Dark slowly opens one of his eye's,listening to the sound of Copy Cat's voice. That soft,small voice that stood up for him. Even as a stallion he still appreciated help and ponies who stood up for him.
'Dark,Dark wake up. Come on..' Copy said into the microphone on the glass,he turned a switch and then spoke into it again 'DARK' He said,his voice coming out of the speakers as if Dark's ear was on a full-blast concert speaker.
'HOLYSHIT' Dark yelled. He fell on the ground,half because Copy Cat's voice made him jump and half because it was so loud it shook the entire room.
Copy made haste to turn it down 'Sorry...' Copy said quietly,looking at the control's.
'Never-NEVER..Do that again.' Dark Fight said,sitting back up on the uncomfortable white bed in the white room. 'What's with all this...White...' Dark remarked,looking around. 'Even the camera's are white!' He said,still looking around.
'They wanted to blind you.' Copy said,laughing and saying it sympathetically at the same time.
'Stop being so damn nice.' Dark say's. Walking around the room,touching every wall. He wanted Copy to be nice to him,he just couldn't bear the image of someone being sympathetic to him right now. Not anyone-That was an over statement. Everyone wasn't injecting him with Darkness. Just Copy Cat,Grease Boil and the other's on their squad. He remember'd it like he didn't even go to sleep...You know how you forget the last five minute's if you go to sleep or black out? Well he didn't. He will NEVER forget those words of truth,kindness and hell. 'I wish i could have done something' Simple words,whispered into a dead colts ears. But some how they weren't simple.
'I can't,Sir,i'm just like this. Ever since i joined the army i've been like this.'
'Army?'
'Yes,Sir,army.'
Dark looks at him,speechless. 'This is the ARMY'S business? Not some mad scientists idea of fun?'
Copy Cat nods and backs away from the microphone. He pushed a lever down on the wall next to the door and the doors slid open. The cold white walls. 'I wish i could have done something to stop it,Dark. But Grease had his mind set on doing this,so i couldn't.'
'I wish you wouldn't say that.' Dark replies. Sitting back down on the white bed.
Copy slowly walks out of the room and wave;s before he closes the door and leave's.
'Look what you've done now,Dark Fight. Your only source of compassion has run off and now you're left with what..With this disease of the mind. You just...UGH i can't even-I HATE YOU!' He kicks the air,moving himself so his legs were dangling off the bed. He slowly slid down and lay there,motionless for a second.
'I hate you to.' A voice replies,not the one that belongs to Grease though. Grease is the only one who would say that..
Dark look's around. Nobody,not even in the control room
'You're trying to find me? I'm in your head,idiot. Simply recognize the echoing of an empty mind.' The voice say's,Dark jumps up.
'Y-You're me?!' Dark say's,looking around. Still,no one. Suddenly he jumps again,but out of fear,this time.An image appear'd in his mind. A bloody him,an insane looking,darker colored,red/black eyed bloody him. 'You're not me. Thats not me! DEAR CELESTIA THATS NOT ME!' Dark yell's,eye's open wide and laying down on the floor,curled in a ball,only to uncoil at the sound of Grease's voice.
'Dark? Are you alright in there?' Grease say's,opening to door and looking at him.
'I-No. I-But...' Dark stutter's and jerks around occasionally. 'I can't possibly be like that. I'm not a monster. That isn't me. I'm a mech-But i have a heart and feelings. THAT ISN'T ME!' Dark yell's,punching Grease strait in the face.
'Dark-Listen to me,anything you're seeing,anything you're thinking it's fake. Believe me. IT'S FAKE.' Grease say's.
Dark's insane,distorted face turned into a grin. 'Grease...Finally,we meet. My name's Dead Weight,if you were wondering. I came with Dark's package,just i was the little thing that got lost but it's VITALLY IMPORTANT. And you finally found me. Thank you,thank you for inserting Indigo into my system and finding me. I'm happy that you have.' Dark stands and paces around Grease.
'Whats Indigo?' Grease ask's quietly and nervously.
'Indigo..? The thing you call 'Darkness' Is actually called 'Indigo'.I studied it,it's in my databanks. In the far back,the...The place you would call the place with 'Suppressed memories'...I'd think you'd have figured that out.' Dead replies. Stopping and facing the door.
'You go out that door and your memories are erased. You will remember me and Copy Cat but thats all. Nothing else. You'll have a different life. We'll be...Old friends...Actually,you won't know how you know us. You just will. Dead Weight will be superior,and Dark will be suppressed.'
'Then be happy i have no intention of stepping out that door any time soon.' Dead replies.

Author's Note

WOAH.
THREE.
CHAPTERS.
Even though the first one was a prologue.
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