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"I ran away..." Knick said to himself as he looked up at the ceiling from his bed. "I ran away like a scared little colt. I thought I was getting tougher..." After retreating from the horrible beast in the dark alley way Knick was pondering what exactly was he supposed to do? The monster he'd seen was far too big for him to fight and if it hadn't been for the sturdy metal gate and the fact he hadn't opened it all the way when he first got there he'd be dead right now.

Still what was he supposed to do? One injured pony with a baseball bat and a lantern wasn't much of a threat to a giant monster that snaps up adult ponies in its jaws. He doubted he could fight it off with such a weapon and he knew his own body wasn't strong enough to battle something like that. "Maybe if I was Tough Odds or Spring Shade I could figure out a way around that thing. Maybe Annie's dad is right, I am a weak excuse for a stallion." He rolled onto his uninjured side and sighed.

This shouldn't have been bothering him this much. Knick was trapped in his own personal hell and being brave and fighting monsters was not something he should be having a dilemma over. Survival was what was important right now. But with his courage had left his hope ran away with it. Now he was a sad little pony laying on a bed feeling even more miserable than before. "If only I was stronger. Or even smarter, then I could figure out a way around that thing and into the city." It was presumptuous thinking since he had no idea how many of those beasts might be in that town. He could have a whole city filled with pony corpses strewn about by horrible, vicious dog beasts. Not even corpses, just pony meat thrown to the walls by their jaws. He hugged himself thinking of the horrible scene back at the alley way.

"Pony meat... no. There's no way." He sat up suddenly when the dark idea crossed his head. It made sense in a way but the thought was disturbing. In the kitchen there was a slab of meat he couldn't identify from that train yard. Through that hole there was a terrible monster that delighted in eating ponies. It almost fit together, like a puzzle. "If you start to acknowledge that you'll go insane." He was already walking that line carefully as it was. The idea this was all one huge, horrible, elaborate puzzle he was supposed to solve was too difficult to comprehend. That would mean there was purpose to all of this, or at the very least a goal set by somepony. Somepony that could control his very fate.

Focusing on the immediate problem to get his mind off the looming one, Knick got off the bed and headed towards the bed room door to go downstairs. He stopped suddenly though when he heard hoof steps that didn't belong to him. His eyes widening Knick dropped his whole body to the floor on instinct making sure what ever might be downstairs didn't see him. He listened on terrified as the steps walked loudly until finally they just stopped. He waited but no other sound came.

Finally working up the courage Knick rose to his hooves and proceeded carefully down the stairs. He looked around not seeing much of anything out of the ordinary. All the items he'd left on the store counter were still there, the shelves were all still dusty and old, the display of educational materials was still horrible and evil. Actually it looked surprisingly more horrible and evil than before. The wood looked of an awful color on the cabinet where all the items sat and there were blood stains on the protractor as if it had been used to stab someone. The abacus itself that had started this mess looked fine funny enough. Knick inspected farther up and that's when he saw the source of the noise. "Oh what the hay is all this?"

There were hoof prints on the walls, on the ceiling, going into the store. It was like a pair of the horseshoes that had been hanging on the wall had decided to go for a stroll. He'd be laughing if it weren't for the fact that they were probably possessed by something awful. Knick followed the path of dirty horse shoe prints through the store and weaved in and out of the shelves to see where it was taking him. He stopped when he saw the prints had walked down back to the floor and seemingly disappeared behind a book case.

"Wait... wait just a second here." Knick got closer to this book case, looking at the top row. "That can't be a coincidence." There was a wide open space for more books to be placed into the top shelf, but on either side it was already filled perfectly from top to bottom with two books. On the left there was a white book with a purple type face that read "Giving You What You Need" and opposite from that was another book of the same size. This one was pink with a deeper pink for the text that read "How to Laugh the Blues Away". He looked over the books carefully before conceding as to what this must have meant.

Knick walked back to the store counter and grabbed the books he'd retrieved from the freezer and from the evil cabinet. Taking them back to the book case he slid them in carefully to find that they fit perfectly and went along with the set just fine. Looking them over he guessed there had to be room for at least two more.

