Let's play a game, /mlp/! We're extending Halloween!
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Last time, Dandy left the relative safety of his apartment building's basement to search for the escaped miniature Squishy. And where did Dandy's impeccable detective skills lead him...?
Why, to the castle's hedge maze, of course! Where else? Let's see how well Dandy does in here.
Heh heh heh...
Inventory: 1 house key, 1 comb, 1 white fedora, 1 temporary access card, 1 two-way radio, 1 Snapdragon, 1 lab coat, 1 moon cake, 1 bag of maple yogurt drops, 1 drinking bird, 1 coffee mug, 1 color-changing putty, 1 poster, 1 Cathedral of Terra pamphlet
This is where the game continues.
I'd suggest flying over the maze to check for Squishy, but how are you going to find a tiny goo pony in a giant hedge maze, provided she's even in there? She could even be hiding inside a hedge.
Looking for water does sound like a good idea, though.
>'No munched leaves here, Anon.'
>'It doesn't look like there's a ceiling up there...'
>'I don't know what you mean by 'right wall,' but I think I can find my way through here.
Aggressive color changing does not reveal any particular non-obvious trap.
Trying to follow a path sounds boring.
Let's take the obvious bait.
>'A carrot on a string? What do I look like, a bunny rabbit?'
>'Whatever, I guess I can get a little closer...'
>'Hey, get back here!'
Dandy follows the carrot around corners and through long hedge hallways. Every time he starts to tire or get bored of the asinine pursuit, the carrot stops, only to be jerked away again when he gets too close.
>'This is NOT Dandy.'
After several minutes of leading Dandy through the maze, the chase comes to an abrupt and anticlimactic end.
>'...It's stuck on a branch.'
As the string feebly tugs on the carrot, Dandy hears a tiny whisper from behind the hedge wall:
Dandy flutters up and peeks over the hedge wall, seeing a pale filly on the other side.
A pale filly with a wispy tail in place of her hind legs.
A pale filly with a wispy tail in place of her hind legs, who is tugging on the carrot string, a very unhappy look on her face.
"Stupid string... stupid branches...!"
Dandy gasps, causing the filly to turn around. When she sees him, she quickly hides the string behind her back... which Dandy can still kind of see it through.
"...Hi." the filly says sheepishly. "This is... not what it looks like, so... just go back down, behind there. Okay?"
>"Go back down? Why? What are you doing?"
The filly frowns. "I can't tell you that. Just do it, okay?"
>"Can you tell me if you've seen a very small, brown pony come through here? She's my friend and I can't find-"
Dandy is cut off by the small spook flying up into his face and waving her hooves.
The see-through filly frowns.
"You're just pretending to be scared..."
>"Look, I'm sorry, but I'm really worried about my friend. Now, please, is she here?"
The ghostly pony hangs her head and points down the path to her left and Dandy's right.
>"Hey, don't be sad. Do you want to help me find her? Maybe you can spook her instead."
The filly scrunches at Dandy, an odd coloration appearing on her face.
>'Is she... blushing?'
"Don't pa... puh... paralyze me!" the ghost filly snaps. "I have to get back to work. You'll see me again, and when you do, you'll be so scared your silly hair will stand up!"
And then, she vanishes with a "Pop!".
>'...My hair is NOT silly!'
Dandy follows the path that the ghost filly pointed out to him. For a little while, the path is straightforward, but then...
>'Which way should I go?'
>'It's a maze. Everything looks the same to me.'
>'...Okay. Sure, I'll... go there...'
Dandy spreads his wings and flies to the southwest, looking for any suspicious activity. There's a flowerpot that fell over. That's suspicious, right?
>'I guess it fell not too long ago: The soil is still wet...'
Dandy stops and smells the flowers. Then, he eats them.
>'The flowers are still fresh, too... Very fresh! Mourn my flank, this is delicious!'
>'That was just some rustling leaves. Probably a squirrel or something.'
>'And you're so BRAINdead stupid, you can't even insult me properly. Asshole.'
>'Oh... Right, good idea.'
>"Quiff, watch my back, okay?"
Dandy walks towards where the sound came from. As he approaches the wall of the hedge maze, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His heartrate quickens, and a cold sweat forms on his brow.
He leans in and peers at the small hole in the wall of the maze...
I figure that this is probably the best place to leave this.
I know it's not the goal, but here's the solved maze.
>'Well it wouldn't be the weirdest thing I've done today...'
>'Too bad you can't use it too well, huh?'
>'Yeah, she gets an A for effort. And creativity, I guess...'
>'So do you know where I should look next, then?'
>'Like I'm dumb enough to go camping in the Everfree Forest. There's monsters in there!
