You awake slowly with a painful sting coming from your head. Your body ached and was badly sore from the long fall. You carefully struggle up to the ground, but stumbled onto your knees, nose too close to touching the surface of the dirty water before your eyes. The area’s smell finally gotten to your nostrils as you caught whiff of the terrible malodorous scent of stagnant, mucky water. Looking around, you found yourself in a long hallway in which on both sides, front to back, was a pool of dirty water full of unspeakable bacteria. Darkness resided in the back though, which was not too promising for you since you had no light source to guide you through the long tunnel you plummeted into.

When you finally stood on your two, you wiped your wet dirty hands on your pants before taking a few steps, regrettably, into the water that reached up to your ankles. You coughed from the terrible choking fumes that fluttered around you invisibility from the human eye and proceeded forward, hoping that the path you took would lead you out this odorous darkness.

The sound of the water swishing against your ankles slowed you down from increases your pace. The cold touch from it also sent your body shivering as well as the cold wind pushing against your body. Your heart beat fast as you could feel your eyes straining to adjust to the darkness. The fear on your shoulders prevented attempts you made to calm yourself down, but you continue. But the sound of your heartbeat was dubbed out once you heard a whistle that came from both directions. Your body froze and your eyes widen. It had to be a threat. From where it was coming from, was unknown to you. You needed to leave fast.

You continue pushing yourself, breathing heavily as you felt the cold water straining most of your movement. It was tiresome, but you had to keep moving. You prayed to Celestia that this stranger, the whistler was not up ahead of you. You were too unsure of this, but you had no choice but to deal with it. The sound of the whistler was heard again, this time; he was whistling a tune that echoed loudly. It felt like it was getting closer, but you were unsure due to the echo. Your ears were confused as your mind was focusing on pushing your legs forward.

You soon came to a sudden halt once you came in contact with a hard wall that sent you falling backwards into the water. Your body became stung with the cold touch of the stagnant water as your eyes widened. You wanted to shout, but you held your mouth shut and struggled up to the ground as your back and legs cried out agony for rest and warmth. You look to your right and saw a flickering light at the end of the tunnel of darkness. It hung over a steel door with a rusty knob. You ran towards it, ignoring the pain that ran through your body, you had to get out of this hell.

Charon’s tunnel was not the most pleasant places to be in and the unknown person whistling only made it worse. You stumbled towards the door and began fumbling with the handle. When you twisted it clockwise, you pushed it forward and crashed down on your chest on concrete that you were able to see clearly. In front of you were stairs made of metal that led up to a light. Perhaps it was to first floor for you was sure you fell down to the last floor.

When you got up, you shut the door tight and proceeded up the stairs. It took a good amount of ten seconds when you reached the top and saw a massive quarter full of cell blocks. Your heart sank, realizing how this area was by far not the safest place to be in. There was some lighting but most of the areas were swallowed up by darkness. The area carried the same smell the floor down the stairs did.

You jumped in fright once you heard the sound of the door down the stairs opening and quickly hid in the shadows that were closest to an open cell that had a light turned on. The sound of the person’s footsteps echoed every time he took a step on the rusting steel steps. When he, the whistler, finally came into the shine of the light in which his appearance was visible to see, all that you saw was a mid-age looking man wearing a bloody up officer uniform similar to the Blue Coats, but more of a higher ranks. His hair was gray and recklessly wavy with stains of blood and dirt. His brown skin was not so great either for there were cuts and dry patterns of mud and dirt.

“I smell you, dirty one.” His tone was not as settling as you would expect after he croaked out those raspy words.

You kept silent as he sniffed the air, his hair covered his eyes, but you could at least see a glint of dull blue through the thin lines. They were unsettling, reminding you of Pinkamena’s. The sound of metal slapping onto the ground up ahead in the darkness caught this strange man’s attention as he quickly walked off into the darkness, whistling his haunting tune. You let out a quiet breath of relief and limped out of the darkness to get a full view where you needed to go in order to escape this area.

