Typical rainy day in Ponyville. Rainbow Dash just placed the rain clouds imported from Cloudsdale. Few travelers moving through so Twilight decides to close up the library early. She places the key into the lock and just as she begins to turn the key, she hears a knock on the door. Twilight jumps in surprise and throws the key across the floor, sliding underneath a bookshelf. Twilight calms down and opens the door to an abnormal robotic pony twitching at random moments. The pony’s coat is a faded soaked white along with a multi-green colored mane and tail starting with lime green and getting lighter. His horn is half exposed, wires and purple static are seen from the exposed horn. His left eye is exposed to wire such as his horn, two hind legs, and left front leg. A grey computer chip with the words CPU is shown to be his cutie mark.
“Um, how may I help you today”, Twilight asks curiously. The twitching pony pauses and barely mutters out a phrase. Twilight didn’t understand a single word.
“Excuse me? I couldn’t quite understand what you said.” The pony twitches and responds with,” Rain… not good…” The pony’s voice is ragged and has the obvious robotic tone and vocal pronunciation.
Twilight nods. She opens the door wider and gestures for the pony to enter her home and library. The pony hesitates but slowly enters. He looks around and then looks back towards Twilight. “Why are you moving so slow?”, Twilight asks curiously.
“Rain and… wires don’t mix…” He twitches and looks around at the library again. “Do you have, outlets?” Twilight nods, speechless to the robot before her. She points towards the power outlet beside the door. “Is it okay if, I stay here for the, night?”
Twilight nods,” Of course! Please, make yourself at home!” The pony stuttered over towards the outlet and plugs in a cord he has been holding around the back of his neck. He presses on a hatch between the back of his neck and his head, it opens and he plugs the cord into his plug-in and plugs the other side of the cord into the outlet. His left eye glows a few moments later after the charging sequence commenced. He then lies down, but before doing so, levitates the key Twilight tossed to her. Twilight smiles and blushes knowing she got startled by a knocking door.
Morning approaches as Celestia raises the sun and Luna sets the moon. Spike yawns upon his awakening and proceeds with his morning duties. “Alright, shelve the books, sweep the floor, and make some hot chocolate”, he says with a scratch on his back. He walks down the stairs and looks in awe as all his primary duties have already been accomplished. “W-what..?”
Twilight steps in behind Spike, smell of freshly brewed coffee emitting from her breathe,” Huh, that pony must have did your chores for you. What a nice thing for him to do.” She looks around for the kind pony,” Where is he though?”
Spike notices the faint light emitting from the door to the other library room. “I think he’s in there Twilight”, he says pointing at the lit up door. Spike and Twilight approach the door and hear what sounds like an old movie projector. Spike opens the door and leans in to see what is making the noise. He sees the cyber pony next to a projector connected to the left side of his forehead. Spike gets a chill down his spine seeing the cord in his head.
The projector is displaying, in realistic quality, a hallway with doors on the sides, ponies in lab coats, and the occasional letters of “SCP” and some strange symbol. Down the hall are a set of doors with the words “Cybernetic Tests” above it. Two armored ponies guard the doors but allow the ‘viewer’ and the two ponies in lab coats access into the room. They enter and set the ‘viewer’ on a metal slab with strapped bindings on all four corners. One pony approaches and straps the ‘viewer’ on the slab, unable to move. The ‘viewer’ looks around to find out what in the hell is going on. The room is nearly pitch black due to the insanely bright light above the ‘viewer’. Though, chains with hooks are seen waving in the distance on occasion.
