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*Day One*
"Doctor, are we ready to run the next experiment?" Dr. Francis asked his advising officer and head scientist, Dr. Van Buren. It had been several months into the investigation, a new entity had appeared in their universe, and it had the entire corporation at its knees with curiosity.
"Yes, Doctor, what are we dealing with here? I have only heard stories since I flew here from Dublin."
Francis pulled out a plastic clip board with a few sheets on it. He read off of it to Van Buren;
"SCP - 2202
Sex: Female
Class: Safe, pending Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP - 2202, or more commonly acknowledged as 'Twilight Sparkle' by herself and psychologists, is to be treated with gentle care and kept in a locked cell made up of thirteen electro magnetic sealing locks, a retinal scanner advised only to be used by registered members of Level 3 class or higher. Only a small cot is allowed to be in the room for resting. Scheduled sessions must be in documentation form, and must be submitted to the highest authority of the Site. She can only be fed some types of flowers, normal vegetables, and some fruit (see list on page 37 in article B5 of handbook seventeen for more info).
Description:
SCP - 2202 appears to be an equine of adult age or more specifically a 'mare' in Laymen's Terms. The genetic research reveals her to be a pony, not a horse, and she has the ability to emit rays of super powerful energy that can defy the laws of nature like telekinesis, teleportation, and heat rays capable of shattering diamond through a horn on the forehead of her skull, which was not possible until her discovery. The most amazing discovery is of the appearance herself; she is two dimensional, but when looked at from the front, face to face, she appears to shift visualization passages, making it seem that she is from some sort of children's or adult's cartoon.
We are only aware to four different stages of her rotation, front, back, side, and diagonal. She is lavender, with a purple mane, and a pinkish streak riding down the middle of it (the mane). So far, she has not injured any of the other test subjects (indirectly), but has been able to teleport them if she feels threatened (see incident D-9348). In her grammar; body, such as 'everybody', is out of context and changes with 'pony'. Origin is still unknown."
He stopped, Van Buren rubbed his bearded chin. He looked through the one way window at the sleeping unicorn and chuckled silently to himself.
"So, we are dealing with a real cartoon pony with magical abilities?" he laughed.
"Amazingly, yes."
Dr. Francis reached for a chair and sat down, lying his papers out on the metal table in front of him. He unlatched his radio from lab coat and took off his glasses, setting them down next to his papers.
He switched the radio to channel three and pressed the call button.
"Send in Dr. Richards, 2202's psychologist. We will begin now."
They shut off all the lights except for Twilight's cell's. Twilight awoke, still very tired, and smiled, happy to meet a familiar face. Dr. Richards had been her only successful psychologist.
Van Buren sat down next to Francis and lit up a cigarette.
"Good afternoon, Twilight, how are you doing today?"
"I could be better, Dr. Richards, but I wish I had an actual bed to sleep in."
He laughed, "I'm sorry, Twilight, but policy says that we can't. I brought you some fruit, though."
Richards rolls out a few apples and Twilight levitates them over and begins eating them.
"She's not scheduled to eat for another hour," Francis said to Van Buren.
Van Buren shrugged it off, "No harm done."
Twilight smiled again, got up, and began to trot around the room as Richards sit on the floor, trying to meet her eye level of only three and a half feet.
"I'll be leaving soon," Twilight said.
"What does that mean, Twilight?"
"I don't remember how I got here, but I know how I can get back. I just need some time and concentration."
"Get here? Where are you from?" Richards asked, this was the first time she had ever mentioned where she was from before to any one on site.
"I can't say, somepony might follow me. I can only stay for a few more weeks, then it will be time."
"How do you plan on esca. . . Leaving?" Richards asked.
"Teleportation, but it's a tough spell."
"Well, I will be back in a few hours to evaluate how you are doing."
Dr. Richards got up from his sitting position and walked out of the room through the many locks.
Francis picked up his radio and switched it to Richards' channel.
"Richards, Dr. Van Buren and I will be waiting for you in room 409, just past 173's containment room. We need to talk."
"I'm on my way," he responded.
