Post by tootsieroll on Nov 1, 2012 1:22:09 GMT -5
(Tootsie Roll is tormented by the Bloom Doll, and the worst possible thing ever! Granny Sweet Roll!)
Tootsie Roll is slowly ambling down the halls of the hospital, she seems rather cheerful. The young mare loves to pop in now and then and head up to the birthing floor to peer in at all the baby ponies. They were all so cute! She is new in town so none of the nurses know her yet, oh but they will. She hums a soft tune as she trots towards the elevators.
And it is such a pleasant nursery too. Newborn foals crying, eating, or sleeping, each with diapers ranging from clean and dry to "CODE BLUE." In other words, it's a nice maternity ward.
Tootsie Roll’s smile widens as she approaches the glass and looks in, giggling at some, 'awwwwing' at others who fussed, and waving at the others. She stood, tilting her head this way and that, fawning over the newborn ponies.
A nurse soon comes into the maternity ward, carrying a new bundle. Something is odd about the nurse. She isn't... blinking. But still, she soon nestles the bundle in an empty bassinet and wraps it up. The nurse sees it fit to do some extra tucking before going to fetch a bottle.
Tootsie Roll watches the nurse and the little bundle of fabric, smiling cheerfully as she waits to see what the new baby looks like. Is it an Earth Pony? A Pegasus? A filly or a colt? Oh! It's so exciting!
The nurse returns, setting a bottle next to the baby and wheels the bassinet closer to the window. *This* is when things seem to go undone. It's a new kind of pony: Ragdool pony! The creepy, unsettling Bloom Doll looks neatly tucked in. Just laying eyes on it likely gives poor Tootsie Roll a very icy shiver.
Tootsie Roll finds her eyes fixed on the doll, her smile shifting slowly to a look of disbelieving horror. Her tail sways behind her in an uneasy fashion as a feeling of terror grips her. An icy knot of fear forming in her gut. "W-What is this?"
Almost as if she could hear through the glass, a creepy voice... a corruption of Apple Bloom's own voice can be heard echoing through Tootsie's own being. (WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE?)
Tootsie Roll closes her eyes and shivers, slowly shaking her head as she trembles, "It's not real...it's not real...nothing so horrible could be real."
(REAL? YOU WOULD NOT TRUST YOUR OWN SENSES? YOUR OWN MIND... TOOTSIE ROLL?) The doll doesn't move, yet there is that feeling of... life from it somehow. She is, of course, more than capable of showing ponies how losing their mind feels. Without Discord in her own world, who could stop her from tormenting them? (YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR BACK.)
Tootsie Roll shakes her head again, trying to block out the voice, trying to distract herself, "You aren't real...how could you know my name!?" However a thrill of fear travels up her spine when the thing tells her that there is something on her back and she slowly turns her head and opens one eye to look...
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Perhaps she *is* imagining things. She could probably believe that if not for the tighter cold feeling enveloping her.
The teenage mare turns then to look back at the doll behind the glass, a look of uncertainty on her face, yet she can't pluck that small blossom of fear and doubt out of her hearts, "You see? There was nothing on my back...." She whimpers softly. Tootsie Roll scuffs a hoof and her pigtails bounce with the motion, "What are you anyway?"
But when Tootsie looks back, the doll is not in the bassinet? Where is it? Looking around one could see it... on one of the waiting chairs, almost leisurely resting there. (YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR BACK.) It reiterates again. This time... there is a tickly. Something walking there?
Tootsie Roll freezes, her whole body stiffening and her fur nearly prickling in fear, slowly, slowly she turns her head again to look, her mind scramming at her not to, to just tear down the halls screaming for help. But she doesn't listen to it; the suspense is too much to bear. She has to look...
It's a black spider. A rather big one, crawling alongside the pony's back. IT saunters along as if it owns the place, then falls off of the pony. Another icy feeling... and the spider starts to grow... grow... lifting itself off its front four feet as it grows further, hiding its head once more. Until it's about twice the size of the poor pony. (YOU HAD SOMETHING ON YOUR BACK.)
Not a spider...anything but spiders. Tootsie Roll begins to back up as her mouth drops open, her eyes so wide the whites begin to show. Her mouth working soundlessly in stark terror, she backs up until her tails presses up against the wall behind her, then she begins to tremble uncontrollably. "G-g-go away please....please. Please please please? ...........please?"
