You were glad they put you here; safe from the outside world's hell that had befallen upon you with sickening fangs. The accident you committed was nothing for you to be blame for, but the madness that spiraled out of control in you was greatly something you needed to be handled. This was the safest place, Manehatten's Asylum. You ignored the "Asylum" part, since you was not really insane. Though, you kept heed of the stereotype term behind its shadows, focusing more on your condition to work with your own society again than run away from it. The incident had left you in a ail state, but for a few more years, you might be able to go back out these doors with a gleaming smile upon your face.

The White Coats, doctors if you want to put it short, had been checking up on you, assisting you with everything you needed help on. They were kind ones; you made friends with even a few of them which were pleasing to say the less. The Blue Coats, or guards, shared you some of their food and stories of their life outside these safe walls, risking their lives for you and all of mankind. Celestia made them fine guards, able to protect you and trust when you feel endanger. You were safe here, that was the most important thing.

But that safe haven was quickly washed away when they brought in her, the newcomer that many Blue Coats were too nervous or frighten of to speak about. Most of the White Coats were disgusted on the fact she was brought here. You remember seeing her before, before you came here. Her name was Pinkamena Diane Pie. A strange one I might add, for she was the only female patient in this place. Her hair was long, straightly combed down, and pink. Her eyes were haunting, for they were blue and dull. Behind them, rest no soul. It was hollow inside of her body.

You thought that she was not going to be the biggest thing to worry about in this safe haven, since the Blue Coats were well trained with people strapped in coats like those, but a shiver ran down your back of such an assumption. Deep down, you felt that she was something beyond the Blue Coats could handle. She murdered her friend in a gruesome way, similar to the incident you were traumatized by back then that brought you here. Just finding that out from the rumors the Blue Coats were spreading about her had twisted your stomach. She was vile, grotesque, and a monster.

The worse part about her was that she was strangely attracted to you. At times, whenever you are sitting alone in the café, she sits next to you, starting a conversation with you. Her tone was nothing threatening, scary, or queer, but her personality was a bit too queer. She was smiling, her tone was energetic, her mood was bright, and her subject of the conversation was what your favourite treat in a party was? You answered calmly, hoping not to anger her in any sort of way. It was not that you realize that there were only two Blue Coats standing guard at the entrance, observing the woman hesitantly. They were looking at her as if worry she might of done something that would endanger you. You decided that it was not worth it to spend any more time in the café, so you bid her farewell and quickly exited the large rectangular wall lining area. But before you managed to leave, she calls out to you, “Parties are full of many treats, choose before it is too late!” Her cheerful words sent fear installing in you before you quickly scurry out of the café.

When the week passed by, everything you thought was fine seemed to be slipping away. The Blue Coats were too nervous in talking to you, most avoiding any conversations or sharing their lunch with you. The White Coats have been lately absent, working more on the patient, Pinkie, than you. You felt anger, confuse, trying to figure out why that all of a sudden, your safe haven’s routine with you changed once she came to this place. But you could not do anything but remain the stacked meal to her. She continued to look at you, watch you, lick her lips at you, and even whispering dirty words into your ear every time she passed by in her strapped jacket the Blue Coats did not dare to even take off.

You felt unsafe of course, and requested to your doctor to move you to a floor where you do not need to see her again. He complied kindly, leading you towards the fifth floor, all the way in the back of the hospital. You were in your new home, Room 432. A decent room which the walls were only spaced out by 7 feet and furniture was neatly placed around in each area. This was all obtained by your recent good behavior. The new quarters you resided in was the Manehatten Asylum’s Right Wing where only the good ones go to for good behavior. The floors beneath the wing, however, were not too pleasing.

Each floor was full of the mentally insane ones, ones you did not associate with. Instead, you stead clear from each one when you see on your path. One of the floors, you remember the Blue Coats talking about, was like a prison where they toss mostly unstable ones. You bet she was put there. That Pink hair woman had that look that she belonged behind steel fences, confining her from humanity.