*Twenty minutes later*
"I still don't understand why she won't tell us where she is from," Francis was pacing back and forth across the small room, Van Buren was lighting up another cigarette.
"She said something about teleportation, we have footage over her teleporting another subject, but never herself," Richards explained, "she would have left by then if she could."
"That reminds me, Francis... Show me the video of the incident with D-9348."
"Sure thing."
Francis left and returned with a VCR tape in his hands, with a mark on it; 'D-9348', the underneath it; 'Confidential'.
He rolled up one of the television sets on a stand and inserted the video into the VCR player. The screen started as a black and white haze with a static white noise blaring from the speakers, then the video came into full view. Francis appeared on screen, and started the intro.
"Subject number 2202, class Safe. She appears to be responding well to treatments and experiments, and has show no signs of struggle. She is one of the... safest and easiest SCPs we have encountered. I think I'm taking a personal favorite, just like the other scientists here. We are sending in test subject D-9348.
Test subject has had no history of violence, and has a sturdy psychological past and is in normal physical condition. Subject is to be terminated after experiment is complete."
The camera changed to a built in one in the corner of Twilight's room. She was completely unaware of the experiment, sleeping on top of her cot. The door opened and D-9348 slowly walked in and his eyes widened.
"Uh, what do I do now?"
"Please approach SCP 2202," Francis said over the intercom in the subject's ear, the volume lowered.
He did.
"Please place your hand on SCP 2202's back, the stand by for further instructions."
He walked over to the still sleeping pony and laid his hand gently on Twilight's back without waking her.
"Please explain what it feels like, quietly please, do not awake the subject." Francis said.
"It feels... warm, fuzzy. It feels like hair, but... it's a cartoon. I feels different than it looks... I don't like this, can I leave?"
"Please collect a sample of hair and place it in the vial we have provided you."
D-9348 started sweating, and reached for his vial, then pulled off a few strands of the two dimensional hair and put it in the vial.
"Oh... Okay, I'm gonna' go back n... N..."
D-9348 proceeded to sneeze and startled Twilight out of her deep sleep. The lavender pony levitated up from the cot, and two blazing orbs of light replaced her violet eyes. Her horn let out an amazingly bright light, and it engulfed the room. The camera quickly shut off for a few moments, and the examination room lights burst out, sending orange sparks out onto the concrete floor. The camera returned, and everything looked the same, except for the broken glass on the floor... And D-9348 was gone.
The vail was smashed all over the floor, and Twilight returned to her slumber.
Francis is seen bursting through the door.
"Oh, my Go-"
The video ends abruptly.
"Is that all?" Van Buren asked, looking out the window to the desert outside.
"Yes, we sent out thousands of undercover agents around the world to search for D-9348. We started searching in September of '94, and we had some agents locate him on the Russian island of Rastorgueva in the Kara Sea at the end of the year," Francis said.
"What was his condition?"
"He was... Dead."
"Dead?"
Richards chimed in, "Yes, but Twilight wasn't the cause of his death, after the analysis from our forensics lab, his skull was smashed open at the bottom of a cliff, which means he was teleported, alive... then in a mass confusion, he wandered off the cliff onto the rocks below. He was easily identified by his orange jumpsuit with his number on the back."
"We still don't have a reason why she did it, but it was most likely because she was startled. This experiment was preformed only a few days after he arrival, so she wasn't used to humans yet," Francis stated.
"This is the reason why it's pending class Euclid?" Van Buren asked.
"Yes."
They all left the room, Van Buren put out the rest of his cancer and walked with Richards, leaving Francis.
*
"Dr. Richards, I had to fly around the world to examine this 'pony' and I need some answers. What did she mean when she said she needed to leave?"
"She said that she needed time to cast her 'spell', then she said that she didn't want anyone following her, so she won't tell us where she is from. It has been three weeks, and I have four more scheduled sessions with SCP 056 and 540 before I need to go back."
"Don't forget who you are talking to, Doctor. I have three levels over you, and your lucky I will leave this unauthorized feeding slip, or you would be terminated."
Richards wiped the sweat off his brow and put his hands on his hips.