You never been in this place before, but was fully aware of its existence. You went back to where you last were at before you plummeted into the Tunnel’s throat. When it soon came to you in a flash, you gulped and became suddenly worry of your situation. You was in the Cell Block floor where patients who murdered intentionally out from the pure point of insanity. You assume with possible reasons that any patient spotted walking around here was dangerous and best to hide and avoid any contact with.

Looking around once more, you spotted a destroyed stairway leading up to another cell block floor. A walkway, which was at the end of the board walk of the 2nd Cell Block floor, was a walkway that led to another floor on your right. You walked up those creaky steps and stopped at the last step looking up at the other half of the stairway that, perhaps, led you out of this prison-like-floor. You leaped up and grabbed the ledge, quickly pulling yourself up until you finally got onto the full steps. When you got up and proceeded up, you stopped and gasped at the sight of a naked male corpse crucified to the gate of a cell with white stained bloody cloths. Nails were embedded in his chest and down to his legs as blood dripped down to the ground.

You frowned at the site of the dead victim to the place’s madness and noticed a flashlight beneath his feet. Kneeling down, painfully, due to your sore body, you picked up and checked if it was working by turning the switch on. Surprisingly, it turned on, but was dim and required new batteries to be more efficient in the darkness you were planning on proceeding through. Making your way right and down the steel grated boardwalk, passing by the closed empty cells, you made it to the walkway that led to the other floor ahead of you.

You became glad once you spotted an exit sign above a cell. When you took your step first step on the walkway, it creaked and shook lightly, causing you to remain still. The walkway was not going to hold you up long enough to cross if you stood still for too long. So you limped your way quickly to the other side, earning a warning that one more cross would surely promise you a troubling collapse. Looking left, where the red arrow pointed, you turned off the flashlight and headed left down the metal grated boardwalk.

As you continue walking where the exit sign pointed you towards, you stopped after hearing a cough in a dark cell to your right. You stared into the darkness shock that there was an inhabitant in the cell still, believing most escaped their steel confinement and joined the other lost ones upstairs. But you were wrong when you saw pair of dull purple eyes staring at you gloomily.

“You, heh, I’ve seen you before. What brings a Goodie-to-shoes like you, here in this wallowing pit? Have you made the Blue Coats ill of yrs existence? Don’ wanna be a pretty princess whence you came from out there with all those shining things,” He said in a rough strange accent, “Come to think of it, I remember hearing ‘bout you out there with yr “accident.”

You became stunned, shocked that he would even know where you came from and what reasons brought you to this place. You wanted to leave, but you were unsure if his cell gate was lock and he was not going to hold a grudge against you for making him waste his breath. So you remained silent, not saying a single word, but just staring at those glowing eyes of a imprison man.

“But that does not matter now, does it? You left all that stuff behin’ and replace’em with this. Why is that girl after you? I think I know why. It’s those eyes of yrs that you carry around a lot. Maybe that there aura you carry around, too. Nothin’ gonna explain clearly what she wants with you, but there is something bright and shiny that you have on you. Yr soul? Yr heart? Yr skin? Yr eyes? Yr tongue? Yr body? Yr existence?” He soon started to move around and turned on a lamp in his cell. You blinked in surprise finding a small, kid-sized, man in there, wearing nothing but ruffle up pants. You were staring at a pale skinned child, but his voice spoke differently of your perception. In his cell, you could see photos of people you remember seeing in the town of Ponyville. One girl, that looked like Pinkamena’s age, had rainbow long hair, the other that own an Apple Acre Farm, and another, which seemed too foggiest like the others, a woman that worked with her sister at a rock farm somewhere near Manehatten. The rest remained unclear, but you put your attention on the boy sitting on a mattress next to his lamp.