>"Hey again. I like your drawing."
The ghostly filly sinks behind the hedges a bit, but nonetheless she grumbles a small "Thank you." in response.
>"You sure you don't want to come with me? We could be friends! Besides, I could really use some help."
The frowning filly rubs her chin. Dandy can see the gears in her head turning... Then again, her head is translucent. He could see them when they were stationary, too.
"I gueeeess I can help you..." she finally answers. "For a price."
The filly grins. "Play my game, and I'll help you find your friend."
>"A game? That sounds just dandy! Count me in."
The filly smiles broadly and squeaks with excitement for a few seconds, before remembering that Dandy (and Quiff) are watching her. "Uh-HEM!" she says, rather dramatically as she composes herself. "Good choice... uh... LIVING pony! You will be... spared my, um... super spookiness! Yeah."
Dandy chuckles and tries to look intimidated.
>"Okay... heh... So, how do we play this game?"
"We're going to play a game of hide and seek... Actually, maybe I should call it... um... Hide and SPOOK! Yes, we're going to play hide and spook! And you... are it!"
>'She's really taking this seriously.'
>"So, I have to find you?"
"Yes, living meat pony... You have to find me! But it wouldn't be fair to have you try and find me by yourself. I am a world champion hide and spook player, not to mention a very scary ghost. So, I'll leave clues so you can find me, instead of becoming lost in this maze, trapped forever! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
To punctuate her grim proclamation, she holds up a crayon sign of a thundercloud and waves a cookie sheet above her head. Dandy gulps.
>"That sounds bad. Should I count to twenty now or something...?"
The ghost stops her racket and looks down with an amused smile. "Be the time you count that high, I'll be too well-hidden for you to find. So... You can just count to five! Look that way and count to five, and don't skip any numbers! You have to say them all in the right order, or you can't play. That's the rule. And no peeking! If you peek, you'll be in BIG trouble! You got that?"
"Hey! You're playing too! That means YOU count! All of you, one after the other. That way I'll have plenty of time to set up clues and find a good hiding place. Start counting!"
But for the sake of not breaking the chain
>'I'm going to need several drinks when I get home.'
>"Ready or not, here I come!"
Let's follow that sign.
>'Yeah, yeah, I get it. She went this way.'
Dandy instinctively backs away from the intrusive object. As his eyes focus, he realizes it's just another wooden sign, and he sighs and chuckles to himself.
>"Nice try... You okay, Quiff?"
Dandy's guinea pig squeaks and nods, its perfectly maintained namesake bobbing slightly. Confident that the sign means him no further ill will, Dandy passes it and scouts the area up ahead.
>'Great, everything looks the same again. So much for clues...'
As Dandy bemoans his ill luck, his ear twitches. He can almost make out a soft fluttery noise coming from somewhere close by.
Y'know, it's worth remembering you're in a maze with a ghost. I don't know how common ghosts are there, but I generally consider them bad news. Just because she's been harmless so far doesn't mean it'll stay that way.
Keep your guard up.
Walking directly left as far as he can brings Dandy to a dead end.
>'It looks like something - or a pair of somethings - are supposed to be here. But they aren't now...'
>'Not a chance... My hooves barely fit in the hedge. Whatever goes in there is way smaller than me.'
>'I'm not sticking Quiff in some mysterious hedge hole! What if he gets lost, too?'
>'Could you guys maybe be just a touch more specific? I mean there's a bunch of different ways to go.'
>'Huh? That wasn't there before...'
>'She's pretty straightforward with these clues, isn't she?'
>'Point taken. But where can I go from here? If Squishy is in the maze, I don't have a choice: I have to stick around!'
>'Oh, okay. No problem.'
Dandy drops back to the ground and follows the path indicated by the note. Once again, the path is longer and more straightforward than the others around it. Dandy rounds a tight corner when he finds his next clue.
Dandy instinctively takes a step back. Behind him, Quiff chitters nervously - he must be as surprised as Dandy.
>"Sorry buddy, I wasn't expecting one of these to actually be creepy... I guess she's a fast learner."
Quiff chirps something in response.
>"Yeah... Wait. Shh. Do you hear that?"
There's that fluttering noise again. It sounds closer now.
>"What is that...?"
Dandy walks down the passage that he thinks the sound is coming from. Not too far from the entryway is a small, brownish-black shape with wings, flapping and squeaking near the top of the hedge wall.
When the fluttering rodent notices Dandy, it ceases its sporadic movements and begins to flutter in a small circle in front of him.
>'Eek... Good idea. I'm keeping my eye on that bat.'
>"Quiff, keep an eye on that bat."
