Survival Anon Chapter One

> Your footsteps echo loudly as you sprint through the empty halls of… wherever the heck you are
> It looks like some sort of castle?
> The floors are polished marble, and the walls are made from flawless white stone
> You don’t remember how you got here, or even precisely when
 > it was like you just fell asleep, impossible to pinpoint the exact moment
> one minute you’re out hunting in the woods
> and the next, you’re on the floor in a big-ass room surrounded by some sort of pony creatures.
> it must have been some sort of party, many of them wore elaborate dresses and suits
> some screamed
>some yelled
>some just stared at you with what you guessed what shock
> so you did what any other sane person would do
> you ran
> and now they were chasing you
> you’ve been running for several minutes now
> you have no idea where you’re going, this while place seems like a maze
> at least you still had your belongings
> you wore your old hiking boots and a thick camouflaged jacket
> in your left hand you clutch your bow, a simple recurve made from a solid piece of wood
> your quiver and arrows bounce on your back as you run
> a quick glance down confirms your skinning knife is still on your belt
> the presence of your tools gives you a small sense of comfort
> you weren’t defenseless
> you weren’t helpless
> and that gave you some confidence in your abilities
> you can still hear your pursuers behind you
> “Stop the intruder!”
> “Seize that creature!”
> you redouble your efforts, passing multiple wooden doors leading to who knows where
> as you round a corner, you see sunlight streaming through an open door at the end of the hall
> Finally! A way out!
> as you run toward the exit, you hear the ponies behind you getting closer
> your heart drops as you come to a stop just outside the open doors
> this wasn’t an exit, it was a balcony several stories from the ground
> before you stretches an entire city, bathed in the light of the midday sun
> beyond that you see expansive meadows and thick forests
> the whole scene had a picturesque beauty to it
> seriously, where the hell are you?
> how did you get here?
> you snap yourself back to the moment, you still need to escape
> you lean over the balcony, looking down
> below you is a large garden/courtyard
> jumping is out of the question, you’re way to high up and there’s nothing to cushion your fall.
> if you can’t go down, you’ll have to go up
> the option of climbing is quickly shot as you examine the outside stone walls
> it’s made of the same smooth white stone as the hallways, no handholds anywhere
> you’re completely penned in
> you curse under your breath and turn back
> maybe you could try one of the doors you passed befo-
> too late
> the ponies chasing you round the corner into view
> jeez, there must be at least twenty of them
> they all had spotless white coats, and wore regal looking golden armor
> you quick reach over your shoulder, grabbing one of your arrows
> you nock it on your bowstring and draw back, anchoring your right hand below your cheekbone
> the p0nies come to a stop as you level the gleaming broadhead on them
> you doubted that p0nies were capable of archery, but they recognized a weapon when they saw one
“The next one of you who takes another step gets dropped”
> it was no idle threat. you were a good shot, and at this short distance there was no way you would miss
> of course, they would rush you and close the distance as soon and you fired
> but you were guaranteed one kill
> it was a stalemate
> The p0nies shift nervously and look at each other, none of them willing to take the first step
> the one in front whispers something to the p0nies beside him
> his helmet had a large roman-esque  crest, you guessed he was captain, or some kind of authority figure
> the p0nies nod and slowly they begin to back away
> you relax slightly
> ok,  you can work with this. you have time now, time you can use to figure out how to get out of wherever you are
> you notice some of the p0nies are standing their ground
> they look like all the other guards, except for small ivory horns protruding from their helmets
> unicorns? seriously? What the fuck.