“I’m one of those with them cases called Dwarfism,” he said stretching, before pushing back his wavy black hair behind his ears. He got off the mattress and walked to the toilet, reaching in with his right arm, before pulling out a pair of batteries. Once he walked in front of the gate, he held out the pairs of batteries; four triple As, “you might need that for your flashlight. I saw you from there a mile away and couldn’t leave you using nothing but a crappy torch.”

You were hesitant in taking the batteries, but seeing how he did not open the gate, made you assume it was lock. You grabbed them quickly before digging them in your right pocket. He chuckled at your hasty movement and went back to sitting on his mattress. You started to wonder how he knew about you and why he had photos of those residents in Ponyville, but you had no time. You needed to leave and wish to not converse with the entrapped man within the cell.

When you proceeded down the walkway, you quickly empty the dying batteries and replaced them with new ones. Turning on the flashlight, you were relieved the batteries that man gave you actually worked. You could see clearly well on what was up ahead and saw a gate door at end of the boardwalk. Quickly limping towards it, you used the flashlight to guide you through the darkness, ignoring the closed cells and making it to the door that led to the other side to the other floor. You grabbed the handle and twisted it, but were drained of hope when it did not turn all the way. The door was lock and the keyhole that lock and unlock it had a broken key stuck inside of it. The door was impossible to open.

Suddenly, you felt a hard object hit your back, causing you to face-plant against the cold steel bars of the locked door before being chucked back to the metal floor. You groaned in pain, struggling to get up, but were greeted with the same hard object that smacked the side of your stomach. You coughed out painfully and looked at your attacker, but when you did, you started to panic in terror. It was the whistler that only smirked at you. Soon, lights on each section of the prison-like area turned brightly on and the cells you believed to be empty were full of patients banging on the locked gates that confined them from freedom. There hollering was violent as threats to kill you were clearly heard amongst their voices.

Looking back at the grinning man in a Blue Coat outfit, you started to painfully crawl back, using your left arm as a shield and right arm to pull you back. He started to whistle each time he took a long step forward, swinging that hard black baton that crashed down at your wrist, causing you to cry out in pain. “You will be surprise how many dirty fucks stood in his cage like a good dirt-bag. Those who were not so obedient were put down like a shit-face fucker! You might be one of them, but you have blood from the upper-floor as well as the cocksucker that escaped this place!” He yelled swinging another time down, this time at your stomach, knocking the air right out of you, halting your desperate attempt to distance yourself from him.

“But it’s okay, I don’t judge what blood you have, just you!” He yelled. Another time, he swung his baton down on the right side of your stomach, laughing hard before kicking you a few times with his dirty black boots. “You listen, fuck, this is my place!” He snarled after getting to the ground in your face. His dirty teeth or what was left of them bear at you before you was forced up from the ground by him and hit in the stomach by his baton, causing you to fall on your knees.

“THIS IS MY HAVEN!” He yelled after grabbing hair and pulling it back until he brought down the baton on your face. You became dizzy and in agony as you could have sworn your nose broke and one of your teeth went down your throat. The blow left you down, but that did not meant he was done with you. He picked you up and went pressed his forehead against yours as he pressed your back against the rail. “I can see why she wants you, but she has to get through me first!”

You had no time to react when he twirled you around with him and toss you over the rail. You crash landed on a pile of strange objects that sent a warm across your body. Soon, the stench of rotten decay filled your nostrils. When you finally regained your breath and ability to move your body functionally, you bolted back, stumbling over piles of dead bodies, corpses of both White Coats and Blue Coats. When your back pressed against metal bars, scarred arms came out from both ends, wrapping around your neck in a choke lock. You could see a dark skinned man yelling, “She sees you! She knows you! CURSED ONE! CURSED ONE!” You break free of his hold and struggled up to the ground. Looking to your left and right, you seek a way to escape this hellish confinement and spotted a door leading back down into the tunnels where you emerged from.

