Prison Anon 1

>Be anon
>You’re taking a very comfortable ride to pony prison
>The official reason is for insulting the princess
>She went too far “interrogating” (at first it was cute), and you flipped out on her
>After the fact, she seemed to understand the deal
>The real reason… you don’t want to think about it
>Bad memories
>Shaking your head, you look out the chariot’s window
>The view form up here is pretty awesome
>A welcome change of scenery, to say the least
>Too bad it will all go away in prison
>Speaking of which, the chariot has started to come down near what looks like a mini town
>Must be picking someone else up
>“Alright, we’re here”
>Wut
>This is some kind of resort
>How is this your stop?
>“Eeyup. Maximum security prison, curtesy of the princess herself. Don’t keep the warden waiting!”
>The driver says, rushing you out the chariot and taking off
>The place really does feel like a small town
>With fences that barely reach your head surrounding it
>Maybe this is just a front for something worse on the inside
>Gotta stay on your toes
>You sigh, rolling your shoulders
“So… this is it huh?”
>”Anonymous!”
>Somebody was calling for you
“That’s me”
>You reply, and turn to face whoever it is
>It’s a guard mare, judging by the shirt and mini utility belt
>“I’m Warden! I hope your time here is really productive!”
>At a place like this words like that might make you weary
>But for some reason, it just sounded innocent
>But still, gotta be on your game so you don’t end up being on the wrong side of a prison gang
>You’ve never been in jail yourself, much less a maximum security prison
>But you’ve heard some ugly stories, and you really don’t want to experience them
>“Come with me and I’ll show you to your room!”
>Room?
>Do they just not want to call it a cell?
>Hmm
>You put it on the back burner for now
>There’s more inconsistencies with what you envisioned jail to be like
>For one thing, everything is clean
>The walls were all painted with enough colors to feel like a normal room, and not like a hospital
>You’re passing what looks like apartment rooms now that you’re inside one of the buildings
>Most of them have names
>What kind of prison has private rooms?
>“Here we are!”
>Your energetic warden exclaims, opening a door with the number 007 on the plaque
>That brings a tiny grin to your face
>Which vanishes in shock when she opens the door
“Whoa”
>This “cell” is a freaking luxury apartment
>The room is enormous
>There’s a small dining table, easily a queen sized bed, a bathroom with a tub and everything, and huge windows with some fancy looking drapes
>There’s even a mini fridge
>A MINI FRIDGE
>This is better than your apartment back home
>Even without a TV
>“I hope nothing is out of place! We work very hard to ensure the comfort of our guests!”
“No, no. everything looks amazing….”
>You dismissively reply, still staring at the room
>“Great! Dinner starts in two and a half hours!”
>Warden cheerily replies
>Her enthusiasm is insane
>“If you want, arts and crafts is open! If you have any questions, just ask a guardspony! I’ll send somepony back in a couple hours to escort you to the mess hall! Toot-a-loo!”
>And she just walks away
>What even is this place??
>Arts and crafts?
>Apartment suites for cells?
>The doors even lock! (Though you assume the guards would have keys)
>First thing’s first; shower
>Then you think you’ll try out the new bed
>It looks cozy
>Makes you think this place might not be too-
“Don’t even think that kind of thing”
>You scold yourself
>No inviting bad luck today