Tonight is a drenched night. The Mane-iac is apprehended and is now currently getting transferred back to Tartarous Asylum, hopefully for good. Some won’t hope too much, too many times the Mane-iac escaped Tartarous security and cause chaos and destruction upon the city of Canterlot. This is the introduction to all of the chaos, not in Canterlot, but on Tartarous Island.
The rain poured the city and the thunder rolling continuously in the night sky. Mist and fog cloaked the entire city in a mysterious silhouette with the buildings’ lights shone brightly across the Saddle River. Lightning flashed in various locations at different times and different patterns. Ponies sheltered inside their homes, protected by the wrath of nature in a form of a storm. Unknowing to the sleeping ponies, sirens blared from the other side of Canterlot at City Hall. The Mayor was about to resign her term for a mayoral campaign but a certain criminal decided to end her life by the explosion of a bomb.
The criminal’s name is unknown. No origin, no name, no occupation, no family, nothing. She had no other alias; she’d just appear into Tartarous at the worst time. She is a violet coat human, with a tainted purple coat wearing a dark purple suit with a yellow collar and orange bow tie. Alongside, she had elongated hair, green in hue. The most terrifying and dangerous feature of the Mane-iac is her green eyes with red pupils.
The eye has six forms with fifteen different variations. When the eye is open, the pony is contented, surprised, appalled, or any other emotion that involves a form of shock or anxiety, positive or negative. When the eye closes, the pony is angry, depressed, envious, or any other emotion that involves a form of negative energy. Her eyes, those endless portals of madness and hatred and death and destruction: the green irises glow whenever in a dark silhouette and her red pupils beamed, giving the darkness an ominous and evil presence. Those eyes are blank, filled with nothing but pure hate and evil.
She’ll laugh at anything, from bad jokes to death of millions, even billions. She cares absolutely nothing to anypony whatsoever, she’ll lie like the Devil, she laughs like the sickest jester, and she kills like the lowest criminal. In my Rogue Gallery, a collection of weaponry or items and statues of my enemies, she is the Queen in my Gallery. She goes by the Clown Princess of Crime, The Comeback Queen, The Ace of Knaves, The White Duchess of Death, and the Harlequin of Hate.
Whenever she looks at you, you will be staring into those atrocious gateways; you will see every horrible crime she had ever committed throughout the past six years. Crime has never been this horrendous and elevated before. It’s a repeated cycle, she breaks out of Tartarous, creates havoc and decimation, She show up, stop her, and dropped her back to the institution. She goes by: The Mane-iac.
Tonight, Masked Matterhorn apprehended the Mane-iac from City Hall, sparing the Mayor’s life. What was strange that tonight the Mane-iac was a persistent, stubborn, chaotic, and evil individual who will never give up this war that is going on for six years right now. This night, she gave up, almost without a fight. No one knew why. As a vehicle drove through the city, a Royal Guard officer called her other companions about the capture.
"All units, head back to Canterlot Hall. Masked Matterhorn has apprehended the Mane-iac, Mane-iac is now en route to Tartarous Island."
The vehicle drove past several police officers and headed to the infamous Tartarous Asylum driving past the sign. “TARTAROUS: Hitchhikers may be escaping inmates.” As the vehicle continue to drive towards the massive asylum, the insane human random spouting and talking, either to herself or to Masked Matterhorn.
“Stand back, fool, I got a bomb! Oh, wait, ha!”
Ignoring the captive’s incessant noise, Masked Matterhorn arrived at the Tartarous gates, stone angels with lanterns guarding the iron gates, leading towards the massive institution.
“Hey, Masker, aren’t you coming with me, for a little romantic dinner in the loony bin? I hope you don’t have too much time on your hands,” The Mane-iac asked but got no answer.
“Always the strong and silent type, well then, let’s see we can break your silence: Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there-“She was cut off by a hit her in the face with a back hand, but as usual, she continues to yap at the mouth.
As she was about to get hit again, they arrived at the Intensive Treatment building doors, Masked Matterhorn exited her vehicle and grabbed the Mane-iac’s shoulders and carry her inside the building.
The mechanical doors opened automatically when the Mane-iac and Masked Matterhorn walked in the building. Lights shone as they entered the entrance of the asylum and the tiles and bricks appear to be clean from the last attempts this clown escaped. A hallway lined with Arkham security guards, all guns aiming at Mane-iac, in front of the Intensive Treatment lobby, is the Warden, Snip Sharp. He is a short human with a receding hairline, with circular glasses, a charcoal suit with a red neck tie and levitating beside him is a staff with a ruby with the Tartarous insignia in it.