You started run, feeling adrenaline course through your body from the excessive fear induced in you. When you ran down the stairs, you heard sliding metal and steel against stone. Your heart race as your eyes widened in terror hearing a loud crowd coming from the light which you thought was sanctuary but only a mere false illusion of hope replaced by the malice insane existence of malevolent terror. You used your flashlight to guide you perfectly down the stairs and in contact with the steel door you closed.

You opened it and closed it hard before running down the tunnel that was shaped in a circle narrowed path. The cold feeling of the stagnant water returned to your feet as you continued down the terrible tunnel of god-forsaken-oblivion from which you prayed did not lead you into the grips of death. The mossy stone walls with cables stapled to the sides extended further into the darkness your flashlight only shined through little of until it was close enough to illuminate most of the area.

The sound of the patients yelling started to become slightly quieted. You could only hear small echoes but that was only it for it made you relieve that you manage to get away from that area. But your hope was sustained for you were still wary of that madman in the Blue Coat’s uniform. You never seen him before and just knowing the way he acted, he was one of these patients held like dogs in cages. You started to calm down as you saw a door that led into a generator room and figured it was best to hide there until everything calmed down, or at least settled down until you find a way out the place.

Once you entered the room, you saw a dead Blue Coat impaled to the wall by a lead pipe. How such a possible death like that could happen, was best left ignored. You had to worry about yourself for now on. Looking around, you spotted a vent and quickly headed over there, just before stopping in front of a first-aid kit screwed into the wall. You opened it and found only a bottle of painkillers with two rolls of bandage wrapping. You figured it was best to keep them just in case. Putting the two wrappings in your right pocket, you popped the cap open for the painkillers and took four pills. The pills could at least numb down the pain you sustained so far and allow you to proceed quickly to freedom.

Putting the cap back on and tucking the bottle of pills in your right pocket, you opened the vent gate and entered the square shaped metal tunnel. You were a good fit, surprisingly, but you were not too keen on its hot temperature that made you sweat instantly. You began crawling, using your flashlight to lead you through the dark. It only took a few minutes for you to stop once you spotted a path up ahead and light outside a vent gate. Turning off your light, you started heading over there, only to freeze in front of it when you saw the door break open by the whistler in a Blue Coat outfit.

The room he broke into seemed to be an employee lounge, but ruined due to many chairs and utensils littered around. You watched as the man sniffed the air, licking his lips, before walking out of the room. You could have sworn he muttered, “I smell that fucker,” but decided to ignore the insult and proceed back until you had a chance to make a turn down the other path. It did not take you long to find your exit out the air vent when you saw the flickering light at the end of it. Opening the gate, you crawled out and into a water-pump room. This was where they facilitated their water system and distributed throughout the entire building.

You looked around, before spotting the door. Opening the door, you peaked outside and looked around only to see complete darkness that shrouded both sides of the tunnel. You shined your flashlight at each side and spotted a ladder on the left. You sighed in relief, glad you found an exit out this tunnel-like-maze. Heading to the ladder, through the cold water, you climbed up for two minutes. The ladder was longer than you imagine, but it had paid off once you opened the metal lid that covered it and found yourself in a Boiler room. You remembered the Blue Coats mentioning that the boiler room was put above the last floor, but you never were given the reason why.

It did not matter for now as you started walking towards the door. Once you grabbed the handle, you twisted it right and pulled it back only to quickly move to the right until your back was against a fence. You dodged the blow of the madman in the Blue Coat’s outfit and quickly moved pass him after he stumbled to the ground in the attempt to attack you. The hallway you now ran down was narrowed, straight, and the elevator up ahead spotted. There was no other path but this one to take and you did not stop running until you got to it. When you did, you continuously smashed the button, hoping it came down in time to your aid.

You looked back and spotted the whistler running angrily towards you down the hall. You looked back at the button and pressed it continuously again before looking around for any object to block the man’s path. Seeing a soda machine, you went to its side and pushed it over, blocking the man’s path before the elevator finally came. You headed inside and pressed the second floor’s button fast and hard as the doors slowly closed. The man leaped over the machine and quickly thrust his baton that failed to stop the elevator as it fully closed. You could hear him banging on the other side before it silence after the machine box ascended.

