(Edit added on 10/25)
I can't believe I'm actually going to try and make a short series from this. And I can't believe I have to go to such lengths to get people to see the secret at the end of this.
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I promised myself I'd never do this. But I might as well do this one to test the waters with my audience to see who would want to read another one after this. The only description of you I need to give is that your coat is brown and yer mane is jet black. And you have an orange prison jumpsuit. Why? Because you're in prison.
None of the source materials belong to me.
Enjoy I know I probably won't
You were lying on your bed in your cell, alone just the way you liked it. Every time the warden tried to throw another pony in there with you they would later be found dead with multiple stab wounds. He's not smart enough to realize he should stop giving you combs. Anyway you were lying there when the warden threw a new inmate in there with you. The mare was just lying there, unconscious.
(Y/N): Wow. He really picked this cell? Sure, she'd be raped in any of the others but I'm probably going to get sick of 'er in a day or two and shank them.
You laid your head on the slab again and closed your eyes.
(Y/N): Only time will tell.
When you opened your eyes you felt your own shiv being put to your throat. Looking at the now very conscious unicorn mare you caught on that she was the one threatening you.
(Y/N): You're more forward than my other cellmates, usually they wait a week before trying to kill me.
????: Where am I.
(Y/N): Put the comb down so we can talk like civilized ponies.
She glared at you and reluctantly lowered the shiv.
(Y/N): You're in a prison run by an undead behemoth who will beat you into a gooey pulp that'll be mixed into Thursday's stew if you're caught trying to escape.
????: Why am I here?
(Y/N): Ask the warden. Can I have my shiv back?
????: Why should I give it to you?
(Y/N): Because I can tell you want to get out of here as soon as possible and I can help. Also, if one of the guards catches you you'll be tied to a rotating post for three days.
She gave you a look of distrust until realizing you weren't lying to her and dropping the comb at your hooves. You hastily hid the makeshift weapon as one of the guards walked past. When he was out of earshot you continued your conversation.
????: You can help me get out?
(Y/N): I've been planning an escape for two months and I've almost got everything worked out.
Before you could continue you were interrupted by a new voice above you yelling, presumably at one of the guards, from the voice alone you guessed it was a he and one with a thick southern accent at that.
????: LET ME OUT OF HERE I DIDN'T DO NUTHIN'!
Following that one you heard another voice unfamiliar to you, another male but his voice leaned towards a military background.
????: WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND PISS DOWN THE STUMP!!
All the color in your cellmate's face drained after hearing them.
(Y/N): I assume you know who those voices belong to?
????: They're my friends.
(Y/N): Friends? Really? You, a mare, managed to befriend two bucks in the wasteland? (looks at her rear)