> their horns begin to softly glow
> before you can deliver another threat, your bow is suddenly yanked from your hand
> it flies over to the unicorns and hovers above them, enveloped in a magical aura
What the fu-
>You’re cut off as the rest of the p0nies are suddenly upon you
> they tackle you in the gut, and their combined weight quickly brings you down
> there’s no time to go for your knife, you can only bring your arms up in a desperate attempt to shield your face from the flurry of incoming hooves
> you feel the impact of countless strikes all over your body
> one of the ponies bites down painfully on your arm and pulls it away from your face
AAUUGH!! You son of a b-
> the last thing you feel is another hoof smashing your face

> fuck, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this shitty
> your arms, your legs, your head, your entire damn body is sore
> you open your eyes to a rough stone ceiling
> for the hundredth time today you wonder where you are
> you’re lying down on something uncomfortable, but it’s definitely not stone or wood
> gingerly you try to sit up, your entire body protesting
> you pull your knees up to your chest, and eventually you reach a sitting position
> you take a look at your new surroundings
> you appear to be in some sort of cell
> the room is constructed from damp cobblestone, and is bare except for a solid metal door on one end and a pile of moldy straw you were apparently sleeping on
> the air is musty and stale, the only light comes from a small barred window on the door
> you painfully rise from your makeshift bed to get a better look
> how long were you out?
> judging by the stiffness of your limbs and the emptiness of your stomach, at least several hours
> you make your way over to your cell door and look out the window
> it’s low on the door, you have to squat to see through
> unfortunately, all you can see is the stone wall on other side of the hallway
> all you can hear is the soft dripping of water and the scurrying of what you guessed were rats
> you give yourself a quick check over, you were beat up pretty bad.
> your clothes are torn in a few places, and you’ve accumulated plenty of bruises
> you bring your hand up to your face
> It’s painful to the touch, and you can feel that it’s swollen
> you wish you had a mirror so you could see
> your bow, quiver, and knife are gone of course
> you sit back down on the straw pile, noticing a few small insects out as you do so
> so you were in a dungeon…
> maybe threatening these p0nies was not the best of ideas…
> but you were panicked! And they did chase you after all
> you’re sure they’ll be understanding
>It’s not like you killed any, heck you didn’t even punch one!
> you sit there for several minutes, idly twiddling your thumbs as you wait for something to happen
> realizing that it might be a while before someone comes for you, you lay back down on the pile to get some rest.
> you’re awoken by a loud banging on the cell door
> you rise with a small groan
> you must have slept another few hours, your body is stiff again
> you also seem to have acquired a few bug bites, great.
> you walk over to the door and crouch down to the window
> you see impassive face of a p0ny guard on the other side
> he gives you a quick look over before giving a small snort
> “Princess Celestia would like to speak with you”
> The name means nothing to you, but you recognize the title
> whoever she is, she is obviously their ruler
> she can probably tell you where you are, maybe even how to go back home!
Alright, sure I’ll go
> not that you have a choice really, when royalty ‘requests’ something it’s just an order in disguise
> the guard steps back and you hear the rattling of keys
> the door swings outward and you see another guard holding a pair of manacles in his mouth
> “turn around, arms behind your back”
> guess you can’t really blame them for being precautious, you did threaten them after all.
> you turn around, placing your wrists together behind your back
> the guard approaches you and locks the manacles in place, binding your hands together
> “now then, follow us”
> you follow the two guards outside your cell and into the hallway
> you notice that these guards don’t have horns like those other guards, but have wings instead
> so there are pegasi now too? This fucking place…
> you follow the guards up a winding spiral staircase and through a large wooden door
> It seems you’re in the castle proper again, the white walls and smooth floors have returned
> as you pass a window, you quickly glance outside
> you can see the sun just beginning to rise over the distant horizon
> so you were out all night? No wonder you were so hungry, you haven’t eaten since yesterday morning!
> you pass several more guards on your way, most of them keep their gazes impassive, but some glare your way
> eventually, you reach a set of large ornate double doors
> one of the guards steps forward and knocks three times on the door
> from within a feminine voice responds
>“You may enter”
> the two guards push open the double doors and you enter the room
> in front of you sits a p0ny that could only be described as ‘regal’
> she dwarfed the other ponies you’ve seen, most were only about four feet tall, but this one was well over six feet in height!
> her mane was a whole variety of calm blues, pinks, an violets, and seemed to blow in some invisible breeze.
> her coat was a pristine white and a gold tiara rested atop her head
> she had a unicorn horn over a foot and length, yet you also saw a pair of wings folded at her sides
> so was she a unicorn with wings? Or a pegasus with a horn?
