The End Can Neigh (Strange Waifu Story)

>……..
>Silence
>……..
>Tranquility
>……..
>Ecstasy
>It is so peaceful now and you never want this to end.
>This sleep, this eternity of serenity, what more could one want?
>”Wa…”
>What was that? Why is it disturbing the stillness?
>That sounded like a muttered and distorted voice.
>”….up.”
>There it is again.
>Please go away, strange voice. Just want to relax now.
>”You must wake…..”
>It’s becoming more established.
>Why now? It’s so placid here.
>”There is work to be done.”
>Work?
>The complete opposite of your current state.
>That sounds….dull.
>”Please…wake…up.”
>Argh, just five more minutes.
>”Please, you must.  You are our creation, our savior, our means to break the end.”
>……wha?

>Illumination.
>As soon as your eyelids began to part, brightness is filling your vision.
>Pure white, bothersome, light.
>Dang it.
>You begin to rub your eyes with your…limbs, and hope to assist them in clearing up a view.
>Wait limbs?
>What is going on; why can’t you remember what or who you are?
>Your prospect is starting to clear up.
>As soon as your sight starts restore, you immediately observe your surroundings.
>Empty.
>Just a big vacant room, with the same bright whiteness you unfortunately encountered when waking up.
>Huh. Where is everything and why is your back so cold?
>Rolling over to your side, you observe what is making contact with your.…fur.
>It’s just a metallic shiny surface that reflects a blurry image of yourself, and it’s too indistinct to make out.
>You move your head up a little to see what you’re resting on.
>It’s a table.
>Just a long, icy, metal table that you happened to be perched upon.
>It doesn’t help that the room you occupy is just as frigid.
>Your body begins to horripilate.
>This is weird.
>Shifting up on your….hunches, you feel it’s an appropriate time to analyze yourself.
>Looking down you noticed two nub-like limbs protruding from the bottom half of your body.
>No wait, they’re your hind legs.
>…..how did you remember that?
>Quickly you move your arms towards your field of view.
>These ones end with nubs as well…no, hooves.
>Things are starting to make…..
“Oow, my head.” You moan, quickly throwing a hoof to message your sudden migraine.
>Something sharp poked back at you.
“Ouch, what the heck?” You shout, in fear, retracting your arm.
>What was that?
>Moving back carefully to feel what was bulging from your head; you let your sense of touch examine the pointy appendage.
>Is it…..is it a horn?
>You dart your eyes up, to get a clearer picture.
>Oh wait it’s your horn.
>You start to laugh to yourself, as the pieces come together.
>The optimism that you…think you had, returns to your sentiments.
>You’re a pony, a unicorn, and……
>That’s it.
>That is all you were able to muster up from your memories, everything else is a hollow blank.
>Darn it, oh well. At least you were able to figure out some things about yourself.
>Moving your fore leg back down, you bump into another limb that was as chilly as the table you were sitting on.
“Great, now what?!?!” You shriek, moving your arm away.
>With curiosity getting the better of you, you use the same scientific approach as before with your horn.
>Progressively touching the pole, you realize something.
>It feels so…unnatural, like it was never there before.
>And that’s the scary part, no memories are restoring about this part of you.
>Dread begins burrow itself under your skin.
>Moving your other fore leg to get a better understanding, you run into another similar antenna.
>Wait, you have two of these things?
>Unlike your horn that sticks out to the front, these probes were shooting of to the sides of your head, in a V shape.
>Ok, just what exactly is going on here?
>You were peacefully enjoying some sleep and now you wake up in some bleak room, with no idea of who you were, and there’s two metal rods sticking out of your head.
>Someone’s going to have to come out here and…..
>”Hello, our child, did you rest well?” The same voice in your dreams, speaks from all directions of the room.
>Pushing yourself back to the edge of the table in a fetal position, you let out cries of fright.
“W-who’s th-th-there?” You screech, covering your head for some kind of protection.
>”Please be not afraid, our redeemer.  We only wish to see your recovery.” The voice reassures.
>Redeemer?
>Recovery?
>You cautiously remove your hooves from your head, and asked the mysterious voice more questions.
“Who…who are y-you?”  You stutter, trying to regain some equanimity.
>The voice releases a gentle laughter.
>”Oh our dear child, we are nothing more than your caretakers and creators,” You perk your ears up, and take mental notes of this oration. “But what we are does not matter.   What matters is you, our child.  You are everything that we hold dear.  You are our liberator!”
>Ooooo k……
“Liberator, savior, redeemer?” You quizzically express, looking around for the body that occupies the voice, if any.   “I’m just….I’m just a little pony, from what I can remember.  I’m sure you’ve got the wrong hero.”
>It just laughs again.
>”Hmmm you are just confused, our child.  We will be with you shortly, savior, to comfort you within our mortal boundaries.  Then shall we reveal your true purpose, your destiny, that the cosmos themselves will praise or tremble at your whim, depending as you see appropriate.” The voice preaches, with complete admiration to your wellbeing.
>……you definitely don’t like the sound of this.
>Why is the voice praising you like your some sort of messiah?
>They also think they are responsible for making you.
>Don’t they know you’re just a small pony who couldn’t do much?
>At least...at least you think so.
>They really think your something special and speak to you so nicely.
>Poor guys, you would hate to disappoint them but they simply must be making an error.
>A smile returns to your face.
>And if they are kind as they seem, then they’ll understand this little mix up, right?
>Your smile turns into a cheerful grin.
>You have to be a generous agreeable….mare.  You can feel that’s the pony you always were.
>After we all figure out this misunderstanding, then we can have a good, hearty, laugh.
>You hear a door open across the room, anticipating your kind caretakers to make their introductions.
>Extending your grin, that forces your eyes shut, you greet the mysterious folks.
“Hello, ominous strangers.  Thank you for the pleasant words and praise, but I think there’s a mess up.” You state as you open your eyes, only to quickly wish you never did.
>”Greetings our beautiful goddess, you seem to have rested well.  Are you ready for your proclamation?” The absolutely most terrifying horrid creature you’ve ever seen, clarifies.
>Your pupils dilate till there’s nothing left as you let out a petrifying scream.
>No! No you definitely don’t like the looks of this!

>Remaining in a seated position, you push yourself back as far as you could possibly go on the freezing alloyed counter.
>Raising a hoof to signify not to come closer, you start to frantically shriek at the monster.
“Please-please, don’t come any closer! I don’t want you to hurt me!” You scream, as you turn your head away, bracing for the worst.
>”Redeemer, please you are being hysterical.  We do not wish to harm you.”  You can hear what sounds like suction popping noises, as it gets closer to you.  “It may be a novel occurrence to you, our child, but maltreatment is a burden you never have to dread.  You must understand, we only wish to help you achieve wonders!”  It enthusiastically praises your being, getting close enough to hear its breathing.
“Ok-ok that’s fine just please….please d-don’t come closer.” You begin to sniff. “I want to g-get a better l-l-look at you.”
>”If that’s what you pursue, we shall respect your commands, savior.  We are bound to your words.” It happily obliges.
“You…you promise.”
>”We give you our utmost word.  Displeasing our goddess is not within our existence.”
>Waiting a couple of seconds to see if it heeded your pleas, you slowly turn around to get a full thorough view of your ‘creators’.
>You let out a gasp and cover your mouth, with a hoof, out of pure instinct.
>You were now able to fully diagnose the beast that has treated you as some sort of deity.
>Covered in what looked like a pure white robe some cleric would wear, the actual body that hid underneath was not something you would consider holy.
>As far as you could comprehend, the skin was dark green and looked like the texture that some type of deep sea dweller would require.
>This shouldn’t be a surprise to you, because even though the figure was standing like a whole complete creature, you could see that it was formed through a complete mesh of tendrils.
>It was at least three times your height, even if you were raised on your hind legs.
>The creature stood up like a bipedal organism, only its limbs were very alien.
>Instead of a solid arm sticking out of the ends of its sleeve, a group of tentacles occupy what you would consider a forearm and hoof.
>The robe fully extended to the floor, so you couldn’t get a view of its ‘legs’, not that you would really want to.
>Then there was its head.
>Its head looked like….some sort of multi-tentacle sea monster lodging on its shoulders.
>The entity had two red round eyes where you imagined them to be on any normal being; only they contained no pupils.
>Where the top of the nose would be, instead consisted of more tentacles that hung down past the head and covered its mouth that you soon recognized it had.
>A mouth that is catering a jovial smile.
>This caretaker of yours is truly something straight out of an eldritch horror piece….whatever that is, but for as atrocious and frightening this maker seems to you, you spot that it carries a facial expression of delight.
>And he, from what you could assume, was very nice to you and has given you fervent worship that you feel is undeserved.
>It’s not very nice of you to judge, simply based on his looks.
>For all you know, he’s a very wonderful…..person.
“I’m….I’m sorry for reacting the way I did.” You apologize, wiping a tear away. “You were so nice to me, and I should’ve been more welcoming.”
>”You have nothing to grief over, emancipator, if I am an encumbrance in your eyes, then so be it and discipline me as you see fit.”
“No, I would never think that of someone as caring as you.  If you really take my words to heart, then please take my regret of making a fool of myself.”  You smile at him, modestly.
>”It would be an honor.” He bows, proceeding to cross his ‘arms’ so his body can be entirely enclosed in the cloak, besides his head.
>Well, the good thing is so far this conversation has gone smoothly, but you still have so many unknowns.
>If this host is as cooperative as he announces himself to be, then he should be able to help you.
“Thank you so much…..uhhh…..”
>”Glorgrak”
“Right, Gloohr-grahk.  Now I’m sorry to turn this chat into a different subject, but please I have so many questions to ask you.”  You switch your ecstatic gesture into a troubled one.
>”It is my sole purpose to succor you in any way, my redeemer.” He answers swiftly, remaining bowed.
>You shift a little more up, to prepare for whatever answer he may give to your interrogations.
”Ok first things first, where are we?”
>”Ahh yes, savior, we are currently occupying the reclamation chamber of our Mark VI star cruiser.  We are currently making a pathway towards your baptism of becoming the galaxies rightful divinity!”
“Wait you mean to tell me we’re in a spaceship?” Your jaw descends to the tabletop.
>”To put it simply, precisely.”
>You turn your head a little, looking vacantly off in the room doing your best to accept your current predicament.
“Wow, ok…umm what or who am I?” You look back, trying to focus on further data.
>”Why my child, you are what I have introduced you to be.” He raises himself up, to directly look and give you responses.  “Over a period of time, our chief scientists have worked diligently and prudently to create you.  You are the foundation to resolve our termination.”
“Create me? Why would you do that and why don’t I look anything like you?” You tilt your head, with confusion mounting inside.
>”Our species is fronting a rather problematic….scenario, and we had no choice.  We needed a solution to this problem, and you are that liberation!” He quickly celebrated, rising his tendril arms to rejoice, but rapidly returned them under his shawl.  “As for your appearance, this is the form you must take, in order to achieve that goal.”
“Oh my, what problem would that be?  Also, why do I have memories of being a little unicorn pony and some other things of that nature?”  You stare at him blankly.
>”My child, our world used to be an affluent and enduring one, but over the course of……did you just say unicorn?”  He changed his cheerful voice, into a monotone for the first time, at that last remark.
“Em-hm” You nod your head.
>He still stares at you, with his mouth open, trying to find something to say.
>”There must of….there must have been some miscalculations during the conception process.”  He quickly regains his composure.  “We had to use numerous genetic codes to find the right configuration of constructing you.  Perhaps one of these previous organisms may have been a pony that you speak of.”
“Oh ok.  That makes sense, I guess.”  You look down defeated; formerly thinking you knew something about yourself.
>”Actually, redeemer, please forgive me, but I need to do an activity quickly before we can continue our conversation.” He starts to make his way to the door, hastily.
>You throw out a hoof hoping to stop his progress.
“Wait, what about your….”
>”Again, please show mercy, but I must acquire this misfortune soon.” He gets to the sliding door that hisses as it lifts up and closes behind him.
“That’s ok. Take…..take your time.”  You tell the bare area you inhabit once more.

>As the sliding door crashes behind, Glorgrak, his sunny expression immediately dissolves into an exasperating scowl.
>”By the moons of Tahgerah, this thing is itchy.” He spits popping his back, slipping into a slouching position, and snaps his tendrils to get his crew-mates attention. “Where in the abyss is Orack?”
>Down one of the many endless hallways that construct the ship, he can see the top scientist running to his current position, with a hologram clipboard in tentacle.
>”Yes sir, you called for me, Lord Glorgrak?”  Orack declares, wearing his militaristic getup fit for any world conquering armada, saluting his captain.
>”The abyss I did, what happened?”
>”What do you mean, is there something wrong, my Lord?”
>Glorgrak turns to his researcher, edging closer to his face, as his expression begins to exceed in anger.
>”Something’s wrong…..something’s wrong?!”  He growled, grabbing the board and slamming it to the ground causing it to shatter. “Pony? Unicorn? What happened during the cerebral sterilization process?!”
>Orack winces in fear, speedily trying to give an explanation for the mishap.
>”Forgive me, my Lord, but it was the best we could do without destroying the subject.”  He covers his face, hoping the captain won’t break it in two again.
>Before Glorgrak could slam jam the scientist’s head, instead he lets out a sigh and walks away to collect his thoughts.
>”What was the best?”  The Lord coldly asked crossing his arms behind his back.
>”Since the subject already carried some unknown energy within its body when we abducted it, it was extremely challenging to expunge most of its previous memories, that’s to say it doesn’t remember much.”  He clarifies, bringing out another hologram clipboard to investigate further information.
>”Of all the creatures from the all the worlds we selected, this was the best candidate for the energy to mass project?”  The Lord begins to move down the foyer.
>Orack, follows suit in hopes of not upsetting the commander.
>”That’s the thing, my Lord, many of the species of that selected planetoid, have a capability of storing some kind of unfamiliar energy.  Since this exact one presents the appendage necessary to meddle with said energy, made it by far the best applicant.”  He specifies, going through a plethora of datasheets through his holo-board.
>”And are you sure this will be a success? Can this frail equine support such immense amounts of power?”  The superior turns slightly back, unamused, waiting for a response.
>”When we brought her aboard the ship?  No, no she was weak and powerless, but thanks to the accumulator apparatus we’ve been working on for generations, she is now something more.  Now that the device is constructed throughout her body, with the assistance of naturally being able to store energy, she can absorb almost all types of limitless energy without it causing any harm.  Lord Glorgrak, she could possibly be the most powerful creature in the known universe.”  The researcher looks back, with uncertainty in his red eyes of the monster they’re trying to generate.
>”This….this is most excellent, Orack.” He turns around with a wicked smile. “Not only are we going to be able to restore the near depleted resources of our world, there will be nothing in the universe that could oppose us from taking what we please, once we have its full control.”
>”Yes sir, but even with all of these hypothesis and analysis, we still need to run a proper test to see if the operation was a success.  That…that and we have to coax her caring nature to work for us.”  He twiddles some tentacles trusting he could avoid an infuriated war general.
>The Lord turns back and harshly gives him a promise if the experiment happens to fail.
>”If you wish to breath air and not the frozen vacuum that awaits you outside, I hope so too.  As for getting it to….cooperate, you can leave that to me.  Do you have statistics on the world we wish to strike first?”  He declares, raising one of his extraterrestrial brows.
>”Of course sir, let me just…ahh here it is.” He holds up his board that projects the planet in question. “The third planetoid of a system surrounding a dwarf yellow star, this water filled planet is home to an advanced dominate species that still uses primitive technology.  However, this world is also bursting with different types of resources that these creatures have produced, and should be easy enough to take.”
>”But we still questioned that our armada wouldn’t have been enough?” The Lord cruelly affirms.
>”As primitive as they are, they still have the military to face our now weakened forces and victory would be no guarantee, but if she can gather enough energy quickly, her body will have enough threshold to survive almost all weapons they could throw at her, and their most prized weapons are energy based.  Send the creature that can absorb, grow, and become an unstoppable force….do the math sir, they wouldn’t have the capabilities to stop her.”  The genius elucidates, with confidence in his examinations.
>”Then so be it, let this planet be the first to fall victim to our new super weapon.  How long till we reach the world?” He commands with an arrogant smile.
>”We should be approaching very shortly, but have enough time to run more test and ensure that our 'liberator' is ready for conquering.”
“Most excellent, Orack.”  He maliciously laughs walking to the window of the ‘reclamation’ chamber that’s completely invisible from the other side.  “Within a few moments we shall see if our savior will be that planets devastator.”
>Observing a little pony holding her hind hooves with her front ones and rocking back in fourth like bored harmless child, Lord Glorgrak starts to feel a little unsure of himself.
>”……we may need more time.”

>Somewhere in the vast desert of northern New Mexico, two radio astronomers make a revolutionary discovery at the state observatory.
>Listening to an unusual signal that has been produced from the vastness of space, both scientists begin to look at each other in astonishment.
>”This….this can’t be real.”  One says listening to the uncanny frequency.
>”I has to be, there’s no way this is just some….dumb luck.”  The other shares with optimism in his tone.
>”Then quickly, let’s see if we can get an optical image of that occurrence.”
>After some time of producing a radio image of the unknown object, the two researchers stare at it, curiously.
>”Wow, this…this could really be it.  There could truly be something out there, something to say that we are not alone.”  One of the men loses his focus at the mere thought of first contact.
>”We have to make commerce with other observatories and make sure we weren’t the only ones to find this disturbance.  It would be pretty embarrassing to give our hopes up on this.”  The other laughs to himself, taking a drink from his mug.
>”No kidding, wouldn’t want to end up like that one scientist who got fired from the pentagon or something, and thought he made a noble prize worth discovery.”
>”You heard that too?”  The other pointed out of curiosity.
>”Yah, they still haven’t mentioned his name, but the media simply refers to him as Anonymous, how cliché.”  He laughs at himself, looking at a physical copy of the radio signal.
>”Haha, I know.  What was it, some ludicrous equation that we can now feasibly produce energy into mass? I mean technically it is and they’re barely scratching the surface with particle accelerators, but come on he was stating such large quantities, one step at a time buddy.  Poor dude, but wow what a loon, what are we in some kind of B-movie?”  He smiles, taking another drink.
>”No joke, well alright let’s get this image to the others and see what we can diagnose.  Hopefully, we’ll be the ones getting that prize.”  The scientist holding the image walks to the nearest phone in hopes of discussing with fellow astronomers of the recent discovery that they still speculate could be just anything.
>Unknowing to them, deep within the cold vastness of space, their discovery approaches their naive planet, and within that object houses a weapon that will forever shape the course of human history.
>In fact, this force could be responsible for dooming the Earth back into a state before the dawn of man.
>Yes, mankind is completely oblivious to the approaching apocalypse, that even the weapon itself has no clue on the wrath she’s about to unleash.
>Never have they faced something so formidable, so unstoppable, and so adorable. Never have they faced….

