Awoken (atmosphere)

Chapter Two

I man these wretched machines, Day in, Day out

The grinding wears on my brain, Undermining my sanity

Making me question my reality, but life is not as it seems

Should I take a chance at freedom and throw it all down the drain

I’ve been imprisoned, Please burn my transgressions away

Dr. Atmosphere had seen all that. Now he was broken-hearted… even more so than when Rainbow Dash had killed a pony she thought of as a member of her own family. He watched the wings of the two pegasi get broken, and tied. After a little time had passed, he walked out of the room.

The sound of the gears working pounded his head. It caused him a headache. He stepped down the stairs of the over head platform that allowed one access to the upper areas above the device, and went to the ground of the floor, where the spectra pools were. He stepped into the elevator slowly, hoofstep by hoofstep.

As usual, the bottom-most floor, the snow factory, tempted him. Because he could walk out the door soon after, and forget all of this. Do anything he wanted. Yet for some reason, he couldn’t. It was like whatever deity existed wanted him to stay here and suffer this cruel fate for the rest of his old forsaken life. Well, that, and the cameras would catch him.

Instead, he selected the floor directly below him, where the holding cells were.

While he was in the elevator, he kept his look. He was going into the area the holding cells were in, where the resources were held. While they could probably hear him, it didn’t matter. He could speak to himself in there. Hide could let everything he needed out, so that he could keep up the psycho pony act.

He needed out though, out before he actually did become a psycho pony. Before something terrible happened. Before he goes completely insane like ol’ Contrail over there.

He stepped into the room, and walked down the hallway.

“Why, why do I have to do these things? Is there some kind of deadly evil at work here?”

Crestacio could hear him. He had woke up and almost immediately screamed, realizing his wings were broken. Despite his pain, he listened to the red Pegasus in the labcoat outside.

“I… just need out of this mess. I hate it here. Murdering somepony everyday isn’t what I had in mind for my life. I need to be let out…”

Crestacio muttered to himself softly.

“You and me both, brother.”

Blue could hear the oppositely-colored Pegasus outside of her door. She felt sympathy more for him than herself, knowing she was in a bad situation as is.

“Rainbows and bits, that’s all she cares about! She gets on to me for showing even the slightest conscience! Flocking Hell, what did I do to deserve this! I need to lay off the act… somehow… lay off the act…”

Blue looked down at her hooves with a frown, before her broken wings spasmed. This was once again a time she wished she could speak. Even if she had to stay in the cell for the rest of her life, she wanted to help that pony…

Hide walked into the elevator. Another hour of ranting to the already dead. He would be watching at least two of them, he knew. Three evolutions of the Pegasus device, three wastes of lives. Both on the corporation’s part and the murders.

He closed the elevator after two black suited ponies stepped out. He hit the button going up to the third floor.

Blue heard other hoofsteps. She wished she could speak once again, for the millionth time in a row. The guards opened up on the cells.

“Hey, what’re you--?! AUGH, watch it!”

She was surprised. It was Crestacio’s voice! They had come to take him to whatever blasted place they were going for!

She couldn’t help but do anything but listen to his screams down the hallway, before she heard the ding of the elevator.