> was there a name for what she was? If so, it eluded you
> to her left sat a purple unicorn of normal stature
> her mane had a straight cut, and she had a bookish appearance about her
> they both sat behind a large banquet table, and you were brutally reminded of your hunger as you gazed at the contents
> a decadent feast of every breakfast dish imaginable was on full display
> there were pancakes, waffles, French toast, muffins, doughnuts, toast, eggs cooked in every form…
> if not for the manacles binding your hands or the presence of royalty, you would have thrown yourself at this meal with like a Kenyan at a KFC bucket
> as if reading your mind, one of the guards approaches your back and begins unlocking the manacles
> as soon as he finished, you begin rubbing your wrists with your hands. those damn things were uncomfortable
> Celestia nods to the two guards and they both exit through the door behind you
> you stand there, unsure on how to proceed
> an uncomfortable silence forms over the room
> a silence that is broken by the loud protest of your stomach
> Celestia chuckles and grins at you as you fidget awkwardly
> she gestures to the feast before you
> “you are welcome to join us, if you wish”
> that was all the invitation you needed
> you practically run over to the table, grabbing a plate and utensils  from a stack
> “So” Celestia begins, as you dart from one end of the buffet to the other, grabbing a portion of each dish as it catches your eye, “What is your name?”
Anon
>Waffles, definitely need waffles. And pancakes too. Is that blueberry syrup? Oh, need a doughnut too, with sprinkles.
> “As you’ve probably guessed” Celestia continues, “I am Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, and this is my faithful student and personal protégé, Twilight Sparkle”
> you nod in confirmation as you pile more food into your already overloaded plate
> I haven’t had a banana in forever, or French toast either. Is that bacon? HELL YES!
> you finally sit down across from the two p0nies and begin digging into your enormous breakfast
> As you begin eating the most buttery and fluffy pancakes of your life, Twilight speaks up
> “So anon, What exactly are you?”
Human
>You respond after washing down a mouthful of pancake with a swig of orange juice
Are there no other humans here in Equestria?
>“No,” Celestia replies, “You are the first we have ever encountered”
Do you have any idea how I got here?
>“We were hoping you would tell us that” Twilight admits
Sorry, I have no idea either. I just sorta, woke up here.
> you return your attention to your food, and a long silence begins to stretch
> you don’t notice Celestia watching you eat, a small frown forming on her face
> you pick up a piece of perfectly crispy bacon and pop it into your mouth
> you gag as you find your mouth filled with a foul tasting dust
> you expel the repulsive substance from your mouth
What the heck was that?
>you  look up to see the smile on Celestia’s face has been replaced by a deep scowl
> “It seems my suspicions about you were correct Anon” Celestia says
> the kindness of her voice has been replaced with coldness and disgust
> her horn glows with a faint white aura, and you find yourself lifted of your seat and into the air
Wait, what? What are you doing?
> you struggle against the magic enclosing you. but despite your best efforts, you barely move
> “As ruler of Equestria, I hereby sentence you to death”
What??? WHY???
> both the p0nies look at you with a mixture of hatred and disgust
> “You arrive in my kingdom armed with deadly weaponry, you threaten my guards, and you would willingly consume the flesh of others”
> consume the flesh of others? Oh, you idiot! The bacon! They’re all horses, why would they have bacon?
Ok, wait. This is all some sort of big misunde- HHHHNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH
>suddenly, the magic aura around you begins to squeeze you like a vice
> the air is quickly forced out of your lungs and you find it impossible to breathe
“It is clear to me you are a creature of violence, and I will not allow you to corrupt my country”
> the force is just too much, it’s crushing your chest
> the pressure extends over your entire body,  you can feel it inside your skull
> you clench your eyes shut in the pain, your mouth gasping like a fish out of water
> Dread fills your hart as you realize there’s nothing you can do
> Dammit, not like this!
> This wasn’t fair!
> You didn’t do anything wrong…
> you feel you consciousness begin to fade…
> you hear voices, but they seem far of and distant
> you can’t make anything out
> not like this...
> you don’t want to die like this, helpless
> you hate it, being helpless, unable to do anything
> you wish you had your bow
> you wonder what will happen to it…