The Warm Beat of a Cold Clockwork Heart

Fluttershy trotted as fast as her hooves could carry her. The trees of the Everfree flew by her leaving cuts and small bruises across her body. The sweat flowed from her mane soaking her face. Just behind her she could her the repetitive beating sound of another animal giving chase. Additional crashes could be heard to her right, sounding like she a demonic hybrid between a howl and nails on a chalkboard. They were Timber Wolves, angry Timber Wolves at that. She tried hopelessly to pry her wings from her body, but it was in vane. Her fear kept them stuck to her sides. She was utterly alone, her wings were useless, her legs tiring and yet the beating continued to grow louder.

She turned around for a split second, but that was all it took. With her attention broken she failed to see the quickly approaching obstacle. Crashing against it she fell unconscious for but a moment, yet it felt like an eternity. There was nothing but blackness; a cold lonely blackness that ripped at every cell in her body. But this blackness couldn't keep the pain away forever. It started at the tips of her hooves and worked its way up to the tip of her head. Luckily it was just a tingling pain, much like when your leg falls asleep only ten times more potent. Fluttering her eyes open, she finally escaped the crushing darkness and gazed upon what she had crashed into. An old scrap pile left to rust in the Everfree was all she saw. She looked at it in wonder realizing she recognized it, she had passed by it before. She immediately knew where she was; she was near a clear patch not far from her home. It leaned against a tree, much like it was sitting up. She had picnicked there before; sometimes catching herself talking to it like it could hear her. Many ponies in town were quite nervous of it, the Scrap Pile as they called it, yet it had always amazed her.

The main body reminded her of Ironwill, except it had no horn nor snout and its knees went the wrong way. Its feet were strange ovules and time had taken one of its arms now laying at its side. Yet the strangest thing were some of the brakes of its "skin", she could see gears, much like the inside of Flim and Flam's cider squeezer only much more complex. There all the pieces of metal, copper, iron, and tin, had sat silently and unmoving for centuries. In the middle of these thoughts a sound broke the daydreaming Pegasus' train of thought, a Timber Wolfs' howl.

Her head turned to face the sound. The Timber Wolf stood at the other side of the clearing staring at her. Fluttershy quickly tried to get up, but as soon as she place weight on her left foreleg she collapsed in pain. She had failed to see that it was broken; she wasn't going anywhere. She looked up to see the Timber Wolf slowly approaching, a big smile on its face. Its food wasn't going anywhere and it had all the time in the world, and it planned to use it. Shaking on the ground only one word escaped her lips.

"Help."

As the timber wolf approached Fluttershy's eyes shut mind slowed she could hear everything a bird flying away. water dripping some were and... ticking. like a clock. it was faint but...it was getting louder, faster. she opened her eyes to find the timber wolf had stopped dead in its tracks, and it was staring behind her a dumbfound look on its face. as she tern her head she found the source of the ticking. now Fluttershy has stared into this things eyes many times. they were always the same cold and unalive. but what she saw staring back was not the same eyes. these were alive with a dark blue emitting from them looking around stiffly shifting jerking one way then another with a small whirling sound. until its eyes landed on her. Then they locked on to her. There was something beyond the blue light just a...twinkle she couldn't explain. this was the last thing she saw before she passed out.

Hours later in a small home near the Everfree a small yellow and pink pegisis named Fluttershy  was waking up, and she was happy. She was happy to be out of the nightmare of timber wolfs and metal. when she first tried to move it felt like a fire burned in her veins making her to let out a small yelp. Getting over the soreness she eventually was able to wiggle on her bed. she checked her wounds to find they had been tended to her hoof had a perfect splint her head bandage was a little on the loose side but Farly dune  her right wing however... it had the same bandaging style but it looked like it was dune by someone who had never seen a pegisis wing before. her ear perked up she could hear a quite voice from downstairs was her rescuer still her it was very late at night she limped down the stares with a soft hello came no response her mind was racing trying to think of who it could be when in the middle of the room when she herd a female voice from behind her.

This unit "42" has suffered 82.99% of complete memory loss. this unit is in need of repair pleas press the reset button located on the chest. This unit will go offline in 30 seconds.

Fluttershy was hiding behind a couch in fear

This unit will go offline in 25 seconds

what does offline mean? she tried to remember what twilight told her about computers.

This unit will go offline in 15 seconds.

She made a comment on it "off line sounds more like death to me". was this thing dieing

This unit will go offline in 8 seconds.

Fluttershy pooled all her courage and leaped towards the scrap pile. her eyes met its its eyes were sad pleading to hold onto life

This unit will go offline in 5 seconds

her hoof hit the button that looked like it had been pulled from a type writer and what happened next was the most amazing thing she had ever seen.