Division 48

Division 48 – The Awakening, Part 3

Transcription, Tape 13, Case of Christopher White,
17 November 1981, New York Police Department Case files
One… Two… I found you
*Sound of something sharp slashing*
*Sound of meat being cut*
*Feminine scream*
Three… Four… Blood and gore
*Voice in background, female – P…please… Stop… Why are you doing this? Whyyyy?!*
*Sobbing sounds*
*Male voice, singing, tired*
Five…Six… These are my tricks
*Closing-in steps, heavy boots, wooden floor*
Seven… Eight… My knife’s your fate
*Continuous sobbing, increasing in volume*
*Sound of metal impacting metal, possible that an object was put down on a metallic surface. Something heavy being lifted from metallic surface”
Nine… Ten… Now and then
*Female voice, increasing in volume, shouting – No… No… Please don’t… Harry! HELP MEE! HEEEELP!!*
*Heavy steps, wooden floor*
*Male voice, shouting, passionately*
Eleven… Twelve… You I crave!
*Snort, heavy object being swung, sound of impact, meaty crack*
*Loud maniacal laugh*
End of transcription
NYPD, Evidence No. 13, Case No. 1110048, Case closed on November 18th 1981, Prime suspect found dead near the crime scene, possible suicide

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Topic: Dimensional spontaneous shift
Data Origin: Dimensional Guardians Nexus Archives
Authorization: Master Assassin Scarlet Shadow
Dimensional Spontaneous Shift

As impossible as it may sound spontanous shift is in fact existent. This anomaly happens very rearly and there are currently 3 recorded shifts of this type. Normally to pass through one dimension to the other a clear rip in membrane is needed. As it is our current vehicles have that kind of technology allowing for such passage at disposal. It was belived until recently that membranes in each universe are a constant normally inaccessible barrier that under certain circumstances might be ripped. The amounts of energy needed for such action are enormous, and spontainouslly such amounts of power can’t exist naturally. However what we missed so far is a simple fact, that the membrane is not only a phased out energy-based barrier, but rather an entity that is composed of energy plus events and actions materialized in its structure. However complicated as it may sound, it is in fact brilliantly simple. A creature, let’s say a human, in a proper time and proper place, doing an exact and specific things without fail causes the membrane to respond by increase in vibration in that single point, where the human is performing those actions. As we know, if membrane vibrations in one spot increase constantly, there is a point where they begin to be too severe. A consequence of that is naturally a rip in its structure that instantly consumes the human, but not physically. Physically the body stays where it is, what passes through the barrier however is the humans energy signature. Basicly this means, his or her mind is transferred through dimensions. Because the system of dimensions is very complex, huge and for that matter strict it doesn’t take lightly to such occurance. It is considered an error and imidiettly the whole system tries to compensate for the anomaly.So what do you do with a stray energy signature that is in a place where it shouldn’t be? You cannot transfer it back, because the shift happens only in one direction. You can’t delete it because it’s not a being nor an object from the dimension it passed to. The only other reasonable option is to delete a similar energy signature in the new dimension and insert the stray energy signature into the previously deleted one’s physicall body, than write that it happened as it was supposed to be and close the case. Everything’s dandy except for the poor traveller that is probably wondering why is he a fox now or something even more degrating. Normally those kind of passages aren’t that dengrous as they are self-correcting and are really rare. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem for anyone except for the passing entity. But recently it occurred to the guardians that, because some individuals can alone have an influence on a vast amounts of factors and actions, this kind of shifts can be dangerous. An example of that is also pretty simple. What if a spontanous shift happened to a, let’s say, sociopath with very questionable motives and views on the world. This individual’s views are in his mind, which is transferred to another dimension, where the almighty universe decides that he is best suitable in a body of an Emperor of a gallactic empire, which has a very huge army and resources. Well, I don’t really think I have to explain the consequences that are obvious in this case. This is why this kind of event currently has a very high priority for the Guardians intervention. Fortunately there was only one such intervention recored in the history. It however ended, let’s say badly. To sum up, as much as we think we know about everything (and the thruth is the Guardians know a god damn lot), the universe still holds some secrets from us. This is however good, knowing every single thing would be horribly boring and no one really wants that.