"Well then... I guess you have me at a check mate. If you would excuse me, I need to be doing my job. Things are starting to get hectic around here with the overflow of new items coming in."
*Day 12*
Francis pinched between his eyes and wiped his glasses, bringing up his coffee mug to his lips, the clock said six AM. His papers were spread across the table of the site cafe. The other scientists were conversing about their studies, but he had been assigned the strangest SCP of them all; 2202.
His pen danced across the papers, only to look up after hearing the legs of a chair pull out across the table. It was Harrison Johnson, another Doctor, same level, same authority. Time was passing by too slow, so Francis had nothing better but talk, which was one of his least favorite things to do.
"So, how is the case with 2202 going?" he asked, sipping his coffee and putting it down.
"Not as perfect as I expected, but we are making... Progress, if you want to call it that."
"055 is a brain teaser for us, we can't pull up anything on it. I'm glad at least one of us is getting things done. Is there any way maybe I can transfer to your group? A talking two dimensional horse sounds pretty exciting," he smiled and wiped his lips.
*
Twilight's eyes slowly shifted across her face as she scanned the pitch black room. She was instructed not to step off her cot when the lights were shut off, which happened often.
Suddenly, a white light appeared from the floor, and a small bang, not loud enough for anyone outside to hear, but the infra red cameras were picking up all of it. The guard assigned to watching her in the morning spit out all of his coffee over the one way window, and he rushed to his radio as the light grew larger and larger.
*
"Dr. Francis?! Hello? Answer me Goddammit!" the radio shouted.
"What seems to be the problem?" Francis replied.
"It's 2202, something's happening in her containment room!"
"I'm on my way."
"I'm coming with you, I don't start 'till eight anyways," Johnson stated, and Francis didn't have time to argue. He grabbed his coat from the chair and ran off, a trail of papers behind both of them.
They made their way through the white corridors of the site until the they got to the room. The door was opened and doctors were huddling around the room's entrance.
"Get back!" Francis yelled as he pushed his way through his co workers.
Johnson and Francis slowly walked in, finding dried coffee stains on the window, and the guard huddled in the corner of the room. The one way window was a perfect white, and no transparency could be seen into Twilight's room.
Richards made his way in, saying he got a call on his radio by one of the other doctors.
Johnson and Richards pulled the guard from the room, but Francis got closer to the stained window, taking his glasses off. He peered thought the window and told the doctors to shut the door. The sound proof door shut, but they all watched through the small bullet proof window in the door.
He looked to see if he could see anything in the sea of light, and from all the commotion, he could here someone talking in there, but it wasn't Twilights voice. He tried to squint his eyes and spear through the light, and then he saw not one, but two figures in the room.
The glass cracked at its corners.
*
"Twilight, can you hear me?"
"Yes, Princess... When will I be able to go back, I'm afraid these beings are going to do something bad to me in the near future."
"In due time, my faithful student, the process is almost complete. Give it two more weeks, and I will contact you again."
"I trust you, Princess; how are my friends doing back home?" she asked, curiously.
"They are all completely unaware and busy with their lives When you return, you and I will travel back in time just before you left, nopony will know about this besides me and the doctors back in Equestria." Celestia smiled, "I don't have any more time. Stay strong, my student. You are doing what Star-swirl could only imagine."
*
Francis felt a vibration through the floor and dropped his glasses as the glass smashed and light flooded the room, engulfing him. A gust of wind blindly swooped him up off his feet, and tossed him into Twilight's containment chamber, unconscious.
"Get your masks on and get him out of there!" someone yelled at two guards who were running from around the corner, shifting their pistols from their holsters and had Richards use the retinal scanner to gain access.
The entered to see a scared Twilight looming over Francis to see if he was okay, but the guards ordered her away from him.
"SCP 2202, get back!"
"But I was ju-"
"GET BACK!"
They grabbed Francis by his tattered lab coat and dragged him out, locking the door behind them.
*Day 15*
Twilight woke up in a daze, she had been moved to the north wing of the site, which was roomy for her sake, but there was no mirrors, no sink, no nothing. There wasn't even a bed, only a small stack of crudely made, synthetic hay, not even edible.
