(Sorry. Went for dinner.) Flitter leaned against him. "There was something.." she murmured, but said no more. Brisk nodded. "Thanks, Narrow." she mumbled, almost like she was in a dream.
Bolt put Flitter in their bedroom. He was feeling particularly paranoid after the incident. "I think I could use a power nap." He said. He called guards to the door and didn't even lay down all the way. He just kept one hoof of his on one of Flitter's. "We're safe...hopefully you sleep well." He whispered. He decided to go into the built-in office and write. He wrote to himself: If Flitter dies, you follow her, and you do it with a damn high amount of pride and glory. Vengeance is the last thing a mourning soul should feel. He dated the note and laid back down, sleeping lightly so Flitter would wake him up if she awoke.
Bolt sensed a spike in Leaf's emotions. He used a telepathy spell. "Leaf, are you guys alright? Flitter's asleep, but you know my room's on the top floor with a skylight, so I can probably make it there without waking her up." He said.
"They chatter.. Noisily. Noisy.. Noisy. Noisy.." she murmured. "Talking, Narrow. Insisting. They don't.." she began, putting her hooves to her ears. "Shut... up!" Flitter was experiencing something similar. But instead of explaining, she was cursing slightly in her sleep. "@#$&.. Get.. out.....*$!$.. I..."
Bolt turned. "I shouldn't do this...but I'm going in." He said, warping into Flitter's mind. "Flitter, I'm sorry. Something's not right and I wanna find out what it is!" He told her. He went to the left, where millions of screams were heard. "What in the hell? I can't blast them...I don't know what they are. Come on, Flitter, wake up. I need you to guide me here." Bolt wiled
Bolt yelled telepathically at Leaf. "What the hell is going on with them?!?! Flitter's mind is filled with these crazy clear ponies! They're all screaming so loud my ears are almost bloody!!! Do you know anything?!?!"
"No. I... I'm..." Narrowleaf said through whimpers. "S-something's wrong! I'm starting to dissolve...!"
Brisk looked at him with clear eyes. "Don't.. no.." she started to say. Then her eyes went vacant again, and she continued to cringe to the screams. Flitter's mind was a mess. It all seemed to be coming from the archway where the mumbles had come from.
Bolt decided he would have to take the problem onto himself. "Hey! Get out of here before I send you on a one way trip to hell!" Bolt yelled at the ponies. They stopped screaming and floating and all landed, encircling him several times over. "Great. Looks like we're doing this my way then, huh?" Bolt said. The ponies moved closer. All of the sudden a flare of energy shot off of Bolt, scorching the front line. "Anypony else?" He asked
The ink around Narrowleaf completly disolved, revealing his pony body. "Brisk... I'm sorry..." He said, turning around so he would hit the ground first. When he did hit the ground, he blacked out.
The chants could be heard clearer now. They seemed no fear whatsoever, though. "Box, Box, Box, Box, Box..." Brisk grabbed his hoof, and fell unconcious, cradling his body.
"The box...Alright! OUTTA MY WAY!" Bolt said, igniting himself and charging through the line of ponies. "I'm gonna take that box out of her head, and they'll all follow me out. And then I'll kill them all." Bolt plotted. Flitter said she didn't know about the box, after all.
