trying to figure out what went wrong
>but the light was just getting brighter and brighter
>and all you hear is “I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I cant stop it... SPIKE GET TH...”
>yea... not the best day of your life...
>blinding light
>and not total darkness...
>all you can do is sit there...
>...
>and you wait
>for twilight to get you back
>for someone to come find you
>for anyone who knew you were gone to even start looking
fuck I hate today.
>after what felt like hours, your eyes begin to recover from the blinding light
>it isn't much
>but you are no longer blind
>all you can see is a ever present green light
>where its from you have no idea, but its there...
>after another hour and nothing changing
>eyesight or scenery, you decide try and move...
>*CRASH*
>fuck my life
>what was that...
>and now you hear footsteps...
>shit, someone knows you are here...
>where is here...
>will they help...
>a door is opening, and a light comes on...
>ah... that's what you knocked over, 2 fans and a bunch of boxes...
>boxes for...
>what the hell is that?
>steps coming down the stairs.
>all you can do is stare... like a dear in headlights
>you know what it is...
>you have no idea why you know but you know
>the dreams
>the fantasies
>everyone thinking you are mad
>the reason twilight wanted you when pinkie wouldn't work
>it was a h....
>”lyra”