The End Can Neigh

>Presented in Techni-text


>Back on the large interstellar vessel currently making its malicious path towards Earth, Lord Glorgrak gives a few orders before returning to the devourer of energy.
>”Orack, gather up some of the others and proceed to meet me in the chamber soon.  We’re going to be moving the weapon to the testing facility, and make sure that this creature is ready for taking over that mud ball.  And for the love of Tahgerah, don’t forget to put on the robes, we still need to convince this thing we’re here to help it.”  He commands the bio-engineer, moving closer to the door of the room.
>”Affirmative sir, we will be joining you soon.”  Orack gives a quick salute before rushing off to gather some other scientist.
>Letting out a deep sigh and facing his back towards the room that holds the key to galactic domination, the Lord gives some final thoughts on what can be done to convince something that had a former mentality of innocent kindness.
>”I have no idea how were going to persuade this thing to work for us, but maybe I can use its generous nature against it. Still it’s going to be extremely daunting to get its alliance and with such little time, this could be all for naught.”  He tells himself throwing on a pseudo smile, turning to face the door, and making his way back to the potential god.


>You’ve been rocking yourself back in forth for who knows how long, waiting for the nice tentacle protector to return and help you with whatever it is you needed support with.
>It couldn’t have been too long but you can't stop fidgeting around impatiently.
>It’s just really boring around here, and even thought this is all so overwhelming to you, it would be nice to do something fun to get complicated thoughts off your mind.
>Plus you’re getting pretty hungry.
>Getting tired of rocking around, you spot a bang in front of your mane, and start to flick it around a little to escape the ideas of tedium and famine.
>Wow you’re very hyper individual, but for all you know that could be what they intended for you to be.
>Indented for you to be. Now there’s a thought.
>This whole time Glorgrak has been praising you like some kind of supernatural being capable of doing marvels, which is funny really.
>I mean what could they’ve possibly done to make you some kind of goddess?
>You an almighty creature?
>Pffff…you just smile at the ridiculous idea.
>Getting carried away to pass the time, you snicker to yourself as you move your hooves in a motion like you were some kind of magician.
“Oooooo, you will all fall to the mercy of my power when you see me turn this table into a chicken, blegh.” You laugh to yourself as you playfully imitate an all-powerful being.
>Heh, so maybe you’re not some influential deity, not that you care to be.
>Still why wait in this room jaded and depressed?
>The best way to turn this situation on its head is by showing a little more optimism and returning some compassion to your creators.
>They brought you into this world for some benevolent reason, so showing a little gratitude is the least you could do.
>You suppose whenever Glorgrak returns, you can ask him more about the unnecessary adoration, maybe even humor hi…..
>You hear the door hiss open and see the cloaked up entity, move back your way.
>Yay! Now at least you have someone to talk to.
>”I’m greatly sorry for the delay my goddess. Could you ever pardon my negligence?” He bows giving his apology.
>Looks like it’s your chance for a little amusement.
>Putting ob your best displeased display, you attempt to poke at your custodian.
“You dare leave me for so long, my subject?  If I wasn’t in such a good mood, I would have turned you into a pfffff into a pffff….” You collapse into uncontrollable laughter after doing a mediocre job of sounding like some overlord. “Hehe, I’m just kidding, Glorgrak, I’m not mad. Just having a little fun I suppose.”
>You notice he quirks a brow on top of his puzzled expression.
>”Ha…haha, my child, you’re quite the entertainer.” He gives off a fake laugh.  “For a moment, I thought you were going to unleash your fury upon me. You seem to have….increased your enthusiasm since we last conversed.”
“Sorry Glorgrak, I was just getting a little bored is all and even if I could, I would never hurt you.  You’re such a nice person and besides after sitting here for a while I thought, why should I be so frightened and muddled?  Instead I should be happy to help the one who’s helped me!  So what can I do for my loyal subject?”  You chuckle, shifting up and throwing a little witticism at him.
>”Really?” He directs in a mutter. “I mean, that’s delightful news, my redeemer.  Soon more of the members of this vessel will come to assist you in discovering your exact resolution. Till then, do you have further questions?”  He returns to a joyful appearance, still giving a sight nod in respect.
>What to ask, what to ask?
“Hmmm, well to be honest, I’m still really confused as to why you keep referring me to some kind of god-like being.  What could I possibly do to help you in such a significant way?  I mean I don’t want to be rude, but there’s no way I could control the cosmos and stuff.”  You keep your smile but speak with questionable intentions.
>”Oh my child, you couldn’t be more erroneous, but soon you will see your scale of power.  Once the others join us in your presence, everything will start to make sense, liberator.”  He starts to grow a grin that doesn’t look very friendly, but that could just be how it always looks.
>Well even though it’s far-fetched, looks like you have to juggle the idea that maybe you’re very powerful, even though you feel….feeble.
>Just the thought of having that responsibility, makes you shudder.
“Ok that’s fine I believe you, it’s just….” You’re swiftly interrupted by the drumming of an empty stomach, and let out a light blush from the embarrassing vibration.  “Heh, excuse me.  Is there any chance I could have something to snack on?”
>Before he could give you an answer, the door opens up again, as more robed tendril people move into the room you’re in.
>”My child, you will be feasting soon enough.”

>After some introductions and moving you on the table to another room, the group of your creators briefed you on what’s about to happen.
>They’re all so wonderful and treat you with the same esteem as Glorgrak, by doing what they can to make you happy.
>Sure, you wish you didn’t have to be all over the place and would prefer to do something more exiting, but you’re still enjoying the spoiling treatment of your creators.
>The pleasant scientist named Oraaahck, explained that they needed to run tests on you after your conception into this universe.
>You’re a very different individual, so something had to be understood about you before moving forward, which wasn’t very settling, but you still trusted your kindhearted inventors.
>Apparently, they created you to do something that had to do with sciency things that you had no idea what they meant.
>All the graphs and terminology made you extremely dizzy, but there was one thing you caught.
>What was understood is after the test; you will have all the food you can eat, so you weren’t going to argue.
>Even though you’re still giggling at the thought, this process is going to prove if you’re supernatural.
>After some more instructions, Glorgrak comes to assure if you’re ready to move on with the procedure.
>”Now my child, this is a very significant diurnal.  We’re about to see if your creation was a success, but I know you are going to impress us all.” He pats you on the head and your cheeks begin to go red again.
“Thank you, Glorgrak.  I will do what I can not to fail you. Only one thing though, what is it that I’m supposed to be doing again?” You scratch your head in confusion, as the others push your table into the massive open room and you turn around to face Glorgrak.
>The others leave until it’s just you and the original guardian who greeted you into this life.
>”That my redeemer….that is for you to find out.”  He tenderly explains as he backs out of the door of the testing room, leaving you alone again.
>Well, I guess let’s get this over with so you can grab some grub.
>Turning around to face the wide open space, all you can see is a strange glowing rock in the middle of the massive room.
>You just stare at it for some time and needed to decide what to do.
>Maybe you should, or perhaps there’s uhh…….
>…….
>……ok you have no idea what to do.
>Obviously there’s something to do with that rock, but what exact…..ly…..are….you……
>Inadvertently, your mind begins to clear itself until there is nothing left but absolute focus between you and the strange grit.
>After scrutinizing it meticulously for a period, something tells you to move closer to the large pillar of luminosity.
>You don’t know if it’s your senses, your brain, or the fact that those two antennas on your head are starting to twitch towards the direction of the shining stone, but you need to do something about that beautiful gem.
>Gradually trotting to the thing, you calmly lick your lips.
>This…..this feels so weird but it also feels so right.
>Before you knew it, you were but a couple of feet from the unusual object, and your mouth was salivating at an alarming rate.
>Sitting down on your hunches in front of the item, you could only muster up a few moods.
>You….you need this.
>You….want this.
>Letting your horn activate and surge with energy, your probes start to come to life.
>In a matter of seconds, you were absorbing the strange glow of the rock.
>And it was…it was stimulating.
>Your body began to quake and your eyes roll back from such an incredible experience.
>Your veins were now coursing with such raw power and your form was enjoying every moment of it.
>Never have you felt something so pleasurable and so awe inspiring.
>This truly made you feel….resilient, but it was over before it began.
>The rock before you was no longer releasing any radiance.
>The motivating spectacle was finally over, and you do feel somewhat different.
>In fact, you’re no longer famished.
>Did you just….did you drain that boulder of its power to sustain yourself?
>Looking down and turning the bottom of your hooves towards your face, still completely dumbfounded, you started to contemplate at the mere thought of what you just did.
>Maybe….maybe you’re something astonishing after all.
>Before you could go full philosophical about this phenomenal achievement, your mind is interrupted as you hear the door open behind you.
>Turing around with complete contentment in your appearance, you welcome your guardians that you’ve now accepted as true comrades.
>For them to treat the way they have and for them to give you the opportunity to do…..that, these are the ones who undoubtedly care for you.
>As they start to move closer to you, something doesn’t seem right.
>Are they…are they smaller?
>By the time they were but a few feet away, you could confirm your rationalizations.
>Even though you were still sitting on your rump, your keepers that used to tower over you, only come up to your chin now.
>You also note they don’t look too scary anymore, and they’re actually kind of cute.
>Ok….so maybe you’re supernatural.
>With Glorgrak walking to the front of you, he lets out cries of joy.
>”My child you were wonderful!  You were able to complete what you were destined to do.” He raises his arms to glorify you like a holy servant.
“Th….thanks.  You sheepishly rub the back of your neck. “Though I still don’t know what I did to be honest, but I must know now.  Please….please tell me what I really am.”  You sympathetically look down to your inventors.
>”I’ll try to explain it the best way I can, redeemer.” Orack steps up to you. “You are our most prized creation, and perhaps the most cherished child in our planets history.  You are a living accumulator, who has to potential to absorb near infinite amounts of energy.”
”Accumulator?” You tilt your head at the term. “What is that and absorb energy? Is that what I did with the rock?
>”Correct. Think of an accumulator like a battery.” Orack continues lecturing while pacing around. “Like a battery, you are able to store energy within your body and with those probes in your head, you now have the ability to consume more energy and store it, without overexerting your limitations.  The object in the room contained natural nuclear energy, and since it was such a large amount you were able to detect and easily feed off of it.”
>You nod your head and pressed further questions.
“Ok, so then why did I get bigger?”  You humbly request, pointing a hoof to your body.
>”Without getting too in depth with the mechanics and physics of things, since I know it confuses you redeemer, that apparatus on your head has the ability to convert energy into mass as a means of storing resources.  In other words, the more you absorb, the more matter you supplement.”
>This is all so unreal, but something is still bugging you.
>Why…why would they give you this capability?
”I don’t understand, why did you all go through the trouble of making something like me?” You begin to quiver your mouth at such an intimidating obligation.
>Glorgrak takes the center stage to answer your dilemmas.
>”Why do you think we refer to you as a liberator, a redeemer.  That is because you are the only one who can save us.  My child, our world is…..dying.”
>You put a hoof to your mouth as you hear his melancholy story.
>”Over the past couple of generations, our world has slowly depleted its resources due to unfortunate natural disasters and other incidences out of our control.  The results have left us desperate so we needed a way to restore our dying home before it’s too late.”
>You start to let out a few sniffs for your loving guardians.
>”It was only a matter of time before we lose our world…before we lose hope.  That was until we successfully created you.  My child, you have the ability to save us, if you so wish.”
>After wiping away some tears, a passionate, poised, smile forms on your lips.
>”I know it’s a severe demand we ask of you, but if you could gather…..”
>In one rapid movement, you reach out your arms and grabbed a hold of what you now considered a father, and gave him a hug he’ll never forget.
“You don’t even have to ask twice.” You smother him in your embrace, giving him nuzzles of unfathomable magnitude.  “Of course I will help you and your people. After all that’s my purpose, right?”
>”Child…plz….you’re…crushing….” His pleas for mercy go unheard.
“I understand now, I need to restore the energy of your world, by absorbing plentiful amounts and giving it back to your people.” You continue to hug the literal life out of Glorgrak.
>”I…can’t…brea..”
“After all the power you’ve bestowed upon me, let me do what I can and use my gifts for good and then maybe after I help save the world we’ll be the best of friends, and then we can play, and then we can watch…”
>”Redeemer uhhhh, I don’t think Lord Glorgrak is conscious.” Orack runs and taps you on your side.
>Looking down at your arms and noticing a blue faced protector with his tongue sticking out; you set him down quickly but gingery and begin to pour out the gilt.
“Oh my gosh, Glorgrak, I didn’t know! I’m so-so-so sorry!  Here let me just…” You reached out a helping hoof, only for your ‘daddy’ to retreat back in horror.
>”For the love of Tahgerah, I’ll be ok.” He jumps back, putting his hands on his knees to get some air.  “Whoooo, just….just s-stay right th-there….I’ll be fine.”
“Heh-heh, sorry about that.” You awkwardly confess, rubbing the back of your head.
>Note to self, you also gain strength.
>After Glorgrak regained some oxygen and popped his back with a grotesque snap that could be heard throughout the ship, he turns back to you.
>”So….huuu…so redeemer, are y-you wi…willing to accept this task?” He offers, breathlessly, with his tentacles still on his knees.
“With the utmost honor my new friends.” You stand up assertively; not noticing the crew winced at the f word. “So what does your redeemer need to do?  Go to some planet full of those rocks or something?”
>”Actually yes, we’re on a way to a planet full of energy, and you’re going to take as much as you can from the planets populace.” Orack intrudes with your new mission.
“You can count on me.  I will not fail my protectors in taking….another….planets…energy…from….it’s…..owners…..”
>…..did you just hear that correctly?