She only had to wait a few more days, then the operation would be complete. Twilight had no idea that when she heard that the Princess needed help with studies, she had inter-dimensional travel in mind.
The reinforced door opened up, Dr. Richards came inside, holding a clip board. Then, Dr. Van Buren came in beside him. They both sat down on the floor as Twilight approached them, a carrot was in Van Buren's hand.
He gave her the carrot as it levitated out of his hand, which sent a chill down his back.
"How is Dr. Francis doing?" Twilight asked.
Richard's looked up from his papers, "He's doing okay, he broke his leg if you want the simple way of putting it. He should be back to normal in a few months, but he won't be seeing you anymore."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I still have no idea what happened back there."
"Do you know why we are here, right now, 2202?" Van Buren asked.
"Call her Twilight, Doctor, it's polite," Richards said back.
"... Twilight?"
"No, I don't. I'm not informed on anything at anytime since I got here," she said bluntly.
Richards flipped the page and took off his own glasses.
"Twilight, we are confirming your class to full-Euclid... Do you know what that means?" he asked.
"No."
"It means that you are considered a possible threat to humankind, but your actions are unpredictable and they are able to defy our laws of nature. You are at class two of three, the next would be Keter, which you would be terminated," Van Buren explained.
"Terminated? Doctors, I don't understand, I didn't do anything wrong..." she tried to explain, a welt swelling in her throat, "All I can remember is feeling like I had been out of a dream, then I was looking over Dr. Francis."
"Don't try to worry yourself, Twilight, we can talk in an hour when your next appointment comes up," Richards said.
*One Hour Later*
"So, Twilight Sparkle, what did you mean by 'being out of a dream'?" Dr. Richards asked.
"Have you ever woken up from a dream, but you don't know if you are in the real world or just another dream?"
"I can't say I have, Twilight, maybe when I was a little boy, but not recently."
"Well, that's the point. Even if you don't know where I am from, I can tell you one thing; I'm brilliant, I mean, very brilliant. I don't mean to offensive, but I'm probably smarter than almost everypony here."
"I have noticed you increased IQ over the past few weeks of testing."
"But what if this is a dream? What if you are not real? What if this entire place is just my subconscious playing tricks on me. I could be in my bed, back in my world, asleep," Twilight stated.
"Well, that's just the mystery of life, and we must face that reality in death, Twilight. On the other hand, how are you doing physically?"
"I need to tell you, Doctor, if I'm on class Euclid, will I be scheduled for termination?" Twilight asked, ignoring his question.
"Twilight, when you came here, to this world, and our agents found you outside our site in the middle of the desert, you had no idea what you had done. If any atom of your existence got out to the public, you would have been immediately dealt with hostility. You are lucky that we found you in time, you appeared only four kilometers outside the nearest town. You are literally one of the most important findings in the history of existing human civilization. I doubt that unless you reach Keter level, they won't lay a finger on you."
Twilight processed that in her head, "Either way, I only have about week left."
"To live?" he asked.
"In this world... If this world is real anyways and it happens to be that I'm not dreaming. My mission is almost complete. It may sound cheesy, but that is the way we do things back in my world."
"What is your world like?" he asked.
"It's beautiful, the air is warm, the sun is shining, and there are fields of flowers everywhere."
*
*Day 20*
Francis sat up in his wheel chair, shutting the book he was reading. It was late at night in the Site Infirmary, where he could do his work in private. He was a fan of his crime novels, and it took of the stress of his job away. He was filling out his report on what had happened the day he was put in his wheelchair. He tried not to move too much unless he wanted a searing pain up his leg.
"Doctor, dinner is here," the nurse said, opening the door to his small room.
"Thank you, put it on the desk over there," he said and pointed.
The incident kept playing over and over in his head like a video tape on repeat. He new that someone else was in the room, without a doubt in his mind. The voice not from Twilight was not very clear so he couldn't remember what they were talking about, but it was there. He hadn't even mentioned this to the other doctors yet, which was breaking many rules, but he was afraid that maybe he was just imagining it all. Maybe it was a trick played by Twilight...
