The Foundation

Guess you could say I never really had a normal life. But that does not mean it was a bad life. I have something I’ve always wanted and that is family and friends.

It was not that long ago when I first learned what a blade of grass was and the color of the sky as well. I did however have books. They were the only source that I had about the real world. They included dragons princesses and even the thing I never knew about, family. I even often wondered what a family was and is, all of the ponies I talked to all had different families and I’ve always thought that they can only be good.

While it was my duty to chart and send information about all the ponies I have met, I learned not all families are good. Some are evil, some are war torn or dead. Some are abusive, and delusional who try to kill those closest to them out of competition.

At times when I was locked up away at site fifteen, and eventually other sites, I’ve never had dreams and I also never had my cutie mark. I've always heard about them from other subjects like joy and Ava. They say that they are usually nightmares but they also say they can be joyful. For example being free and being allowed to eat and drink whenever they wanted and whatever they wanted.

When I was released for local duties and later military duties, I’ve started having dreams. Particularly when I had started making friends and learned all about families. The bad thing is, I do enjoy the nightmares, and my good dreams as well. I do not have a sense of fear until I have a feeling of “If” I might lose a friend, or lose respect towards a friend. It may or may not be a defect from being with the foundation for most of my life.

I would like to talk about defects and subjects like thirteen fifteen and thirty seven. They all have had different procedures and duties to attend as well as different hardships and punishments. Which is why they all act differently towards most ponies including myself.

Subject fifteen, also known as joy, is allowed in public when her duties are over, she is often rude, snappy and extremely defensive. This is due to the fact that she has been through plenty of relationships but all of them end up with the pony trying to help her which leads to the death of her loved one. Each and every death put more and more weight on her until she became the bitter mean pony she is as i am writing this. Most ponies can also tell she watches for sudden movements, and reacts in violent ways. This is because of the punishments and abuse given to her nearly everyday.

Now lets talk about 13. She is described as violent, sadistic, yet nice and caring for those who really get to know her. She is younger and still somewhat immature to an extent, which explains her extreme bullying. She produces pain on others so she can feel good about herself. She also has been with the foundation so long all she knows is violence. She also suffers from the same defects as fifteen, with flinching and such, due to her punishments and abuse.

Last is subject thirty seven, for now anyways. The few that have met him describe him as, immature annoying and a nuisance. He is always laughing and making jokes at the worst moments possible. This is how he copes with being under strict rule. In my perspective I think it is better to be hit on everyday and be subject to crude jokes then to abuse civilian life, like subject thirteen does.

My point is every subject reacts differently to the same reason. And while reading my thoughts and collectives I want you to keep an open mind while reading. I also want you to get rid of neutrality and the thin line that is between good and bad, holy and unholy. Because in war and reason, there is only good and bad ponies.

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Before I ever met my stallion, storm shadow I was released for military duties instead of local duties for the foundation. Which also meant that I worked in team groups with other subjects. Sadly I was not allowed to have any feelings towards any of them until recently of course. And at the time I was also still new to the outside world and made many mistakes which gave me many punishments. Most of which ended up with me not being able to move more than a hoof from pain.

Before I get side tracked even more, I was sent to places like Ross, Mav, and continents like Dresenia, and Equestria for information, and extermination acts.

Most of which were extermination acts. I have a large bingo book that I am not proud of, at the time killing seemed as if it were a game. Even some like thirteen and thirty two, made it out to me to be as if it were a game. So I accepted it to be a game. I now know of all the bad things that I have done, that I was unaware of all the sorrow I was causing.

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I was trotting down the roads of Silverspool, a town known for its silver mines as well as the wool that the town traded on a daily basis. It seemed to me when I started the day off like it was another day to get out of my cell. It was also another day I got to hurt another pony. I trotted into the inn, and bought an apple ale, to let it set due to the fact that most of all subjects have a strict diet. And all are punished severely for anything eaten or drank without permission. The information I have gotten stated that the pony came in from five thirty PM, after work at the silver mines. He had 3 foals and a wife who was presumed dead. He trotted five minutes early and sat down, talking to the bartender. I sat down next to him and started a conversation.

“Hey!” I yelled with a scratchy yet feminine voice. He replied with “Why hello there” With a somewhat deep voice that of a tenor. It turned out most of the information was right, though his wife was alive but is being nursed back to health, with his care. “You look like you just came out of a mine” I said with an energized voice. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled to himself “Yes, I do work at the Silverspool mines, why do I look dirty?” I barked out almost Immediately sort of startling him “Yeah you look like you just crawled out of a hole! Hehe I wonder what its like down there” He replied with an odd look before replying to me “Good to know . . . I do need to get home to feed my wife and foals nice meeting you . . .”

He looked at me for a reply. “awwwww maybe I can come help!? Im like the best cooker ever!” I looked at him with complete confidence in myself that I was actually a good cook, rather it being the complete opposite. I did not know how to cook, and I still do not know how to cook without burning something. He stumbled for an answer and gave me a sheepish grin “I-i don’t think I have enough to go around . . . Heh” I through seven bits on the table and sat up “Well lets go!” I ignored the face hoof that could knock a building down.

We trotted down into the forest towards his residency and I waited until we had reached a very secluded part of the forest. I raised a hoof and almost  Immediately two sedatives smacked him in the ribs and I blind sided him with my right hoof, knocking him over with a slam. “Wow your heavy!” I said giggling to myself as I stared at the earth pony who had been struck down. A black pelt and white maned and tailed pony jumped down from the tree kicking him in the ribs as a taunt of defeat “Looks like your family wont be getting fed tonight!” She laughed and spit on him as he started feeling the affects of the sedative.

“Ahhh don’t be sad we can still be friends, you just need to sleep for awhile anyways! Being at that mine must hav-” I was cut off with a snarl of anger as he tried to get up but falls down. “I'll have none of that you whore!” I looked at him completely confused and giggled “Heh what's that mean?” Thirteen sat on top of him and batted her eyes “You mean you dont want to have any fun with me . . .?” As she dug a black knife into his cutie mark, that was a kite. He winced and started drifting away from Consciousness, due to the sedatives. “Ahhh I wanted my turn!” I complained and pouted. “You'll get over it” As she wrote something down onto a book and kicked the body to make sure he was sound asleep. That night helpless foals and a sick mother had to fend for themselves, on a budget that no longer was there.