Diary of an Inventor

The darkness is all around Twilight, the lamp lights a small area around her. Nothing is heard except her footsteps and breathing. Earlier the steps she had walked down led to a hallway that continued for quite some while until it opened up to a large room. There was a bloody table in the center of the room and a cart that held tools on it was next to the table. A lamp was flickering above the table that lit up the table and cast a small amount of it on the walls. The stone floor had a bloody trail that led from the table to a door that was on the right side of Twilight. She examined the tools and the table where she found an old note laying underneath a scalpel. Twilight picked it up and read the note, but some of it was covered by blood, blocking some of the note's contents:

The subject had survived the surgery, but he is in extreme pain due to the loss of his ---------------- and replacement  of his ----------------. Now there is a -----------------that keeps him alive. Since he lost his -----------, we won't have to worry about him dying during one of our experiments anymore. I will just have ------- take him into the holding cells until we get around to said experiments.

Twilight looked away from the bloodied note and towards the door that the bloody trail led to. She walked to the door and cautiously opened it. The hallway was lit up with lamps that hung from the walls, it had multiple doors on each side of it. As soon as she stepped into the room, the door shut behind her and a locking noise was heard. She stood in the hallway as the lights slowly went out until she was plunged into darkness. Now she walks down the silent hallway, hoping to be able to escape from the dark. Twilight stops in the middle of the hallway, listening for something. She turns around and sees at the beginning of the hallway that one of the doors on the side of the hallway had opened.

"Someone there?" A male's voice came from the door that had opened.

Twilight froze, her heart instantly stopped. She stood in the silence waiting for something else to happen. Moments became minutes, time passed by slowly as she waited in the darkness. Twilight finally gathered up the courage to answer the voice's question.

"He-Hello? I'm Twi-Twilight Sparkle, who are you?" Twilight responded, her heart beating.

"I... don't know..." The voice said. Metal scraping across stone was suddenly heard from behind the door. A grotesque creation walked into view, it was half-human and half-metal. Its right leg was replaced with a thick metal cone. Its arms had been replaced with large rectangular blades. His head had been mixed with metal, his left eye bear lenses that moved back and forth constantly. "You're not one of us... We must help you.... shed that old frail body...... and become one of us..." It walked slowly towards her, its cone foot dragging along the stone floor.

"No..." Twilight managed to mutter, her heart beating faster.

"Come.... we shall help you." It began to walk faster.

Twilight's lamp suddenly went out, leaving her in the darkness. She heard the incoming danger and began to run away towards the end of the hallway. The door on the other end of the hallway opened, light pouring out of it. Twilight is in a full sprint trying to make it to the door. She can hear the creature right behind her, its foot dragging across the floor. She enters the room and turns around, slamming the door as the creature nearly makes it into the room. She lays against the door breathing hard, she closed her eyes to try and think about what she had seen. What was that thing? Twilight thought to herself. She got up and looked around the room to soak in her surroundings.  In the center of the room was another table, but this time it was clean with no traces of blood on it. There was a large hammer on a cart nearby that was stained with blood. On the walls hung pieces of metal and gears lay strewn across the floor. What is this place? Twilight thought to herself. She went over to one of the tables that was against the wall and found a notebook on it. She set the lamp to the side and opened the book.

We have created another failed creation. His model number is CL34V3R or just Cleaver for short. He was meant to be a butcher to replace some labor but instead we created a psychopathic creature. We were forced to lock him up deeper in the mansion to keep him from escaping. Cleaver's brother, Eric, came by yesterday to ask if we had seen him. We told him we haven't and invited him inside. Benjamin had kept him distracted while I came up from behind with a club. The same procedures were used on him and the same experiments were done to him as usual, now he is just our "collector" for other humans. Too bad he brings them back to us dead and with a missing body part, but we can pull them back into the world of the living easily.

The entry in the notebook was dated over a few years ago, but it seems to have not been affected by time at all. Twilight was about to read another entry when she heard the door creaking. She closed the book, grabbed her lamp, and got underneath the table. The same grotesque monstrosity walked into the room, stopped, and looked around, its lenses still moving back and forth. It walked around the room while dragging its foot around. It stopped a few feet from where Twilight was laying, she clearly saw stitches on its left leg and the large bolts that kept the cone on its right leg. She saw the blades that were stained with blood from where she was laying, in fact, she thought she smelled fresh blood on it. Had it killed someone else earlier? There are so many questions but no answers to any of them... Twilight thought to herself, her heart beating so much she thought it might hear it. The creature began moving again, this time away from Twilight and towards the door from where it came from. As it went back into the darkness, Twilight looked for an escape.

She saw a vent that was open above some bookshelves in the corner of the room. Maybe I can reach it quickly enough without that... thing... noticing me. Twilight got out from underneath the table and quietly crawled towards the vent. When she was near the bookshelves, she got up and began to climb them when she knocked out a book. It fell and hit the floor, loudly. Within seconds the creature was running full speed towards her with its right blade held above its head. Twilight screamed and climbed on top of the shelves and into the vent before she heard the blade strike, missing her completely. It had broken the shelf in half with the creature staring straight at her. "Come back to me... I only want to help you..." It said, trying to lure her down.

"No.. I am going to get out of here... Alive!" Twilight responded, crawling away from the creature.

She heard it let out blood-curdling a scream as she left it. The vent went on for quite a while until she came to a fork where she decided to take the left direction, thinking it might lead her towards the exit. It began to slope upwards and took a sharp right when it straightened out. This must be apart of an underground complex of some sort. Twilight was thinking to herself about the possibilities of the idea when she noticed another bright light. She began to crawl a bit faster towards the light, hoping that it would lead her to safety, or better yet, answers to this insanity.