*
Dr. Richard sipped his black coffee while Dr. Van Buren smoked quietly.
"The subject said that she was leaving in a week, five days ago. She thinks she will escape in two days," he said to Van Buren.
"I don't think I believe that, no matter what dimension or universe she is from. Her finding is too important and she is under total lockdown. How could she escape?"
"By teleportation," he said blankly.
"You sound angry? What's wrong, Doctor?"
"It's nothing."
*
"Let me tell you more about my world, Dr. Richards. I think I'm comfortable enough to share a little information with you," Twilight said.
"Alright, Twilight. Please continue. Would you mind if I took notes?"
"Not at all. Now, where to begin? I live in a country, it's called Equestria. It's populated by many creatures; big and small."
"What kind of creatures?"
"Ponies, gryphons, dragons, manticores, and plenty of other ones," she listed. Richards was shaking to even think some of these things were real. He was always afraid of dragons since he was a boy.
"Continue."
"I live in a small settlement. Ponyville. It has a small population, but I have six friends. One dragon... and five ponies. They mean the world to me and I wouldn't trade them for the world," she smiled.
"What are their names?"
"Spike is my dragon assistant. He's an amazing pal. Then theres: Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Rainbow Dash. They are all equally extravagant."
"Well that's good. I'm happy for you," Richards smiled back, "Twilight, I don't really know what you meant by leaving in two days. You do know that there is literally no escaping from the Site, correct? It's physically impossible, at least that is what I was taught for all these years."
"Physically impossible for you universe, Doctor; yes. For my world, no. I have to say Doctor, if I remember all of this, I will be very sad to leave you. All my friends are always busy doing their own things and I never have time to talk to someone who is actually interested in what I have to say."
"Twilight, just for the case you ever do leave, whether it is by transportation or by your means of escape, I would to miss you too," Richards said.
Twilight smiled and went over to her sleeping corner of the room to make herself more comfortable. "Is there any news on my class? I'm still Euclid, correct?"
"That is correct, Keter will not be an option unless you go crazy," he laughed.
"I can assure you Doctor that I would never think of doing something rash."
*
"Listen Van Buren, I don't know what to make of this SCP. She is extraordinary but also a possible threat. I know you flew out here from Dublin and have had much more experience than I have, but this case is out of both our hands," Francis said, pushing his wheelchair around.
"So what? Do we put her on Keter?"
"She is completely unpredictable."
"Are you mad, Francis? Is this some sort of revenge for your leg? It wasn't her fault."
"You came here wanting answers and treated her like a specimen. Now you are standing up to her? Who's side are you on?" Francis became agitated.
"I'm on the Foundation's side! Humanity's side! It's all for science! We secure, we contain, and we protect!" Van Buren almost spit his cigarette out.
"So am I!" Francis exclaimed.
"No, you are not. You were, but now you are on your own side."
"Well, what about Richards. You told me how he acts with 2202!" Francis was yelling.
"He is with the unicorn. Her side is my side. She is with the Foundation. The Foundation owns her."
"You are so single minded, Van Buren. You've lost your touch, 2202's side is her own. There is a triangle. You fight for your side, I am on my opinion, and Richards is with the SCP's. This is total bullshit."
Van Buren slowed down to think for a moment.
"So... do we take out Richards? We can't have him helping the unicorn escape."
"Dr. Van Buren. He is an excellent doctor and a great coworker, but I don't see any other way."
*Day 22*
"2202, today is your assumed day you will escape," Van Buren said sternly while Richards stood behind him, and behind Richards stood two armed guards.
"Yes, I am almost done with the spell. It should be any minute now," she said.
"Please, 2202, how do you expect to escape through seven feet of solid concrete, two feet of reinforced steel, and hundreds of guards outside?"
One moment, I just need to concentrate," she said with her eyes closed. Her forehead started pushing all the energy into her horn as small sparks started spurting out of it. Just then, the door behind them slowly opened and Dr. Van Buren and two guards with assault rifles stepped in.
"Guards, activity has been noted, aim your weapons," Van Buren said. Twilight turned her head when she heard the voice and smiled.
