What Happened to Everypony? (The Roleplay)

[PrinceRashallFiremane]

Rashall took a mouthful of the liquid not quite trusting it.

[SM-DL-LS]

(Way to get the 100th reply)

"As we are waiting for everypony else to take their dose, we shall start with you." Snow said pointing at Orange Bolt, "But let me warn you, this will be a very painful process, yes the potion I just gave you will knock you out once the pain reaches a certain level, but it will still be highly excursating."

[Proxy]

"I can handle i- AHH MY WING! AHH! MY OTHER WING!" The pain from the potion was attacking Orange's wings. " How much longer will this last? Ow, ow, ow."

[SM-DL-LS]

"That's not what's supposed to hurt." Snow said worriedly, "This is." her horn started glowing, along with the royals, and Orange was wrapped in a feild of magic, along with a pain that was worse than anything he's ever felt before.

[Proxy]

The pain was getting stronger. Finally Orange fell unconscious like Snow said he would. He started having dreams of his memories.

[Placidzone]

Tim began to notice the light had started to dissipate. The place where Spike was once standing was now vacant. Tim jumped up and ran to the door, just then he stepped on something... Cruncchhh!! The sound of wood being crushed sounded through the now darkening room. Upon further inspection the sound came from bones on the floor. The light was now completely out, and the room began to shift. Changing, distorting into... Horror. The nice and sturdy tables, some still standing but singed, were now broken. The stairway falling in on itself, while a hushed breathing sound echoed through the whole room.

"Spike? This is not funny!" Tim barked, while no response came.

The sound drew closer to where Tim was standing until it was right in his ear. Fear slowly creeping down his spine as hot, moist breath could be felt on his back. Too big to be the same baby dragon that he had seen earlier, this being was as tall as him. Tim's heart raced and his mind went blank, doing all that he could think of, he bucked the thing behind him and relished the moment when the sound of the "Thump!" meant that he made contact with whatever it was. His only impulse told him to run.

On the way to the door something caught his leg, a sharp pain now, like some object penetrating the leg. "I should have ended you all!!!" A voice came from the darkness. opening the door a small shimmer of moonlight was now shining on the figure. A bloody,grey stallion with a red and black mane now lie there glaring knives at Tim. Tim ran into the night before coming to a halt in the town square in front of the Town Hall. His surprise had come once again to find out that his leg was unscathed, no protruding object, and no wound. Feeling himself collapse, Tim fell asleep.