The spider finally lands on all eight feet. "But *whyyyyyy?* Don't you like my stories? Let me TELL you something, those carriage rides sure are *murder* when you're in a hurry and you have arthritis! Oh my gosh! Is that YOU, tootie Fruity! I *swear* you grow four inches eery time I *see* you!" Yes, fillies and gentlecolts, the spider has the face and voice of Tootsie Roll's own grandmother: Sweet Roll. "How come you never write me any letters? I say, it *has* to be your mother!" The spider advances on the poor pony.
Tootsie Roll’s ears wilt back, her jaw dropping open a second time and her hooves going up to her head...all /four/ hooves. The young mare curling on the floor begins to scream! "NO CELESTIA! NO CELESTIA PLEASE NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her eyes fairly bug from her head as she wails in terror and torment.
"What *are* you screaming about? Honestly? It's like every time when you were a filly. Always screaming about something! I mean, I've known some ponies who could scream? When they were terrified and also, if your auntie is to be believed, in bed, too! Have you ever heard of such a thing? Screaming in bed? It's like ponies don't know what to expect when they sleep together these days! Oh, but don't get me *started...*" The spider is closing in, starting to weave some sticky silken thread. "But *my* you look cold. I'll make you a blanket right *now* dear!"
Tootsie Roll begins to drool on the floor, a vacant look coming into her eyes as the grandma/spider...thing comes closer while talking about what ponies did in bed together...it was like all the worst possible things wrapped up together and set on fire being lobbed at her from a catapult. She writhed, trying to get away, trying to reach the elevator doors, but like kryptonite used against Supermare...her strength was slowly being sapped from her by the abomination. "I'm not hearing this grandma....lalalalalalalala..." She struggled weakly against the thing.
The spider gives chase, but is semi-distracted when her knitting needle slips and she stops. "Oh horseapples! I can't believe I slipped again! I mean *honestly* I have been doing this for decades you would THINK they would make a needle that would keep the thread from slipping off!" The spider wads up the failed craft project and throws it to the side where it attached to a poor nurse's face. Flailing, the nurse falls over, trying to pull it off. "Oh, but what was I *thinking!* White isn't even your favorite color. IT's supposed to be *red* isn't it? Oh my stars, I could tell you so many stories about red thread and the first time your grandfather and I went on a date..." Fortunately the spider is too big to fit into the elevator as it closes around Tootsie.
Tootsie Roll huddles in the corner of the elevator, sobbing and stabbing the first floor button repeatedly with a hoof, "Why? Oh Celestia why? Why couldn't it have just been a giant spider? Why did grandma and auntie cinnamon have to talk about things like...like /THAT/?"
As the elevator descends, there is a loud THUD on top, and taptaptap. But most terrifyingly, the spider is *still* talking, though it's hard to make out what exactly she is discudding. Still, knowing she is still talking might be horror enough. That and the word "goiter" *was* clearly heard after all.
Tootsie Roll cringes on the bottom of the elevator, her eyes fixed on the small trap door. The spider couldn't get in no...The door on the top of the elevator was barely big enough to let a large pony through. But the thought of riding all the way down with grandma's FACE on that thing....NATTERING at her. Oh please Celestia don't let it find the latch! OHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASE... "G-Grandma! I-ah...I have an appointment at the spa! Y-Yeah! How bout you meet me there? We...we can have a girls day!" It was a desperate lie, maybe the thing would head towards the spa to meet her there...maybe she could slip away someplace it couldn't find her...
The tone from the spider changes to a generally positive, as if the spider has found this a most acceptable compromise. After several more seconds of griping about Celestia-knows-what other kinds of medical problems she is suffering through, the tapping gets more faint. The spider is going up the shaft. Perhaps she's going to see a doctor?
Tootsie Roll listens intently, even standing after a moment and placing her ear against the wall of the elevator and holding her breath to listen. Then she drops back down into a more normal stance and breathes a sigh of relief. Now...where would be a good hiding place from the horror? Maybe...maybe the Ponyville bank! Yes! She could lock herself in the vault! Sure there wouldn't be any air inside...but what was a little thing like lack of oxygen against the terror-that-prattled-in-the-night?