"Doctor, once my entrance has opened, your weapons wont harm me," Twilight said.
"On the contrary, 2202, I don't tend on harming you in any way... physically. Guards..."
"Doctor Van Buren, there must be another way without harming Twilight." Richards said.
"Fire."
A ripple of gunfire rang out in the room, but the intended target was not Twilight, as Dr. Richards was bombarded with a hail of bullets. They tore through his body and face as a crimson red splattered across the white wall and Van Buren's white lab coat. Richards' body tumbled onto the ground, crushing his clipboard beneath his weight, and his body convulsed suddenly and violently, then went limp.
Twilight's concentration was destroyed as she quickly rushed over to Richards lifeless body and shook it.
"Doctor! Dr. Richards! Get up! Please!" Twilight' wails rang off the walls, sprayed with blood.
Van Buren did not take pleasure in his act and looked away, "Get his body to the incineration chamber. We are done here, the subject is not escaping from the Site."
*Day 25
Dr. Francis wheeled himself into the facility morgue. Accompanying him were two armed guards and the giant chief of security, George, with all their faces locked forward. Francis adjusted his glasses as they approached the autopsy table.
A freshly deceased Dr. Richards was placed on the table while Van Buren announced his entrance with the strike of a match and the smell of tobacco.
"So, it's done then?" Francis asked.
"Not quite," Van Buren said, taking a spot next to Francis.
"The horse is locked away, the suspected betrayer is dead in front of us, and there's no more reason for concern. We SCP'd the bitch."
"Don't be so naive, Francis. I have a feeling this little purple thing is just the answer we need for some of sciences greatest mysteries..."
"You want to experiment on her after what she did to me? What she did to Richards? I say we keep that thing behind closed doors for all eternity and not mess around with it anymore."
"But think of the discoveries..." He said, looking directly at Richards' body.
Francis sighed and wheeled himself to face Van Buren.
"Doctor, I told you we need to stay clear of this, it's out of our hands. There is some higher power directing this... animal. We shouldn't be playing God."
"God? God doesn't exist, Dr. Francis. If he was behind all this, it would just be a joke to him. I don't hide in the presence of opportunity, I seize it." Van Buren took another drag of his cigarette and clipped it between his fingers.
"Maybe... but then again, maybe not. I'm not as daring as you, Dr. Van Buren; while you we at Frankfurt Institute stomping on all the toes of your co-workers to climb to the top, I was at Harvard working as a team player."
"Are you questioning my loyalty to the foundation, Dr. Francis?" Van Buren took a step towards him.
"No. Not at all. I'm questioning your ability to see that you are human and capable of some error. Take my word on it, do not meddle with what we cannot for sure secure, contain, and protect." Francis stated, moving back a few feet.
Van Buren took a long toke.
"I see."
"I'm serious."
"I am too...." Van Buren's face turned from frustrated to a slight smirk. "Maybe I've been a little foolish," he said, continuing his glare at the ruined body.
"You're patronizing me, aren't you?" Francis was caught off guard by the doctor's sudden change in mind.
He smirked, "Of course not. I believe that is all you have for me then?"
"Well..." He took a second to speak in confusion, "yes, I believe it was."
"Then I'll see you at work," he turned, puffing smoke.
When he reached the doorway, he pulled aside the chief of security, "Keep an eye on Dr. Francis. I want to know where he is at all times."
*
The abrupt end to he and Van Buren's conversation stuck with Francis as he watched him exit the room. Francis turned back towards the dead Dr. Richards and reached into his bloody lab coat pocket, removing the plastic I.D. with a smiling face plastered on it, and slid it into his own.
"What's happening here?" he whispered to himself as the guards escorted him back to his office.
The work was dull, Johnson was apparently going to a meeting and lunch wasn't for another three hours. The morning sun was fading away through the glass face of a cold, sterile clock mounted on the wall.
After filling out twenty two reports, he thought he needed to give himself a break. He opened his door and wheeled out. A few 'good morning's here and a handshake there, he made his way down the hall.
