"I'm surprised this world hasn't been destroyed yet.."

I'm as fascinated as you are, Anderson.

"Shut up, I'm not going to talk to you for awhile for what you did."

Fine by me.

"Twilight?"

"Yes, Anderson?"

"Do you have anything that I'm able to do? Any work? To get my mind off things?"

"Actually.. Yeah. Maybe Rarity has something for you to do!"

"Rarity. What a peculiar name.." Anderson said to himself.

"She's down the path, take a left, and you should see a bright shiny building. That's the one that you should be looking for. Enter in, and tell her that you were sent by me."

"Alright." Anderson headed for the door, ready for a huge amount of stares to appear.

"WAIT!"

"Yeah?" Anderson turned around.

"What am I going to do with.. 'It'?"

"Nothing. He's sleeping. He won't bother you. Bye!" Anderson opened the door and headed out.

S.C.P Foundation [REDACTED]

9/6/12

We've issued several breaches today. Several S.C.P foundations are getting breached. We've set off the nukes, which helped the situation. Thing is, how could there be this many breaches all in one day?

Atleast Foundation [REDACTED] is alright. We couldn't afford to have that one breached. That's why it has the utmost security protocols. We couldn't let S.C.P 001 Get out either.

I've been looking through these logs for the past few days, looking at the Data Reports, Research Reports, and even M.T.F Reports. It's interesting. I had to write something down in here. I just had to. I can't keep this all in my head. It's to much.

We've been getting lots and lots of information on the infamous 'Insurgency'or, Further known as the new name 'Chaos Insurgency'.. They're trying to attack us, trying to release these S.C.P's. But my question is, what are they doing wrong? From what I've gathered, they want us to face the fears. They want the public to see the bad side of the world and see, well, that its not at all that bad. I understand this, but, why are we fighting against them?

All we have to do is tell the public, and keep the S.C.P's in containment. It won't do anything but warn the public about these creatures. What's so bad about the information of these creatures getting out?

Well, that's it for today I guess. This was a short log, but I needed to write something down real quick. They're calling in all personnel to do breach checkings to make sure the facility is safe. Especially since the recent outbreaks of other facilities, they're just being safe as usual. Better safe then sorry.

And you know how it goes.

Creating Logic, Out of Illogic.

Anderson stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Ponies from all around looked and stared. Some just didn't even notice. Anderson followed down the path, going with Twilight's instructions on how to get to the Boutique. He took a left, and low and behold, the boutique was just a bit ways.

Anderson followed down the path. 001 Has been silent for awhile. After Anderson told him to be Quiet, he followed orders.

Anderson saw the boutique. He opened the doors, expecting people to be inside. Surprisingly, no one. A quiet room. Shining tiles and dresses on Pony like Mannequins filled the room.

"Hello?"

"Who is it?" Anderson heard Rarity's voice.

"It's me, Anderson. I wanted to ask if you had anything I was able to, do?" He heard some laughing coming from Rarity. He followed her voice into a room where she was making a blue, silk dress.

"Well, do you know how to make a dress?"

"No."

"Then I simply do not need you."

"W-Wow." Anderson growled a little bit. He was angry about how rude she was without even realizing it.

"Fine.. Bye!" He'd walk towards the door.

"Perhaps there is one thing that you could do for me." Anderson stopped in his tracks.

"Are you able to replace Tile? I need a whole room re-made. Think you can do that?" She said, as if she was asking if I was able to handle such a small task.

"I'll do the best I can." He'd say, walking past her to the room she had pointed at. He entered inside the room. It was, brown. The tiles removed, some light, and lots and lots of plastic furnishing.

"Uuughhhh... Maybe I shouldn't have asked for work."

Or, Perhaps you should've re-thought your actions on asking ME for a favor..

"Shutup." Anderson said aloud.

"What did you just say?" Rarity asked him, a bit of anger in her voice and surprise.

"I wasn't talking to you, sorry."

"It's alright. You get off THIS time." She smiled a bit, while walking to the other room to finish her dress that she was previously making.

Author's Note

Another short one. I'm going to Re-DO this one after awhile. I rushed this one out as the same thing for the last chapter.
I am sick, and I do not feel well.
My stomach hurts, My head hurts,
Everything hurts.
Anyway, hope you like it.
Ciao!