Hiss.
Amethyst’s eyes shot open. The unicorn groaned as the room spun around her. She clumsily clambered to her hooves as she fought the ever-growing sense of nausea that came with vertigo, the room righting itself again.
“H… hello?”
Her voice was dry and raspy as if she hadn’t drunk anything in days. Her cry for help bounced off the walls around her and promptly died seconds later. Saving her breath, Amethyst staggered over to the edge of the room. A hatch was in the middle of the bright white wall. The wall itself was decorated with various elaborate engravings that only served to exacerbate her migraine. She bit her lip, slowly trotting over to the hatch.
It was circular in shape, a sharp contrast to the cube-like room she found herself in. A singular rod spanned the length of it, with an indentation beneath. She extended a hoof, grasping onto the rod and pulling. It had no give, prompting her to instead turn it. Upon being inverted entirely, she was greeted by the same sound that had awoken her.
Hiss.
Amethyst jumped back at the noise, watching intently as the hatch split in two, opening up into a tube of sorts. One look showed that it was just wide enough to fit a single pony. Inching ever closer to the newly made hole, she peered through to the other side. Another room, the same as her current one, albeit yellow, stared back at her.
“Where in Tartarus am I…?”
With a tentative hoof forward, she lifted herself into the tube and slowly crawled inside. Upon reaching the other side, she plopped down onto her hooves. An audible clunking noise resonated throughout the room as the hatch closed behind her. Her eyes shrunk to pinpricks. In an instant, narrow tubes emerged from the faces of the walls and Amethyst braced for impact.
But no pain came.
Instead, a cold mist doused her from every direction. Her fur slowly began to matte from saturation, and she instinctively shook herself, droplets of the liquid flinging across the room as she did. By the time the devices ceased their spraying and retracted into the walls, Amethyst was entirely soaked.
But alive.
Taking a moment to lift her right hoof up, she took in a whiff of her fur.
“W-water? T-that’s aaaaahhhhh!” Amethyst cried out, a searing hot pain shooting throughout her entire body. Her eyes shot downwards, back to the hoof she had been inspecting, only to find that it was slowly becoming encased in what looked to be a layer of ice. Ever so slowly, the pain began to subside as her nerve endings were frozen.
Unable to even feel herself standing, Amethyst stumbled backward, toppling over. The moment her rump impacted the floor, cracks spider-webbed across her body. Her last waking moments were spent staring idly at the wall of the room as her body split into hundreds of tiny, frozen fragments.
Hiss.