Post by waxworks on Sept 7, 2017 2:07:12 GMT
"Y-yeah, show us the ghosts," said the second Rusty, albeit with significantly more worry in his voice.
Cobblestone looked back at his friends, considering thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know if there are any ghosts living in here..."
As he spoke the already dim lighting crackled viciously and the entire room dropped into a pitch darkness. Hesitantly, the lights re-established themselves, at the same time revealing a bronze statue of a pony frozen in a grasping position immediately behind Cobblestone.
One of the two Rusties immediately began making a series of nonsensical noises.
"Huh?" Cobblestone turned around, nearly banging his face on one of the rigid, bronze hooves. "OH! Hi Dropforge! Everyone, this is Dropforge, they're usually in the basement but I guess sis let them out to run around. Um..."
He stared at the statue for a moment as if trying to remember something, then brightened cheerfully. He hopped over towards a table and a rather severe portrait of a young mare with a mane the color of freshly churned butter, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be staring directly at the two Rusties. "And this is Faint Glory! Hi Glory! And I think Cellar Door is somewhere around here too."
Cobblestone turned to look at an empty hallway that disappeared into an oppressive, all-consuming darkness, and with a wave of his hoof whispered, "hello Cellar Door."
There was no response to this, save for the sensation of the house shifting uneasily. Turning back towards his mirror-image friends, the little black colt smiled brightly, "everyone, this is my friend Rusty! Aaaand... my other friend... Rusty!"
The painting remained a painting staring in the direction of the two identical colts. The bronze sculpture remained frozen in its grasping position, as if at any moment it could lock its cold hooves onto Cobblestone's face. The hallway seemed to get slightly darker.
"Come on, I think sis is in the theater," chirped Cobblestone, happily trotting across the thick, dusty carpet towards the decrepit box-office facade that intruded upon the lobby.
With an expression of 'are you seriously considering this?', Pincer turned to look at Rusty, showing him what his own face would look like if he were as worried as Pincer was at this very moment.
Cobblestone looked back at his friends, considering thoughtfully. "Well, I don't know if there are any ghosts living in here..."
As he spoke the already dim lighting crackled viciously and the entire room dropped into a pitch darkness. Hesitantly, the lights re-established themselves, at the same time revealing a bronze statue of a pony frozen in a grasping position immediately behind Cobblestone.
One of the two Rusties immediately began making a series of nonsensical noises.
"Huh?" Cobblestone turned around, nearly banging his face on one of the rigid, bronze hooves. "OH! Hi Dropforge! Everyone, this is Dropforge, they're usually in the basement but I guess sis let them out to run around. Um..."
He stared at the statue for a moment as if trying to remember something, then brightened cheerfully. He hopped over towards a table and a rather severe portrait of a young mare with a mane the color of freshly churned butter, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be staring directly at the two Rusties. "And this is Faint Glory! Hi Glory! And I think Cellar Door is somewhere around here too."
Cobblestone turned to look at an empty hallway that disappeared into an oppressive, all-consuming darkness, and with a wave of his hoof whispered, "hello Cellar Door."
There was no response to this, save for the sensation of the house shifting uneasily. Turning back towards his mirror-image friends, the little black colt smiled brightly, "everyone, this is my friend Rusty! Aaaand... my other friend... Rusty!"
The painting remained a painting staring in the direction of the two identical colts. The bronze sculpture remained frozen in its grasping position, as if at any moment it could lock its cold hooves onto Cobblestone's face. The hallway seemed to get slightly darker.
"Come on, I think sis is in the theater," chirped Cobblestone, happily trotting across the thick, dusty carpet towards the decrepit box-office facade that intruded upon the lobby.
With an expression of 'are you seriously considering this?', Pincer turned to look at Rusty, showing him what his own face would look like if he were as worried as Pincer was at this very moment.