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- >”WHY.”
- >Pain.
- >”WON'T.”
- >Bleeding.
- >”YOU.”
- >Monotony.
- >”BREAK!”
- >Pinkie (or, rather, Gray-ie) slams into your chest again, breaking and bruising your poor ribs.
- >You grin, showing off the blood and broken teeth you've accrued over the past months.
- “Maybe I'm just too much man for ya, darlin'.”
- >She cuts your bum eye, causing you to shake and growl in pain.
- >They had taken to allowing some scars to remain, with what remains of your left eye being one of the >more prominent ones.
- >”You've lost everything. EVERYTHING! Your old life...”
- >She punches you across the jaw.
- >”GONE! You. Have. NOTHING! WHY do you insist in not giving up!?!”
- >She cries in rage, hitting you to accentuate every other word.
- “Some things... are more important... than me.”
- >Pinkie looks like she's about to start wailing on you again, but she stops herself.
- >The rage is gone from her face, replaced by a strange calm.
- >”Oh really? THAT'S what this is about...”
- >Shit.
- >You fucking had to say something, didn't you?
- >You stupid fuck.
- “No... no not-”
- >”Oh yes, Subject 23, oh yes. I don't know why we didn't think of it sooner. No one else grabbed onto them, I suppose.”
- >Your mind starts to race.
- >You should have never said anything to them
- >You shouldn't have ever even looked at those kids.
- >”I know how to break you, I know how to break you, I know...”
- >She's fucking singing while you're sweating.
- >Now they're going to suffer because of you.
- “No, please, I'll do anything. I'm Subject 23.”
- >”No no no, it's to late for that. Much too late for that...”
- >She knocks you over the head with something hard and pan shaped.
- >The last thing you see is her smiling face as you begin to pass out.
- “No...”
- >You wake up with a start.
- >The fillies...
- >Are gone.
- >FUCK.
- “Little ones, are you there? Children?!”
- >Maybe... they're just hiding.
- >Yes.. yes yes yes yes.
- >That's got to be it.
- >They can't be gone.
- “It's alright girls. It''s all going to be okay.”
- >You want to rock back in forth in the fetal position.
- >You want to scream out in pain.
- >You want to do something you had, long before your sojourn to this place, lost the capacity to do.
- >But you remain tough.
- >They need you tough.
- >They are the reason you survived this long.
- >You owe them that much.
- ”Here, I'll tell you one of my favorite stories. When I was little and scared, I would just read this over again. It's about this big strong guy named Hercules.”
- >You've told them this one before, but it seemed to be one of their favorites.
- >You still can't see them, but they must be there.
- >Listening.
- “You see, Herc was the son of Zeus, but he got separated from him at birth. That's a bit sad, right? But it gets better! See, he grew up to be the strongest man in all the land.”
- >You tell them the stories of Hercules' journeys, censoring out the violent bits as much as you can.
- >You start shaking pretty bad around the end of the story.
- >You haven't seen them.
- >Maybe... maybe they're asleep!
- >But you haven't seen the little orange one...
- >She always pops her head out to-
- >That's when you hear it.
- >Screams.
- >Faint screams of small children.
- “NO! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!!!”
- >You start screaming and shaking your cell door.
- “I'M SUBJECT 23!!!! I AM!! PLEASE JUST-”
- >The door opens.
- >You don't question it.
- >The screams are coming from the left.
- >You sprint down the hall.
- >You see other equines in the cells.
- >You don't stop to look.
- >You don't care right now.
- >You need to save those girls.
- >The door at the end of the hall is open.
- >The screams are much louder now.
- >You burst through the doorjamb to find the room that has taken so much of your blood.
- >It's dark, save for one light near Twilight and one on the catwalk above you.
- >There's a storm going on outside.
- >You can see it raging through one of the windows near the catwalk.
- >And you see what you feared the most.
- >The three kids are each hanging by their forehooves on hooks.
- >They're collars are off, and they all look terrified.
- >You charge forward.
- >”I wouldn't go any further, Subject 23.”
- >Twilight is up at her control panel, looking down on everything.
- >”Three little fillies, hanging in a row...”
- >Pinkie is up on a catwalk, walking in front of them.
- “Stop! Please, I'll do anything! Anything, just leave them alone!”
- >”Anything? Really, Subject 23, anything?”
- >Pinkie looks down at you, sneering.
- “Yes... Yes, please just let them-”
- >”Do you know what these little fillies did, Subject 23?”
- >The little ones are scared, and they are looking at you.
- >Pleading for help with their eyes.