Quiff nods and salutes Dandy.
Dandy 'examines' the flowerpot.
I'm pretty sure that's theft from the royalty Dandy.
In my universe they'd tie you to four horses and pull your limbs off for that sort of thing.
Which is incidentally why no royals really hold power anymore.
>You will never have a cute little Dandy pony that you can feed flowers all day
>you will never rub his chubby tummy
>you will never massage his hoofsies.
>you will never soak your shirt in marecum so he can't help but mount you
>You will never feel the weight of your chubby ponies tummy on your back
>you will never feel his throbbing stallionhood fill you with his seed and mark you as his mare forever
Feels bad man.
For your work as a poster, you have been awarded a
"You're a faggot"
Response to your post
Treasure this moment, as this response is among the oldest classics of 4chan and is the purest embodiemment of its philosophy
Dandy shakes his head in a vain effort to clear his mind of images of evisceration and xenophilia, turning his attention back to the bat. It squeaks and flies a short distance away, then turns to Dandy and points one of its wings down the path it is taking.
>'I think it wants me to follow it.'
>'The different paths are still there, if that's what you mean.'
>'So, what should I do now? Follow the bat, or ignore it?'
Follow the bat, not much else to do. In an emergency, you still have your two-way radio.
I wonder if the ghost filly turns out to have rused you and actually is a pretty bad monster of some kind.
>'Oh. Yeah, the sky is still up there, but it's far away now... It must be at least a couple hundred feet.'
>"Here goes nothing... Quiff, stay alert. I got a bad feeling about this.'
Dandy follows the bat through a series of twisting turns for several minutes, until the bat finally stops at a wall. There are two paths to the bat's left, but it doesn't make any further effort to identify which one is correct.
Dandy I'm really starting to get concerned for your safety.
Nervously check two-way radio and Snapdragon for function. Then wonder what "BICE" is supposed to mean.
We've seen the candle before and it's on the left, so I'd say take the left entrance. But >>25332268 has a point too.
Dandy pulls out his radio and fiddles with the dials and buttons.
"This is an auto-"
>'Okay, radio's working.'
Dandy then straps on his snapdragon (just to be safe) and turns the safety off. He feels a slight warmth on the attached hoof and he hears the faint hum of magical energy.
>'Snapdragon's fine and dandy.'
Dandy turns the safety back on and debates which path to take...
Uncertainly, Dandy follows the right path. as far as he can. He thankfully doesn't see any monsters, but he also doesn't see any candles...
Finally, the path ends. In the far corner is what looks like a cardboard box with a small, dark shape sitting atop it.
Dandy debates with himself over whether he wants to get closer to the box or not. He finally decides to compromise by slowly approaching it. Details begin to come into focus.
It looks like a cardboard box with a crayon-drawn door, handle, and number pad, making it look like a safe. Perched atop the 'safe' i s a furry black spider the size of a golf ball. Its eight eyes are focused squarely on Dandy.
>'He doesn't look so bad.'
Quiff disagrees, hiding himself from the large spider's view.
The spider waves at Dandy.
>"That's a nice hat."
The spider tips his top hat. Dandy responds in kind.
"I guess I need a password to see what's in this box, huh?"
The spider raises and lowers itself on its legs, nodding its whole body.
>"Alright, how about 2-4-2-3?"
The spider swivels from side-to-side. A shake of the head... or, cephalothorax, rather. It also taps on the box, right above the number pad.
>'This is getting out of hoof now...'
>>25333437 here. I thought that the password changes every post, and the last 4 digits in the latest Inept's posts are the passwords.
I must admit though that >>25333419 was pretty clever.
>"Thanks. By the way, do you live in an inn?"
The spider makes a series of sharp hissing sounds that Dandy likens to laughter before shaking his cephalothorax again.
>CANDLE added to inventory
>"Any idea which way I should go now?"
The spider scratches his head for a moment, then points down the path behind Dandy, on the right.
Dandy shrugs and follows the path. After a few moments of walking, he comes across another note pinned to the wall.
>'Oh crap, OHHHH CRAP.'
Dandy stops dead in his tracks and turns his purple rump around, cantering into a different passage leading away from the hoofsteps. Unfortunately, he quickly comes to a fork in the road.
>'There's no clues... Now what do I do?'
Dandy spreads his wings and flies to the right. As he gains altitude, though, he notices something strange...
Why are you so scared of some footsteps? Wouldn't it make sense to at least try and see who makes them? Perhaps it's friendly.
Yeah, a report should definitely be written once this is over with. Unless this is entirely normal for the royal hedge maze, which I wouldn't be entirely surprised about.