Spontanous Shift Cases:

1. Case of Lorrak Hz’khvar – closed – no intervention
2. Case of Vivid Light – closed – intervention
3. Case of Christopher White – unsolved

Location: Equestria, Canterlot area, previously known as North America, Washington D. C., Calmleaves Mental Asylum, Level -3, Criminal insanity floor

The barely lit insides of room 9 gave it a very unsettling atmosphere. The only resident living there however was not afraid of the dark. He was lying on the cushioned floor, his breath steady, cloudy eyes half-closed shifting from left to right. His unnatural position would cause a severe case of muscle ache to any other pony attempting to lie in such weird position. To him however it didn’t matter, he welcomed the pain, he needed it. Lying on his back, forelegs behind his head crossed, serving as pillow and support for his head. His back legs were curled up and also crossed. This individual was in definition asleep. He didn’t like to sleep, in fact he hated it. The images he saw every single time were tormenting him, causing the only kind of pain he loathed. And as usual he was seeing them yet again. The scene that would make anypony lose his or her sanity. What he really wanted is for them to go away, but he knew that it won’t happen, so he at least wanted somepony to share those images with. Somepony who could understand what he was going through, somepony he could simply relate to. In his dream, he opened his eyes yet again, with a heavy sigh. He was standing just outside the Everfree Forest overlooking Ponyville and Canterlot. And both… both were burning with fires of vengeance and righteous wrath. The night sky was red with the amount of light coming from all those burning buildings. Many differently shaped objects were hovering in the sky. Some of them releasing black rays of energy, striking the ground. Wherever the ray stroke, a black explosion soon followed and then fires, consuming everything around the impact site. The amounts of those objects were terrifying. Whole sky above him was dotted with different black monstrosities. On the ground he could see charred corpses of other ponies, torn and lying scattered around like trash. On his left he could see the true death bringer, a giant creature, or machine stomping heavily. Each step caused the ground to shake. Constant explosions of light came from all over the machine. Streaks of light were lashing out at the ponies that were still alive. It didn’t matter if it was a child or an adult, no one was spared and blood was flowing in hectoliters. The machine in its wake was leaving a red carpet behind it. But the shadow around it, the darkness that was surrounding the monster was making it impossible to see any detail, except for its gigantic size. The servos making a horrible artificial squeaking sound, as it stomped and moved forward. The screams of agony and panic were never ending. In front of him ponies were running in all directions, trying to save their dear lives. Some were making an attempt to run to Everfree… A Futile attempt. Every single one crossing the border immediately ended up with a huge blackened hole in his or her body. The holes supposedly were appearing out of nowhere. But the more he listened, the more he could hear a distant booming sound, just before a hole appeared in a body of yet another victim. The dream had so many details, that it was hard to believe it wasn’t reality. The destruction was endless, Canterlot by now looked like it was almost completely leveled down. Only one tower still stood, the rest - burning ruins of once magnificent city. Ponyville for that matter was no different. Most buildings burned down, the Giant monstrosity walking past them, leaving only destruction behind it, smoking craters from whatever weapon it was using. Constant sounds of rotating motor and heavy gunfire audible through the screams of innocent… Or rather guilty ones… Everyone was guilty, every single one of this pathetic horse-like race. Thieves! Stolen the home! STOLE EARTH! He hated them, hated them all! ALL THOSE CLORORS AND LOVE, UNREAL! END IT! KILL THEM ALL! SLAUGHTER THEM FIRST ONES! A snort… And then a horrible cackle echoed through the massacre. A laugh of insanity and bloodlust, a laugh that shouldn’t be heard by anyone, but was still present. A howl of something that definitely didn’t sound like a pony, but rather a demented madman. What the madman however failed to notice was a simple fact that across the site of massacre, blood and torn limbs was another observer. This one however was pale, blood completely drained from his or her face. Shock and terror paralyzing the visitor. It was obvious that whoever that was, didn’t see anything like the sight in front of him or her ever. Shaking body of the new observer was pinned to the ground, pinned by an unknown force. Then a voice whispered in his or her mind, a mocking, low and growly one. It singed a phrase that made the visitors blood run cold, shivers coming down his or her spine.

One… Two… I found you…

Something gently touched his or her ear. Scream… and then Twilight Sparkle woke up, breathing heavily, her face covered in sweat, eyes bloodshot and tired. She quickly looked around unsure where she is… Library, her home… Silence all around her. It was middle of the night. Then she heard hurried footsteps of small feet. A purple dragon quickly entered her room, looking very worried.

“Twilight! I heard a scream! Are you ok? What happened?”