You felt your heart calming down as you fell back against the ground, breathing heavily. You managed to make it to the elevator in time and alive and that was the best relief you can take for the moment as it stopped on the second floor. You got up from the ground and waited for the doors to open, but when it did, you gasped spotting most of the patients wandering the halls that littered with burning trash and bodies of White Coats. The sound of the elevator ringing once at the designated floor caught their attention as they all turned to you. The one, who grabbed you from the cell pointed at you with his right hand and grinned.

“The Cursed One!” He yelled as the others shouted alongside him. You quickly pressed the door floor’s button as they made their way to you. When the doors closed, you backed up against the wall and waited for the doors to open again, this time praying there was no danger on the other side.

Sadly, your prayers were never answer once the doors opened. When they opened, a baton swung down almost colliding against your face after you moved to the right quickly from it. You pushed the whistler against the wall before running out the elevator and into a new hallway that split in many paths, some you were too unfamiliar with. Your sense of direction was nullify by the sense of fear as you ran down the halls, taking rights and lefts, while feeling the rising heat of anger from the madman in the Blue Coat’s uniform yelling at you.

“FUCKER!”

No stranger were you from hearing these titles given to you. You did not halt or slow down, you continue running, even knocking things over in the process to stall him. But they were not enough to break his line of chase. You then spotted a split hallway up ahead. On the right was a stairway and on the left led further down a dead end in which a room resided at. The hallway on the right where the stairway resided was not the best of places to go for you saw patients with sharp objects break through the door, flooding the path, and running towards you.

Left, you ran down to, sweating in fear from the unspeakable imagining terror they would bring upon you if you were caught. Once you came in contact with the door at the end of the hallway, you opened it and closed it. You looked around for any sort of barricade and spotted only a tool cabinet for surgical items. You quickly pushed it until it blocked the exit. It was heavy, so it promised at least some sort of useful help to prevent any intrusion until you found another way out this surgical room.

They shouted angry to be let in and made threats that made your spine shiver. But they were not going to be able in getting in for now. But their persistence in hurting you promised something different, for their anger was what fed them strength to slam against the door, threatening to break it down. You believed they were capable of such so you hasted on your search out of room. You spotted a lift elevator, able to fit a person and quickly headed to it. Opening the gate, you managed to get yourself in it before pressing the down button and moving your arm quickly back in the small box. But nothing happened, confusing you.

Soon, unexpected by such timing, the door broke down causing the cabinet to collapse. The whistler and a few patients flooded in the room, running towards you with fury burning in their eyes. You closed the gate hard before any of their hard or sharp objects struck the steel wall that protected you from it. The elevator proceeded down to the second floor as directed and made a quick stop, causing you to sigh in relief. You only saw pitch black on the other side though, as you opened the gate and exited out of it. You gulped and turned on your flashlight to look around and spotted only a body covered in a bloody blanket, lying atop of a table. The sight was unsettling as you made your way to the exit, but before you made it, the body jumped up with frightening speed at you, slamming you against the wall, causing you to instantly get knock out. The last thing that echoed in your head before the darkness consumed you was the loud screeching man that played dead.

Soon, you started to hear again, but darkness still shrouded your eyes with the hot air that touched your body as you started to sweat. The sound of squeaky, rusty wheels echoed, along with the low hums coming from behind you. You felt your body latched to a chair with leather straps bounding your wrists and ankles to the cold metal. This sort of confinement caused you to panic as you looked around confuse, breathing heavily in the process. Soon, a door that creaked too loud opened and you were stop. Your confusion and state of panic was halted once you froze in fear from the worse voice you could possibly hear.

“Hello, my favourite one.”

Hope was on your thin line of death as the voice of Pinkamena echoed in the unknown room you were taken to.