>The last couple of hours were eventful and chaotic.
>Glorgrak and the others were taking you to copious places throughout the ship, and did everything they could to authorize that you’re the prized child of the Tahgerian people.
>You even had to do another assessment right after you consumed the energy from the atomic slab.
>That test was used to confirm that you could return energy from your body back to any device capable of storing it.
>It wasn’t too hard and the experiment was performed flawlessly.
>The only thing you weren’t found of was the outcome of the task.
>You were able to regain your original size, give or take a few inches, but the whole trial left you tremendously fatigued.
>Unlike the literal electrifying rush of absorbing power, giving it back was the broad opposite of pleasant.
>Still, having your initial small frame was delightful, and your protectors were nice enough to let you keep some electricity as a petite snack.
>As satisfying as a treat that was, the hectic chores were far from over.
>You had to go through some extra scans and check-ups before you can be sent on your divine mission.
>With only a couple of hours from being deployed to the planet, your emotions are anything but assured.
>Just the frightening duty of going to a world and sucking up enough energy to save your guardian’s home was an incredible and nerve racking operation.
>However, the actual mission itself wasn’t what was perturbing you the most.
>”You’re going to take as much as you can from the planets populace.” Those words have been hammering in your skull ever since they made their way past your ears.
>You were going to be responsible for….robbing the energy from a world that wasn’t yours.
>Even though you promised to do whatever you can to help your loving creators, and still feel devoted to the errand, this is something else.
>This….just doesn’t seem right.
>If your architect’s world was dying because of the low amounts of power, then what makes this new place any different?
>They probably need energy to sustain life as well.
>…….what do you do?
>Do you say something? Do you decline…..
>No! No you’re going to do what you can to aid, but maybe you can do something that isn’t so unkind.
>Just bring it up to your parents; they shouldn’t mind, right?
>After all, they’ve said they wouldn’t want to displease you and everything about this is distasteful, so conveying up the issue should….
>”Redeemer, please look this way.” A random scientist, modestly, requested.
>Oops, guess you got so lost in thought, that you have no idea where you are or what is being done at the moment.
“Sorry, I was just….just thinking of something unimportant.” You shyly lie, flinching your eyes, as a bright laser is shined in them.
>Once your vision cleared up, you establish that you’re standing in the middle of some small room, while the others are using various instruments to check on your stamina, before you instigate the assignment.
>Letting out a soft sigh, you did the best to put on a fake smirk so it doesn’t worry the others.
>”Is something troubling you, child?” Glorgrak comes to your side, noting that your excited state a while ago vanished so suddenly.
>Guess that didn’t work, but now’s your chance to talk it out.
“Nothing’s wrong….it’s just….just…..hey what do I even look like?  I mean I haven’t even seen myself since I was born and I’m just really curious!” You animatedly ask, avoiding your exact question.
>”Of course, liberator, you deserve to know.  Quickly, bring a mirror.” Glorgrak waves a tentacle to get someone’s attention.
>As one of the other space men brings you a mirror, you envision what your appearance could be like.
>You’re supposed to be a god-like being that can take energy whenever you please, so you probably look like some intimidating monster.
>When one of the researchers holds the mirror in front of you, you start to cautiously approach it, praying that you don’t have the face of some repulsive beast.
>Your pleas weren’t answered.
“No! No-no-no-no, I look hideous!” You rapidly put a hoof out, looking away from your tentacle covered face.
>”Huh?…Oh, sorry about that, redeemer, I had it a little tilted to where you were actually looking at Orack.” The random scientist confesses, angling to mirror a little more so you can see your true reflection. “There you go.”
>You can sense the heat escape from your cheeks.
“Heh-heh, sorry, Orack.  I didn’t mean that, honestly.”  You awkwardly apologize looking back to him and then at the mirror once more, not spotting Orack’s head started to hang low, with a single tear rolling down his face.
>Well here it goes.
>You look….you look!
>Like a miniature unicorn.
>Letting an avowed sigh out and wiping the sweat from your brow, pleased to know you weren’t….uhhh unique like the others, you study your figure a little more.
>From what you could tell your plush coat consisted of a light shade of blue.
>Darting your eyes up and down to your mane and tail, the shade of both were associated with a light yellow.
>The style of your mane was heavily spikey and frizzled up as if you just got out of bed, with the length of it running down to your shoulders, and most of the front bangs at the end curling forward.  Your tail was just as wild as the rest of your hair.
>Wow….and just look at those things.
>Now being able to see the metallic antennas that stick out of your head, they’re a lot bigger than you first expected.
>About the width of half a hoof and a height of your large head, you could see why they were able to slurp up energy fluently.
>The last thing you studied was your ambient violet eyes.
>They were definitely the future that stuck out to you the most, because they were irregular.
>In fact, when you viewed them closely enough, you noticed the inside of your irises were dancing with electricity.
>You even jumped back a little when a spark shot out of your pupil’s and traveled through the rest of your eyes.
>Other than your eccentric eyes, you don’t look a world threatening creature, that’s for sure.
“Thank you for the mirror, I’m glad to know what I look like!” You fervently state, approving the way you appear.
>After the white cloaked assistant drew the looking glass away, Glorgrak pulled up to your side to make sure everything was at ease.
>”I’m satisfied that you’ve sanctioned your build, my savior.  Is there any other matter that’s disturbing you?”
>Ok since he’s in a good mood, now’s the chance to ask.
”Yes, I still have something that’s bothering me.  Why…why….why don’t I have a name?!” You warily grinned, again redirecting away from your proper qualm.  “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gratifying titles, but it’s kinda depressing that I don’t have a name like everyone else.”
>”Oh, how discourteous of our intentions. Why of course you carry a name, we’ve just felt it was more reverential to refer to your title.” Glorgrak bows, as if he was waiting for your command. “Do you wish to know it?”
>You smile from ear to ear, knowing you can be called something not so celestial.
“Yes, I would really like to know!” You rear up, clapping your hooves, waiting for your very own name.
>”Yes child, as soon as your induction is passed, nowhere in the vast universe will any living existence overlook the name you convey.  They will show reverence and be devoted to your name, or risk the severe certainty of your cosmic rules.” He raises he’s tendril arms, high above to applause your name. “You are Sonork: Master and Consumer of Energy!” He shouts, as your name, violently, echoes throughout the ship, in a way that seems impossible.
>………
>Scrunching your face, opening your jaw, and sticking out a tongue, disgusted, you repeat your revolting name.
“Suun-oork?”
>”Sonork.” He repeats with his arms up, name echoing and all.
>Did you just hear booming thunder in the background?
>Uhhhhh…
“Uhhhhh…that’s a…I don’t know if I like that name.”  You admit, getting moot looks from the commander. “I would like a better one, if it’s ok.”
>The entire crew had their heads tilted, and you think you heard someone in the back pout ‘It took me ages to think of that name’.
“I mean, I appreciate you guys for thinking of one, but I would like something a little more….standard.”  You put a hoof to your chin, thinking of a better name to associate yourself with. “Hmmm, how about Sparky?  Emmm no….or maybe Joule-ia?…..Meh, nah.  Oh I know! How about Zippy! It’s a short and sweet name, plus it describes me cause you know I’m so full of energy! Both figuratively and…..and….”
>You’re intervened with several glares, frowns, and some pokerface.jpg’s.
“….and…literally…..You know what? Sonork has a nice ring to it.” You look away, addressing your fib in an embarrassing mumble.
>With everyone shifting back to finish some final inspections, all that was needed was a brief rundown of the planet you’re about to unwillingly invade.
>”Ok, Sonork, we’re only instants away from approaching the event horizon of the target terra.  We’re going to give a transient presentation on what you can expect from the planets dominate species and the many sources of energy you can take.” Orack shines the holo-board in front of you.
>Releasing a deflating groan, you give a couple of hesitant nods.
>Once a couple of short, well defined, points were elucidated, you were able to get a decent understanding of the exotic world.
>Earth, as they defined it, was a water abundant ecosphere that comprised of human beings as the ruling organisms.
>Though they’re not as advanced as your creators, their technology isn’t lacking.
>It would have been nice to see how they looked, but it looks like Orack didn’t have the gen.
>With the images you were shown, you grasp that they’ve used plentiful amounts of technology, factories, and machines that needed several types of energy to operate.
>As your instructors give some last bits of information, the holo-board ends the lecture with a floating image of the blue and green sphere, full of unsuspecting life.
>”Scans show that you’re completely healthy and prepared to assume your destined obligation.  Are you ready to accomplish spectacles?”  The captain pronounces, confidently.
>You unintentionally ignore Glorgraks tribute, as you delicately touch the vivid projection of the blue planet, that mirrored so vibrantly off your eyes.
“It’s……it’s so beautiful.  I….Glorgrak, I can’t do this.”  You whisper words of doubt, looking away and hoping this wouldn’t upset your caretaker.
>”What….what do you mean?”  He inaudibly requests, with a slim attitude of irritation.
“I…those people, t-they must need energy to live as well.  I can’t just go take it like some…bully.” You look up at the towering guardian with sympathetic eyes.
>”You are a very powerful being, Sonork.  You don’t need to display consideration towards a species that are fragile to-“
“So then that makes me better? I can just go and take what I want just because I’m stronger?”  You passionately raise your voice, retorting at the very idea of the atrocious act, but switch your words to a more calm volume. “I…I didn’t mean to get mad. I’m so sorry, Glorgrak, I will do what I can to help my creators, but I will not resort to becoming some sort of monster.”
>Before he could respond to your decline of the task, he instead lets out a breath and looks away with disappointment.
>”I thought you cared.  I….understood that you didn’t want them to die.” He firmly but silently murmurs.
“Please, don’t make me feel guilty about this.  There has to be other ways to help our peo-“
>”No…no not just our people, my child.” He still is keeping is sights away from your prospect. “You were going to save the humans as well, but I understand-“
“Wait, what do you mean?!” You tense up at the last comment.
>Glorgrak shines a malevolent grin away from you, but still manages to keep a passive expression.
>”Sonork, the humans have ignorantly created too much energy, which has affected them to overcompensate and over rationalize.  They don’t know it, but it’s leading to their doom.”
“What!?” You cover your lips at the dismaying information. “Why…why didn’t you tell me?”
>”My child, did you really think you were going to ste…gather their sources with evil purposes?”  He turns back with concern. “You are the redeemer for all of creation in this universe.  It is your profession to not only take energy and restore dying worlds, but take away the despairs of civilizations who cannot comprehend their own mistakes.”
>Before you could respond to the terrible news, Glorgrak takes the holo-board from Orack and shines one last image.
>The hologram shows an array of yellow lights across the landforms of the planet.
>”This diagram displays the current energy the humans currently possess, if you’re not able to stop their destructive habits from constructing more….” Glorgrak finishes his grim details, as the lights start to infect the rest of the globe slowly turning into a ferocious red.
>In only a couple of seconds, the innocent world is flooded with overabundant crimson, and proceeds to decay into nothing.
>Turning your head away, you cry out petitions to halt displaying the horrid future for those acquitted creatures.
“Stop, please, I’ve seen enough!” You shout, launching your arms around Glorgrak, a letting your guilt poor along with some tears. “I’m sorry, Glorgrak, I shouldn’t have been so clouded.  I should’ve trusted that you were making the right decisions for me.  Please, I don’t want that to happen to you, to them, to anyone!”
>Getting down on a knee, your most trusted friend looked straight into your eyes.
>”Then tell me, my savoir, what are your going to do?” He puts both tentacle constructed hands on your shoulders.
>Doing what you can to dry away your sorrows, you stand up firm and proud, narrowing your brows and giving a confident statement.
“What I was born to do. I will use my powers to help those who can’t help save themselves.”  Still possessing an affirmative posture, you switch to a firm smile. “I will save your planet, I will save their planet, and I will do all the good I can and be the benevolent rescuer you intended me to be.”
>He gives a soft smile at your assenting proclamation.
>”We know you will.”

>The time has come.
>You’ve been strapped securely in a pod that will safely get you through Earths atmosphere and near a location to start absorbing energy quickly and efficiently.
>You don’t want to be intruding on the human’s home world any longer than you have to.
>”You are going to make your descent to the planet upon a moment’s notice.  What is your present status?” Glorgrak gives some last questions, through your apparent communication device in your probes.
“I’m…I’m very nervous, but I know I can do this.”  You shake fretfully, but do you can to stay encouraged.
>”I know this must be an immeasurable amount of stress on your being, my child, but you are about to embark a journey that will ascend you to great pinnacles.” He serenely gleams comforting words with you. “Be prepared to deploy.”
“T-t-thank you, Glorgrak, I will not fail.” You mumble holding an uncontrollable, quivering, right hoof over your chest.  “Oh and if you don’t mind, could you warn me when-.”
>The vessel that surrounds you jerks in a flash, and you’re sent plummeting down to Earth.
>Releasing a rapid scream, you can sense the stress and forces that attack you’re physical and mental welfare.
>Your body is shaking hysterically from the outside momentum's, and the plentiful butterflies in your stomach.
>Come on focus, Sonork, you can…
>Thoughts become interjected by a vicious agitation of your container.
>It’s completely dark and cramped in the shell your creators have stuffed you in.
>Thankfully you’re not claustrophobic, oh wait yes you totally are!
>Nono, stop thinking negatively, you can do this!
>The hull vibrations deepen.
>You can’t tell what is causing you to quake with fear anymore, but it shouldn’t matter.
>You must calm yourself, this should almost be-
>Another powerful crash throws you like a ragdoll.
>If this thing’s tremors begin to strengthen, you question if it will hold.
>All of the sudden, you can hear the loud boom of entering the atmosphere.
>Now all the intense shaking is associated with vehement sounds, as if that’s what you really need right now!
>You know you’re about to land.
“Youcandothis. Youcandothis. Youcan-“
>…….

>Sluggishly parting your eyelids, you realized the rough trip knocked you out momentarily.
>After letting your breaths and mind catch up to you, observations were made about your current predicament.
>You’re still in a cramped dark shuttle, but you notice light is seeping near the outer edges of the door.
>Well here you are, guess you’ll easily open the door with-
>As soon as you made contact, the hatch shot open and blistering sunlight invaded your little case.
>Gritting your teeth and shielding your eyes, you did what you could to ease the piercing brilliance.
>Once your vision was properly adjusted, you could see nothing but a heavenly blue, cover the sky above.
>Wow…it’s precious.
>Moving to your harness, you gave them a little tug only to be greeted by the binds opening themselves up for you.
>Doing what your severe, sore, physique could, you climb out and over the hatch with a hind leg catching the door edge that sent you plummeting to the outside.
>Falling to the dirt floor with a loud thud, instead of winching in pain, you admired the setting you’re in.
>You could feel the warm dirt on your hooves and look up to see the planets star shining so brilliantly.
>Since you’ve been cooped up in your metal home for so long, it paled in comparison to this natural beauty.
>Giving yourself a good stretch, you turned around to see what damage you caused during your landing.
>Yeesh…there’s a long black smoldering path your pod formed as well as a little basin.
>Trotting up the small crater your impact created, you get to the top and look around your surroundings.
>Hmm…the terrestrial is browner than you thought and you didn’t see any water.
>Strange, but you do noticed a large red edifice in the distance with a metal tower holding a large propeller.
>That must be some kind of human household you figured, and where there’s humans, there is energy.
>Plus if you ask nicely and tell them you’re here to aid, they’ll probably point you to more.
>Growing a thrilled and resilient smile, you raced towards the building and started your generous quest.
“Don’t worry, humans.  I’m going to do what I can to save your planet!”  You eagerly claim, galloping towards the foreign structure, innocently but inevitably, declaring war on the human race.

>Back on the battle cruiser, a group of Tahgerian’s watch on a monitor that can zoom in precisely on their apocalyptic package that travels to Earth.
>Nervousness surrounds the room with regards to their world conquer making a successful trip.
>It would be a shame to have spent all the effort and years of development towards the accumulator device, for it to die along with some pathetic equine.
>”The pod has approached the atmosphere and is still stable.” Orack confirms still unsure what the final result will be.
>”Where did we decide to first deploy it after all?”  Glorgrak turns menacingly to the scientist, doing his best to clear thoughts of a failed landing.
>”We found the best spot to be here on this body of land.”  Orack points to a holographic map of an area of little undergrowth.
>”And why was this the best option?”
>”The area isn’t too dense with a human population sir so it will be hard for humans to respond to the threat, but there are still traces of plentiful energy for her to consume.  If she continues to press on to any location, she should have enough power and size to be a juggernaut when approaching larger cities.”  The researcher gives his last bits of theories, as both turn back to the hull reaching close to impacting the ground.
>With only seconds to spare, the crew of the control panel falls silent.
>The pod hits the land with a vicious boom, as the screen is covered with thick dust.
>”How is it, where is it!” The captain barks, in fear for his weapon.
>”I don’t know, I’m not getting any signatures.” Orack moves knobs and switches to clear up the picture.
>The warmonger emerges over the expert and bluntly asks, in a tone that could shatter worlds.
>”Where…..is…..it….”
>”She…uhh….she…..wait!” The cowering scientist exclaims, noticing something on the screen. “The life support, it’s indicating she’s unconscious, but completely healthy.  She made it, she made it!”
>Looking back at the display, the dust starts to clear as an unscathed pod rests on the Earth floor.
>The room erupts with victorious cheers as both the commander and lead scientist both show signs and sighs of relief.
>”Mission accomplished.” Glorgrak conceitedly asserts, ripping off his cloak and supporting a more warlike outfit. “No need for these ridiculous sheets anymore.”
>The rest of the crew follow in unison and report to their stations.
>”Ok, everyone from here on out the plan is very simple.” The captain orders and sits on his rightful chair in the center of the bridge.  “We have to keep a watchful eye on the weapon as it makes its destructive path on Earth, but we have to let it know it’s doing a good deed.  Keep a monitor on it at all times, and if there is ever any stress indicated from the creature, we must do what we can to calm it and trick its simple mind.  I’ll be the one who will communicate with Sonork, because it has put the highest trust in me.”
>”Yes sir.” They all salute and return back to their respective seats.
>”Good, proceed to the arraying Camouflage Protocol Alpha!”  Glorgrak declares fulsomely.
>Camouflage Protocol Alpha:  slowly scuttling the ship behind the moon.
>”Excellent...” The leader proudly smiles, rubbing his tendril infested hands.
>As a couple of hours pass by, the hatch departs from the hull and the crew watches with attentive excitement.
>”This is it my fellow comrades, our redeemer is going to make its first small movements that will soon transcend into unstoppable Earth shattering steps, and send this world spiraling out of-“
>Glorgrak is interrupted by a four legged klutz falling out and rolling on to the floor in an innocent matter.
>A facepalm immediately smacks the commander’s head and reverberates throughout the rest of the ship.
>”This is going to be excruciating.”

>You’ve been galloping for a relatively long distance to reach the bizarre Earthly shelter.
>Breaths were short by the time you pulled up, and this made you crave for energy even more.
>Reaching some weird white barrier that wasn’t made with metal and was spaced enough to fit through, you squeeze by a hole and advanced to what you considered the main area.
>Huh, well there’s nothing here but a big red structure, a slightly smaller white one, and the large metal fan.
>Where are the humans?
“Heeeeello, is anyone here?” You cry out hoping someone or something would respond back.
>Nothing.
>You continued to trot around and call for any sign of contact with the home species.
>No luck. It looks like the place is….
>Hold up, you definitely saw something move around the white large box.
>Make that two things, and like your creators, they walk up on a set of long legs.
>The creatures also have two arms and each carry hair on their head, with one of them having a longer mane.
>Looks like they don’t support tentacles or the same height.
>To be frank, they don’t look as intimidating either.
>Oh my gosh….it’s humans! I just has to be!
>Rearing up to make a mad dash to your first acquaintance of this new world, you ran up as close as you could, and gave your proper hellos.
“Greetings, what I presume is humans, it’s a pleasure to finally meet the owners of this planet!” You smile giving a little bow as a sign of respect. “Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Sonork, and I’ve come to help you in your time of crisis!”
>The two creatures stood there with jaws open, and disordered guises on their faces.
>You gape back as your grin fades away and wonder if they could understand you.
“Uhhhhhh…..Oh! I get it, you’ve never seen anything quite like me before, have you?”  Your smile returns.  “Well as unusual as I may seem, let me be the first to say I mean you no harm.  I have been sent here from my creators to cure your world from a terrible error, one that you have no idea about!”
>They look at each other, then back at you with the same perplexed presence.
“Ummmm, hello? Do you understand me?”  You wave a hoof at them, to get their attention.
>”Sara jobas qee doon ze bara, Ma.   Mer qee jun una smotha do se?” The creature responds at your problem.
“Wait wut?” You give a jumbled expression yourself.
>The two individuals, who carry a resembling body structure but look completely different from each other, begin to chat among themselves at the current situation.
>Oh no, of course there’s going to be a language barrier between you both, why didn’t you think of that before?
>Sitting down on your hunches, you put a hoof to your chin and thought of what you could possibly do.
>Ok new plan, Sonork, how are you going to communicate now?

>”Well wouldja look at that, Ma. Have ya ever seen a thing like it?” The male rancher looks towards his wife of many years.
>”No sir, Pa.  That’d be one of the darnest things.”  The woman shakes her head in disbelief. “That must be one of them ponies from a circus er somethin.”  She says, looking at the outlandish horse continuing to move around and neigh like nothing ever witnessed by the pair before.
>”Possibly, Ma.  Look at the color of its hair and that there metal satellites sticking out of its head.”  The rancher points to the large probes. “That musta been used fer some kinda new trick or somethin.”
>”Could explain why the horse can move and make racket like any other human, Pa.  The poor dear, must’ve been painful to put’em in.” She gazes, sympathetically, at the extraordinary mare.
>Before they could continue their conversation, they notice the small pony point to her open mouth and rub her stomach.
>”Well wouldja look at that, Pa.  The little dear is hungry.”  She smiles at the pony’s gesture.  “I’m gonna go fetch some carrots for the little one.”
>After coming back from inside the house, the older woman presents food to their little guest.
>”Here yah go, little one, they’re quite fresh.” She calmly smiles, moving the carrots close to the pony’s muzzle.
>The animal cautiously approaches and gives the sustenance a couple of sniffs before sticking out a tongue and forcefully shaking its head in a displeased fashion.
>It goes back to the same movements of showing hunger.
>“Huh, well how bout that, Ma.  The little horse don’t like yer carrots.”  The man puts his hands on his hips, absolutely baffled at the animal’s discontent towards the vegetable.
>“How very particular, Pa.  Maybe it only eats circus food.” She looks back to her husband, not realizing that the pony is now gawking vacuously at the side of their house.
>“That could be true there, Ma.  Maybe I’ll make a phone call and see if we can get this here pony to its proper home.”  He agrees staring at the now hypnotized pony that twitches its antennas a little and starts to trot near the house.
>“Aww, now look at that, Pa.  She sees a little patch o’ grass by the fuse box.  Guess she eats normal after all.” The elderly woman laughs, as the mare sits down drooling in front of the circuit panel.
>”Looks that way, Ma. Now what still gets me is that loud boom we heard last night” He shares, giving his attention towards the location of the explosion and not to the pony whose probes start to spark.
>”I’ll tell you what, Pa.  I never heard anythin like it.”  She agrees, ogling at the same direction, and not at the three foot mare who beings to glow and grow.
>”It was probably some military test or some other nonsense the govern’n folks spend our money on, the bastards.”  He curses, oblivious to the extraterrestrial creature that absorbed the homes energy, now standing at ten feet, and proceeds to move to the telephone pole that wires the house.
>”You can say that again, Pa.”  She laughs as the pony devours more electric juice. “Now, let’s get back to the little dear and see if we….” She pauses when she heard what sounds like a static pop, and both turn around at the horror that stands a few yards from them.
>Continuing to draw the energy dry from the transformer, the not so little pony keeps expanding in size until it finally stops short of making eye contact with the top of the pole.
>Once it was done with its frightening display, giant horse leisurely turns around and trots towards the couple who were close to having seizures.

