Melody of Dismemberment

Octavia Couldn't move anything but her eyes, but she could feel what was happening. She could feel small cuts in her limbs. She looked to her right. There laid Scootaloo. She was crying. Her underside was pinned open. It was as if she was being Dissected. She couldn't bear to look any longer. She looked to her right. There laid Bold Tyranny. He was able to move his neck, unlike Octavia and Scootaoo. Bold looked to his right. His face. Half of his fur and skin had been removed from his face. e was bleeding. and from the little skin Octavia could see between the muscle and fur was pale. too pale to be natural. She couldn't bear to see her friends tortured. she was even more fearful to see her own torture. She realized she couldn't feel any pain in her lower left leg. she looked at it. just a glimpse was too much. She had no skin there. She looked to the right once more. She got a better look at the autopsy of Scootaloo. The only organs remaining in her were her lungs and heart. Only those needed to temporarily keep her alive. She was incredibly pale. She was beyond close to death. they all were.

She could feel something. She could feel her left hind leg. But all it could feel was the cold tile floor of the lab and pain. She had no control of the eyes she was seeing through. But it looked towards her leg. It was her fur, skin, and cutie mark. But not her leg. That explained the pain. Her skin wasn't enough for this leg. Scootaloo could feel her organs, stretched to fit in where they should. It was beyond painful. she couldn't feel her eating, but she could feel the food touching the torn digestive organs. Bold could see, but couldn't control his eyes. they were too large for his sockets. Any movement of them would tear them.

A mirror was placed in the front of the united trio. It was a monstrous lab creation. Torn pink flesh of the left hemisphere of body was sewn to a two-toned blue head above the jaw and a white right hemisphere. a silver horn was sewn to the skull and orange wings were sewn to the grotesque, two-toned pink and white body. A rainbow mishmash of everypony's tails and manes. Everypony felt their body parts. Everypony felt the pain. A complete brain made of the portions of everypony's. Many souls shared one body. It was torture. A loudspeaker was heard being brought to life. The raspy voice of the infamous Spitfire could be heard. She lead the Wonderbolt Rebellion. The reason Celestia was imprisoned and Cadence, Twilight, and Luna were sentenced to death by Banishment to the sun.

"Good morning, Princess Patchwork Speckle. I hope you're ready to rule your new kingdom. You have a lot of work to do."

Patchwork Speckle could only cry. She cried as the loudspeaker died. The room was silent except for the sobs of Patchwork. She tried to take a step forward. There was a loud tear. Then a scream.