The Foundation

One of my most recent jobs within the foundation, is torture. Though the torture was for punishments towards subject for insubordination, I in the past did use such measures for personal reasons. While I was in the process of doing such acts, and after such acts I found it easy to keep a smile, while looking at a fellow subject, or pony. One of my techniques is the manipulation of time itself, within the pocket dimension. Let me clarify this, I do not control time of what so ever, but I can slow it down to make a minute seem like a century mentally rather than physically. Most of which all of my methods were only facades and only affected subjects mentally, but the mixture of such mental attacks, and physical attacks can drive a pony into confusing what is real and what is not.

Since I have been fifteen I have been given permission to legally torture subjects given to me as an assignment. Another technique is playing with the minds of those unlucky enough to meet me in the pocket dimension. I use there deepest and darkest fears against them, including there unknown families and friends that they never had. For subjects, fears are completely different than that of a normal pony. Like losing a friend is one of my deepest fear. Some fears can be simple, like falling asleep or even some are simple as returning to something we all called home. Though a lot of us would not like to admit it, we all have fears were all no different than the other ponies that have a normal life, besides our combat skills of course.

The first day I was aloud to go outside I went along with thirty two, he showed me what grass was, clouds and should me that I could walk on them. The outside world was filled with colors and just the total opposite of all the sites I had been to.

I was so excited to have explored all of these new things in such a short time! He told me about the sun, and how it gives us life. When it was night he told me about the moon, and even set up a fire, teaching me how to do so. This was my first time ever seeing thirty two smile. When he told me of all these things it seemed like he was enjoying himself.

I want you to think about it from my perspective, thirty two is in high command of the foundation, the district that I was located in anyways. The pony who laughs, and taking pride in beating ponies. When he is punishing thirteen he was a time of his life. This was because of the fact that she would always fight back, and talks back. When I can hear bones crack and wings shatter, all else I can hear afterwords is him chuckling and laughing to himself.

This of course did not leave me out of punishments. Some days if I were to come back after failure, he would simply kick a hoof in, and out of place. But some days he would through me around stomping on me, and using magic to torture me. The duration would last from the time it starts to the time I pass out. At times I would wake up with broken or bruised areas that had not been touched while I was awake, which lead to me thinking that he would continue his punishments while I was unconscious.

There had been hints of sexual abuse towards other subjects, like fifteen and thirteen, but none of which I could have found out as a fact.

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When I got older, sometimes I wanted to intervane with such acts like when I was employed with subject thirty nine. He is a unicorn with a gray pelt, and a black mane, his current status is pronounced missing in action and was not able to be traced. The mission was simple, the target was to be captured and information was to be extracted out of the target, then replaced with false memories. At this time I was only twelve years of age and had little combat training. The target was a royal guard and was returning to report information about the foundations recent actions. He sat in the middle of the road waiting. I flew into a tree keeping my distance from him. A patrol of three ponies came down the road, the one in the middle was marked by her armor and gold pendant on the center of the leather armor,

it resembled fire and was very noticeable. The group was in fact a scouting unit from the royal guard. I let them pass me and through two sedatives at the two side ponies, as they stopped and drew weapons at 39, she turned around to look at the attacker behind her and  immediately was struck by a paralysis spell. I jumped down from the tree with a sedative in hoof to drive it into her neck, where the armor had not been protecting her. To my surprise I was stopped quickly by a push from 39, and he spoke with a deep voice as I landed on my flank.

“Woah woah woah not just yet kuikui” A nickname I was given, since I met subject 132. His horn lit up with magic once more and the pony was able to speak once more, a female with a brash yet high pitched voice that of a warrior. “State your business slime!” she snarled, only to receive a chuckle in response. “How now, your not in such a position to be speaking to me so rudely and abruptly . . . i'll tell you what i'll let you have the ability to speak all you want” She glared at him with daggers, and he mounted himself on her “W-what are you d-” was all she could say before she cried out in pain and fell down, leaving him to dominate her. I ran back remember what had happened to joy and tripped over myself, crawling away still very startled and scared.

It was fifteen or twenty minutes later when he at last finally came back with a smirk and gave orders to head back to a site. It was times like these I wished I was at the top of my skills as I am now, to stop things like these from happening. These type of events made me thirsty for more knowledge and power, Which . . .

“Cmon Stormy please!” She whined as if she were in some sort of pain. “I'm sorry Kui you are not fit to be training right now” As helooked at her displaced wings and her bandaged stomach. She put her hooves up and pouted like a spoiled brat, and whined and moaned some more “But stormy! How am I suppose to get stronger if I dont train!?” he sighed looking around the purple oak arena that they had been training at. There is more in training than fighting Kui . . .” was what he replied against her pouting. She looked at the ground almost crying for such a stupid reason. “Cmon Kui lets practice cardio”

-Is why I have so many talents that revolve around combat. For example my use of weapons like my rope dart and my chain whip, most of which I use for restraining ponies, and keeping them at a distance. I use kunai and shuriken for long ranged attacks as well as binding them into a roll of some type of metal or PDA to through them all into a barrage. I have many types of swords, for example broadswords, longswords and short swords for close combat if I need it. I have daggers, sai's and a gauntlet that was given to me as a gift. I have a flail and blow darts as well as my sedatives.

Lets just say I have a lot of weapons and how do I carry all of these you might ask? Some subjects like myself are able to use something called a “Pocket dimension” it allows storage of a mass number of small items or objects, that is quick to pull when ever I need it. The weapons are also crafted using the material that also make up the pocket dimension. For now i'll classify them as A and B, due to the fact that it is extremely rare and only is craftable by the user and will deteriorate after going out of the user's radius. The only exceptions is shards that are sealed to stop the affect from taking place.

Type A is a clay like substance that can be molded into an extremely hard metal type substance. This is what all of my weapons are made of, and also why they are all black.

Type B is a white substance that also can come in clay like form as well as a liquid form, I use this type of material for my familiars, and special Occasions. There was said that there were more then two of those substances but I have no knowledge of it.