A simple, square black door sits opposite you, with a few clear panes set in it. You push yourself to your hooves and get a better look around. It's kinda dark in here - the only light is coming from outside the door, leaving you very little to examine the room by. It seems to all be the same black as the door. Even the floor - it feels particularly not-stone for a dungeon cell. If you had to guess by the grippy, slightly bouncy feel you get from walking on it, and the faint artificial odour hanging in the air, you'd say it was black rubber. Rubber? Why would anypony make a dungeon out of rubber?
Setting aside this question, you trot up to the door and try to get a look outside. The corridor is made of stone alright, but all of the doors are the same soft, glossy black. Even the clear parts seem to be the same material. You bat the door with a hoof to test its strength - it feels heavy, like the rubber is set over a sturdier frame. The seal looks worryingly airtight, however, and you aren't entirely sure how you're supposed to breathe in here for any great length of time.
A face scares the life out of you as it appears suddenly at the door. You jump back and land on your rump with a grunt. You have to admit, that actually felt kind of good down there. With a muted click, the door swings open, and you can see the pony at the door properly. Princess Celestia looks you over with a stern, serious expression.
"I trust you know why you're here?" she asks. You nod, just a tad nervous. "Come with me." She steps back from the door to one side, leaving you room to exit. You hesitate, but eventually comply. She starts walking behind you, and you're not one to argue with that instruction. The corridor is rather long, and all these doors look the same - coupled with your anxiety about where this is going to lead, it makes this walk feel like forever. "We have a special disciplinary procedure for infractions such as yours." Her banter does little to ease your nerves.
"Wh-what... kind of..."
"You will know." You choose to remain silent for the rest of the trip. It almost feels like a walk of shame - as if the doors you pass by are windows to a mocking audience. Or at least they would if they looked like anything other than lifeless black squares.
Eventually, you reach a break in the monotony. At the end of the corridor, you reach a tall black door with an arch at the top. A metal handle hangs off the side, which the Princess grabs with her magic, swinging the door open to reveal...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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