But everything went downhill when the lights go out the next week. You remain in your room, frightened from the loud hollering outside. Suddenly, your lights begin to flicker violently, before popping out sparks. It startled you to the point you fell down to the ground. Madness was running wild outside your room as you heard Blue Coats ordering others demands. Eventually, the entire place shakes and you could feel the wooden floor beneath you giving way. You had no time to avoid this strange collapse, for once the floor broke apart, you fell into the pit of darkness; your yell echoing as you plummet.

Soon, you were silence, landing on a wooden table in the middle of a waiting room. You groan in pain, struggling up to the ground while attempting to avoid the sharp wooden splinters that stood out from the remains of the table. You are not only confuse of the strange collapsing of the floor above, but frighten from the smoke outside the wooden door that seeped through from below and into the room. As you begin to limp towards the door with a sore right ankle, you pause in horror once the intercom connected to the wall buzzed.

“Greetings, brothers and sisters of this magnificent country; found by the wonderful and beautiful goddess we know and love, Celestia. Remember, the Cursed One walks among us, and it is our duty as her children to see fit that the scourge of humanity is erase. Hunt the Cursed One. Our goddess demands it!” It was her voice, the sinister woman, Pinkamena.

Whatever happened that caused such a mysterious mess in this Safe Haven you believed to be, had to be avoided at all cost. You had no time to sit and think here, though, no, you had to run away. So, taking your steps forward, while gritting your teeth in pain, you opened the door and were greeted with a powerful blast of hot air that stunned you backwards to the ground. The hallway was on the other side of the room, set in ablaze of inferno while patients ran down the hall with wild war cries to deafen the sound around you. It was assisted by the sound of the ringing bell, but sound did not matter to you. Only escaping to safety did.

Once you had gotten up from the ground, you limped out into the hallway, only to be bump around by the wild patients that held sharp objects and blunt ones, too. Your face suddenly drain of color when you looked down the hall and spotted a few dead Blue Coats and mangled White Coats scattered around on the floor in this narrow pathway. Further down, you saw more Blue Coats in armor, attempting to apprehend the wild patients in assistance with the White Coats, persuading the wild men to cease their madness. But none were so lucky to hold back the overwhelming horde of the insane patients.

You looked to your right, where most of the patients were coming down from and quickly hurried off down there. Taking the path where the Blue Coats and White Coats were being overwhelmed was not too smart, seeing how they might mistake you to being one of the madmen in a garb. You spotted an elevator and quickly pressed the button once you got to its closed doors, frantically clicking the down button for its arrival to hasten. When it came down, the steel doors opened from left to right and there standing there, holding the lever that moved the elevator up and down to the floors one wanted to go to, was a patient covered in old stains of blood. He was a tall man, with one pale eye on the right and blue on the left. He had no hair but only the dark dirty skin on his body as he stared at with patience.

You hesitantly entered, unsure if this patient was much of a threat. So, far, he has done nothing bad to you, which makes you relieve once the doors close, but his quiet gaze at you was troubling to ignore. You request that he take you to the first floor and without questioning you, he did, pulling down the lever. The steel gates that surrounded you, moves lightly, as the small box of metal descends down to the core of hell this place had befallen to. When it finally stopped, the gate opened and the tall dark skinned male gave you a farewell nod before looking onward ahead. You said nothing in return, still cautious about the man who remained calm and not faze with the pandemic of crazies going on in this place.

When you exited out the elevator, you noticed garbage, blood, and the sound of madmen yelling out swears and delirious statements. You were in the first floor after all, located in the Right Wing of the facility. You been through here many times, all you needed to do was walk down the oak wood, stained, floors and head towards the exit that was being faced by the Registration office. You remembered well, but you were highly unsure if it was going to be safe. Whatever she did to this place, which you were surely assuming to be right that it was her that caused this place’s downfall, you had to leave immediately and find other authorities to stop her. Your mind was clouded in judgment and fear, as well as confusion and pain from the sore ankle you sustained from the fall.

You used the walls to provide you leverage for the injured foot and peeked through the corner, seeing if the coast was clear of any mad patient running about. The coast was clear, thus allowing you a chance to limp towards the exit that remained down the marble stairs. The paint on the blue walls was peeling away, the ceiling was falling apart, and the amount of blood was too revolting to look at when you entered the area towards the exit. Each step you made was painful, but high spiriting for you was close to escaping this hell. When you made it to the door, you grab the handle and twisted it. When it opened, your heart skipped a beat, as the cold grip of fear swallow your sense to run. You stare in wide eye shock at the Tall Man that stood, towering over you, blocking your path to freedom.