Tootsie Roll is slowly ambling down the halls of the hospital, she seems rather cheerful. The young mare loves to pop in now and then and head up to the birthing floor to peer in at all the baby ponies. They were all so cute! She is new in town so none of the nurses know her yet, oh but they will. She hums a soft tune as she trots towards the elevators.
And it is such a pleasant nursery too. Newborn foals crying, eating, or sleeping, each with diapers ranging from clean and dry to "CODE BLUE." In other words, it's a nice maternity ward.
Tootsie Roll’s smile widens as she approaches the glass and looks in, giggling at some, 'awwwwing' at others who fussed, and waving at the others. She stood, tilting her head this way and that, fawning over the newborn ponies.
A nurse soon comes into the maternity ward, carrying a new bundle. Something is odd about the nurse. She isn't... blinking. But still, she soon nestles the bundle in an empty bassinet and wraps it up. The nurse sees it fit to do some extra tucking before going to fetch a bottle.
Tootsie Roll watches the nurse and the little bundle of fabric, smiling cheerfully as she waits to see what the new baby looks like. Is it an Earth Pony? A Pegasus? A filly or a colt? Oh! It's so exciting!
The nurse returns, setting a bottle next to the baby and wheels the bassinet closer to the window. *This* is when things seem to go undone. It's a new kind of pony: Ragdool pony! The creepy, unsettling Bloom Doll looks neatly tucked in. Just laying eyes on it likely gives poor Tootsie Roll a very icy shiver.
Tootsie Roll finds her eyes fixed on the doll, her smile shifting slowly to a look of disbelieving horror. Her tail sways behind her in an uneasy fashion as a feeling of terror grips her. An icy knot of fear forming in her gut. "W-What is this?"
Almost as if she could hear through the glass, a creepy voice... a corruption of Apple Bloom's own voice can be heard echoing through Tootsie's own being. (WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE?)
Tootsie Roll closes her eyes and shivers, slowly shaking her head as she trembles, "It's not real...it's not real...nothing so horrible could be real."
(REAL? YOU WOULD NOT TRUST YOUR OWN SENSES? YOUR OWN MIND... TOOTSIE ROLL?) The doll doesn't move, yet there is that feeling of... life from it somehow. She is, of course, more than capable of showing ponies how losing their mind feels. Without Discord in her own world, who could stop her from tormenting them? (YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR BACK.)
Tootsie Roll shakes her head again, trying to block out the voice, trying to distract herself, "You aren't real...how could you know my name!?" However a thrill of fear travels up her spine when the thing tells her that there is something on her back and she slowly turns her head and opens one eye to look...
There doesn't appear to be anything there. Perhaps she *is* imagining things. She could probably believe that if not for the tighter cold feeling enveloping her.
The teenage mare turns then to look back at the doll behind the glass, a look of uncertainty on her face, yet she can't pluck that small blossom of fear and doubt out of her hearts, "You see? There was nothing on my back...." She whimpers softly. Tootsie Roll scuffs a hoof and her pigtails bounce with the motion, "What are you anyway?"
But when Tootsie looks back, the doll is not in the bassinet? Where is it? Looking around one could see it... on one of the waiting chairs, almost leisurely resting there. (YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR BACK.) It reiterates again. This time... there is a tickly. Something walking there?
Tootsie Roll freezes, her whole body stiffening and her fur nearly prickling in fear, slowly, slowly she turns her head again to look, her mind scramming at her not to, to just tear down the halls screaming for help. But she doesn't listen to it; the suspense is too much to bear. She has to look...
It's a black spider. A rather big one, crawling alongside the pony's back. IT saunters along as if it owns the place, then falls off of the pony. Another icy feeling... and the spider starts to grow... grow... lifting itself off its front four feet as it grows further, hiding its head once more. Until it's about twice the size of the poor pony. (YOU HAD SOMETHING ON YOUR BACK.)
Not a spider...anything but spiders. Tootsie Roll begins to back up as her mouth drops open, her eyes so wide the whites begin to show. Her mouth working soundlessly in stark terror, she backs up until her tails presses up against the wall behind her, then she begins to tremble uncontrollably. "G-g-go away please....please. Please please please? ...........please?"