She looked at the dragon and smiled weakly. He was always looking after her, as she was looking after him. He was not only an assistant but a true friend.

“I just had a bad dream Spike, nothing to worry about.”

She waved her hoof dismissively.

“Twi… It’s the third time you’re waking up screaming like that. You didn’t have a good night’s sleep in over three days and that is something I am very concerned about.”

He said, coming closer to her, his eyes still fixed on her, watching… Observing… Studying…

“Spike… Why are you looking at me like that?”

She asked scared a tiny bit

“What do you mean? I’m looking at you as I always do.”

He said scratching his head uncertain of what she meant.

He’s watching you… He’s studying you… He wants you to think he’s your friend Twilight, when in fact he wants only your demise. You know that.
The mocking, growly voice echoed in her head. A voice… In her head… Her eyes grew wide with terror.
Are you surprised to hear us, Sparkle? Don’t you know who we are? Didn’t you always feel us in the back of your mind… Scratching at your sanity, waiting for you to finally give in. We were always there, an integral part of who you are. Look at the dragon Twilight, look at him. Don’t you want to simply carve his face? To make a nice living sculpture and place it over your chimney? Think how lovely it would match the curtains.
She opened her mouth… Than closed it and looked at Spike…

Carve his pathetic face…

He was looking at her, now evidently worried to a high extent.

“Twilight… Are you alright?”

She giggled suddenly and uncertainly.

“Of course Spike… I was just… thinking, that’s all”

She said, her voice a little shaky

“If you say so… Want me to bring you something Twi? Tea maybe?”

He asked ready to do whatever she asks of him.

Hey, maybe he’ll just add something nasty to your tea? Hmm? You’d like your insides to be vomited through your mouth? Carve him Sparkle… CARVE HIM!

“N… No Spike, thank you… I’ll just go back to bad, those dreams are really nothing, they’ll pass…”

She didn’t sound sure at all. Her voice almost breaking down.

“Okay Twi… I’ll go to sleep then. If you’ll need anything just remember you can always count on me…”

He smiled widely, turned around and proceeded to go back down to sleep.

After the dragon left her, twilight lied down slowly, completely confused and very scared. She was hearing a voice, a horrible unnatural voice wanting her to do something really bad to her best friend. How is it possible? What has happened to her? What if it won’t go away? Maybe she was just tired… Or maybe she… She was losing her mind…

No Sparkle, you’re not losing your mind… You already lost it…

The voice echoed menacingly in her head and then started to cackle maniacally. A shiver went up her spine, she placed her hooves on her ears, trying to block out the sound.

"Go away... Just go away..."

She whispered desperately.

She couldn’t silence the cackle… It was in fact inside her head… The cackle quieted down after a while. She was still waiting for it to say something, but it left her alone, she hoped. Her fatigue quickly caught up with her and the unicorn went to blissful sleep again. She dreamed of nothing this time however…

Location: Equestria, previously known as Earth, Forbidden grounds, previously known as Western Europe

The ground shook, as a massive shape was slowly walking through the icy wasteland. Each step caused a crack to appear on the ground. A sound of swirling servos could be heard across the land as the shape was walking towards its destination. On top of the giant a single massive barrel could be seen. There were words written on it:

EREC 000002

Someone still capable of reading the letters and having some knowledge on human technology could easily decipher it as “Entropy Rip Effect Cannon 000002”, than he would probably go pale and curse loudly as the gigantic mech had a WMD at its disposal. Inside the massive machine an exchange of protocols and commands was constantly going on:

….COLLOSUS BATTLE PLATFORM….

….PROTOCOL 9 IN MOTION….

….MISSION OBJECTIVE: ACTIVATE THE ANOMALY GATE 1…

….SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE ALL HOSTILE ENTITIES….

….HOSTILE RECOGNITION PROTOCOL: ….

….PROTOCOL OVERRIDE, SECONDARY MISSION OBJECTIVE CHANGED….

….SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: SEARCH AND DESTROY…

….WMD AUTHORIZATION: …

….AUTHORIZATION OVERRIDE….

….WMD AUTHORIZATION: FULLY AUTHORIZED…

Authors Note: I will be trying to make the chapters longer; also I think I will have to change the rating from T to M… As there is much more violence and other interesting things every child likes, later on in this fic. Additionally I want to mention I’m not a native English-speaker so you might sometimes encounter silly mistakes or other interesting things like that. I try to keep them to minimum, but sometimes you can’t avoid them :) And TY for reading!