It's A Rotten Thing

Faust glances about looking amongst the others deciding to remain quiet.

Alas, thought the creature, this is how He plans to use me. Well then . . .
The bubbling mass of protoplasm has no spine. If there had been pain to register, it was the known fact that the eternity in which it existed would be spent surrounded by overgrown penguins that taste far worse than they look. If the smell of rotting flesh differentiated from the typical abominable smell of the elusive shoggoth, it did not notice. The one thing that managed to unnerve this creature was the screaming of its own inner voice. It was unnerving because it had been eons since it had last heard its original voice. As of right now, countless centuries after its birth, the contents of its mind contained thousands upon thousands of victims, all of them trying to scream without physical mouths to do so. Nevertheless, their frantic thoughts are enough to drive any terrible and ancient being to insanity. Ironically, of course. 
     Before it believes anything else in the chamber can notice, the gelatinous blob shifts upward and takes on a humanoid shape. Within the moment after, a figure wearing a bright orange parka appears. He's ragged, and his clothing is torn in various places. The insulated stuffing hangs out of the parka. The hood is down, and the man's expression is one of horrified confusion. Lloyd Russel, before his assimilation, would typically assess the situation and act accordingly with modesty and a kind of learned professionalism. This creature, however, willing to make a mockery of mankind, does the exact opposite.          
     He grabs the sides of his heads and begins screaming like a terrified child. 

Art seems unphased by the screams in his search for the piglet.

"Rin?! Rin!!?" He says louder than the average indoor voice, desprately searching the room.

Altor slowly awakens, and when he realizes that he isn't at home, he quickly jumps up in a panic, flying a foot or so off the ground as he looks around the padded room. "What's... going on?"

Art quickly flies over the screaming guy in the parka, going to pickup his piglet. "Damnit Rin. You scared the shit out of me."

"Mary!" the man screams, his voice gruff and oldish. He looks frantically about the room. "Mary, where have you gone, my love?" 
Upon mentally solving a few mathematical equations to decide exactly what he was to do next, Lloyd Russel, parka still leaking stuffing, begins to step backwards. He continues screaming, one moment in horror, and the next for some (presumably female) character unknown to the rest of the chamber. Not looking where he's going (but knowing exactly where, anyhow), he trips over some fellow smelling of gunpowder sitting on the floor. His screams stop, and he lets loose a confused and somewhat comical Oof! as he falls to the floor. 

Art quickly places Rin on his head where Rin finally wakes up and sits. Then they both turn to Dani "So you know nothing too?"

"I know that you're a horse," the boy replies, leaning against the padding on the wall, "but they don't talk; and they definitely don't fly." After a few moments of thought, he adds, "At least, they don't where I come from... In fact, that might be a good place to start. Where does everyone come from? I'm from New York... on a planet called Earth?" he offers, unsure of just how different they all might be.

"Im not one for introductions, big pink hairless thing. Im also not super smart, so asking me all the questions, isnt a good plan."

"Art and I are from Equestria, where ponies talk all the time. We're both pegasi, so we can fly. My name's Altor, by the way."

Dani's eyes light up when Faust introduces herself. He wasn't totally alone. "I'm from New York--out in South Canada. My name's Dani."

To the pegasus, he replies, "I see... we're definitely not from the same planet, then."

"No, I don't think so." He turns to Art. "Where'd you get that pig?"

Winces as he pushes up with his fore hooves, visibly shuddering from that spine chilling effect that he experienced. The soft echo of his own screams leaving his mind as the voices of others that aren't familiar to him fill it. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air through his nostrils, the stench of rotten flesh gone thankfully. Straitening out his back as he fully sits on his haunches, listening to them each in turn. His blue fur softening up as he begins to relax a bit.

"Strange. Don't remember bringing this." He mumbles as he listens to the others in the room talk, of course not knowing where a single one of the mentioned places are, nor caring all that much either.

...And then he realizes that he doesn't have a single explosive with him, and begins to frantically look around the room to see if he dropped any. He felt naked with out them. "Not good. Stuck in a room of odd creatures and screaming coats."