Beside him is a tall human with black hair, wearing an Tartarous uniform. On his left eye is a scar and his burgundy pupil is matte. His name is Officer Dig Holes. On Sharp’s right is another male, same height as Boles, bald, white mustache, his name is North Wind. They do not look delighted to see Mane-iac; no one was, for she is the bane in Canterlot. Masked Matterhorn brought her in, ignoring the security guards.
“Hey, Sharpie, love what you’ve done with the place,” she said.
Sharp looks annoyed by the nickname, “That’s Warden Sharp to you.”
“Yo, Diggle, how’s the wife and kids, you missed me?” she asked Holes.
Holes angrily grabbed Mane-iac’s collar.
“Shut it, clown, a lot of people really wanted to talk to you!” He took Mane-iac and uncuffed her rudely.
More guards grabbed Mane-iac for inspecting if she is carrying prohibited items. This annoyed her slightly.
“Really, I don’t mind walking,” she said as one guard pulled up a gurney.
They put her on the gurney and strapped her in a rude manner.
“Not so tight, boys, you’ll crease the suit.” She added.
“Get that filthy degenerate out of here!” barked Quincy.
Masked Matterhorn looked at the Mane-iac carefully ready for assisting the patrol.
“Warden, something’s not right, I’m going with her.” She said and walked with Holes and two other officers wheeling the Mane-iac to the Intensive Treatment Center to the Holding Cells levels below us.
“I want the Mane-iac secured. I want her treated by the end of the year; her treatment will definitely cement my mayoral campaign.” Snip added to his guards.
“Is Commissioner Armor here?” masked Matterhorn asked the guard.
“Yes, he is waiting for you at the Holding Cells, we all are,” he replied.
She walked beside Holes onto the lift.
“Don’t worry, Warden, my security doubled that from last year, I’m positive that me and my men will not let Mane-iac escape,” North said.
“I hope you’re right, Wind, for your sake,” Snips replied, adding a dark tone to the last part.
A chime rang throughout the asylum. “All available guards head towards the Intensive Treatment Lobby.”
Masked Matterhorn walked on the lift and the lift brought them down in the Lobby. A security office lies on top of the scanning tunnel. Walkways, east and west, lead to the security office with electric control panels that lead to different areas of the Lobby. They walked in the scanning tunnel, hearing Mane-iac’s annoying voice.
“Ah, it’s so nice to get back to sweet, sweet, hacienda,” Mane-iac said dreamily.
The scanning tunnel doors closed for the scan.
“Scan initializing,” a guard operating the scanner announced. An arc-like scanner gyroscopically scanned us thoroughly, scanning for any item that is prohibited.
“You know what? I like the good, old cavity search. Much more personal,” Mane-iac said.
No pony replied to her spouting, the scanning is going good for Mane-iac, until it reaches the end of the tunnel.
An alarm blared and the scanner room brightens a red color. “Multiple prohibited items,” the guard said.
“I want Mane-iac searched again!” a guard barked with a more masculine voice.
“It’s not Mane-iac, it’s umm…” the announcer replied uncertainly.
“Ooh, what are you sneaking up in here, Masker? Come on tell me, tell me. Maskarangs, Maskclaws…ooh, Masksnacks?” Mane-iac asked Masked Matterhorn, but didn’t reply.
“Scan’s green on Mane-iac,” the announcer said.
“Open up the scanner, get her out of here!” the masculine guard ordered.
The scanner opened the exit and we walked out, more guards aiming their armaments at Mane-iac. They continue to glare at the discolored women with disgusted, wrathful and venomous glares yet the women seems not to mind.
“I want her gone, do not let her out of your sight,” the guard ordered.
The guard beside our left is a muscular brown humans with a black, shaven mane with handcuffs on his badge. However, his left hand has a prosthetic, from a ordeal with Killer Croc. The prosthetic's shape is originally a hook until the surgeons added a mechanism that can transform the hook into a robotic hand or one with digits so he can hold anything without any difficulty.
“There’ll be time later for you, Cash. And speaking of time, tick tock, tick tock, is that a crocodile I hear?” Mane-iac replied back teasingly and sinisterly.