A pony approaches the slab and reads off a paper,” TS-1245 is ready for the approved testing, by Mr. (video statics and the name becomes unaudioable). This specific testing shall involve removing all bodily functions and replacing them with cybernetic implants. We’ve already tempered with his brain so now he is half cyborg mentally. His procedure will begin once the cybernetic legs and eyes are ready.” The pony moves into the eternal darkness laid out before the ‘viewer’ in a 5 foot circle of light. Two minutes pass of just looking around the room before finally receiving a shot of adrenaline and two shots of some other compound that made the ‘viewer’ violent and freak out. Three scientists approach the slab, one
with a clean, newly trimmed electric saw, one with a rolled out piece of cloth with needles, knives, and steel priors. The last one with a large metal table with four cybernetic legs, two cybernetic eyes, and cybernetic organs covered in a strange slime. The loud noise of the saw spinning rings throughout the audio making everything else unaudioable except for the ear screeching pain of a pony screaming in unbearable pain. Five minutes pass of blood churning surgery that could make even the most experienced of doctors vomit on sight. The pony’s hind legs and front left leg are by now replaced by cybernetic legs, yet still exposing the inside wires and leaked blood. The pony’s left eye has already been brutally ripped and torn out of its socket and replaced with a mechanical system aware E.Y.E. scanner. The three scientists set down all of their equipment and enter the darkness. A door opens in the distance and everyone in the room leaves for their break. The doors shut, leaving the brightness from the halls behind those collapsed hinges. The ‘viewer’ looks around for a few seconds before looking forward towards a strange faint outlined figure.
The figure takes a step forward, revealing his white coat and dual-red colored mane. His dark red eyes make the vision blurred. “You’re in quite the situation dear friend. And I’m not talking about the surgical predicament you’ve gotten yourself into.” He approaches, the vision getting blurred and blurrier as he gets closer. “You know, I myself have been in numerous situations such as the one you’re in right now. Though most, heh if not all, have ended up in the loss of multiple lives of the corrupted souls of economics and greed. But, I figured you were a different case. You are special, now and before. And because of your special case, I am going to give you two choices that you are going to have to think very hard about. The first choice is a painful one; you stay here and suffer upon the pain of sorrow and corrupt power of the retched minds of insanity. The second choice is simple, even your old mind could figure it out. You can take my assistance and leave this wormhole of insanity and death, while also giving me a 24 hour access to your personnel for participation in one of my deeds. All you need to do in order to choose your choice is either look towards the shut doors of a cyborg life without choice, or look at me for the life of opportunities. You may proceed.”
The ‘viewer’ looks directly towards the light hanging from the ceiling and slowly turns the view towards the white coated pony. “Very good choice indeed. Now then, let us warp out of this place. I have about had enough of the smell of decomposing flesh and body odor. Not mentioning you.” His horn begins to glow a bright, yet dark, red and few seconds later the magic surrounds them and the vision shines white. Moments later the vision returns and they’re on a road with a sign that says “Welcome to Ponyville”. The unicorn points his hoof down the path of the road. “Down the path lead before you is a small village where as of now you will start your new life. I’d suggest going to the library. There’s a nice lady there that might let you stay the night. Also, since you like books, yes I know, you can probably get a job there to earn some income in order to buy yourself some upgrades.” He looks at the ‘viewer’s’ feet. “They never did finish covering neither of legs nor eye. All the wiring and framing are exposed, will not be good with the rain that is going to be placed in a few moments, so you should better hurry off towards the library. If I remember correctly, her name is Twilight Sparkle.” The ‘viewer’ looks at the unicorn, then towards the village, then back at the unicorn but this time he has randomly vanished. The ‘viewer’ then walks down the path for a dull 5 minutes before approaching Twilight’s library and figuring out that the vision is from the pony the night before, if not figured out by now.
The pony unplugs the projector and looks back towards Twilight and Spike. They look ill faced after witnessing his horrifying story. He looks back towards his only real, living hoof. Twilight Sparkle approaches the pony and speaks next to him, “You can stay here and work with Spike and me until you finish your upgrades. There is a bedroom next to the doorway to this room. You can sleep in there for the time being.” The pony nods and smiles at Twilight. “Thank you”, he says getting up to hug her. Twilight blushes and returns the hug.
