Subway’s group of eleven shuffled to the right side of the room and got into two lines behind their leader. Following two by two, they frightfully waddled their way into the torch lit corridor, gazing at the stone walls for any hint of traps. Turning the first corner the group could see the hall widen significantly, almost as large as the room they had just come from. The walls kept their same stone texturing and flame lighting, but the floor was significantly different. The entire ground was covered in small holes, barely big enough for a small hoof to slip into one snuggly. Subway cautiously looked down into one of the pits but saw nothing but an inky black well.
“Otay fwuffies, nee be caweful. Dawe awe many holesies hewe, an dey could be huwtie holesies. Fwuffies nu faww in holesies, otay?” Subway said to his group of adventurers. They all agreed that it would be wise to be careful and slowly followed Subway forward. Each fluffy remained vigilant to step their delicate hooves in the sliver between each hole, avoiding them. The group made it halfway across the hall before something inevitably went wrong.
Judas was in the back of the line next to a brother of Yoga, another young and dumb stallion. Judas, in between cautious steps between the holes, learned over to his partner.
“Fwuffy know wha kiwwed fwuffies brudda…” Judas said slyly. The other fluffy looked at him in surprise and confusion.
“Munstah kiwwed Woga, dat am wha.” He responded, uncomfortable about the subject. Judas made a clicking sound with his tongue and gazed sideways at the young man.
“Suwe, dat am wha smawty teww fwuffies, dat am wite. Bu… Smawty Juwas knu somfin yu don knu…”
“Wha is it? Wha kiwwed Woga?!”
Judas slid closer to the other fluffy and a smirk spread across his chubby cheeks. He brought his snout up to the fluffy’s ear and whispered his toxic secrets.
“Dummeh poopeh Subway kiwwed Woga. Dat am why he gib sowwy hoofies to fwuffy’s daddeh, dat am what he am gonna do to aww fwuffies noa… If onwy a stwong fwuffy cud stop dummeh poopeh munstah…”
The fluffy’s eyes filled with tears. Subway, the strong and respected labor manager, was leading them to their death? He hurt his dad on purpose? He killed his brother! He did! Subway was the problem here, he was probably hiding all the food too! He was going to kill them all! The fluffy, overtaken with emotion, charged forward with reckless abandon. He pushed the lines to the side, causing some fluffy legs to fall into tight holes. Subway turned around to see a changing stallion barreling towards him, murder in his eyes. Before Subway could react, the colt began to raise his hooves to bring down righteous fury on Subway’s head.
But, instead of that, the young adult fell sideways. His leg had slipped into a shallow pit and had thrown him off balance. Falling to the side, the fragile glass bones in his fluffy leg gave way to the fat little body falling over it, and shattered sideways with a loud snap. Now laying sideways, his leg twisted at a nasty right angle to the left, the fluffy screamed bloody murder.
“SCREEEEEEEEE! WOWSTEST WEGGIE HUWTIES EBA! HEWP FWUFFY! HEWP FWUFFY! FWUFFY NEE HUGGIES AN AM STUCKIES! HEWP!” He screamed at the group. Three other fluffies who were thrown to the side were also stuck in holes, asking for help but not nearly as loudly. A torrent of shit shot out of the injured fluffies backside, narrowly missing a fluffy behind him. The waste pooled into a large puddle around him, and it flows down into the holes, triggering the mechanism.
Subway looks over the chaos before him. Three out of the eleven fluffies are stuck in the holes, their stubby little legs wedged firmly into the traps. The attacking fluffy is shitting and pissing over his snapped limb while other fluffies are trying to help others out by the scruff of their neck. Subway spots Judas in the back, firmly watching him with a hard gaze. It didn’t take a genius to put it together.
Just before Subway went to confront the traitor a horrible whirling filled the chamber. There was a click, a pop, then a wizz. One of the trapped fluffies began frantically throwing himself around while the others stepped back to avoid his tantrum.
“Screeeee! Fwuffy am wowtest scawdey of munstah nowsies! Don wanna be wike dummeh Woga!” He screamed as he grew painfully aware of his situation.
“Be quiet dummeh! Subway twyin to wisten for munstah…” Subway commanded, causing most of the fluffies to stifle their panic. All except for the severely injured trapped fluffy, but Subway just managed to keep his ear to the sky. Suddenly, just as all seemed content, there was a guttural rumbling emitting from the walls. It was as if a train had driving across every surface of the fluffies tiny bodies. Subway looked back across the room to see the source.
Out of each small hole on the ground erupts a column of blue fire. It shot into the sky, causing a horrible scream as it boiled the air. Then, a few seconds later, the next row shot up flames. Then the next, and next, as the hell was rapidly approaching the group.
“Wun fwuffies, wun!” Was all Subway managed to squeeze out of his sunken throat as he turned and began galloping away. All the free fluffies turned to join him, quickly abandoning their trapped companions. One of the unharmed trapped fluffies managed to scream over the noise and panic, his small arms out held for help.
“Nu! Don weave fwuffy! Nu wan foweva sweepies! Nu wan! Hewp fwuffy pwease!” He yelled, not managing to do so much as turn a head. He looked back to see the fire quickly encrouching upon him.
“Pwease mistah buwnie, nu gib huwties…” He peeped to the plasma. It only responded by sending a wave of unbearable heat over the small creature. Another beam of flame shot up, one row over from the trapped fluffies leg. The fire caused the fluffies eyes to dry, blinding him. The fluff on one side of his body began to crinkle and distort, melting instantly. The sound of fire and machines was deafening. The fluffy tried his best to escape, pushing as hard as he could with his dwarf legs.
It did not help when the flame met him. Death was near instant. The fluffies hooves melted into puddles, his bones charred, his blood evaporated. The flame simply pushed all living tissue out of its path and continued its march to the others. The now nine fluffies continued their wobbly shanter across the room. The fire was faster than them, but they had half a room of head start.
The ran without looking back to check on their former friends. They dodged around holes and across the room, letting out the occasional piss of fear. The dull roar of death followed them just out of reach, constantly threatening to end their adventure permanently. Driven by the primal instinct of fear, they ran and ran and ran, until finally Subway reached the hallway on the other side.
One by one they fluffies quickly filed into the hallway, driving each other further from the fire chamber. The flame barely nicked the last fluffies tail, barely missing his fat little body. His crinkled and blackened tail would serve a good reminder of the danger that was in this place.