/bootleg/ Dr. Anon, Barb and FrankenPatches

>The distant sound of howling wind can be heard as shutters slaps back and forth.
>You are Doctor Anonymous and you have no such time to waste on trivial matters like that.
>Your heavy footsteps echoed in the narrow stairway, accompanied by smaller shuffling.
>Deep down into your mansion was your hidden laboratory, where you had spent many countless nights researching your dream.
>The scrawling of a madman some might say, but you were going to prove those naysayers wrong.
>You were not interested in your passion purely out of spite, this was something deeper.
>After years it was all finally coming into fruition...

>Thankfully you were no longer alone in your endeavors, the proceeding early months had paid off after posting your HELP WANTED ad.
>The prissy unicorns of the local village would never lift a finger of their magic.
>It seemed that fate had something else in store for you.
>You admit that the day she arrived on your doorstep you were skeptical, that a small dragoness would or could be beneficial to your line of work.
>You had no interest in children...
>Neither raising one of your own, adopting or entertaining them.
>You relented.
>Logically you needed somepony, and it just may happen to turn out that somepony was not a pony at all.
>A purple dragoness with not nary any horns in sight, only a few green spines running down her head and accenting her neck.
>This was the correct judgement, but congratulating yourself would have to wait.
>Since day one she proved to be a boon with her dainty dexterous digits.
>Far better than you had hoped, and far better than any hooves could compete with, nearly as useful as your own pair.
>She was surprisingly resilient too.
>More importantly... She was eager to lend a hand and curiously when the time came to share the truth, she had little objections to your own ambitions as well.
>Good with a quill and a studious nature.
>Perfect. You couldn't ask for better luck.
>Barb, now your number one assistant.