>Getting a few gratifying wobbles from your body, you decrease the rate of absorbing the voltage.
>You weren’t going to be rude and take it all.
“Emmm, that was so delicious.” You lick you lips, finishing some last bits of electricity from the used to be tall rod.
>Turning around to see the lovely humans, you noticed they’re embraced in each other’s arms, with a look that you confirmed to be fear.
“Oh my, don’t be scared.”  You look down at them with the friendliest smile you could form. “Allow me to explain.  You see when I absorb energy; it does unnatural things to my body.  What you saw was perfectly nor…”
>You were cut short by a flamboyant shriek from the human with long hair, as they both fled from your position.
>Right…they can’t understand you, dummy.
“Wait! Please don’t run.  I’m not going to hurt you.”  You plea lying down on your belly, and throwing out both arms to surround them.
>Pulling them in close to your chest, you carefully nuzzle the squirming people, and do what you could to assure you mean good will.
“See, don’t be scared.”  You tentatively rub your cheeks to both of the kind humans. “I just want to thank you for the meal.  I know you may not have understood, but I still want to show appreciation.  I hope you don’t mind me borrowing the energy.”
>They pay no attention to your peace offering, as one of them escapes your clutches, and then does what it could to help pull the other one out.
>You understood the gist here.
>Letting go of an extensive sigh and your captive, both humans run screaming, with their arms swinging, to a big metal box.
>Once they get inside the steel container, it comes to life and speeds far away from you.
>Sitting back down, you begin to feel a deep depression.
“What have you done, you monster?” You whisper negative lashes to yourself.
>”My child, why are you distraught?” Glorgrak immediately calls to you from your aerials.
“Oh Glorgrak, look what I did.” You throw both hooves to your head, spilling your antagonizing fault. “I hurt the poor humans.  They must think I’m a bad pony now.”
>For a while your heard no response.
>”Oh my, Sonork, you couldn’t be more incorrect.” He rejoins, with a composed manner. “They retreated to go talk to other humans, and let them know that the savior has arrived!”
“What do you mean? They looked awfully scared.” You question in defense, looking up to the sky as if you were trying to make eye contact with your people.
>”Are you referring to them moving away from you rapidly and flaming their arms, screaming?  That’s the human’s way of saying thank you.” The captain gives a carefree chuckle.
“Really?”
>”Of course, my redeemer.”
“Then what about when I talked to them.  They didn’t seem to understand me, and I had no clue what they were saying either.”  You stand up, still looking at the clouds.
>”Oh but they did understand you.  There expressions looked chaotic, because they couldn’t find the words to say to your liberal offer!  It will take time for you to comprehend their foreign tongue, but you will know the more with the duration you spend collecting power.”  Glorgrak’s speech echoes in your head, trying to relieve your sadness.
“Re….really?” You start to smirk at the commander’s encouragement. “I’m doing good then?”
>”Sonork, once you gave your announcement and even made contact with your….errr…hug, they knew that someone has come to fix a blunder they now know they transmit.”
>Accepting now what the humans meant during your first exchange, your joyful self returns and a wide grin is back on your teeth.
“Yes! I did it! I helped the humans!” You clarify to yourself looking towards the fast metal case making its way over the horizon, and giving the human’s one last sign of gratitude. “Thank you so much for the energy….I mean, aaaaaaaahhhh!” You scream on your hind legs, moving your fore arms around like a maniac.
>”…….yah, well we’re so happy that your first encounter was a fruitful one, my child, but now you must continue on your quest!”  Glorgrak reminded the mutant mare of her business.
“You’re right!  What am I doing standing around?  I’ve got a world to save!” You proudly state, letting your rods jolt to another random direction.  “I guess that’s where there would be more energy.  Thanks again Glorgrak, you’re the best!”
>”Of course my child, anything to help.” He says shutting off the transmitter and repeats vindictively. “Anything to help.”
>With those last comments, you start to cheerfully hum to yourself as you trot to another spot of scrumptious power.
>Alright, let’s get this show on the road!

>Cruising down a New Mexico interstate, two FBI agents under the Bureau of Unexplained Phenomenon were called to inspect reports of eerie activity around the county.
>Scanning through the given classified information, the passenger agent decides to speak up about this specific assignment.
>”Of all the dumb luck, another one of these calls has us running around and for what, an anomaly that some astronomers ‘think’ they caught?” The commuter expresses with skepticism, fumbling through the federal paper work.
>”Looks that way,” The driver elucidates looking in the rearview for any oncoming traffic. “But it wasn’t just some.  Evidently, many facilities picked up the irregularity and projected that a piece of it could have possibly crashed in this area of the state.”
>”Still, do you really think something happened?  These cases have been going on for the past century, and only handfuls have come up with some kind of substance.” The passenger closes the folder with doubt.
>”True, but how do you explain most of our satellites loading up with distortion, once the supposed unidentified object approached?” He gives a little glance to his partner and then focuses back on the road. “Besides, now residents of the region are making claims of spotting the object entering the atmosphere.”
>”Yah, like the Bureau hasn’t heard that one before.” He chuckles, taking a drink from his thermal cup. “Well, what do you think of all this?”
>”You want to know what I think? I think we just go in and out, hear some lucrative but false stories, and then collect our government pay. Sound fair?” He gives a little smirk to his comrade.
>”Yeah, amen to-“ The agent is interrupted by his issued cell phone and hastily answers. “Hello…..yes sir……how long ago......we’ll be on it…ok….ok…thank you, sir.”
>”What’s the damage?”
>”Well, a little outside of Gallup, they’re getting the largest sum of residents spotting our alien.” He states putting away his phone and looking at the government chauffeur. “The boys at the top want us to ask around, and see if any evidence can lead us to some more clues.  If we notice that people start to get a little antsy, just tell them it was a military fly by.”
>”Alright, let’s make this swift and proficient.” The driving operative affirms, adding a little more acceleration to the administrative vehicle.
>The two men spent most of the day traveling through the town of Gallup, doing what they could to collect any more inklings on this developing occurrence.
>Gathering stories from the populace was swift and proficient, but they all resorted in the same conclusion.
>Many said they saw a bright orange light in the clouds, and it flew behind a mountain range where no more observations could be made.  No one could confirm that it landed or it wasn’t just some aircraft, which most people came to believe.
>For those who thought it was extraterrestrial, the agents assured their sightings with the old military excuse.
>Even with all the reports unfolding the same description and with confirmation of no known aircraft flying near that airspace at the time, it’s not enough to send any drones or other divisions to scan the area.
>Coming to a close, late in the afternoon, the two men head into a local diner to finish up some last specifics and put this case on a hiatus for now.
>Waiting for their quick meals, they converse on what happened and what deductions they can draw up.
>”Well, what else is to be expected?” One of the men shoots, taking a sip of his iced fountain drink. “Nothing but glowing lights and superstition, but hey, at least we got some nice pictures out of it.” He chuckles, picking up some blurry amateur photos people were able to capture, and were given to both as evidence.
>”Yup, but can you blame some folks thinking they actually saw something?”  The other raises a humble question. “What else happens around the good ol’ city of Gallop?”
>”Ha, guess you’re right.  The poor one horse town probably wants its own unexplained history.  Not like this state doesn’t have enough of those.”
>“Yes sir.  Our food should be coming out soon, so let’s just forget about the whole-“
>The driver of the pair was interrupted by laughter near the corner of the restaurant.
>The two turn their heads from the booth, and saw that there’s a large crowd grouped around an older individual.
>”But am tellin’ yah, what I saw was the truth!” The man in the center cried out beseeching his encounter. “The beast was the most terrifyin’ thing yah could’ve seen, and it damn near ate me and my wife!”
>Another roar of laughter was erupted from the group.
>”Whatever, you old kook, do you have any pictures of the ‘beast’.” A random individual called out a rebuttal to the farmer.
>”How could Ah?! The damned monster was tryin’ to get us. My wife’s in the hospital cause she’s in so much shock.  Ah can’t even be near her, and it’s all because of that abomination!”
>”It just sounds like you two need to get to a retirement home and get away from the hassles of ranch life. Good luck convincing anyone with that ridiculous tale.” Another customer claimed, walking out of the store, and soon the crowd followed.
>The old gentleman sat down defeated, and exhaled in discontent.
>”Excuse me, sir.” One of the agents approaches the rancher, and the other follows his lead. “I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation. Is everything alright?”
>”Please, sir, Ah don’t want to be a bother with yah.  Mah mind my not be at the best right now.” The rancher claims looking up from his seat.
>”On the contrary, sir.  We’re very interested in what you said.  Allow us to introduce ourselves, me and my partner work for the FBI, and are investigating if a strange occurrence has happened in the area.  Have you seen anything unusual?”
>”Aren’t yah supposed to keep that stuff under wraps?”
>”Judging from the way you chatted with those people, I don’t think a military test is going to pass by you.  Now what did you see? We need to make sure this isn’t some kind of terrorist doing or any similar attack.”
>”Did yah not hear what Ah said?”
>”No sir, we only got a couple of words, and most of your speech was cut off by the crowd.”
>”Are yah sure you want to hear it? There’s no doubt in mah mind, you’ll find it ridiculous.”
>”Not if it could be a threat to national security, foreign or domestic.  We need to get as much evidence as we can collect before we head back to headquarters.”  The driver of the two brings out a notebook.
>”Oh, it ain’t to do with the planet, I’ll tell yah that. Alright, anythin’ to see the government stop that horrid beast.”  The farmer strained and explained his story.
>After his long detailed anecdote of his happenstance with an energy eating horse, the two men looked at each other, with one putting his palm on his forehead in frustration.
>”Ah told yah it’s crazy, but what Ah’m tellin' yah is the damn truth!” The old man cries, slamming a hand on the table.
>Inhaling a deep breath, the note taking operative puts a serene hand on the old man’s shoulder and begins to talk some sense to him.
>”I understand you’re in a lot of anxiety since your wife is in the hospital and with the unusual things going around in this town, but…..but you have to understand from our point of view.  We can’t just go around to anything without clear cut evidence.”
>”But that thing-“
>”Sir, this thing is a….horse that was able to eat electricity and increase its size-“
>”From mah waist to a damn near elephant!”
>”Right….I know you think you saw what you saw, but it just sounds…impossible.”
>”What was the point of me tellin’ yah this? If yah want that giant to run around and cause havoc, y’all be sorry that yah didn’t listen.” The farmer concludes looking away from the men.
>”Then what would you want us to do?” The agent steadily appeals.
>”What should y’all do? Go to the direction of mah ranch, and find it to get yah proof.  Then send the damn army to take care of the thing……please.” The old man finished with mercy in his lips.
>The agent stood up and looked at the rancher, letting his mind run at the ludicrous idea.
>”You’re not thinking of wasting time and money to go investigate a hunch on a….radioactive horse.” The other government personal looks thwarted at his associate.
>The driver looks to his left, out the diner window, and stares at the mountain range where the object and beast was allegedly seen.
>”Make those orders to go, please.”

>”I can’t believe this; the department is going to be furious that we’re wasting time on something so preposterous.”  The patron shakes his head, taking a bite of his sandwich.
>”They asked us to search for any clues on this case, and that’s what we’re doing.   Besides, his ranch is down a county road, which breaks off from the interstate to the nearest H.Q.  It’ll be quick and painless, I promise.” The other smiles, looking at his partner with a relaxed smile.
>”If you say so. Huh, a growing horse....Jesus. My three year old could have thought of a better creature.”
>”A man eating horse with metal masts on its head, get it right.” He turns to his assistant and waves a finger, sarcastically. “I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t sound very threatening.  The first chance we get at contact with an out of this world creature is with a poorly thought out movie monster.”
>”Haha, you can say that again.  Maybe if we give it all of our hay, it’ll spare the planet.  Now keep your eyes on the road, you numbskull.”
>”Yah-yah, sorry.  It’s just funny to think it’s….OH MY GOD!!!” The driver screams as he turned back to the gravel road.
>He quickly grabbed the wheel and did what he could to dodge two large pillars on their side of the lane.
>As the other agent does what he could to hold on, the car loses its traction to the loose grit and swerves to the side, letting the momentum carry it to the desert that surrounds them.
>With one devastating flip, the agents undergo a brutal crash that sends glass flying, metal meandering, and air bags bursting.
>Landing on its wheels, the vehicle comes to a complete break, and the men do what they could to recuperate from the accident.
>Trying his best to accumulate air and a steady consciousness, the passenger looks to his longtime partner, and hopes he didn’t receive any severe injuries.
>”Hey-hey, are you alright, can you hear me!?” He cries out, moving around to see if he’s wounded himself.
>”Yah….yah I think so.” He looks back, dazed, at the passenger seat. “I think I’m going to be……” He pauses, as extensive dismay washes over his face.
>”Hey…hey! Stay with me, are you ok.” The other shouts back, still inspecting the flabbergasted driver and then towards what he was gaping at. “HOLYSHIT!”
>The agent inhabiting the seat jumps back at his reflection off an eye the size of the car window and pushes himself as far back as he could go.
>The beast can be heard making frantic whines, as its head moves around the car, observing the two men inside.
>”Quickly, grab the firearm in the glove compartment!” The driver yells and his companion follows his order to a t.
>The head of the creature lifts up and over the vehicle and soon silence showers over the scene.
>”Fuck, what’s it doing?” The passenger exhales a wheezing whisper, looking up at the roof, copiously shaking with the 9mm in his hand.
>They both lay silent and wait for the now existing alien to make its move.
>…….
>The top of the car rashly bends and tears away from the two and they both let out roars of fright as the monster horse stares down at them.
>If only they remembered to do the jingle.

“Ohmygosh-ohmygosh, please be ok!” You hysterically cry out, galloping to the traveling box you crossed paths with.
>You big idiot, you should pay attention to where you’re going!
>Luckily, you were able to rear up and let the metallic case pass underneath you, but it wasn’t able to stop safely.
>Knowing that humans use these things to move around with, you assumed that there were some inside, and judging from the punishing wreck, they could’ve been harmed.
>Bending down to get a better view, you gawked through the windows of the vehicle to see what condition the humans are in.
>There seems to be two of them looking back at you and both appear undeniably distressed.
>They’re also covered in cuts and are tightly squeezed between two large white bags.
>Oh, you’ve done it now.
“I’m sooo-sooo sorry.” You beg for their forgiveness, as your eyes water up.
>No, don’t panic, these two are in trouble!
>You…you need to do something and fast.
>Standing over the cart, you formed an idea.
>If you could get this metal top off, you should be able to bring them out to safety.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to get you both out in one piece.” You moved your hoof down, cautiously, getting the best grip you could.
>Using enough strength to rip it off, but not hurt the people inside, you pull the roof in one fluid tug and tossed it to the side.
>You ogled down at your troubled innocents, and they eyed back releasing screams at your presence.
“I know-I know, I’m sorry.  Here let me get you out of there.” You lowered your head to grab them with your teeth.
>It wasn’t easy with them squirming in their seats the closer you got.
>Noting the long belts that surround them both, you nibbled at the straps till they snapped free and proceeded to pull out the cowering beings.
>Carefully but promptly seizing the loose fabric around their backs, you nipped at it and pulled them up one at a time to gingerly set them on the ground to your side.
>Putting the last human on the dirt floor, you backed up to give them some room to breathe.
>You really didn’t have to, as both mirrored your gesture and wobbled back as far as they could from you.
>Thank the stars, looks like they’re going to be ok.
>Giving them an empathetic smile, you keep your distance and apologized to them.
“I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t see you guys coming.  I have to get used to different perspectives when I get bigger and learn to be a lot more careful.” You rub the back of neck, ashamed that you could’ve been responsible for hurting the two nice individuals.
>Both people are still standing in a defensive state, as one of them looks at their hand and raises a little black metal object and points it directly at you.
“Oh neat, what is that th-“ You jump back when your interrupted by a sharp popping noise.
>You see the shiny black thing light up and your face starts to feel funny.
>It’s like little ticklish pecks are running across your face every time the object lights up.
>One even tips your nose causing you to sneeze.
“Ahcheeew…..excuse me.” You atone, wiping your snout and tilting your head at the human custom. “Hmmm….Glorgrak, can you hear me, I have a question.” You look up waiting for an answer.
>After a few moments, your guardian rejoinders your call.
>”Yes, Sonork, what seems to be the problem?”
“Well I don’t know if you just saw, but I accidentally caused these two humans to crash, then I pulled them out of the steel box, then I told them what I did, then I said I was sorry.…then they flashed this little sparky thingamajig at me. Do you know what that means?”  You made flipping motions with your hooves at every account, turning your attention back to the humans, to make sure they’re still ok.
>”Uhhhh….why let me see what the researchers have….ah yes.  Sonork, the humans you involuntarily ran into are very significant people.  They have their own way of saying thank you by flashing lights at you that….”
“Tickle”
>”Yes that tickle your body. The bigger the light, the more they’re delighted that you’ve helped…..You’re going to be running into a lot of that soon.”
“Really! Gosh, humans are the nicest, most generous creatures ever. I don’t know what to say.” You present a wide grin to the two men, as the one with the metal thing drops it, blatantly.
>”You should thank t-them.” Glorgrak ends the sentence with what sounded like an escaped chuckle.
“Oh yah, you’re right!”  You agreed walking to the creatures as they crane their heads to your looming shadow.
>Mounting on your rear legs, you were going to thank the two people, who were caressed in each other’s arms, the only way you knew.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, waving your arms in no particular direction.
>The two responded by rolling their eyes inside their heads and falling down on their backs.
“Awww, the little cuties. They were sleepy.” You couldn’t help but react by pressing both hooves on one side of your cheek, at the two’s adorable action.  “What do I do about the metal thing?”
>”Oh the car you mean?  Leave it there. As you can see, humans really like it when you interact with them while they’re in their vehicles.  They’re thankful that you pulled them out and saved them, but they truly feel a little more secure, but joyful, when they’re approached by your breathtaking presence.  Don’t be shy as the bigger you get to lift some up and give them a pleasant hello, just be very vigilant.” The lord shares, doing his best to control laughter from slipping through the radio.
“Oh of course I will! Thank you so much for the infor….” Your thoughts are halted as your thirsty eyes notice an area in the distance, that houses many metal springs and structures of unusual shape.
>Most importantly, the area is flowing with a large sum of Joules.
>Salivating and trotting close enough to work your magic, your probes light up and draw the energy from all the steel constructions that carried it.
>Expanding your muscles and fixating your appetite, the satisfying meal easily doubled your size.
“Emmmm, that never gets old.” You direct, letting out a satiating pant.
>”Sonork, are you enjoying your expedition of astonishing glory?”
“Oh, Glorgrak, I’m helping you, I’m helping the humans and getting to know them, and I’m doing it in a way that feels sooo good….physically and mentally of course. I couldn’t be happier!” You look up at the sky, shining a candid and passionate smile.
>”I am glad, my child.  Now you need to take the next step in solidifying your quest and relations with the human species.”
“Oh yah, what’s that?” You twist your head at the next request.
>”Do you see the wires that are going away from the electrical substation?  You’re going to follow those large metal towers that are carrying energy to your next destination.” The war chief gives his orders, and pauses for a second before finishing the last details. “Sonork, you’re going to run into your first human settlement.”

