Chapter_01: Home_Sweet_Prision

Chapter_01: Home_sweet_Prison

11/10/2174, 11:57 AM, Room RB12, Floor B2, Pegasi Tower A, EQ

I listen to the beautiful, yet hostile noise of an angry somepony violently banging on my door.

“You. Bucking. Lazy. BUTTHEAD!”, A voice shouts over the banging. “You are to come out here right NOW!”

And that’s pretty much how I start off every day of my life: The pissed-off stallion comes down to my room and acts as my alarm clock. Wonderful.

I finally get out of my bed, walk to the door, and press the door open with my wing. Then I see Lt. Greystone, a lean, darkish blue-grey, coal-maned pegasus in a Pegasi Inc. uniform, glaring right in my face.

“Mornin’ Grey,” I yawn. “Y’know, I always wondered why you’re always so-”

“I don’t give a buck,” The stallion spat. “You’re late for training-AGAIN!”

He pulls me out of my room, to the elevator, where he dropped me and threatened me to shut up or “I’ll show you what it means to be an elite member,” then dragged me down the hall, toward the courtyard (Of course), where the other ponies were starting the day practicing imitating that “Number-less doppelgangers” that we never get a chance to see. Like we need to impersonate a pony we’ll never see in our lives. In fact, I’ve only seen one “numberless” pony; that’s the boss of the place, Mafia.

12:15 PM, Hall to Courtyard, Floor 01, Main Building of Scientific Div, EQ

Greystone and I near the courtyard, I’m expecting him to let me go so I can train freely, but he shoves me right past the door.

“Wh-wha?”, I splutter, surprised. “Where are you taking me now?”

“Don’t ask,” He grumbles. “You know what I’m doing.”

That’s when I realize, A trip to Mafia, again.

12:20 PM, M’s Office, MBSD, EQ

We arrive to the Owner’s office (Otherwise known as the Master’s Office) and Grey shoves me through the doors, and I see Mafia, a sand-colored, (very) dirty blonde-maned mare reclining in her office chair.

“Greetings, Greystone,” She spoke at once with her silky voice. She cast a glare at me when she mentioned my name. “What brings you here to my office today?”

That’s when Grey suddenly leaves me to whisper something in her ear, then leaves.

Mafia’s face is unchanging with that warm, kind smile, her eyes mysteriously unreadable.

“Another behavioral problem, RB12 - ?”

“Rather be called ‘Rainer,’ if you don’t mind.”, I interrupted.

“Yes. Rainer. As I was saying, another behavioral issue, or perhaps as Lieutenant Greystone says, ‘screw something up again?’”

I’m crossing my hooves, looking elsewhere. “Dealer’s choice.”

She galred at me, and her usual calm mood disappeared.

“I should’ve known,” She put her hoof up to her forehead in mock sorrow. “Nonetheless, as naughty and immature as you are, I’ll have to put you on house arrest for a few days.”

“I don’t have a house,” I cleverly respond.

“I know you don’t have a house, Rainer!”, She spat. “It’s just -”

She stopped mid-sentence, closed her eyes, and took a few breaths. Then she looks up, her eyes flared with fury. She chokes me with her magic, and brings me over to her face.

“You just blew my last fuse, did you know that, Rainer?”, Her voice shook with rage as she muttered in my face.

I couldn’t get enough air to talk; I had to nod yes. She cackled.

“Good, because nopony likes it when they see me angry. Lucky for you, I only assign you a month locked in your room! Isn’t that great???”

She didn’t wait for my answer.

“Good, because you’re going to LOVE it there!”, She laughed crazily again, throwing me to the doors.

Crud, I thought, Looks like I’ll hit the door before I go back.

At the same time, I spot a blonde-maned, orange-yellow pony peeking through the windows behind Mafia, who was beckoning me away with a hoof.

And the strangest thing is, she hasn’t got a number.

Then I’m back where I started. And I’m locked in.

12:46 PM, Room RB12 (Under Lockdown), Pegasi Tower A, EQ

“Well,” I cursed under my breath. “I’ve really done it now. Locked in my room, no fresh air, not much space to walk around…Dammit.”

I boot up my computer. No new messages.

I pull up the video chat app, and tap the display a few times. Note there’s no mouse or touchpad.

Whooves37 appeared on my screen.

“Hallo, Rainer! Anything new?”, He greets me cheerfully.

“Not much, man,” I grumble. “ Just pissed Mafia off just because I started smart-talking her…”

“Not much luck there, eh?”

“Nope.”

He sighs.

“What are you going to do now?”, He prompted. “It’s not like you can just sit there, bonk your bloody head on the wall, holler ‘I’m so stupid, blimey!’ and such, and expect to be forgiven!”

“Yea, I know, I’m not retarded, unlike most of the other clones in this bucking facility!”, My voice rose.

He winced.

“Alright, alright! I get it!”

“Sorry.”

He shrugged.

“It’s fine, Rainer. It’s just that I don’t have any idea on how to get you out of this predicament.”

“Ok, then. Bye.”

“See ya.”

He disappeared from the monitor, which instead read “Whos37 has ended the call.”

I turned off the computer and take refuge in the bathroom.

“This is hopeless!”, I angrily yell out to my reflection on the mirror. I didn’t care. I punched and kicked the titanium-plated wall until my hooves hurt. Then I decided to take a rest on the floor.

May King Goldenstorm damn Mafia for the rest of her days.