He came upon the room marked 2202 and stopped. An new door, made of thick metal was screwed shut over the original entrance, the only way to look in was a small glass slit to fit hay through.
Francis couldn't reach the height of the glass slit due to his confinement, but he knew what was on the other side: a weeping demon sent from somewhere else to drive every last human insane.
*Day 26
"2202, you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together," Van Buren said through the one way window. Twilight was alone in a blank concrete room with one mirror.
"Who said that?"
Van Buren pushed the intercom button, "Doctor Van Buren, chief director of this facility."
"You're a monster!" She gasped, realizing she was speaking to Dr. Richards' murderer.
"Please, 2202, I was only doing my job to protect the foundation. Dr. Richards posed a threat and he had to be dealt with."
"He wasn't a threat! He was a good man!"
"I'm a good man, 2202. I'm a father of two boys back in Luxembourg, my home country. Im no different than any other scientist at this facility. What makes me any different from Dr. Richards?"
"Dr. Richards wasn't a murderer! He wasn't a good man... A good man..." Twilight sighed and began to sob silently.
"Please, 2202. There is much work to be done. There is no time to be crying about the past. Instead, we must look to the future!"
"Your mad, Doctor." Twilight whispered.
"Twilight, please. Would a madman hold degrees in the highest fields of science, medicine, and psychology?"
"The sciences are different in this world. Your degrees don't mean anything." she looked at the mirror as if she was looking right at Van Buren.
"... 2202, if you are not going to cooperate, then you will be putting us in quite a ditch."
She remained silent.
"Fine. 2202, if you do not comply, I will be forced to upgrade your threat level from Euclid to Keter. This means that the foundation will put you on a list for our most dangerous subjects detained in our facilities. The foundation will put its own time and effort into destroying you by any way possible."
"Doctor..."
"I'm sure a death behind the Ward B building by a firing squad would put a stop to you-"
"Okay!" she blurted out like an annoyed 10 year old.
Van Buren took a step back from the window and smiled. "I've got her now," he thought to himself.
*
Twilight knew she had to get back on communication with the Princess some how. The disturbance of Dr. Richards death halted Twilight's dimensional rift spell and it shut on its own. The Princess must be so worried, she was sure they had assumed something terrible had happened to her and they would be trying to find a way to get her back as soon as possible.
Or at least she hoped.
Van Buren's voice coming from the intercom in the concrete room echoed in her ears. Whatever game this sociopath was playing, she had to play it as well. This was his turf, his playground. If she was going to get out of here alive, all she could do was think and wait.
She agreed with what Van Buren was proposing to ensure her death wouldn't meet her unexpectedly. She knew she was already a Euclid class being from previous conversations with Dr. Richards... Oh, Dr. Richards...
Dr. Richards is dead. Her only friend in this nightmare. How had she gotten caught in the first place, she can't even remember. All this time, waiting in a cell to return back home to her treehouse and to Spike. It was very unexpected, indeed.
Twilight listened to the stern voice on the inter come for some time, Van Buren explained to her what the future holds regarding their "partnership" as he called it. The only door in the room unlocked and three guards came in, rifles drawn on her. The shackled her legs together, put a muzzle of her snout, and pushed her out of the room and down the hall.
Van Buren was waiting in the next room, accompanied by bodyguards. They sat her down in front of him, across from a table similar to the one in the concrete room. He pulled a syringe out of his lab coat pocket and put it in front of her.
"This will make you sleep, 2202."
She didn't want to make eye contact with that man and brought her gaze to the tiny needle.
"Soon, you will be unconscious and we can start the program. You will be helping humankind, 2202. You should be proud of yourself."
"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" she retorted.
Van Buren laughed off what she said, "No, you really don't. 2202, we are not trying to kill you. You invaded our 'dimension' without warning. We captured you in '95 and you've been nothing but a burden to us over the last few months. It's a new year, a new day, a new beginning for the both of us," he said.
"Cut the act, Doctor."
"Very well."
Van Buren signaled the guards to hold Twilight down, grab the needle, and inject it into her. She felt hazy, her eyes became heavy. Then last thing she saw was Van Buren's face, still plastered with a sinister smile.