>Earth’s star begins to set over the horizon, as its finishing rays of light make their mark on the desolate landscape, inviting the darkness and boundless marks of luminosities that decorate it.
>The only other glares that adorn the setting are the vivid reflections of your energy filled eyes, and the vast assortment of brilliance located far away from you.
>That location of radiance is your new target; the first human colony that you’re going to invite yourself into.
>Target….you really don’t like that Glorgrak used that word to describe the community, but you’re sure it wasn’t ill willed.
>Still, your large hoofsteps were steady and timid the closer you drew to the town.
>You weren’t quite sure why you were so nervous…..or was it eagerness?
>Whatever the case, the closer you marched to the municipality, the more tangled your body and mind grew, not to mention your body was actually continuing to steadily grow since you would absorb power from each steel tower you passed by.
>Inhaling a boundless and uneasy breath, your mind runs rampant and your emotions are mixed at ideas of traveling through a populous society.
>You can’t wait to get there and meet all the people, but what if some don’t actually like you?
>So far they’ve rejoiced in your company, according to your guardians, but that was only four humans.
>Is it possible that you’ll run into people that loath you?
>Ugh
>Why are you being so negative; they’ll probably love and want get close to you.
>How exciting will that be!
>You’ll get to come in contact with more of them, maybe even get a hug or two…..
>……wait, but look how big you’ve gotten.
>You let your eyes scan across your body and made comparisons with the surrounding valley.
>By now you could easily wrap a hoof around half of a humans body, so will you be a danger to them in an enclosed urban region?
>What if you accidentally step on someone or…
>That horrid idea triggered you to forcefully shake your head.
>Nono, stop it, stop it!
>You’ve been safe so far and you will keep it that way, no matter your size!
>It is your purpose to be an idol for them, for your creators, and you will not fail!
>…..fail
>That thought dominated your mind and transformed your walk into a near standstill.
>Your head starts to hang low.
>What if….what if you can’t-
>”Is everything alright, my redeemer.” Your implanted head mic screams to life, giving you a heart stopping recoil.
“Shoot, Glorgrak, you scared me half to death!”  You put a hoof over your heart, in hopes to sooth it.
>”Please show mercy, my child, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“No it’s ok, I didn’t mean to be impolite.”  You recuperate, continuing back into a steady power walk. “It’s just that…why am I going to a town again? Isn’t there more of those power places I can just go to?”
>”Sonork, the area you have landed is very scarce in energy.  If you’re going to do this swiftly and efficiently, you’re going to have to go to that settlement.  Besides, would you not want to meet more of them?”  He gleams that last bit of guidelines with charm.
“Oh of course, I would love to….it’s just, I’m so nervy right now.  It’s going to be crazy to run into so many of them and I want to leave a good impression and show them I care and what if they don’t like me and, and , and…”
>”Child please, you’re overthinking this.  The humans now know you’re here and understand you have no intentions of leaving till the action is done.”
>”Yeah, you’re right.  I need to stop being so critical of myself.” You swing your eyes to respond to the sky, and then back to the approaching district.  “I just wish I could understand them, it would make encounters less awkward for me.”
>”Perhaps later you can study their language.”
”True…..wait you mean we can come back!?” You grin up at the stars.
>”….yes, now-“
“And then maybe we can actually play and do things that aren’t so….tedious.”
>”Precisely….Sonork, you need to identify the main miss-“
“Ohoh! Then maybe after I save both worlds, we can all get together and then maybe-“
>”Then maybe the sooner you get this over with, then we could possibly come back and you could become their god.  Now till then, stay engrossed on this task!” The commander retorts with tension in his voice.
>……
“I’m….I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you unhappy.” You winced, knowing all this questioning is vexing your ‘father’.
>”….I….forgive me I didn’t….we’re all just stressed trying to fix a ruthless problem.  Please, stay diligent and do what must be done, then you can come back and they will worship you for eternity.”
“It’s fine, I should pay attention. The stakes are too dire.” You excuse but grasped what Glorgrak said.  “Worship me?.....That’s…..nice and all, but I want them to see me like them.  I don’t want followers.  I would…I would like to just make some friends.”
>You stop in your tracks once again, lowering your head and developing a frown on your mouth.
>The operation is too important for you to think of something as trivial as making friends, but you can’t help but feel even though the people have liked you so far, it’s for the wrong reasons.
>Do….do they only care for your title, and not who you are.
>The dismal notion causes you to stay idle in silence for a moment.
>……
>”Weeeeeell….well then this is your chance!” A convincing captain shatters the muteness with words of consideration. “My liberator, you are truly astounding.  Your cosmic power can only be matched by your loving compassion.  They should be lucky to be with you, even in a time of total importance.”
“My….chance?”
>”Yes, this meeting with the human town can solidify your fa…fa…friendship with them.  If you keep your caring nature and show them your wonders, there’s no doubt that the friends you make will be countless.”
“Re…really?” You blush and gradually smile at the kind remarks.
>”Indeed, it’s all up to you on how you’re going to approach this village, but I know what you can and will do.”
>Without any hesitation you stand up resolutely, but jubilantly, once you had your eureka moment.
“That’s it, isn’t it?  I’ve been centering on what ifs, instead of the dos.  The people of Earth are kind creatures and haven’t showed an ounce of evil, in fact, they could be the nicest most friendliest creatures in the universe!....Next to you guys of course.  So if I just keep doing my deed, then not only will I save you all, but I will make friends in the process!” You praise at your own sound logic. “In other words, I should stop questioning your orders and do things, instinctively.”  You shine an immeasurable, credulous smile.
>”……wow….uhhh I mean wowonderful! This is excellent news, I’m glad you were able to understand.  Now go forth and do what you’re created to do.” He expresses with forged gusto.
“Oh I will! I know I sound like a broken record but thanks again Glorgrak, you loveable squid you.”  You joke, happily turning your dreary trot into an exhilarating skip, while singing to yourself. “Don’t fear humans of the possible end, not when you have me as a friend. And when this is all said and done, then blah blah something something fun!”
 >”Heh…heh right, and I’ll be with you every step of the way to give you advice.”  The lord shuts off the transmitter, converting his jolly tone to a vehement one.
>Giving his commitment back to the crew around him, Glorgrak severely wipes his revolted face, infuriated with any second he has to talk to the pony.
>”This is unendurable! How much longer must I play like a concerned fool for the colossal imbecile?” He barks out is rhetorical question.
>”Look at the bright side, sir.  She seems to have total faith in you and no longer really questions your orders.” The right hand scientist gives his concerns. “Plus, she has reached a level of mass and threshold to a point where some human weapons have proved ineffective against her.  After she absorbs this town, there’s no doubt in my mind she’ll be achieving near invulnerability.”
>Shifting in the captain’s chair, the general discharges a calm breath.
>”I suppose things could be worse. It has fallen for my commands, that even the most illogical orders go unnoticed.  The idiot actually thinks yelling at them is a way of saying salutations.” He laughs to himself at the gullibility of their harbinger of destruction.
>”That was a good one, sir.  You can tell her just about anything and she’ll believe it.”
>”Indeed, it will…..indeed it will.”  He malevolently moves towards the ships screen that follows the WMD, and soothingly puts his arm tentacles behind his head.  “Well why should we have all the fun?  Let’s give our redeemer an elated bond with the human race, one that they will soon remorse.”

>”And then he said ‘it was the worse thang yah ever saw’.” A random customer with his friends at the local bar chuckles, slapping his knee in the process.
>The rest of the patrons followed suit, as they continued to ridicule the crazed man from the diner earlier.
>”I was there for the whole thing as well, what a card.”  Another joins in a choir of laughter, taking a drink from his tallboy.
>”You said it and what the hell.  Even the elderly like to get in on the conspiracy action.” Another member announces, doing his best to respire.
>”I wasn’t a conspiracy; it was a fucking mutant horse. A….mutant….horse!”  The leader of the group shouts, bursting into hilarity again.
>They all join in sneering at the roast of the farmer, ignorant to the small tremors that unexpectedly hit their feet.
>”That can’t be what he said. That’s just insane.” A friend inquires, as the short trembles strengthen.
>”No I was there to hear it as well.  The senile geezer needs to get to a retirement home, stat.” The long time buddy tries to catch himself from the impulsive ground. “Hey, did you guys feel that?”
>”What? Are we going to have to call you off alre…” The alpha was disturbed by a considerable quake.
>”That, what the hell is that?”
>The ground shook again with enough force to get all the people inside to look around, bafflingly, for the source.
>”Fucking teenagers and their music.”  A random member walks to the entry door of the bar, losing his footing to another quiver.  “I’ll get them to mosey on out of here.”
>”Don’t bite of more than you can che-“ The leader stopped at another violent shake.
>”It’s fine, I can handle it.” The fuming man bursts through the entrance and looks to the cause of the vibrations. “Hey you fucking ki….”
>Instead of flexing his muscles, the man drops his beer and jaw when he caught a glimpse of the basis.
>The others notice, and speedily rush to the door to help take care of the adolescent problem.
>”Hey man hold up, we got your back!” The leader clarified, rushing to the entry alongside with the others to show the juveniles an old fashion ass kicking.
>Launching out the door, he turns towards the same direction, only to be smashed by a distraught person running in the opposite direction.
>“Get out of my way! Run for your lives!” The hysterical individual jumps to his feet to continue on his panicked path.
>”The hell is your problem, buddy?” The leader gets up and turns to his still shocked friend.  “The nerve of some….hey man you alright?”  He asks in confusion, waiting for no answer, and then turning to his other members who share the same visage.
>He follows the eyes of his spooked posse to behold the unimaginable.
>Past the many people running away in terror and various cars scrabbling incoherently down the street, leisurely trots a fifty foot creature in their vicinity.
>”Wha-wha….the…fuuu.” He curses in a incertitude stutter.
>The beast was no more than forty yards away, and it was eyeing every motion around it.
>Is….is the monster observing its prey?
>Like a fly stuck in a trap, the man was so stunned by the inconceivable being before him and his wobbly legs wouldn’t budge.
>”Fuckfuckfuck, let’s get the hell outta here!” His friend yells, running alongside the frightened populace.
>He was still glued to the concrete.
>And the creature noticed his predicament.
>Enduring down its destructive path, the monster horse eased in on the petrified man.
>And for some far beyond rhyme or reason, he wouldn’t move.
>In no time, a shadow grew over him as the behemoth stared down at its prey.
>”No…….” He let out a near indistinguishable whisper.
>The creature started to lower its head and throw a massive hoof to surround him, surly bringing an end to the lone human’s existence.

>Hmmmm…most of the people so far seem to have avoided you, but their probably really busy..
>Wait, one of them isn’t moving.
>He’s just standing there, looking at you.
>Does this mean…he wants to say hi?!
>Trotting towards the human, making sure to watch your steps, you eventually get your chest right above him.
>He still gazing up at you, he does want to meet you!
>Awww and just look at him, he’s so adorable.
>Lowering your head and putting a tender hoof behind him, you greeted your first of many acquaintances.
“Well hello there, cutie patootie, how are you doing on this lovely evening?”

