Author's Notes:

>2nd-pov
>serious

I tried my best to make this "serious". But hey, I had a great time writing this abominable masterpiece.

The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. You, Deluxe, however, were in the basement of your mother’s home. Deep in the anti-social cave you took refuge in, you sat behind a computer screen. You looked at such gorgeous ponies. Many in socks, bikinis, nothing? Oh my!

“Oh… yes,” you say, admiring such of the complexity of complex plexions. You touched yourself so well in the back since your back had quite of an itch. With a scratch, you groaned in pleasure. The relief over the body made you shudder. Oh such wondrous feeling! Then you remembered. Your mommy and family weren’t home for the rest of the night. A sly smile appeared on your wondrous face before the clash of thunder struck. The heavens above streaked lightning across the sky, making the sunny day no more. You smiled. You love the sound of thunder. You love the rain. In that thought, the power shut off by the gnashing teeth of the storm above.

“Fuck,” you thought, looking in the eyes of total darkness. You reached into your pocket for your smartphone and clicked the power button. Huh. Nothing. Your phone refusal to turn on made you groan in frustration. “Well, I have to find my out of here,” you say, standing straight up. You held your hand out in front of you and saw nothing. Blinking, there was nothingness. Just darkness. Everywhere. Luckily, you know where the door was. Right behind you. Searching for the cold door knob, you turned it to only see more infinite darkness. But you knew that near your left would be stairs up to the kitchen above. Step by step with your hands out in front of you, the sound outside the house rumbled the bowels of the house.

You walked upstairs, with your bare feet leaving condensation on the chilled wooden floor. However, upon reaching the top, the roar of thunder clashed. You jerked in surprise, feeling as if the storm was inside the house. “Sweet Gandhi tits,” you say to yourself. Of course, you realize it was just a storm and brushed it off your shoulders.

The storm was just a beautiful display of nature. The rain pattering the windows of your home comforted you. The water dripped with each drop, accompanied with the loud clap of thunder. You pulled out your phone and clicked on the power button.

Nothing.

In the flash of lightning, the loud crack of light from the skies above assisted you in finding a light switch. The image of the kitchen embedded in your mind, with the onsetting darkness closing in on your eyes. Putting the phone back into your pocket, the vibrations of nature shook the house. You felt the walls close to you and groped for a exposed switch. The cold walls were smooth, yet had a rough texture. Soon, your fingers found the switch. You flipped it.

*click*

*click*

*clic-click*

Nothing.

You groaned again and took out your phone. It was still dead. Defeated, you sulked your head and sighed. Now what could you do?

A rumble in the sky soon ceased, leaving you in complete darkness and silence. You couldn’t see anything and hear anything at all.

“Bullshit,” you mutter under your breath, putting your hands in front of you, “There’s got to be at least-”

*CRACK*

The oven in the kitchen caught a spark and made an orb of light blue light. The cerulean-white light engulfed the room, almost blinding you. You put your arms in front of yourself to shield from the light, but it was just too bright. An ominous force began to suck you closer to the oven before a powerful force sucked you into the oven.

What you felt next was the taste of colors and the feeling of space in your arse.

You screamed your lungs out as you felt heat and the chilled cold press against your chest and head. This was hell. You were going to die. However, it all stopped of the sudden. You found yourself in a confined small box too small to move around it.

“What?” you say to yourself putting a hand in front of your face. It was something hard. Tough. Something that was hard and tough.

“Where the hell am I?” you say out loud, looking around in darkness. What was tripping you what was how you could see your scrunched up body in a pitch black void. The hand pressing up against nothing also started to make you wig out. Since you also had claustrophobia it made the situation much better for you. The chest cavity of your upper body began to hyperventilate of your large body mass. You pound your fists in nothingness and just wanted to get out. What gave you superhuman strength all of the sudden was a sharp burn on your ass cheek. It hurt.

You let out a weird shout that sounded like a mix between a yackle and a cat-moose and cracked the glassy void. Your fists then cracked space itself and a light engulfed you.