“What’s up, doc? Call me around 8, would you? We have a lot of catching up to do,” Mane-iac asked the doctor that step up.
They walked in a long corridor, another corridor adjacent to: The Cell Block Transfer. They're on the right, in walking perspective. Small television screens are mounted on small columns supporting a walking grid above us with pathways leading to the control room protected by an electric barrier. Two more Royal Guard members and a doctor with a green jacket is waiting on the other end of the hallway.
"Hello, let me introduce myself, I am Warden Snips Sharp and I-," the television announced.
“Hey, it’s my favorite TV show, I’m Warden Idiot, you’ll never escape,” Mane-iac said mockingly.
On the other hallway, several guards escorting more inmates alongside. They do not look like mentally unstable patients but more dangerous. Prisoners ranging from all kinds of criminals, with hatred glares at Masked Matterhorn, but she pay no mind. With hands behind their heads with guns aiming at them, threatening them to shoot if any dares to escape. They are prisoners from Everfree Penitentiary, the most notorious and dangerous prison in Equestria. Their glares turned into chants when they see their boss, Mane-iac.
“Mane-iac, Mane-iac, Mane-iac, Mane-iac!” the inmates chanted happily.
“Shut it if you don’t want to get shot!” a guard shouted.
The inmates didn’t listen but continue to praise the Mane-iac, their boss.
“It’s great to see you in here boss,” an inmate said.
“I thought I told you to shut up!” the guard shouted.
“Mane-iac!” an inmate chanted.
“Be quiet!” the guard barked and they continued to walk down the opposite corridor.
“I’m telling you, the state of the wiring in the federal facilities is shocking. I mean, my boys could’ve been hurt in that, unfortunate fire,” the Mane-iac said.
They arrived at the end of the corridor in front of another door with more guards watching over the entrance to the Secure Transit. Beside them a doctor wearing green scrubs, overlooking his notes. He is one of Mane-iac's physical doctors, checking to see any injuries sustained on her or any other patients or faculty members.
“Just need to check your prisoner, Officer Holes,” the doctor said.
“Whatever, just be quick,” Holes replied rudely.
“Only following procedure, let’s see: Patients seems to be in satisfactory condition. Probably suffered minor scrapes and lacerations from the last two hours, there seems to be-“ He said looking over Mane-iac.
“Boo!” Mane-iac shouted, interrupting the doctor abruptly.
Mane-iac cackled after scaring the faculty members. Mane-iac will laugh madly at a very bad joke. Everyone jumped and the guards at their guns more sharply at her, trying to get her to shut up. Masked Matterhorn didn't even flinch as she continue to look at the deranged pony without as much of a blink.
“Want to check my temperature, I’ll be happy to drop my pants,” Mane-iac asked teasingly.
“She’s all yours. Get her out of here,” the doctor said, annoyed by her constant shenanigans.
The door opened and they walked into the Intensive Treatment Security Transit. Several armed guards are at the elevator. By the amount of guards here, a patient is in transit, albeit a dangerous one.
“Alert in the Intensive Treatment Transit, Category 9 Patient in transit. Shoot to kill permissions granted,” the intercom announced.
All the guards armed their guns at the elevator arriving at our level. A gigantic thing crouched inside the elevator until it came to a complete stop. The thing is breathing heavily as the elevator slowly rose by the weight of the creature. This creature, I knew, fought and imprisoned several times, rarely seen in Canterlot.
“You heard the lady, we have another psycho along the way,” a guard warned.
“Can you smell the excitement in the air? No, must be one of the guards’ then-Croc, old boy is that you?” Mane-iac asked to no pony in particular.
“Get ready, keep your guns trained at him, at all times,” a guard ordered.
The elevator open and the thing exited out until it could fully stand. The creature is more than 11ft tall, few more feet to touch the ceiling. The skin is crocodilian like with several mumps and a black crocodilian back supported the thing. It wears maroon pants with a makeshift belt made of rope. Chains wrapped around its legs and arms. Around its neck is an enormous collar for its thick neck. A turquoise liquid is inside and a little electricity current is in with it. The thing has a long jaw with yellow, sharp teeth, constantly drooling, and its most terrifying feature to pony is its yellow eyes, constantly gazing whenever it’s starting at its prey. Garble, an ordinary teenage dragon, which turned into that with epidermolyptic hyperkeratosis: a skin disorder, physically and mentally disfiguring him.
