Disavowed

Strange Anatomy

You can feel the room spinning, or at least your head. Finally coming back to consciousnesses, you begin to hear mumbling.

"Darn piece of worthless incapable machine!" A hard metallic *clank* echoed around the room, sending vibrations down your spine. "Aha! I bucking got it!"

You finally open your eyes, and look around the room. It was made of concrete block, and the floor was steel grating. The straps around your body are pulling tight on you, holding all four hooves to the metallic sheet in which you lay. "Wonderful," you mutter.

"Ah, so you're finally awake, huh? That's perfect! Let us start this dissection!"

Your voice is scratchy, must have been out for a while. Especially with the painful throb on your head. "What do you mean dissection?"

"Ah, so you are the kind of pony that likes to become friends before suffering? Well, I will be your friend. So wonderful that you are awake, too!" The other pony approaches you, looking like a stereotypical scientist. A white lab coat, unshaven white beard, and the eyes of some pony like Ditzy Doo. Very uncouth, something Rarity would disgust if she was here.

"I can beg to differ. If I'm going to be my killers friend, then I need to know what he plans on using to torture me." Start with simple conversation, you think, patching together a plan piece by piece. Wait until he finishes his plans, I will rip these cloth straps from the board, then find a way to save Carrot. Simplicity at it's best, since the doctor in front of you seemed to use weak cloth to tie you down.

"First, I plan on cutting you limb from limb, replacing each one with a robotic limb. Following that, I will replace your eyes with pinpoint technology. Your brain will no longer be used as it will be replaced with a brilliant artificial intelligence."

Your chance arrived. In the need of escape, anything can be possible. Why not pull the stakes from your body and take this freak down? For one, you're currently held down by cloth. Two, two is the fact that now you are interested. What if? What if you could just allow this freak to change just one of your limbs? You decide to ask if you could choose the first one. "So you plan on changing my appearance, my body, and my mind? I have a better question yet, can I choose the first leg?"

"Choose the first leg you say? Well why not?! I can allow that! As for your mind, it will be the same soul, just lost memories."

"I've already lost enough memory as it is, just start with my front left leg*." You quickly adjust your leg to prove it is your choice.

"You know what, let us make this happen with less pain, I feel generous." With that said, the scientist jumped at you, placing his hoof against your head with a thud.

-

The feeling of a huge pressure engulfs your entire body. It slowly inches its way around your body until finally ending in your left front leg. A fiery pain climbs the entire appendage ending at the hip. The pain causes your eyes to snap open, the sight of a blurry room become quite repetitive. A few blinks later, cleared vision, and a look around, you find the room to be the same one from before. The only thing, or things missing are the doctor, and your left leg.

After further analysis, you find the leg has been fully replaced by an all metallic prosthetic. Further study shows it has the same uses as your original leg, but without the color. Your once atmospheric blue is now a sharp reflective chrome.

A smile eases it's way across your face, as with almost no thought, it moves. The smile increases. With ease the limb breaks free of the strap, and reaches across to hit the release button. What a stupid design.

You look about the room, thinking of a what to do to finally get out of this room. On the wall there is an eye scanner, which most likely requires the subject to be alive. "I might need to do some interrogating first, find out why I'm in this room and not being executed by Chrysalis. There is only one way to find out." You slowly move about the room, ready for the scientist to return.

Lowering your front half, you get ready to pounce. The door swings open and you rear back, allowing your back legs to crouch down further. In a spring like motion, your body launches through the air, landing on the imposter. To your luck, it's who you wanted. You speak in a hissing tone, "Why am I in here, and not being executed?!"

The scientist just stares, eyes wide feeding a look of "what just happened". "I b-bought you.."

"From?"

"Chrysalis! She promised not to drain my body of love as long as I destroyed you! How did you escape?"

You point to the metal table, specifically at the not-so-hidden button. "Now that I have you pinned, where are the others? Where are Carrot, Bee, Twilight, and Dash?"

He answers, but it sounds pained. "They-they are at the-them changeling prison!"

You place your organic hoof across his face, pushing harder and harder. "How do I get there, and what cell?!"

"I-I can give you directions! I can even give you the info needed to break in! You just have to promise one thing."

A promise to the pony that just changed your well being? This will be fun. "Fine, what is it?"

"You must kill Chrysalis, and release me from this all. If you hold that promise, I won't disable your leg at the click of a button."

"I see. I will hold your promise, as long as you show me what all this thing can do," you say, while moving your new leg in front of the scientist. "And are able to get me into the prison." After releasing pressure on his face, you step back allowing him up.

After a few seconds of deep breathing, the scientist looks you in the eye. "I will explain your abilities now, so you can be on your way. The names Strings, by the way."

You slightly laugh. "Strings huh? Well, my name is Mythic, but I'm sure you knew that."

"Yes, well, lets get started. First off, your leg will never need a lubricant. The ability to move it will get easier the more you try, and it can hold you steady. The strength of the leg is three times that of your old one." He stops, admiring his work. "Here is the coolest part, you have three tools implemented into the leg."

You become slightly confused. "Three tools?"

"Hold the questions, I will explain first. The first tool, is a very sharp knife. It's like a shortened version of a Katana blade. Next is the torch. It does require a fill up, but from a fuel cell. It can get hot enough to cut through three inches of steel. The last tool, is the sonic wave emitter. It allows you to stomp your hoof, causing a sound ripple that can send anyone flying."

"Do I need training for this all, does it all work through thought?"

Strings places a hoof on your shoulder. "Thought, as that is the only way a muscle works. Now that we have this all explained, let me give you a few pieces of equipment to get you on your way." He hoofs over a dark sneaking coat, a few fuel cells, saddle bags, and what looks to be a headset. The last object is a map to the prison.

"This is everything you will need. I will keep in touch through the headset if you need something. Now hurry, they will need you."

Strings pushes you out of the door, and into the streets of night. A few post lamps are lit, but are ordinary firefly lights. The pain in your leg finally eases away, and you push towards the prison. A question rattles through your head. Why is he helping me?