>Ok, so even if mankind’s language was a little perplexing, you still waited patiently for some kind of chatter.
>The man was very polite and gave you his full attention, but he hasn’t done a thing.
>Guess you’ve to get used to having this effect on Earthlings.
>Regardless that he wasn’t doing much of anything, it was a pleasant surprise that this human wasn’t in a rush to say thanks, so you weren’t complaining.
“Wow, you’re really excited, huh? You haven’t moved an inch…err foot.” You cracked a gag to your relative size, in hopes that he’ll chuckle or do something.
>His back keeps pressing deep into your frog, which attracts a ticklish laugh.
“Hehe, quit it!...Well it’s fine if you don’t wanna talk, but I have to get going.  I want to help you guys out….” Your eyelids expand as soon as the bulb in your head switches on. “Say, do you want to tag along with me…for a minute? I don’t mind and this gives me a chance to hang out for time being.”
>His pupils appear to separate as dribbles of drool fall from his maw.
“I assume that’s a human’s way of saying……YES!”  You imply, cautiously scooping up the man, and placing him on your back. “Ok, just hang on to my hair, and when you want to get down pull on it, bite it, or whatever.  Sound good?”
>”…….”
“Fantastic! Now hold on, and watch the ‘Master and Consumer of Energy’ do her work.” You sarcastically compose a deep voice to jab at your label and recommence back to saving the human race.
>Using your implanted accumulators to scan constructions, metal vehicles, and other matter with traces of electricity, your horn-antenna combo flare and consume the surrounding area.
>After the jump in mass from the scrumptious responsibility, you walk down the man-made path to repeat the process.
>There was a good amount of people still running along the street away from you, so it was important to watch your movements for those who were too engrossed with other activities.
>It was priority number one to always observe your hooves and make sure a stray human or vehicle doesn’t collide with them, but over time you caught yourself scrutinizing other objects as curiosity inflates the more you study the environment.
>All these boxes have unique shapes, materials, sizes, and displayed arrays of different colorful lights during the nighttime.
>This only inclines you to appreciate their standards of living and revel in awe at the effort they put in creating a civilization.
>How your guardians considered your fur-less friends primitive was beyond you, because this place was staggering.
“Wow, you guys built all of this? It’s incredible!” You express in approbation at your rider, while naturally absorbing other sources of energy. “So what, do your people live in those large boxes?”
>”Why of course, Sonork.  Those large boxes are housings, businesses, and other structures humans use to live their everyday lives.  There could even be some in there right now, awaiting your greetings.”  Glorgrak implores in your cerebral com, hoping you would mistakenly terrify people taking shelter inside.
“No way, really?!” You thrillingly exhale pulling up close to a structure, and peeking through with an eye that rivals the dimensions of the window. “Hey, I think I see one!”
>Yup, that looks like another human with long hair….maybe a female, but she has no idea you’re outside.
>She’s concentrating on a mirror and using some kind of tool to play with her mane.
“Hmmm, I guess she’s busy.  I wouldn’t want to-“ You stop your assumptions once you see her ending the routine.
>You can tell that the woman’s reflection in the mirror changed into that common expression most people demonstrate once they spotted you.
>She weakly turns at you and instantly leaps up to release cries of a natural human’s hello.
>A cordial smile is what you return, knowing she’s so exultant to see you.
>”Well did you hear that, she wants to join.  You should try to get a hold of her, oh, and don’t mind the window. They’re easily expendable.”
>Thanks to your impeccable caretaker’s ability to translate their language, you exhibit eagerness knowing another human wants to come along.
“This…is..so awesome!  I can’t believe they’re so welcoming!”  You merrily affirm at the night sky and returned your attention back to the kind lady. “Hello there sweetie, give me a second and I’ll get you.”
>Delicately moving a hoof forward, you tried to limit shattering the glass, and attempted to gingerly wrap it around your new acquaintance.
>Before you could sensitively clinch the woman in your pillow textured sole, she crashes her body to the floor and rolls to the side avoiding your grasp.
>You didn’t even get a chance say a word by the time she slammed the door to make an escape.
“Oh….ok, I guess you were busy.” You dispose frown and tiny snort, lifting your dreary head away from the building.
>”Don’t get discouraged, my child.  She missed an astronomical chance to be caressed by your divinity.  There will be more circumstances to meet others.  In fact, look to the top of the structure ahead of you.”
>Quirking your ears up at his avowal and migrating your perception onward, you can spot what looks like a group of people standing on another rooftop.
>Your grin reappears as you walk to the gathering of inhabitants, who are flashing those weird lights at you again, only this time you can’t feel funny bites on your body.
>It only took you a couple of hoofsteps to reach the roof that came up to your chest.
>The crowd soon took note of your company, and retracted the variety of gadgets they were shining at you.
>Interesting, you haven’t seen these machines before.
>They were diminutive, hoof-held, inventions that were either flashing or continually radiating dazzling white lights towards you.
>Glorgrak did say the brighter the lights, the more the humans were satisfied with your help, and to say they were appreciative was an understatement.
>Getting all this extol makes you warm and fuzzy inside, and though you understood it was because of what you’re doing for their world, it’s all too unnecessary.
>Lowering your head to meet them, you look down with a reserved smile and blood filled cheeks.
“Hello…” You mildly coo to the people who start to back away from your looming head. “I…I don’t know what to say.  You’re all so sweet and generous to me, I don’t even deserve it.  I’m glad to help, but I’m more gracious that you’re giving me a chance to become something more than a hero.”
>Some people quickly fled from the top but others lifted their gadgets to shower you in sporadic lights again.
”And yet you all still continue to show boundless amounts of kindness.” You give a sympathetic huff of a laugh and threw an arm out to envelop the ones who decided to stay behind. “Oh come here you cutie pies.”
>In one placid swift pull, the side and front of your face warmed up by the numerous people who squirm, scream, and push their arms into your fluff.
>Such a fascinating way to hug someone, but then again you weren’t an average sized pony.
>Sure getting larger creates a problem for your navigating endeavors, but it has its benefits.
>Who else would get the chance to cuddle with so many friends at once?
“Emmm, this is nice…thank you…..all of you.” You whisper compassionately, continuing to embrace the people and moment.
>You prolong the pleasurable nuzzle, hoping you could match the affection they’ve given you.
>”Sonork…”
>The call flew over your antennas, since you were too engulfed by the lovely wrap up.
>”Uhhh….Sonork-”
>You probably should let go…but maybe a few minutes wouldn’t-
>”Redeemer!”
“Wha-wha…yes Glorgrak! What do you need!”  You pop your head up, leaving your foreleg encompassing the people and only exit.
>”Look this is sweet and all, but you’ve spent enough time playing with your…frafra-fra….people. It’s time to get back to business.”  He strictly imposes and you wildly nod.
“Oh right, I guess I got carried away.  It was nice meeting you all…oh!” You instantly remembered the man who was on your back, and removed your arm to retrieve him out in front of you. “I didn’t forget about you, friend.”
>Silly dude, he hasn’t stopped his motionless bewilderment.
“Ha, I know whatcha mean.  I can’t even find the words to say to you guys sometimes.”  You pull him in for a tender hug against your velvet chest and pecked him a little kiss before setting him down on the roof.  “Thanks for tagging alo-“
>”Come on, my child.  Time is of the essence.”
“Right-right. Bye everyone, hope I get to see you all again.”  You wave and rear up to say thank you, when you’re interrupted by that funny feeling once more.
>You slant your head and looked around for the source of the nips.
>A little further down the lane, you catch a group of four vehicles exponentially alternating red and blue luminosities.
>Directed to the new scene, you witness six or seven people aiming those metal devices the other men from the car carried.
“What beautiful and pulsating colo-”
>Your inquisitiveness is cut short once the thingamajigs violently spark and crackle noises that tingle at your skin.
>These weird sensations compel you to release giggles that soon evolve into laughter.
>It’s hard to decide what expressions of gratitude is your favorite; the ones that tickle you physically or mentally.
>Both, probably both.
>It would be nice to stay, but the bigger picture is too imperative.
“I’m..hehe…I’m sorry guys I wish I could…pff…stay, but I really ha-have to get going.”
>Somewhere 240,000 miles above you, your caretaker wickedly grins formulating an idea.
>”You show infinite amounts of pleasure in thanking them, don’t you Sonork?” He utters with a hint of phony empathy.
“Of course! The nice people of Earth deserve it, but I don’t have time to-“
>”Go ahead.”
“Really!!!”
>”Yes, just make it-”
“Yippy!!!” You cry out in euphoria, quickly pacing at the jamboree of gleaming vehicles.
>Once you took the incentive to gallop forward, the people scramble to enter their shiny black and white carts.
>”They’re getting in their cars, Sonork.  You know what that means.”
>What else but to see you up close, no doubt!
>”Don’t forget to nab one of them.   It should not prove difficult with your now obtained height.”
 >He’s right.  After absorbing most of the town’s energy, your new size should allow you to pick up a vehicle with a hoof.
>Once you emerged over the group, all but one of the carts screeched off.
>The others probably had something significant to be at, but these people have the time to greet you.
>Ok, this should be easy enough; just wrap your hoof around the middle of it, and you should be able to support them safely.
>Following your mental instructions, you grab that last vehicle and picked it up into the air.
>Whoa, you’re actually holding one of their cars, this is too cool.
>Turing it around to face what you’ve confirmed is the front; you can see two men sticking their arms out to support themselves in the cramped space.
“Hey guys, thanks for sticking around.  It was real nice of you both and I’m glad I got to meet some last people of this pleasant town before I move on.”  You share to the humans who display agape chops.
>”I don’t think they just wanted to see you, my child.  Just look at them, can’t you tell they want to play for a second?”
“You’re so right!…But I’m not sure what I should do though.  I don’t want to get them too excited.”
>”Use your imagination and I’m sure they’ll enjoy whatever you do.”
>Well you’re not going to disagree with your loving parent, since he could never do any wrong.
>Hmmm, what to do-what to do…
“I got it!”
>These objects use wheels to move about, so maybe rolling it around with your emphasis could shape for something exhilarating for your amigos.
>Nono you have to get inventive…wait, you bet these things can’t fly.
“Alright guys hang on to your fannies, cause this rides gonna get crazy!” You say placing the car on a roof and pushing it to the closest edge.
>As soon as the car was half way over, you propel it over your head onto any nearby structure with a flat rooftop.
>You proceed to leap them over and over again, knowing that your new buddies are enjoying this entertaining adventure.
“Isn’t this great! I hope you’re having as much fun as I am!”
>”I can hear them now, reclaimer.  They’re enjoying it, but are still underwhelmed.  Can’t you do a better jump?” He declares with an incalculable shit-eating grin and holding his breath from any signs of immoral mirth.
>Hah, can you do better?
>Since you don’t want to waste too much time, you were going to do one last jump and it’ll be an unforgettable one.
“Alright fellas, get ready for this one.” You firmly declare reversing the car back, then boosting it ahead, with a little more speed than before, to make one extreme jump to the distant building.  “Oh no! It’s too far, there’s no way they can make it.  All hope is lost!”
>Right when the car goes completely off, you raise and arch it over to a distant structure using your other hoof to turn it in a corkscrew before safely propping it down.
>To add emphasis to the action, you blew a redundant slide whistle sound effect from your lips, which could have possibly downgraded the epic car jump.
“They did it, they made it! Our heroes are the coolest, most awesomest daredevils ever!” You congratulate the men, bringing the car to the side of your face to view their frenzied bodies. “Please, the world has to know.  Where did you find the courage to-”
>”Alllllright, I think you all have had your fun.  Now, set them aside and pursue your universal goal.” The squidman barks a strict demand.
“Yes…sir.” You shyly affirm, lightly placing the cart back on the ground.  “Goodbye friends, I’m glad that was enjoyable.”
>The vehicle answers back by peeling off and you turn the opposite way to finish up some last touches.
>Spending another thirty or so minutes of absorbing the rest of the town, you near the border to complete your first intervention with a human settlement.
>What a breathtaking day it was; you’ve never felt more accomplished.
>You got to do your work, meet the wonderful people of Earth, and made some excellent friends in the process.
>You just had to say one last goodbye before moving on to your next mission.
>You prop your head around to give your salutations to the humbling society.
“It was really fun everyone.  I hope you….hope…you….had.” You wheezed as your enthusiasm vanished along with what vividness the town used to bring.
>All that was left was a dark empty shadow with only a few flickering lights.
>The beauty, the charm when you first walked into the city is nowhere to be found.
>Now it’s…deceased.
>You did this…all of it.
>You took the magnificence this place once held and turned it into nothing.
>Your consciousness and heart fall heavy.
>This is the right thing to do, it just has to be…..but why does it feel so-
>No….no you can’t keep contradicting yourself like this.
>As grim as it may appear, this is for the best, for their future.
>You have to advance on and complete your destiny, no exceptions.
>Trotting forward with an assenting poster, you form an industrious mindset for further operations.
>You need to ignore such trifling ideas, you must….
>But….
>It doesn’t matter how hard you try; your tentative and kindhearted mentality can never escape you.
>Lowering your head, ears, and self-esteem, you inaudibly murmur a prayer as you trot to the next destination.
”Please…please be over soon.”

>”Now…let me see if I can understand this correctly…you’re telling me….that around the McKinley county….you two spotted-“ The nonplus sergeant clarifies, lifting the report back up to his view. “A giant unidentified creature closely resembling a horse, that caused you to crash and was close to endangering your very lives…..”
>”Sir p-please, I know it sounds crazy-“
>”Absolutely batshit crazy…”
>”B-but what we’re telling you is the truth.  This th-thing is not normal and is presenting a threat to the nearby area residents.”  The horrified FBI agent explains his extraordinary encounter with the unsound creature.
>The two men now sit in the army sergeant’s office, near the closest military base they could reach, and do their best to explain the unexplainable.
>The men are hysterical and beaten, as if they barely fled a savage brawl in the middle of a sand storm.
>The driver is responsible for doing all the explanations, while the other is still speechless, using hand gestures and mute facial expressions to emphasize the supernatural happenstance.
>”Sir, this thing…this thing jumped in front of our vehicle, and rashly did what it could to pull us out to harm us.” He vigorously shakes while the other briskly nods and poorly acts out the scene. “While my partner here tried to shoot the animal, this proved ineffective as the bullets ricochet of its skin like was the haul of a tank.”
>The military commander begins to rub his forehead at the insane story.
>”Ok…say you wanted me to believe this….report, do you have any evidence to convince me we’re dealing with a….hazardous bogey and why I should even consider sending aid?”
>”Naaa…no sir, we were at the mercy of it, and we don’t even know how we’re alive telling you this present danger.”
>”Then how am I supposed to take this gag seriously.” He stated tossing the report down in front of him.
>”Sir, I’ve been working with the FBI for almost twenty years and my partner is nearing eleven. You think we would honestly wait in a desert for six hours, run out in the interstate to get almost ran over by an RV, take said RV by superfluous force, and drive in top speed to this facility, just to set up an elaborate prank?!”
>”…..you did wha-”
>”That’s not important! What’s at stake needs attention, now!  We need to send…”
>”That is quite enough! The only thing I need to send is your superior a written up report to give you both some vacation time.” The officer booms up from his chair and points towards the door. “Now you two dinguses get out of my office and go spread your lucrative tale somewhere else.   This base runs professionally and has no time-“
>The officer’s rant is dismantled by a private forcing his way into the door.
>”What is the meaning of this?”
>”Sasasa-sir, yo-you’re not going to-to beliv” The soldier stutters unable to complete a comprehensible sentence, and walks over turning on the television located in the corner of the room.
>Switching sporadically through the channels until he reached the local news, all eyes in the room stare in trepidation as the media pours out the unfathomable yarn.
>”-and as of right now, we have the developing story that is taking place in New Mexico.  We warn our viewers on what you’re are about to see is shocking and uncanny.”  The head news anchor shares and the switches over to several footage of the impending horror.  “What you’re seeing now is locals capturing on film what appears to be a gigantic strange animal towering over the town of Gallop, New Mexico.”
>The men in the office maintain an uneasy stare as the sergeant leaves his seat and walks like a zombie over to the tube.
>”Hold on, we’re getting reports that better shots of the creature have been obtained.  We’re switching over right now to the footage.”
>The screen is filled with an amateur phone video recording of the beast looking down at the citizen cameraman.
>Other occupants of the area could be heard in the background allocating emotions of fright and wonder.
>”Sweet mother of God.”  The military leader spits in revulsion at the unnatural film.
>The monster continues to stare down and…neigh at the group before it spontaneously shoots out its massive appendage to surround the viewer and other innocents.
>Within seconds the goliath lunges to the display, and the speakers are overflowing with gut-wrenching screams before the shot is cut off from the studio.
>”We…we’re sorry, but due to the video becoming too graphic, the feed had to be censored.  We will keep everyone up to date on this frightening attack on the New Mexico town and what solutions will be done to solve it.”
>The captain with a loose jaw notices the federal agent who hasn’t said a word get up, and shifts his eyes to the bureau worker without moving his head away from the screen.
>”With all due respect, sir….I’d like to take that vacation soon.”

>Over the last couple of hours, the world was struck with amazement and fear.
>News has spread trough paper, television, and the web with powerful headlines decorating the media.
>‘The Southwest of the United States is at War with a Fearsome Beast.’
>Sources have spilled images and videos of the unexplainable monster wreaking havoc in the unfortunate town of Gallup, New Mexico and is now moving west towards the state of Arizona.
>The people of the world are baffled by this extraterrestrial calamity, but those in the path of the disaster are in apprehension.
>The nation has issued a state of emergency, but urges the populace to remain calm and pay attention for further details or evacuations.
>They’ve assured that this problem will be dealt with, and the military will be there to protect the people of the country.
>The honest truth is, they have no idea how to deal with the behemoth.
>The highest degree of military might and the greatest minds of the country have discussed and clashed on how the situation should be approached.
>Currently in one of the abundant laboratories that occupy the United States Pentagon, a top researcher is trying to support her burly point to a military leader, who’s already informing tactics to be carried out soon.
>“And that is why striking the creature now would be prominent.  It’s presently roaming in unpopulated areas, where forces can draw a sufficient amount of fire on it.”  The military officer, Mark Evert, argues on the matter at hand.
>“I’m not disagreeing with you General Evert; acting quickly to the situation is the upmost significance, but you’ve seen the evidence.   We’re dealing with an organism that disobeys the very laws of physics we’ve come to know and understand.”  Dr. Lillian Ayers, a remarkable scientist of the bio-chemistry and bio-engineering division, disputes the generals actions.  “It’s using pure energy to sustain itself and increase its aptitude.  We can have no guarantees that militaristic weapons will stop or even affect the being without horrifying consequences.”
>“I understand your concerns, but we have no time to debate this.  The branches have given their full support to make a move immediately and other science divisions have already argued that enough force can work.  If something’s not done soon, more innocent civilians will be in harms way.”  He declares moving towards the exit, but stops at the lab entrance to give his final regards.  “My ride will leave in the morning for Holbrook, and armed forces will be waiting in Apache county near the edge of the Petrified Forest, where the creature is expected to cross.  I suggest you and your company do the same, because if this is a failure….we’ll need all the help we can get.”  General Evert affirms, putting on his uniforms hat and moving out of the doorway to deal with other pressing issues.
>“Wait general, please…” Dr. Ayers blurts out but then sighs to an unoccupied entryway, in discouragement, looking towards a computer screen that’s been showing up to date footage of the creature on loop, stealing electricity in the attacked town and adding size during its supernatural action.
 >“What are we going to do-”
>Her convoluted brainstorming is interrupted by a knock from the hallway.
>“Yes, please come in.”
>“Hello, Dr. Ayers, is this a bad time?”  Damian Srinivas, a fellow scientist and close assistant and student of Lillian for three years, asks.
>“Oh nono, you’re fine, Damian.  I’m just very stressed and tired, but not many of us are well rested as of recent I suppose.” She gives a thin laugh, but looks back at the table in front of her, scrambling through copious amounts of paper work and research, as if the answer to this problem would magically appear.  “Did you need to tell me something?”
>“Yes, doctor.  As you know,  I was with the other group for the past sixty five hours and we’ve come to a theoretical understanding that the subject in question is not only absorbing energy, but is displaying some unnatural anomaly.” He confirms in his thick Indian accent, handing a stack of researched documentations to her.
>“What do you mean, Damian?” She questions, skimming through the data.
>“As in….it’s continuously showing signs of energy around its body.” He informs making gestures with his hands, as to form a large bubble.  “Recent scans show unusual waves emitting away from the immediate surface of its frame, almost like…like a field of particles that are acting like a resilient protective wall.”
>“You mean like a force field…”
>“Ermmmm….yes.  I know it sounds strange, but that’s what we’re-”
>“I believe you, Damian.  So you now know why I’m in a nervous mood?”  She acknowledges, putting her hands on the table to support her fatigued physique.
>“I saw the general leave and I can already assume what he said.  I’m not sure that an attack is going to work on it.” He begins to rub the back of his hair.  “Not to mention that its body has been increasing in size, which only means its biology has been affected to create a frame that can compensate with its unnatural mass.  It would only mean that it would make it that much more difficult to pierce its….fur.”
>She lowers her restless head at the intimidating reveal of dissatisfying news.
>He turns away after catching the pessimistic emotional fallout from his good teacher and friend.
>“It’s not going to work….and I don’t think any of us have an answer…”  The brunet exhales to herself, removing her glasses to rub a taxing face.
>Her trusted assistant continues to glimpse around and avoid eye contact with the troubled doctor, until he notices one of the various pictures on the wall displaying many past science teams.
>This image in particular catches his interest, since it contained a previous marvel in government sciences.
>“You know he was quite an intelligent individual and well renowned in many fields of study.  Isn’t it a coincidence that his greatest achievement is similar to the phenomenon that is causing all of this distress?”  Damian chatters, crossing his arms to continue examining the photo.
>“Huh?” She huffs, looking back up.
>“Him…uhh…I forgot his name, but his discovery in the mass energy equivalence was extraordinary.”  He praises, pointing to a certain researcher in the portrait.
>“Oh…” She responds in a disenchanted tone.
>“Who would of known, that all this time there was something that could of sped up the process; a new force that wouldn’t demand an enormous amount of energy to obtain large quantities of mass.  Who would of known-”
>“-That he was a pestering nuisance.” She interrupts, disclaiming the fame Damian was showering.
>“Eeeeeehhhhyaaaah….was he really that bad?  His theory and formula was celebrated and logical, not to mention it checked out-”
>“Damian, the man was a genius….but he was uncouth, arrogant, and had several accounts of sexual harassment.”
>“I think you’re being a little-”
>“All seven times towards me.”  She asserts bluntly.
 >“…..oh…well…eeeh…I got nothing.”
>“But you’re right.”  She sighs, rising up to walk over to another table with stacks of crucial data.
>“Yes, he was indeed very-wait, I am?” He answers quizzically, while following her to the large desk.
>“Whatever is going on in New Mexico, he would have some kind of idea of what’s happening.  He would be one of the only minds, that I would know, who could possibly find a final solution.  Trust me, I’ve been thinking about it this whole time, and it still doesn’t settle well in my stomach.”  She spits, sorting out files and shuffling them in a somewhat stable format.
>“So what are you saying?”
>“I need you to gather the necessary equipment we’ll need and alert the rest of the team to leave tomorrow, with the gear, as soon as they can.  However, I need you to come with me.”  She looks up immediately, still arranging paperwork, but gives an expression of clear trust.
>“I still don’t und-”
>“As soon as you get everything ready, we’re going to leave and drive by his place and get his assistance, whether he likes it or not….but that’s not going to be a issue.”  She tells herself with a dash of displeasure.
>“We’re going to go and just….you already want him on board…you know where he lives!?!?”  He moves his head forward, in bewilderment, at his last remark.
>“He may have fell of the face of the planet through civil eyes and ears, but the government knows well enough where the madman is.”
>“So then just like that?”  He nervously reacts and laughs, skeptically.
>“Yes.  I understand what we’re getting into, but the circumstances are too ominous.  Time is of the essence and we need the arbitrary aid, even his.”
>“If you feel this is the right approach, then I’m on board.  I will have everything important ready to go, and then meet with you shortly.”  He proclaims, with a sense of urgency, and races out the door to complete his important tasks.  “Don’t worry, Ms. Ayers, we will solve this problem!”  He yells back, as his confident voice echoes throughout the hallway.
>“For the sake of humanity, we must.” She grimly whispers, stopping her actions, but presses on to collect some last pieces of information. “I can see it now, you egotistical man; sitting in your home, waiting for this moment.  The moment for us to come crawling back for your cooperation, like you said the day you were discharged….and you were right, again.” She finishes, moving out of the lab with the briefcase full of classified filing, and proceeding to fill her mind with several questions.
>Who knows what he’s done all this time.
>Who knows what he’s doing at this very moment or what stunning ideas he’s created.
>It’s been years since anyone has seen him or even communicated with the ghost of this man.
>By now he’s must of seen the crisis the world faces and has had time to think of a plan.
>By now he surly has something figured out.