The spider finally lands on all eight feet. "But *whyyyyyy?* Don't you like my stories? Let me TELL you something, those carriage rides sure are *murder* when you're in a hurry and you have arthritis! Oh my gosh! Is that YOU, tootie Fruity! I *swear* you grow four inches eery time I *see* you!" Yes, fillies and gentlecolts, the spider has the face and voice of Tootsie Roll's own grandmother: Sweet Roll. "How come you never write me any letters? I say, it *has* to be your mother!" The spider advances on the poor pony.
Tootsie Roll’s ears wilt back, her jaw dropping open a second time and her hooves going up to her head...all /four/ hooves. The young mare curling on the floor begins to scream! "NO CELESTIA! NO CELESTIA PLEASE NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her eyes fairly bug from her head as she wails in terror and torment.
"What *are* you screaming about? Honestly? It's like every time when you were a filly. Always screaming about something! I mean, I've known some ponies who could scream? When they were terrified and also, if your auntie is to be believed, in bed, too! Have you ever heard of such a thing? Screaming in bed? It's like ponies don't know what to expect when they sleep together these days! Oh, but don't get me *started...*" The spider is closing in, starting to weave some sticky silken thread. "But *my* you look cold. I'll make you a blanket right *now* dear!"
Tootsie Roll begins to drool on the floor, a vacant look coming into her eyes as the grandma/spider...thing comes closer while talking about what ponies did in bed together...it was like all the worst possible things wrapped up together and set on fire being lobbed at her from a catapult. She writhed, trying to get away, trying to reach the elevator doors, but like kryptonite used against Supermare...her strength was slowly being sapped from her by the abomination. "I'm not hearing this grandma....lalalalalalalala..." She struggled weakly against the thing.
The spider gives chase, but is semi-distracted when her knitting needle slips and she stops. "Oh horseapples! I can't believe I slipped again! I mean *honestly* I have been doing this for decades you would THINK they would make a needle that would keep the thread from slipping off!" The spider wads up the failed craft project and throws it to the side where it attached to a poor nurse's face. Flailing, the nurse falls over, trying to pull it off. "Oh, but what was I *thinking!* White isn't even your favorite color. IT's supposed to be *red* isn't it? Oh my stars, I could tell you so many stories about red thread and the first time your grandfather and I went on a date..." Fortunately the spider is too big to fit into the elevator as it closes around Tootsie.
Tootsie Roll huddles in the corner of the elevator, sobbing and stabbing the first floor button repeatedly with a hoof, "Why? Oh Celestia why? Why couldn't it have just been a giant spider? Why did grandma and auntie cinnamon have to talk about things like...like /THAT/?"
As the elevator descends, there is a loud THUD on top, and taptaptap. But most terrifyingly, the spider is *still* talking, though it's hard to make out what exactly she is discudding. Still, knowing she is still talking might be horror enough. That and the word "goiter" *was* clearly heard after all.
Tootsie Roll cringes on the bottom of the elevator, her eyes fixed on the small trap door. The spider couldn't get in no...The door on the top of the elevator was barely big enough to let a large pony through. But the thought of riding all the way down with grandma's FACE on that thing....NATTERING at her. Oh please Celestia don't let it find the latch! OHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASEOHPLEASE... "G-Grandma! I-ah...I have an appointment at the spa! Y-Yeah! How bout you meet me there? We...we can have a girls day!" It was a desperate lie, maybe the thing would head towards the spa to meet her there...maybe she could slip away someplace it couldn't find her...
The tone from the spider changes to a generally positive, as if the spider has found this a most acceptable compromise. After several more seconds of griping about Celestia-knows-what other kinds of medical problems she is suffering through, the tapping gets more faint. The spider is going up the shaft. Perhaps she's going to see a doctor?
Tootsie Roll listens intently, even standing after a moment and placing her ear against the wall of the elevator and holding her breath to listen. Then she drops back down into a more normal stance and breathes a sigh of relief. Now...where would be a good hiding place from the horror? Maybe...maybe the Ponyville bank! Yes! She could lock herself in the vault! Sure there wouldn't be any air inside...but what was a little thing like lack of oxygen against the terror-that-prattled-in-the-night?