Moving through the shelves back towards the store counter he stood there thinking things over carefully. Anger was swelling up inside of him and he grit his teeth feeling the pent up emotions come to a boil. Turning around Knick Knack let out a shout as he bucked the store counter with his back hooves, knocking the candle off it onto the floor. "I hate you!" Knick screamed as he bucked the counter again making the wood crack. "I hate you!" He screamed again bucking the counter harder and harder. "I hate, hate, hate you!" He hit the counter one last time, sending the wood splintering through to the other side and collapsing onto his haunches. "What do you want from me!? Why are you doing this!?" Of course only silence in reply.

"Why... what is the meaning of all of this? It doesn't make sense!" He knocked a row of toys off of one of the shelves and watched them hit the floor. "Why put me through this torture? Why all the pointless puzzles!? This isn't a game, it's my life!" Knick hit another row of toys and fell to the ground with them, feeling similar to the discarded items. Right now he felt like he was just somepony's play thing. "This is my life..." The words were heavy and kept him down on the floor. Until finally he picked himself up again. He had to play the game, this was his life.

He proceeded into the kitchen to find that the refrigerator was looking as terrible as the cabinet. It wasn't just rusted now, there was a dried red liquid that seemed as if it had poured out of the base of the fridge onto the floor and there were stains of what seemed to be dried blood on the outside as well. Who knew what pony it belonged to. Opening the door to the fridge Knick was greeted with the sights and smells he'd been dreading.

The package of meat was still sitting there, looking fresh despite its surroundings. The rest of the fridge had meat and what looked like organs spread around inside. There was a bag at the bottom of the fridge that was pulsating as if it had a heart beat. Knick reached inside quickly and pulled out the package wrapped in twine, finding it was cold to the touch as if the fridge had kept it fresh this whole time. Setting it aside he closed the refrigerator door and stared at the appliance in dread. How long before all of this spread to the rest of the house?

Knick placed the wrapped meat into his ever present saddle bag and walked upstairs, leaving behind the mess of his tantrum. Let his mysterious torturer clean it up for all he cared.

Heading into his room he grabbed the essentials; the lamp with his teeth and the baseball bat with his tail. The house key and the watch were still in his bag as he'd never taken them out. Knick walked back to the bathroom feeling the cold air blow on him from the hole. "Here we go again." To the answer to a puzzle, or an ironic death. He didn't know anymore but he'd play along. This was his life now.

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"I ran away..." Knick said to himself as he looked up at the ceiling from his bed. "I ran away like a scared little colt. I thought I was getting tougher..." After retreating from the horrible beast in the dark alley way Knick was pondering what exactly was he supposed to do? The monster he'd seen was far too big for him to fight and if it hadn't been for the sturdy metal gate and the fact he hadn't opened it all the way when he first got there he'd be dead right now.

Still what was he supposed to do? One injured pony with a baseball bat and a lantern wasn't much of a threat to a giant monster that snaps up adult ponies in its jaws. He doubted he could fight it off with such a weapon and he knew his own body wasn't strong enough to battle something like that. "Maybe if I was Tough Odds or Spring Shade I could figure out a way around that thing. Maybe Annie's dad is right, I am a weak excuse for a stallion." He rolled onto his uninjured side and sighed.

This shouldn't have been bothering him this much. Knick was trapped in his own personal hell and being brave and fighting monsters was not something he should be having a dilemma over. Survival was what was important right now. But with his courage had left his hope ran away with it. Now he was a sad little pony laying on a bed feeling even more miserable than before. "If only I was stronger. Or even smarter, then I could figure out a way around that thing and into the city." It was presumptuous thinking since he had no idea how many of those beasts might be in that town. He could have a whole city filled with pony corpses strewn about by horrible, vicious dog beasts. Not even corpses, just pony meat thrown to the walls by their jaws. He hugged himself thinking of the horrible scene back at the alley way.

"Pony meat... no. There's no way." He sat up suddenly when the dark idea crossed his head. It made sense in a way but the thought was disturbing. In the kitchen there was a slab of meat he couldn't identify from that train yard. Through that hole there was a terrible monster that delighted in eating ponies. It almost fit together, like a puzzle. "If you start to acknowledge that you'll go insane." He was already walking that line carefully as it was. The idea this was all one huge, horrible, elaborate puzzle he was supposed to solve was too difficult to comprehend. That would mean there was purpose to all of this, or at the very least a goal set by somepony. Somepony that could control his very fate.