He grabbed the front cuff of your shirt with his left hand, lifting you high in the air with ease before throwing you up the doors with a powerful force. You did not know how he managed to do such a thing, but instead, you were too distracted on the pain that racked your body. You managed to glance down from your chest, spotting him close the exit’s door, breaking the handle, and walking up the stairs towards you. His cold gaze did not break, but deepen into a more monstrous kind. You crawled back, before struggling up the ground. When you made a few steps towards the entrance into the wide hallway, you slip to the ground with painful grunt, landing on a pool of blood. You start to panic, looking back at the towering monster making his way towards you.

You did not want to die at all, so you push yourself up from the puddle of blood and quickly limped down the hallway. Looking to your left, you saw through the library’s glass windows. Inside of the massive place was a pit of fire, burning the corpses of both Blue Coats and White Coats, along with books of many varieties. This place had succumbed to a hell, as you told yourself many times, and the hope of escape was close to being burn out if you did not get away from the Tall Man that walked towards you calmly. You fear that his strength in easily throwing you up one flight of stairs was not the only thing to worry about.

When you took a turn down another hallway, you spotted another elevator, different from the one you taken previously. You rushed towards it and quickly pressed the button, even trying to pry the locked metal doors open. But you was soon greeted by the sound of wires snapping and metal scraping against metal as the only known sort of transportation, away from the brute, came down fast and into the pits of darkness ending in a thunderous crash.

You turned around quickly, spotting the Tall Man getting closer to you. You then look left and right before spotting two doors leading into the next hallway that led towards the left wing. You quickly limped into the halls after pushing the doors open. Your heart began racing as you raced down the hall. From your left and right, patients that were locked in their rooms started ramming against the door, banging on the windows, and few remained still with a rope around their neck connected to the ceiling.

Once you passed by the last door, you quickly turned right and headed down the last hall. The last door in the hallway was the Men’s Bathroom. The Tall Man was not behind you, but he surely saw you take a turn down the hall. So, without wasting time, you entered the bathroom, hoping to find a hiding spot.

You were greeted with flickering lights that dangled from the ceiling. The dirt, muck, and grime covered most of the walls and sinks and toilet stalls. What surprised you was the wall you were facing, ahead of you; it was split a bit apart allowing you to see the room on the other side. The room that you manage to recognize was the Janitor’s closet. You looked back at the door and lock it before heading off to the rippled wall. You were easily capable of fitting through the small space, allowing you access into the closet. Once you finally got through, you cried out in fear when the Tall Man’s arm came out from the tight space in the wall, trying to reach out to you. You fell to the ground, breathing heavily as he attempted to reach out to you, failing to his disappointment. When he moved back his arm, he stared at you quietly and stood there.

You did not waste time to stay there, waiting for his next move or response. You escape the closet, but were greeted with a terrible surprise from below. Beneath your feet was the edge of the floor which a hole had appeared, leading deep into darkness. You were unsure what was there, but planned to not find out. Looking at the wall ahead of you, you saw the Exit sign pointing right. You glanced right and took deep breaths before making a jump. But you were too far away from the floor and only manage to grab onto the edge of it, flinching in pain from the sharp wood that stuck out from it, probing your skin.

You struggle to pull yourself up, but froze when you saw the Tall Man standing over you. All he did was lift up his right foot and stomped down on your face, sending you into the darkness as your yell was silence once you crashed into the ground. You did not know where you crashed into, but the sound of water dripping down pipes gave you a small hint on the sinister location you were located in.

Author's Notes:

I am not sure if I did good or bad. I need your opinion on this. I hope it counts for something though. I am still trying to work with this since I am not very good at this 2nd person kind of thing. I never addressed a gender that "You" or the "Cursed One" is. I find it very unnessasary.

This is also a first time work on humanized ponies. I did give Pinkie Pie a skin color since there is no actual proof of what her skin color is if she was human. So, it's best to be universal here and just give her the color of her eyes and hair instead of skin.

Again, tell me what you think. I thank you for reading.