Redheart's eyes snapped open, her body shooting to a sitting position. Frantically, she scanned her surroundings. She was in the hospital still, the overall whiteness of the room giving it away. She was currently on a bed situated in the middle of the perfectly squared room. The bed was clean, the walls bare, and the air cool. Confused, she swung her legs off the bed and stood. By instinct she tried to smooth the wrinkles in her white blouse and skirt as she moved to the only door from the room. The door was a dull, uninviting gray with a single circular window.

She placed a hand against the door, hissing at the coldness that the metal door gave off. Still, she left her hand where it was as she looked out of the porthole. On the other side of the door was a long, white walled hallway. Gurneys lined the side as medical staff stood about, conversing. The only door that Redheart could see besides her own was at the other end of the hallway.

Confused, she looked down at the door handle and twisted it... only to discover that the door was locked. Her confusion mounting, she looked back at the glass, hoping to call for help from the medical staff outside.

The only sound that came was a shocked gasp as her dilating eyes looked out of the window. The hallway, once well-lit by the overhead florescents, was now almost completely shrouded in darkness. Some of the lit areas flashed between light and dark as the above light flickered. The lit areas revealed a scene that made Redheart's stomach convulse.

Blood caked the walls and floor. Body parts were strewn about as if thrown from a child's toy chest. A ripped arm here, a half a torso there. In one of the flickering sections, she saw brief glimpses of a mainly intact corpse leaned against the wall. For all the world it looked as if they were just relaxing on the blood soaked floors but the head sitting in it's lap destroyed that assumption whole-heartedly.

All this lost Redheart's attention as she spotted something in the darkness close to the other door. Blacker than the black around it, she was able to make out the shape of a pony that was standing up. Their tail gently swished behind them as they stepped forward. The movement was awkward, as if the owner didn't quite remember how to walk. They continued this shuffle towards Redheart, who watched with growing horror.

“Hello?” she called, hoping they could hear, “Can you let me out?”

The pony stepped and swayed in place. It was at this moment that the light above decided to flicker on. What was revealed made Redheart clasp both hands over her mouth and take a step away from the door. The pony, if it could be described as that, was coated in enough blood to make it impossible to ascertain their coat color. It's lips had somehow been removed, showing a blood-stained grin. Pink flesh dangled from between it's teeth as it's intestines were poking out of a large slash in it's gut.

When the darkness returned, the mutilated pony restarted it's shuffle. Then it began to jog. Then it began to sprint. Then it screamed.

The scream echoed down the hallway and assaulted Redheart's ears with the same effect as nails on a chalkboard. Her ears folded in reflex but it did little to muffle the screech. She threw her hands onto her ears and pushed them into her head, succeeding in making the screech that much more bearable. That was when she realized that she was screaming in pain and fear. Her eyes had slammed shut and she could feel tears sliding down her cheeks.

SLAM!

The door rattled as the pony rammed into it. Redheart's screaming increased as she blindly scooted away from the door. Her mind envisioned the door buckling inward, allowing entrance for the... thing in the hallway. She saw it grabbing onto her legs and dragging her from the newfound safety of the room. She saw the headless corpse slowly changing to be her sitting against the wall, her head held in her lap.

“Let me in!” the thing squealed, “It'll only hurt a little!”

Redheart forced her eyes open to see the creature staring at her through the porthole. It opened it's mouth and let it's tongue fall out. It seemed impossibly long for a pony, a part of Redheart observed. The creature smacked it's tongue against the window with a flick of it's head. The tongue seemed to have a mind of it's own as it worked it's way across the window. Redheart watched, entranced, as the whole act seemed to be disturbingly sexual in nature. She gagged, however, when she spotted the blood that was mingled with the saliva.

After a minute of the display, the tongue fell from the window, allowing the creature to press it's face against the window. It locked it's crazed, deranged eyes on the frightened nurse. The grin it had making it look as if it was enjoying the horror it was causing the white-coated mare. Rearing it's head back, it slammed it into the window. A crack appeared.

It's eyes moved to the crack before moving back to the nurse. It began to laugh as it reared it's head back, only to slam it into the glass again. It did this over and over, each time the crack growing bigger. Each time, Redheart would shut her eyes tighter, hoping the horror would go away. The tears were running freely now as she whimpered quietly. She didn't want to die; not like this. She didn't want to be eaten by this horror.

“Psst! Hey! Nurse lady!”

Redheart kept her eyes shut, thinking it was just the creature talking again.

“Over here!”

This time, the nurse did open her eyes. She looked over at where the voice had come and just about screamed again. There, leaning out of an air vent, was the filly from the psych ward. Differences could be seen, however, the first of which being that this filly was responding to outside stimuli. The second being that her blood red mane was pulled back into a ponytail.

“Come on! Before the Nasty gets ya!” the filly cried, beckoning Redheart to follow before turning around in the vent and disappearing. A very brief mental argument occurred in Redheart's head before she hurriedly crawled after the filly. The smashing of the window made her crawl faster.

“It'll only hurt a little!” the thing cried before going back into it's insane laughter. This spurred Redheart to nearly dive into the vent, finding out all too late that it was actually a chute. Screaming, Redheart slid down the chute, aware of passing multiple junctions with other chutes. Finally, she was deposited in a pile of what appeared to be bed sheets.

“Jeeze,” muttered the familiar voice of the filly, “wake up all the Nasties why don't ya.”

Redheart, no quiet, looked out from the landing area to see the filly sitting on a desk chair, rubbing an ear with one of her fingers. Around the filly was a wide assortment of things. Food, toys, books, clothes, medical gear; all laid scattered about the area with little to no organization whatsoever.

What really caught the nurse's attention was the birdcage sitting atop one of the many tables in the room. Inside the birdcage was none other than a severed head... a still alive severed head.

The filly followed the nurse's slack-jawed gazed before turning back with a smile, “That's my friend!”

“Name's Whisper, m'lady,” stated the severed head matter-of-factly.

Redheart, her brain overloaded and her emotions overstressed, simply passed out amongst the pile of bedsheets.

"Well that was rude," muttered the filly with a huff.