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Masterman awoke with a banging headache just to find himself blindfolded and unable to move, to his surprise. Once he adjusted to the room he also heard the not so distant mumbling of Fleming (going on about something like how this James guy could get out of this) mixed with some very minor chair scooching that definitely wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. A strong waft of wind went past their faces as they felt the blindfolds being ripped off and the light poured in, blinding them momentarily.
As Masterman’s eyes adjusted to the light he saw they were in the basement, tied to chairs with Fleming at his side, facing a blackboard with Reggie aggressively tapping on it. It took him a moment to register what it was that was being tapped on, well, he still wasn’t entirely sure. They looked mildly horse-like, but not. With weirdly large, shining eyes and small snouts, some of them bearing horns or wings.
No longer was he given a chance to figure out what was actually going on as Reggie’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“And THIS is Twilight Sparkle. She’s the princess of friendship.”
Oh Lord.
Time may as well have stopped moving. Masterman wasn’t sure how long he’d been there. All he knew is that it had got so much worse as soon as Fleming caught interest in these ‘colourful friendship horses’. He wasn’t sure what was going on anymore; talking horses???? Ridiculous. Reggie having such a passion that he spoke of them as highly as one’s own mother? Even more preposterous. Fleming had taken quite a liking to one of the horned ones that wore a wizard hat, which as much of a curse that the constant blabbering was, gave Masterman a small slither of peace as Reggie explained everything about that one horse to him.
He sighed, leaning back in the chair as he tried to tune them out for his small break. Being distracted by his attempt to mentally escape, he was unaware that Reggie had freed Fleming from his chair and they were both sneaking up behind him. Masterman was dragged to reality (literally, as Fleming used all of his strength to pull his chair across the floor) and placed right in front of the black board.
“And who’s YOUR favourite, John?”
Reggie stared at him with the most threatening smile as Fleming drew his own attempts at the weird mutant horses on the black board. Unfortunately, Masterman hadn’t been paying enough attention to pick up any of the ponies' names.
“The green one…?”
Wrong answer, apparently. Reggie had yet to mention any green ponies.
No one else entered that room for the whole afternoon. The loud shouts in dismay mostly put people off. Monty, daring to press his ear against the door, simply heard the term “Rainbow Dash” and fled with haste. He was not getting dragged into that again.