- >Twilight continues.
- >”They released a great evil upon this land. Great and powerful. For that, I make them watch everything we do here.”
- >She told you this already.
- >Why is she-
- >”And I let them live, out of the memory of my old master. She was always so... merciful. But I have one rule, Subject 23. If they interfere with my tests, there will be punishment.”
- >No.
- >No no no no no no no
- “Please, no. This is my fault. They didn't do this, just let them-
- >”They have, multiple times, talked to the subjects. Over time I simply curbed their communication with collars, shock treatment, and other means.
- >The three fillies are crying now.
- >The orange one looks at you, eyes still pleading.
- >Pinkie walks over to her and smiles, holding up her large knife.
- >You can't move.
- >”And eventually, the ones they tried to befriend – pony or...otherwise, were turned against them.”
- >Pinkie leans in with the knife, looking back at you with a devilish grin.
- “No... please...”
- >”It appears, however, that their presence has had the opposite effect on you. That they have interfered by merely existing. For that, there's only one type of punishment I can think of that suits my needs.”
- >Pinkie backs away from the little orange one and looks at you.
- >”What's your name?”
- “Subject 23!”
- >”Good.”
- >Pinkie puts her knife away and walks off.
- >Twilight begins to lower the hooks.
- >Is it over?
- >Was this just a test?
- >You gave up your name, but they're safe.
- >That's all that-
- >Twilight then flips another switch.
- >A series of sawblades that were obscured by the darkness spring to life underneath the three little
- >fillies.
- >The blades make up a giant meat grinder.
- “NO!”
- >You run forward to try and save the little ones.
- >They are bound by chains as they drop lower into the hooks.
- >”HELP!”
- >”HELP US!”
- >The little white one and yellow one begin screaming for you to help them.
- >This is the first time you've heard their voices.
- >The little orange one just stares at you
- >You get to the edge of the spinning grinder.
- >You can't reach over to their chains...
- >Unless you can get up on the catwalk.
- >You run over to the wall and try to make it up the stairs only to be met by Pinkie.
- >”SURPRISE!”
- >She jumps on top of you with that knife, going for the throat.
- >She knocks you on your back.
- >The fillies are still crying for help...
- >You punch her in the nose and kick her off of your chest
- >Not today.
- >Not now.
- >You get up on the cat walk only to be met with a forcefield.
- >”I can't let you do that, Subject 23.”
- >You bang on it, but it's impervious.
- >You madly throw your weight against it, trying to get at those damned chains.
- “DON'T DO THIS! DON'T! PLEASE!”
- >“Anonymous, it's okay.”
- >A little voice rings out from below.
- >It's the little orange one.
- “No, I'll get you out, don't worry, I'll-
- >”Twilight and Pinkie aren't right in the head right now. Don't hate them.”
- “I'll...I'll get-”
- >The little orange one looks up at you and smiles.
- >Tears are running down her cheeks.
- >”You need to be strong, like Hercules was. You need to not give up.”
- >The blades are inches away.
- >”Thanks for being our friend, Anonymous.”
- >Then they hit the blades.
- >Blood spatters everywhere on the inside of the forcefield as you watch in horror.
- >They scream as they are slowly ground from the bottom up.
- >The two on the sides flail about, but the little orange one just looks at you with those huge eyes.
- >Your strength leaves you as you fall to your knees.
- >The blades come to a stop.
- >You're on your hands and knees now.
- >You close your eyes.
- “No...”
- >”Oh yes, Subject 23. Now, let's go back to your-”
- “No.”
- >You clench your fists in rage.
- >Twilight's horn glows.
- >”Now that the obstructions have been removed, we can begin to-”
- “No.”
- >You stand up.
- >You drown out everything Twilight and Pinkie are saying in your mind.
- “No no no no no no no no no no no-”
- >You appear in your cell.
- >The door's closed.
- “No no no no no no no no no no...”
- >You weren't strong enough.
- “No...”
- >You weren't fast enough.
- “Why...”
- >You weren't smart enough.
- >But God damn it.
- >You're going to get out of here.
- >You're going to bust out of here.
- >And whatever fucking three ring circus of pain they have going on here is gonna get torn down.
- >You'll see this place burn if it's the last thing you do in your life.
- “My name is Anonymous.”
- >You punch the bars on the door.
- “I do not forgive.”
- >Your fists are bleeding.
- “I do not forget.”
- >You grab the bars and slide down on your knees, putting your head down to the ground.
- >And for the first time in longer than you can remember,
- >You cry.
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