Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch16- Blackest NightLyra shifted to get comfortable, wishing for the first time since she became a doll that she hadn’t regained her sense of touch. For what felt like weeks she had been trapped in ice, unable to move, in the dark.
Twilight looked down as she shifted position. “Are you okay Lyra? I thought I might have lost you.” She managed a weak smile.
Lyra looked up and smiled back at her. “Yes, I’m just glad you came back for me.” Her attempt to cheer Twilight up with a smile had failed.
She did little but look down at Lyra and began to frown. There was clearly something on her mind.
“Twilight, what’s wrong?” Lyra asked. She had been resting in bed with Twilight and Mac when the alicorn bolted out of bed.
“She’s coming,” Twilight said.
“Who is coming?”
Twilight growled, sensing the build up of power from across town. “Luna.” She got out of bed, leaving Mac and Lyra behind.
She flew down from her room to th
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch15- A Lavender UnicornAre my legs still there? I need to move them, I have to move them. No, they can’t move, they’re not there. It’s so cold, did they fall off? I need to twitch, kick, something!
Lyra felt the familiar cycle of despair, until it finally peaked. She let the numbness claim her and her mind drifted into oblivion. No fear nor hope, no conscious thought at all. The nothingness consumed her and offered a respite until Twilight found her.
The door opened up and Lyra didn’t want to risk getting her hopes up. She had only barely fallen into a trance and surely would panic if she started to think. Is that—no, don’t think. . .
A purple face came down and said something, but Lyra hadn’t been listening. It’s Twilight! I’m saved! Her hoof reached in, pushing Lyra’s cup back into the far corner of the freezer, before the door shut.
What? No! NO! Twilight, please! Lyra thrashed with all her might, not moving an inch. A
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch14- Scootaloo The Fugitive“This is ridiculous, how much longer are we supposed to wait?” Dash asked.
Vinyl lifted her head up from the park bench she was resting on. “It’s your plan. We have ponies all over town ready to help create a distraction. Octavia and Sprocket are expanding the escape tunnel, so unless you want to wait even longer this is our best bet.”
Dash paced back towards the unicorn. “We’ve been standing around all day! Scootaloo’s sitting on top of the door jam waiting for Twilight to visit. I even had time to tear down all the pictures from that corkboard master plan of hers.”
“Well you can try a sonic rainboom again.” Vinyl chuckled as she stretched out. “Because it totally makes sense how a little plastic toy can break the sound barrier.”
“Come on, I was really close last time! If I had a little more speed I could have broke it, and I’m fairly certain it could lower the force field.”
T. Dollhouse-Ch13- Braggart, The Fox, The PrincessSilver sighed, tearing another page out of the comic book. She wadded it up and threw it at the waste basket. It hit the rim, bounced into the wall, and fell down into the pile of missed shots. The waste basket was only half-full and she’d nearly torn all of Spike’s comics apart.
“Why did Twilight have to tell me to stay in here? This sucks. It’s not like I would tell Luna about our little secret.” She tossed the entire comic into the trash, grunting as it landed flat on top without going in. “I’m outta here, I’m going to play with the dolls.”
Silver walked to the door and opened it slowly. The house looked empty, so she quickly headed down to the basement. The door was locked.
“Darn, maybe I can read a book?” Silver looked at the bookshelf and saw books on everything from Quantum Mechanics to String Theory. “Or not. Maybe Lyra and Big Mac are in Twilight’s room!”
She ran up the stairs to
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch12- Pink Haired PonyTwilight’s mind raced as Luna’s accusation towards Applejack hit home. Her first thought had been to accuse the element of honesty when it had been Twilight the whole time. Applejack’s only fault had been acting rashly out of care for her family, even apologizing for having to use brute force to disable her magic. Now, not only was Twilight’s friend gone forever, she was posed to take the fall for everything Twilight had done. Despite her desire to protect her friend’s reputation, it provided her the perfect opportunity to deflect suspicion from herself.
“Luna, you don’t think Applejack could be behind the disappearances, do you?” Twilight asked. She feigned as much shock as she could by widening her eyes.
“I have seen many good ponies do horrible things, given the wrong set of principles.” Luna looked out the window. "Sometimes the wrong emotions can get the better of you, even if you know deep down it's not right." She turne
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch11- Sparkling Princess“Take the carriage down at the farm,” Luna ordered. Her bat-winged royal guards lowered the chariot to the farm. Her personal escort of two guards made themselves comfortable as she went to the house.