>Sleep
>……..
>Sleep
>……..
>More sleep
>Ahh, this is truly a state of beauty.
>Not a care in the world, snoozing half the day away, and letting your brain run free on its own terms.
>Bzzz
>Emmmm?
>Bzzzzz
>Ehhh, is that your head?
>Oooh-nono, bad body! Stay asleep!
>Bzzzzzzzzzz
>There’s no way your head is throbbing this much; you barely even consumed any alcohol last night.
>Bzzz Bzzzzz
>Aaaaaahhh….
>Take it easy, take it easy.
>If you just keep your cool, the buzzing sound will most likely disa-
>Bzz Bzzzzz Bzzzz
>Oh for Pete’s sake…..

>Infuriation
>You begin to open your rheum infested eyes towards another generic day.
>It didn’t take long for your vision to adjust to a room that’s completely shielded the sun from invading your space.
>Turning over to peek at your alarm, the red digital numbers radiate off your face to reveal the time and only light source in the blackened area.
>2:11 PM
>Fuck, this early?
>Meh, oh well, looks like now’s a better time then never to get a start on some important goals for the week.
>After all, you can’t spend the rest of your day in bed; there are other places you need to be and new things to discover!
>You roll of bed and land on your two feet, trying to find and get a feel for your lamp switch.
>After a few rotational clicks, the bulb fires a blinding light that reflects off every inch of your chambers.
>Including your eyes.
>Your face cringes as you clamp down on your teeth and use your hands to blot out the acute illumination.
>Not your brightest idea to start the day.
>…..brightest idea….heh
>With a hint of optimism in your afternoon routine you navigate to your dresser, all while avoiding a floor maze of empty beer cans, three week old dirty clothes, and a variety of greasy fast food bags.
>As you reached your first destination, you open up some drawers, which contained more empty aluminum cans, to grab a pair of pants and a simple red tee since it was the only clean clothes you had…..maybe.
>Slipping on your attire and a pair of sneakers, you make a extensive mental check list of the essentials needed to accomplish your day.
>….phone.
>Pushing over cans on your dresser, you were able to find your trusty pay as you go device.
>As you lifted your cell up, you notice the screen has a 34 on it.
>Wait, the hell?
>You had 34 missed calls!?
“Who the heck?” You grumble to yourself at the surprised attempt to reach you.
>Now that you thought about it, that’s where the buzzing came from when you were half asleep.
>You’ll check in a minute, you have to get to your office, asap!
>Kicking over some more cans to your bedroom door, you fling open the slammer to get an enthusiastic start to the rest of your day.
>Landing your hands on your hips and with a puffed out chest, you give a motivational speech to kick start your catalog of endeavors.
“Alright you cruel and unforgiving world, it’s time to kick ass and take names because this guy’s got plans to shake this place up though scientific and engineering wonders!” You shout, pointing a thumb to yourself, taking a long first stride and pressing on to march to your first stop.
>With poise in every footstep you advanced on ten feet to your couch, laid back down, and fluffed up a pillow for good measure.
“There we go.” You tell yourself as you stretched your arms behind your head and kicked your shoes back off.
>Back to the daily grind you go.
>Ok sure, it was a pathetic life, but goddamn it if it wasn’t one you wouldn’t trade for the world.
>Insomnia like nobody’s business, a twenty four hour average BAC level of .09%, and a total of five dollars to your name, what more could you want?
>That’s right, that’s the wonderful life of you, Mr…..
>After all that has happened to you the past couple of years, you always felt the name you carried was trivial at this point.
>What was that name the media gave you after that whole debauchery with you last job.
“Dammit, what was it that they called me?  Annn..Anonymous….hah!” You lazily smile and laugh to yourself, giving another good stretch throughout your body. “Yeah…yeah, I kind of like that.”  You say inching back into the premade body crevice in your sofa and a little grumble in your gut.
>Now I’m getting hungry, after I just got comfortable?
>The vibrations harass you once more, with enough magnitude  to tip the Richter scale.
“Alright-alright, you win this round.  Guess that makes you undefeated?”  You congratulate your stomach making your way to the refrigerator.
>Grabbing your box of cheerios that rested on top, you opened your fridge to grab some….beer.
>You attempt a cavity search inside of your cold storage only to realize you have enough canned alcohol to open a small bar, but not much else.
>Giving yourself a shrug, you pour some cereal and half a can into a bowl and moved back to the couch.
>Using a remote to pop on your stereo that played back the sweet rhythm and sounds of David Gilmour, you munched on your meal while bringing back out your phone.
>Let’s see who was so fervent to see an amazing man like yourself.
>You notice the first ten or so calls contained a 1-703.
“Ehh-no.” You cursed, with a mouthful of Beereo’s, tossing the cell across the room.
>Still having a heated tenor across yourself, you pulled one of your many glass pipes from under the seat, and started to pack it with fresh green you kept on the coffee table in front of you.
>You never want to fucking do anything with them again and that’s a fact!
>Even if they had to come to your door, get on their knees, and apologize; you will absolutely refu-
>A firm three knocks hits the door to your 300 square foot apartment, instantaneously causing you to toss your illegal substance across the room.
>Another three knocks echo inside your ‘living’ room.
“One minute please…jackass.” You sarcastically sing and whisper that last insult.
>WhoCouldItBeNow.jpg
>No way is it your landlord, after all you did build him a generator that uses an energy cycle that increased the past efficiency by 70%.
>It can’t be, the guy basically kisses your ass now and gave you a free home.
>So then wh-
>Knock Knock Knock
“Ok, keep your damn pants on!” You yell, getting up to open the door, with more grub in your cheeks.
>Ooooooh…maybe it’s that nice Latino girl from your local bar last night.
>You didn’t check the rest of the numbers, so a good chunk had to be her.
>After all you are impossibly irresistible…even though she slapped you three times across the face…and crushed your foot with her heal….and smashed a bottle on your head last night after you came off just a teeny bit too strong.
>Dames that play hard to get, gotta love’m.
>Slicking your hair back and slouching a bit to the side to give your body an atrocious unsexy look, you unlock and open the door to great your prize.
“Aye baabee, didn’t think you would be this desperate to find me, but don’t fret yourself.  You’re making the best educated choice of your life.”  You speak through closed teeth to keep your food in, while gradually throwing an arm across your body to show all 120 pounds of your ‘chiseled’ frame.
>“A displeasure to see you too.”  An all too familiar feminine voice tells you, that you now realized hasn’t been to a bar but twice in her dull life.
“Pffwwssss…LIL!”  You shout, spitting food on the floor that your internal organs will mostly likely thank you later.
>….whelp, honestly you’re surprised but a little disappointed.
>They’re not on their knees….

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>……
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>……
“Well then, that was a pleasant chat but if you’ll excuse me, I have reeeally important matters to attend to.”  You cruelly snap, proceeding to crush your handle and shut the door, holding on to your bowl like an all pro running back.
>“Please wait!” Lil pleads providing a forceful hand to stop your rash departure. “We need to talk, this is an important matter!”
“Oh that’s good to hear, absolutely fantastic to hear.  Is it incredible enough to wait three fucking years important?”  You madly and bitterly grin, pushing the door back to pugnaciously shoo her away.
>“I underrrrstand your frustration, but pleeease we came seeking help…your help!”  She signifies, placing both hands and throwing her weight to wrestle the door forward in her favor.
>Great, not only are you going to have to deal with this backstabbing shrew but you’re on your way to losing a pushing warfare to her.
>And to think your workout efforts of HIIT would turn out so fruitless.
>All five minutes of it.
“Then you’ll understand why I would never want to deal with yoooou or United States Government or anyone who left my lifelong and dedicated wooork to whisk away in the confines of government top secret lunacy.” You curse with three years worth of bottled up rage, followed by a surge of adrenaline, which strengthens you to push her back. “Oh, but you already know; you already saw them call me crazy, showcase me off as the insane blunder to science and society, but hey!  Look at the wonderful opportunities that has given me for a fantastic future of scientific wonder and fame….”  You hiss your last straw and shove, leaning to the side of the door to express you final remarks. “There’s nothing you could possibly say to advert my attention to helping you imbeciles.”
>“Even if I told you they would reward you anything for some kind of help, including your selfish conversant pride you’ve always wanted to give to the world.”
>You pause and hold the barrier for a moment until you recognize the ploy she’s playing.
“As if. What kind of person do you take me for?  I’m not an idiot; I know you’re trying to trick-”
>“You into what exactly?  Of all the years I had to spend with you, those agitating long years, did you ever take me as a liar?  Do you know me as someone who would come all this way to have this door war with someone I would never hope to see again for the rest of my life?!”
>….
>You let out an overwhelmed huff as you hastily release the side of your door and proceed to heatedly walk to your sofa.
>“So is that an invitation?”
“Jesus Christ, just come in so we can get this over with.” You moan planting your butt to your work station.
>Giving an unwelcomed glare to your visitors walking in, you were about to take an agitated bite into your food but decided to logically toss it on your coffee table.
>She moves into your living quarters along with another young man staying close behind, who’s displaying a set of wide eyes and sliding against the wall with a bodily expression of not wanting to cross your intense rivalry.
>It didn’t talk long for a conceited smile to crawl back on your lips, knowing you could take some fresh stabs at the squirm.
“Who’s this?” You scan the dweeb up and down, resting your head on a fist, trying to give your best impression of false curiosity.  “Finally found a new drone to help complete your sodium bicarbonate volcanoes?”
>“Hmmm.” She sardonically smiles but progresses to give a proper introduction to her follower.  “This is my most trusted assistant and good friend, Damian Srinivas.  He transferred as an intern from one of the top universities in Mumbai and has moved his way up to becoming one of the shining minds of the science team, not to mention one of the most competent.” She says that last bit leaning a smug beam towards you.
“No kidding? I could practically smell the curry when you entered the parking lot.”
>Lillian puts a firm palm to her forehead but the other dunce is looking at you like he just saw Devi giving her last erotic stage dance at the strip joint.
>And there he is...still silently observing you with a smile from ear to ear.
>What a freaking cree-
>Before you could finish your thought, he’s made a move for your hand, using both of his to give you a steady and vigorous shake.
>“Hello Mr.-”
“Anonymous!”  You quickly address and make abundantly clear.
>“Ah ok, Anonymous, how clever! It is a pleasure to finally meet such an unbelievable mind such as yours!”  He blissfully praises, continuing to remove your arm from your socket.
>Ooh-ooh, a fan!
 “Ahh well you got that right, Daniel, not a lot of people have had the endowed blessing of meeting me face to face.  Tell me, what is it that you know about me?”  You playfully flirt by putting your crossed fingers on the side of your cheek and fluttering your eyes in an exaggerated dreamy tenor.
>“Oh my well, what isn’t there that you haven’t achieved!” He acclaimed releasing your hand and wondering far into his mind to countdown a list of some scientific achievements.  “You were responsible for creating one of the most efficient generators to date; I know not too many power business were happy about that!” He chuckles but continues counting his fingers. “Let’s see, then you were also the one man team that created an incredible new rocket propulsion system that’ll help expand our astronomical horizons.  Hah, you even made the biological breakthrough of some Selachimorpha having a strong nutritional correlation to citrus!”
“Sharks loving oranges was just a joke…that happened to be tested and proven true, but oh do go on.” You self-modestly flick your hands, hearing a groaned Dear God from Lil.
>“And well of course your most prized theory of course!  I found it to be truly a grand discovery but unfortunately-”
“Unfortunately, many simpletons of this world didn’t.” You coldly state, quickly reversing your playful tenor.  “But Miss Ayres over there can tell you all about that now can’t she?”
>“Are we really going to do this…not that I didn’t expect you to bring it up.”
“Good then.  So, Derrick, how do you think I lost my job, hmmm?”
>“It’s Damien and…errr…would you really want me to honestly answer-”
>“You lost it due to yourself and nothing more.”  She blurts out of turn, getting your exasperated courtesy.  “You used government money and equipment to conduct your own experiments without any green lights and the last offense was your theory.  A theory you held on to and would do anything to get to the presses but they would never allow it; not through their walls. What I never understood is why you couldn’t-”
“Go anywhere else?  Don’t be a fucking moron; you knew as soon as they released me, they released scribbled media mendacities of my reputation.  Madman! Lunatic! A traitor to science!  Who the hell would listen to me then, huh?” You deeply retort, rising out of your chair and pointing a fierce finger at her to further your belligerent argument.  “But there you were!  There you were given a chance to say something to guys up top, anything that could help in my defense and help keep my job and my discovery for all to see and what did you say?”
>“…..”
>She grimaces away from your tensed body, but you continued to aggress forward and give her three years of collected abhorrence.
“Exceptional reenactment; you didn’t say a damn thing.”
>“What would you have me say?” She pleas in a slim sympathetic tone, persisting to look at your alcohol drenched carpet.  “Your concept was missing a strong component.  An unknown that was so unsound, no matter how much sense the rest of the total equation made.”
“Ah ok, so then you thought only about yourself?”
>“Don’t….even…” She looks back up, staring Jagdkommando daggers towards you.
“I will! I will even!  The only reason you have a job, the only fucking reason you have any God dammed luxury of being part of the countries, no, one of the world’s greatest science teams is me and only me, and the way you repaid me is with a kick in the ass and out of everything that I had and was!”
>She swallows a large volume of air only to express a sigh instead of a retort.
>Your walking pink sip arches her back to lean on a wall, rubbing her fingers through her drubbed face.
>She knows how responsible she was for your current predicament…but…
>You let out a lengthy breath of your own and did your best to find some kind of way unwind your anxiety.
>But you also know no matter how much she loathed your ass, she was never out to destroy your career.
>At that point in time, she truly felt that your clause was batshit crazy and to be frank, those are one of the only feelings you shared with her.
>Moving your furrowed lips side to side and swinging your arms back in forth to allay some tension, you made your way to the kitchen which was housing a petrified Indian scientist taking shelter behind your counter.
>You open up a top cabinet to grab your go to stress reliever; a bottle of dirt cheap whiskey.
“Why are you even here...no really why are you here now?” You repeat running a hand through your hair and setting down the liquor in front of you.  “You know we have nothing to talk about and we both would want to be worlds apart by any means.”
>“That’s just it, Anonymous.” She bleakly exhales, as if what she was about to tell was the end of the world.  “Your theory…it’s absolutely right.”
“God-fucking-dammit, Lil.”   You shake your head and give out a laugh that was all but amusing. “I get it.  If you want to pester me and say I told you so then do it and leave.  Yes, we both know that piece of unrecognizable energy needed is farfetched bulls-”
>“No, you don’t understand!  It’s happening right now in Arizona, right before our eyes!”
“What are you on about?”  You queried, filling up a glass and even lifting the bottle towards her companion as an offer.
>He puts a hand up and shakes a sheepishly smiled face to decline your offer.
>“Please, now’s not the time to play dumb.  The country is facing a demoralizing crisis and if something’s not done soon, the world could be in danger.”
“Oh no, did someone actually have the indecency to chop down a cactus?! Don’t worry, we’ll get that son of a bitch!”
>Lillian dislocates her jaw and her assistant moves next to her mirroring the same reaction to your statement.
“Oh lord this is serious…two…no three?”
>She paces to you in a stiff zombie like state, with a stunned expression remaining.
>“Anon!” She blurts in a harsh whisper, which forces her to take another deep breath to explain her fears. “Haven’t you been watching the news?”
“The media is something I particularly don’t care for in case you forgot.” You sarcastically hint lifting your glass up for a drink but paused it at your lips. “That and I can’t afford cable.”
>“You’re being seri…I can’t even…Damien, please get the laptop.” She requested running a hand across her puzzled brow.
>In no time at all he quickly removes his backpack to bring out and open up the computer.
>What in the hell could they be trying to pull?
>After a quick start up and a click of the some keys, he hands it over to where you grab and balance it on one arm.
>You mildly perked up a brow and smirk, showing some sort of inquisitiveness towards this evident prank.
>The audio is already reverberating out of the speakers as you watch a screen that is filled with an amateur video.
>Shaking your head and taking another long swig, you’re greeted to the setting of a power station and something that’s taking a good chunk of the picture.
>Something that evaporated your egotistical tenor and replaced it with one of incredulous wonder.