Focusing on the immediate problem to get his mind off the looming one, Knick got off the bed and headed towards the bed room door to go downstairs. He stopped suddenly though when he heard hoof steps that didn't belong to him. His eyes widening Knick dropped his whole body to the floor on instinct making sure what ever might be downstairs didn't see him. He listened on terrified as the steps walked loudly until finally they just stopped. He waited but no other sound came.

Finally working up the courage Knick rose to his hooves and proceeded carefully down the stairs. He looked around not seeing much of anything out of the ordinary. All the items he'd left on the store counter were still there, the shelves were all still dusty and old, the display of educational materials was still horrible and evil. Actually it looked surprisingly more horrible and evil than before. The wood looked of an awful color on the cabinet where all the items sat and there were blood stains on the protractor as if it had been used to stab someone. The abacus itself that had started this mess looked fine funny enough. Knick inspected farther up and that's when he saw the source of the noise. "Oh what the hay is all this?"

There were hoof prints on the walls, on the ceiling, going into the store. It was like a pair of the horseshoes that had been hanging on the wall had decided to go for a stroll. He'd be laughing if it weren't for the fact that they were probably possessed by something awful. Knick followed the path of dirty horse shoe prints through the store and weaved in and out of the shelves to see where it was taking him. He stopped when he saw the prints had walked down back to the floor and seemingly disappeared behind a book case.

"Wait... wait just a second here." Knick got closer to this book case, looking at the top row. "That can't be a coincidence." There was a wide open space for more books to be placed into the top shelf, but on either side it was already filled perfectly from top to bottom with two books. On the left there was a white book with a purple type face that read "Giving You What You Need" and opposite from that was another book of the same size. This one was pink with a deeper pink for the text that read "How to Laugh the Blues Away". He looked over the books carefully before conceding as to what this must have meant.

Knick walked back to the store counter and grabbed the books he'd retrieved from the freezer and from the evil cabinet. Taking them back to the book case he slid them in carefully to find that they fit perfectly and went along with the set just fine. Looking them over he guessed there had to be room for at least two more.

Moving through the shelves back towards the store counter he stood there thinking things over carefully. Anger was swelling up inside of him and he grit his teeth feeling the pent up emotions come to a boil. Turning around Knick Knack let out a shout as he bucked the store counter with his back hooves, knocking the candle off it onto the floor. "I hate you!" Knick screamed as he bucked the counter again making the wood crack. "I hate you!" He screamed again bucking the counter harder and harder. "I hate, hate, hate you!" He hit the counter one last time, sending the wood splintering through to the other side and collapsing onto his haunches. "What do you want from me!? Why are you doing this!?" Of course only silence in reply.

"Why... what is the meaning of all of this? It doesn't make sense!" He knocked a row of toys off of one of the shelves and watched them hit the floor. "Why put me through this torture? Why all the pointless puzzles!? This isn't a game, it's my life!" Knick hit another row of toys and fell to the ground with them, feeling similar to the discarded items. Right now he felt like he was just somepony's play thing. "This is my life..." The words were heavy and kept him down on the floor. Until finally he picked himself up again. He had to play the game, this was his life.

He proceeded into the kitchen to find that the refrigerator was looking as terrible as the cabinet. It wasn't just rusted now, there was a dried red liquid that seemed as if it had poured out of the base of the fridge onto the floor and there were stains of what seemed to be dried blood on the outside as well. Who knew what pony it belonged to. Opening the door to the fridge Knick was greeted with the sights and smells he'd been dreading.

The package of meat was still sitting there, looking fresh despite its surroundings. The rest of the fridge had meat and what looked like organs spread around inside. There was a bag at the bottom of the fridge that was pulsating as if it had a heart beat. Knick reached inside quickly and pulled out the package wrapped in twine, finding it was cold to the touch as if the fridge had kept it fresh this whole time. Setting it aside he closed the refrigerator door and stared at the appliance in dread. How long before all of this spread to the rest of the house?

Knick placed the wrapped meat into his ever present saddle bag and walked upstairs, leaving behind the mess of his tantrum. Let his mysterious torturer clean it up for all he cared.

Heading into his room he grabbed the essentials; the lamp with his teeth and the baseball bat with his tail. The house key and the watch were still in his bag as he'd never taken them out. Knick walked back to the bathroom feeling the cold air blow on him from the hole. "Here we go again." To the answer to a puzzle, or an ironic death. He didn't know anymore but he'd play along. This was his life now.