Luna knocked, and waited. She knocked and waited longer. There were no ponies stirring in the farm house. Clearing her throat, she cast the small enchantment on her throat to generate the Royal Canterlot Voice. “Applejack! Thine Princess demands you answer thy door!”
After another minute of silence, she sighed. She was about to talk away and head to find Twilight when the door opened.
“Eh? You found a Jack doing incest with Azure mule thirty-four?” Granny Smith said.
Luna turned and nearly blew her eardrums out, before remembering to deactivate the Royal Canterlot Voice enchantment. “Granny, I am looking for Applejack. I had wished to send her to gather the others, while I speak to Twilight. Where is she?”
“Oh, Applejack! She sa
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch10- The Iron PonySilver walked into her room and closed the door, locking it behind her. This was a familiar routine to ensure she had privacy from Mother. An exciting night was planned for the crusaders. They were finally going to earn their cutie marks in witchcraft.
After setting down her saddlebags she went over to her victorian dollhouse. It was larger than the filly and sat on the ground. it split in two diagonally, revealing the many rooms inside the intricately detailed house. There were tiny plates, flowers, rugs, and even power outlets. Only the rich ponies, such as Silver’s family, could afford electricity.
Silver spoon pulled the Cutie Mark Crusaders out of her bag and set them next to her other dolls. Silver returned a moment later with a shoe box.
“Crusaders, meet the remaining members of my dollhouse: Krissy, Annie, and Janice.” She gestured a hoof to each one of them.
Krissy was a porcelain pegasus. Her coat had turned grey and scratched. Both ceramic wings had snapped
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch9- The Blank Flank FillyTwilight stared in shock as Dash refused to be her friend in front of all the ponies gathered before her. If she allowed the defiance to go unchecked, the others would soon be refusing too.
Twilight saw Rarity whispering to Spike and frowned. Her eyelid began to twitch as she heard one of them giggling. She tossed a glare out at the crowd, but they stopped their mockery before she could catch them.
“I’ll give you some time alone to think about that, Dash.” She grabbed the pegasus and Lyra with her magic and trotted off towards the prison. “I’m going to have some really delicious cake with everypony else and you’re not getting any.”
“You can’t force me to be your friend, psycho!” Dash screamed. “You promised not to hurt Scootaloo!”
“I gave you and Scootaloo a gift, Dash! The two of you can be sisters forever now! You’ve always been too thick-headed to realize when I do something nice for you.
Twilight's Dollhouse -Ch8- Orange Filly's IdolLyra felt like she had been trapped for weeks. Her mind went through familiar cycles. She would get the urge to move, to know her limbs were still there, yet she couldn't. The distress would grow until her mind shut down. Next, her mind would begin to ponder small nuances when she wasn’t gripped in fear. Should I consider this shivering, vibrating, or trembling? I can’t be cold, so I’d imagine it’s trembling. Yet, it’s too violent. . . I wonder if I can have a seizure?
Another wave of dread washed over her, numbing her mind. She made another attempt to stretch out to no avail, and withdrew further into herself to hide from the pain. She heard the door to the basement open. Twilight? No. . . it’s probably Bon Bon, come to mock me some more. Lyra began to cry again. I’m so sorry, Twilight. Please, come for me, find me. . . I can’t take it anymore.
The chest began to move, and Lyra found herself thrashing against the che
I Wanna Read Stories Like TheseI've already read:
Le Petit Four: https://docs.google.com/document/d/167ST-8XF3m9Ycswv_olcQAhF9jenQoNqOf4726-nSgY/edit?hl=en_US&pli=1
Little Bakery of Horrors: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7384339/1/Little_Bakery_of_Horrors
One Last Party Favor: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fFM0okDl9iX3473MFhzmmjxf499i4CrAlAD5m_PA-R4/edit?hl=en_US&pli=1
Rocket to Insanity: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qpJFUx-_SzDKEy7Ds7RHC-U92M-dWtkT_HgpMLRz-D0/edit?pli=1 (I've seen the alternate ending, too)
Rocket to Insanity Alternative Ending: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jtyqCgnlSZLoXZ76FFqET1MpBXkyivJFz3gJlHboT9c/edit?hl=en&pli=1
Dresses: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7420004/1/Dresses (I read this before Le Petit Four, and I liked it better than Le Petit Four)
Trixie's Funhouse: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Trixie's_Funhouse (I d