>“Aye, you almost done? Three twenty is way past my bedtime, bud.”  An electrical maintenance engineer calls out to his coworker, via radio, who’s hanging high up on an overhead power line.
>“It must be so awful sitting in the air conditioned truck and not getting a gorgeous view of Apache county up here, wey.”  The technician jokes into his transceiver latched on his uniform’s chest pocket, but diligently checks up on some last maintenance with his various instruments.  >“Things are running as they should.  How’s it looking down there?”
>“Everything’s reading hot and smooth down here, bro.  Let’s call it a week.”  He reads off of the company vehicles monitors and radios back to his assistant.
>Grabbing the handle to the door to head outside and help pick up, the company phone in his pocket begins to vibrate.
>Pulling the cell out, he reads a startling message from his superiors.
>Remaining in his seat, he calls back to his work buddy of many years.
 >“Aye vato, I’m getting a call from the plant.  It says we’re under a code black.”
>“A terrorist attack?”
>“No idea, bro.  It just says to immediately leave the area and that…they’re shutting down the plant.”
>“What!?”  The tech huffs, placing tools back in his belt. “Sounds like some serious business.  Well shit, man, mind giving me a ride back then?”
> “Not a problem, I’ll head back out to give you a quick hand with the equipment. Aye, do you think it has something to do with that stuff going on in New Mexico?”  He concludes while pulling on the truck handle.
>“Hell if I know, bro.  I mean an alien attack sounds like some conspiracy bullshit if you ask me.”
>“That’s what I’m saying but anyways let’s get on out.  We have other issues to worry about.”  The engineer informs walking out of the vehicle and look up from his phone. “Besides, when’s the last time the media ev….”
>“What was that?”  He calls back and moves in to detach his harness so he could make his long climb down the tower’s ladder.
>But there was no response; only a static man staring to south of them.
>“Is everything alright, puto?”  He calls looking down to the man, waiting to hear a defying remark.
>Instead he watches his companion sprint back to the truck and hears the immediate roar of the engine.
>The rear tires begin to spin out of control, blowing Arizona dust into the air until the burning rubber gained traction.
>With a swerved and screeching take off, the echoes of a deranged muffler drive away and fade, along with the technicians ride home.
>“Hey! What the fuuuu-oh my god!”  He halts his mounting fury, holding on tight to a power line that starts rocking violently.
>Before he could lift himself up to gain stability, a boom tremors in the distance forcing the high rise’s vibrations to increase in frequency.
>Another low rumble falls onto the Earth, escalating the resonance of sound and quavers.
>He hugged the ladder with every ounce of might, shutting his eyes out of dread, and prayed to anyone willing to listen and help cease the atypical earthquake.
>It didn’t stop.
>The tower continued to sway back and forth, with enough vigor to create audible bends and deformations within the structures metal.
>The pounding explosions grew and grew, thunderous enough to overtake the cries of dismay the lone man whispered.
>“Please-please-pleas….”
>The air fell silent.
>The momentum of the swinging tower decreased gradually until it came to its typical idle position.
>As soon as everything died down, the apprehensive employee leisurely peeked an eye open and scanned the area in front of him.
>Seeing that there was nothing but uncultivated land, he opened his eyes fully and pulled away from the ladder.
>Up until he realized that the steel around him was reflecting a purple radiance, and the humidity was usually thick for this part of the world.
>He haltingly twisted his head back towards an eye full of cyan fuzzy carpet that housed two organic cavities blowing warm damp air at his face.
>The man blew out a petrified gasp at the car sized snout that pressed closer to him, initiating the tech to push his back into the ladder’s grooves and turn his head to the side.
>The monster drew short but indescribable breaths, which were quick enough to insinuate that it was trying to pick up his scent like some ravenous animal.
>One after another, his work clothes would flap in the direction the beast would sniff.
>After collecting enough aroma from the horrified man’s sweat drenched body, the giant monster shifted its body with enough might to produce sound from the massive muscles that assisted its movement.
>The man keep his eyes shut until the space around him drew silent.
>With a brief moment of irresolute peace, he could perceive a noise that could never be mistakable to a person in his line of work for years.
>The earsplitting buzz of unspeakable amounts of high voltage could be heard only a few feet away.
>Hesitantly peeking his eye closest to the racket, he looked into an immense iris that threw wild sparks of electricity within its eye’s boundary.
>Widening both eyeballs at the atrocity’s uncanny one, he discharged a deafening scream that resonated for miles in the generally vacant desert.
>A scream that housed a dreadful warning of what’s coming for those who were unfortunate enough to catch it.

“H-hey, how’s it going, friend? You smell really…umm..nice.” You calmly yet dolefully express to the human hanging at the top of the electrical towers you’ve grown accustomed to in the past couple of hours. “Sorry if I’m not doing your traditional salutations, it’s just that…I…forget I said anything.”
>The kind man responds by squirming around and yelling Earthling tongue at you.
>You crane your neck down to civilly converse, while observing the metal pillar that used to be eye level with you, now barely reaches the bottom of your chin.
>All that energy provided from the small town increased your sized well enough to perceive your new stature, but even with all the amps the grateful humans gave you, it was impossible not to feel so dejected.
>You still couldn’t eliminate the horrible thoughts of that once illuminated town, now nothing more but another shadow in the desert all because of you.
>This is supposed to be for the better of humanity’s overcompensation, and for your species resource stripped world, so why do these contradicting thoughts hammer at your mind again, and again.
>Are these powers endowing or condemning?
>No-no-no, not this type of thinking, again.
>You need to change the subject.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go off into a little brainstorm and neglect you.  Soooo…how was your day?”  You form a light phony smile to show your interest, doing whatever you can to hide your recent gloominess.
>He’s screaming and waving his hands in front of you, unmistakably letting you know his day was all but dreadful.
>For not knowing what they verbally say, thanks to the courtesy of your humble translators in space, you picked up human body lingo at such a relatively quick pace.
>Speaking of which, you haven’t heard from Glorgrak or the others for hours it seems like.
>You don’t know if it’s some minor troubleshooting on their part, or maybe the dull attitude caused you to tweak with your antenna’s receiver somehow.
>If that’s the case, goes to show your inventors aren’t kidding when it comes to your unique gifts.
“That sounds wonderful!  Well my day was-uuuh-great, heh.”  You timidly explain, leaning as close as possible with a couple of feet between him and your nose to show full attention. “I went to one of your settlements to grab energy, and I met a lot of good people! I even got to play with one of their carts! Yup, I feel no signs of remorse or regret whatsoever!”
>He turns away and climbs up the tower to mess with a little cord around his body.
“Oooh who am I kidding.  I can’t fool you, can I?  Your town was really pretty and-hey, you shouldn’t squirm so much, you might fall.” You cutoff mid sentence, realizing the pleasant human’s fidgeting could result in injuring himself, but continued to finish your statements.  “Anyways, I know you’re happy I’m here to help control your overabundance of energy, but when I see what I leave behind, I can’t help but…I bet if my dad was hearing this he’d be all ‘stop being a sourpuss and do what you’re meant to do, redeemer!’”  You puff out your chest at a mediocre attempt to act like your father.
>He’s still fidgeting with the yellow rope.
“I know, I know.  You’re probably thinking I’m being too modest. I just want you to-”
>With a sudden snap from the human’s cable, you’re grimly interrupted by your recent friend falling to his demise.
 “NOOO!” You cry out, throwing your hoof as fast as you could to catch the violet floating man.
>Wait whaaa?
>Now he’s chaotically twirling around in a purple miasma, that would randomly spew twinkles like the stars above, and remains suspended in one spot.
>You twist your baffled cranium at such a rare sight, raising both brows at this circumstance.
>This could only mean one thing.
>Humans can fly!
>Your eureka moment is stunned when you noticed the same glow coming from above you.
>Crossing your pupils up, you realize your horn is covered with the same haze and thus the true culprit was revealed.
>This is your doing.
“Uuuuuh…Glorgrak?” You called uneasily to your squid daddy in the sky.
>“Finally! There you are, child. Why did you cut off the communications?  I’ve been trying to reach you for a duration of time!   I thought we were going to have to force our way through.”  He said not all too pleased at your lack of chit chatting.
“Sorry-sorry!  It was unintentional, honest!” You yank our head up to speak to the diamond filled atmosphere, but focused back to the dangling man, electing to place a hoof under him just in case.   “I was calling cause well...tell me you see what’s happening to me and my friend.”
>“…Yeah I…What in the heck!”  He spits perplexedly, but replies back with more equanimity in his tone.  “Give me a second, liberator, to thoroughly speak with the fellow scientists on board to help decipher this current predicament.” He concludes turning off the communicator on his end, and turning to Orack with a scowl, throwing both tentacle polluted hands at the display that follows your every step.
>“Sir, if I’m not mistaking that has to do with her.”  Orack moves besides the warmonger to give his vague data.
>“And to think we didn’t have enough geniuses.”
>“I mean her initial biology!  Remember why she was such a perfect aspirant for our weapon?  It’s because of the strange energy she has inside.  It’s why she’s able to use the apparatus with ease, why she’s able to naturally store energy, and well thanks to that horn she now can channel her stored power to do…aberrant things like that levitation.”
>“Wait, so it’s even more unstable than previously thought?”  He rubs a tendril on his chin, displaying a sinister interest to the astonishing information.
>“Sir, I would’ve never forecasted that she could use telekinesis.  With this amount of untold energy, who knows what she can do to the very fabric of time and space.  She’s formidable to put it lightly.”  He concludes in an unsure and anxious tone.
>“And yet it makes me so feel so felicitous.” He fiendishly chuckles flipping up the switch to give his monstrosity the ‘good’ news .“Child, are you still there?”
“Yes, daddy! Do you know what’s wrong?”  You curiously asked, shifting to lie down on your belly but kept a sheltered hoof under your chum.
>“Bwaaagh.” He deeply shudders in revulsion to the name.
“Gesundhiet!” You cheerily wish to him.
>“…Anyways…yes, my child, the reports from what we could understand is surprising!” He informs in his standard nature of support.
“What do you mean?”
>“Sonork, now you know how much we and the humans have praised your greatness.  Well that extolling doesn’t go unheeded.  These abilities you’re displaying are evolutions of your power, under your own doing!”  He eagerly clarifies with gratification in every breath.
“Huh?”
>“Yes!  We always knew you were capable of wonders beyond this plane, but never could we have guessed what those spectacles were.  That’s for you to figure out, redeemer.”
“Oh….”  You pout not sharing the same excitement about your frightening powers.
>“Now don’t be so cheerless at the facts.  Even your little human ffffuu-dy is overwhelmed with delight!”
“Really?”  You question with a tad of optimism restoring itself.
>“Of course, can’t you hear his cries of gratitude?”
>You focus back to the twirling human with a smile pressing deeper into your dimples.
>“He can’t stop shouting ‘ay wey’ over and over again!  Where this human resides, that’s their native way of giving thanks!”  He informs, quickly shutting of the radio so he could bellow with laughter.
>You nod in complying agreement, with a grin from ear to ear.
“Of course that makes so much sense! Ay wey to you too, my friend!”  You laugh from the contagious joy that Glograk and the wonderful man radiated.
>In no time your cheerful demeanor was refilled from head to hoof, and to think it’s all from making him happy.
>And that’s when it hit you.
>How could you’ve be so selfish?
>These people, your creators, and everyone you’ve met have showed nothing but happiness and good fortune to what you’re trying to do.
>You shouldn’t be distressing at what your powers can do; you should be thrilled of what your powers can do for them.
>You can make them blissful and that’s all that should matter.
>From now on it’s all about them and you can subside your pitiful feelings for that.
“It may make me a bit sad when I take the lights from your colonies, but as long as you and the people of Earth are happy, then gosh darn it, I will continue doing my best to bring you emotions of satisfactory like a good savoir should!”
>“What was that?”
“It’s nothing Glorgrak, really. So shall I continue my journey?!”
>“With the upmost haste, my child.  If you follow the transmission towers, they should lead you to a factory specifically designed to make electricity.  Plus, more humans like him will be waiting to greet you there.”
>A buffet of Watts does sound yummy but more importantly, more humans to lend a hoof to!
“Wonderful!” You hop to your hooves staring at your pal.  “Did you hear that? I’m gonna take you home you little rascal.” You playfully tease, rubbing your snout on him for a serene nuzzle.
>Now if you could only place him on your hea-
“Woah…” You gasped in surprise watching the whirling man float above your noggin.
>You can actually move where he goes with a mere thought.
>This is just too much!
“Ahh, so that’s how it works.” You carefully secure the man on your bonce, hovering him in place for a slow and safe trot to his home. “Alright, buddy, hang on to my mane for good measure, and I’ll take you to your fact-oo-ree.”
>Now with your acquaintance snuggled safely, your antennas awaken with an ambitious surge, sending signals to your brain on where your next objective is.
 >You can see that a considerable storage of volts is located not too far from here.
>With a booming first step of resolve you trot towards your next feast.
>In no time you reached the factory and instantly noticed a good number of humans sprinting away from you and the structure.
>They’re just too kind; it seems like they want to give you some space to consume your nutrients.
“Good idea, friends!  I know that amount of energy couldn’t be too safe for you to be around, but I’ll be sure to be careful!” You comfort them, but then decide to levitate your friend back in front of your eyes.  “I guess this is where we say goodbye.”
>He’s murmuring some human words, clamping both of his hands together.
“P-please don’t be s-sad.” You start to sniff, already having drawbacks of having to let him go.  “I’m going to miss you too, but I have a promise. I promise when this is all done, I’ll come back to say hi and play with all of you, with all disregards of doing all that dumb redeemer stuff, ok.”
>You give him a warm attentive kiss and then levitated him down tenderly to the ground, where he shot off with enough speed to pick up a dust trail back to his heard.
>Waving your hoof goodbye, you return your attention to the factory and prepared for another scrumptious dinner.
>Illuminating your horn and metal receivers with stored power, you absorb all of the delectable electricity within the structured abode.
>You can feel the ecstasy and surge of power running through your veins, and the potent muscles that hold your form expand to counterbalance the new energy you’ve stored in your mass.
>After it was all said and done you grew a total of ten feet, which in your current state is infinitesimal.
>Strange?
>You could’ve sworn there was a lot more power than that.
>Oh well, maybe there was a simple miscalculation on your part, and besides this only means you’ll have to explore elsewhere for more.
>You turn back to the gathering of people, who are flashing those bright lights at you again.
“Awww, why thank you again everyone-oops-I mean, aye wey!”  You thankfully yell but are speedily interrupted by an intense light humming in the sky.
>The hums begins to develop in to loud cracks as the soaring large metal cart draws closer.
>That has to be a human vehicle.
>Hah, so they can fly!
>The whirling cart stops approaching your way and chooses to circle around at a distance instead.
>You smile and moved your head to wherever the machine would float, absolutely mesmerized by the dance of this incredible piece of human tech, but hundreds of thousands of miles above the Earth, Glorgrack is not sharing the blissfulness of the moment.
>“Dammit!”  He hostilely snaps, slamming his hand on the arm of the commander’s chair.  “I was afraid of this.  I knew that race was brainless, but they’re persistent.  What can you tell me about the aerial vehicle, Orack.”
>“It’s a military vehicle, sir, and if I’m not mistaking, they’re going to try and escort her into a trap, needless to say they will have zero chances of inflicting damage on her.”
>The martial leader sinks back into his chair wickedly grinning at the new win-win situation.
>“The fools, they can’t possibly hide their source of power forever and if our weapon can’t find a supply of sustenance, then we’ll let them happily give it.” He grimly chuckles as he sends a new plan to his apocalyptic artillery.  “Sonork, I need you to follow that craft.”
“Hmmm?”  You question, still in mid-trance from the flying car.
>“You must follow the helicopter at once, the humans are unbelievably disappointed!”  He whines in untruthful grief.
“Oh no, what happened?!”
>“They had no idea that their factory wouldn’t be enough to sustain your hunger and now they just feel awful.”
“What!!! That’s a lie, it was enough!...Kinda…”
>“Wait what’s that? Nooo…” He excessively wheezed in awe.  “You’re not going to believe this, liberator, but they want to lead you to a location where they can give you the nutrients you need!”
>You blow a sigh of succor.
“That’s a relief.  Awww, they don’t have do all that.”
>“But they insist! After all, you don’t want to disappoint them, do you?!”
>You gasp in revulsion at the sheer idea.
“Absolutely not!” You assert, standing tall and puffing out your chest. “I will not fail them in saving worlds or their cheerfulness.”
>“Good, my child…gooood.”  He mumbles with a deep demonic tone.
“Hehe, you sound real ominous when you do that.  Alright guys, show me the way!”  You gleefully ask, trotting behind the heelicapta and moving to the next exciting part of your unbelievable expedition.

>Your tremulous hand releases the bottle of liquor, generating a deafening crash that shatters the container and your sense of reality.
>This…this was all too unreal.
>The organism that reflects off the computer screen stands on all fours, easily towering over forty meters.
>You would’ve never guessed that something with such an uncanny appearance would resemble an equine from your home world.
>Some features were outlandish to the common horse, but there was one entity that drew the most of your devotion.
>Sure, the massive metal antennas perched on its head were just as bizarre as the rest of its extraterrestrial biology, but what they were doing caused your heart to skip beats.
>The video obtained from a plant employee showcased the creature absorbing electricity from the nearby power plant it was facing, and as it suckled on every last Joule, the mass of the being increased steadily in size.
>Granted it was almost negligible, it was enough to turn your body white.
>You grab the other side of the computer to draw it inches from your eyes and replayed the video from where the beast performed the impossible feat.
>After a few dozen clicks of the rerun button, you move your shivering head to your assistant of the past.
“Is...this some kind of sick joke?” You quivering lips pleaded towards Lil.
>“No.” She shakes her head, still in disbelief at such a riveting life form. “This is indeed very real, Anon, and there are more videos of the creature taking energy and using its body to store it.  As you can tell the more it consumes, the larger and more potent it gets.”
>Eyes still glued to the monitor, you move past the two to sit back on the couch, elected to run through the files providing more supernatural footage.
“W-what do you know about it?”  You hesitantly mumble, darting your strenuous pupils at every detail the recordings provided.
>“Nothing more than eyewitness rumors until the first video was captured in Gallop, New Mexico.” She notifies walking beside you. “It was estimated that when it first made contact on land, the first bystanders that ran into the beast said it stood no more than a meter or two.  As you can see, it’s now the most massive creature to walk the Earth.”
“Oh my God…”  You inaudibly whisper to yourself at another demonstration of its paranormal abilities.
>“That’s why we’ve come for you.  Regardless of our past…disagreements, something has to be done rather it be through modern science or military.”
“I’m sure my good friend, Mark, has thought of some tactics.”  You question with a full dose of derision when mentioning the past acquaintance. “Have they tried electromagnetic pulses on the machine in its head?”
>“The idea has been suggested, but me and Miss Ayers agree that it’ll just absorb the electromagnetic burst of the EMP.” The other individual in the room chimes in.
“And I would have to agree. Bombs or bullets?”
>“It’s emitting a near impenetrable and imperceptible shield around the body.  We don’t know if it’s the doing of the mechanism or the unexplainable energy the creature emits, but it’ll stop just about everything.  We fear that explosives generating too much heat may be just another source for it to consume.”
>You grimly close the laptop, moving a pondering fist to your mouth.
>“We’re running out of options and time.” Lillian kneels beside you, pleading for your help with all the aspiration she could congregate. “Please, will you help us?”
>You slowly turn to her beaming, distressing, eyes that reflect her collective prayers, but decided to hang your head back down to face the floor.
>A dark miserable shadow begins to shroud your bewildered body with the only a small glimmer of light, piercing from the window shutters, shining on your lips.
“Well this is truly an unprecedented matter that we-no-the world is presented with.  Of…of course I will help you, Lil.” You bleakly and grimly express, but turned back with a calm hopeful smile in efforts to show them they’re not alone in this calamitous situation. “But there is something I’ve been meaning to tell you both.”
>They lean in to give you their charitable attention.
“I…I fuuuckin’ TOLD YOU, BITCHES!!!” You ecstatically shout and jump to land on your coffee table, and continued your egotistical bragging by throwing your index figures in an alternating poking motion to a pair of heads that have retracted into their respective owners necks with enough strength to display multiple chins.