He stood at full height, looking at the spotlight, adjusting to the brightness.
“Damn, that thing looks pissed,” the guard said.
Killer Croc sniffed the air and turned its head to its new target: Masked Matter Horn. He turned around at looked directly at her, giving her its predatory gaze, the eyes promising that it will devour Masked Matterhorn once it's free by any chance, her response to the gaze is one of her own, still retaining her stoic expression.
“What’s it doing?” the guard asked alarmingly.
“I've got your scent, Masked Matterhorn, I will hunt you down,” the thing warned.
The guards are too alarmed and frightened of the creature's spine-tingling threat.
“Turn the collar on, get that animal under control!” the guard ordered.
Without warning, the collar gave a strong electrical surge throughout Croc, harming him yet it does nothing fatal. The creature roared and growled in pain. Croc turned away, still livid from the shock.
“Get that thing out of here, now!” another guard barked.
“A toy collar won't stopped me from killing you, Masked Matterhorn. I'll rip you apart, eat your bones,” Croc roared before stomping away to his cell with four guards following him.
“That reminds me, I really need to get me some new shoes,” Mane-iac said randomly.
“Okay, move along,” a guard said.
They walked inside the elevator and the gates closed, bringing us down to the Holding Cells.
“Hang on,” Holes said as the elevator moved down to bring them to the cells.
“Ooh, the night is still young, Masks. I still have a trick or two up in my sleeve,” Mane-iac said.
“Not where you’re going,” Masked Matterhorn replied darkly.
“I mean, my boys really could’ve been hurt in that unfortunate fire at Everfree,” she said.
“I thought I told you be quiet!” Holes shouted, making the Mane-iac turned to him.
“Oh, Diggle, you really should learn to keep that fat mouth of yours shut. It could get you into trouble,” she said menacingly.
“Tell me, Mane-iac. You’d never let me capture you this easily before, what are you really planning?” Masked Matterhorn asked.
“Oh, nothing much; just another night filled with the screams of innocent ponies; all their meaningless lives come to a horrifying conclusion. All thanks to me and a book of matches. Is that the answer you wanted?” Mane-iac replied and asked.
The television screen turned on beside us with Warden Sharp. “All patients should avoid interaction with the Everfree prisoners, their presence here is-“ but something happen right there.
“Gahahahahaha!” Mane-iac laughed maniacally. The elevator lights flicker when she laughed. The television and the light blacked out, leaving everyone in the dark with the laughing clown. The guards panicked as the entire elevator shaft is pitch black.
“Someone, get a light on her! Don’t let her out of your sights!” Holes ordered.
Mane-iac continued to laugh in the darkness but abruptly stopped and started to choke. The lights returned back and the television came back on, distorting before adjusting to normalcy. The guards looked at why Mane-iac is choking, only to find Masked Matterhorn grabbing her throat.
“W-what, don’t you trust me?” Mane-iac gasped jokingly.
Masked Matterhorn slammed her head back on the gurney. The elevator came to a stop and we walked out into the Holding Cells. The entrance is protected by an electrical barrier, brought down by a security guard. Down the ramp are cells that held some of the Everfree inmates. Outside of the control room, was Commissioner Shining Armor.
He is the Captain of the Royal Guard and appointed commissioner for the entire security in Canterlot. He is a white human, with a blue and turquoise mane and tail. He occasionally wears golden armor and a shield for a cutie mark. Today, he wears a simple white collar shirt with a plaid neck tie, suspenders, and glasses.
“Good to see you, Matterhorn,” he said.
He stretched out his hand and Masked Matterhorn shook it.
“You had a long night, Shining?” She asked.
“I have to juggle with the Royal Guard, Tartarous guards, the media, and the Canterlot police to protect the Mayor after you’ve captured the Mane-iac from City Hall, yeah, it’s been a hell of a night,” he replied.
“Probably the last one,” Masked Matterhorn added.
Unknown to them, watching from a surveillance camera, a mare with red and purple boots on each front and hind leg, watched the entire escort.
“Yeah, right,” she said.
Shining and Masked Matterhoorn walked to the entrance of the cells but a guard stopped them.
“Sorry, but authorized personnel enter the Cells.” He said.
Shining look annoyed. “I’m telling you, if anyone authorized, its-“
“Listen, I thank you for the escort but she’ll unsettle the more violent inmates,” the guard replied back.
“I think he’s talking about you, Masks. Do come here anytime, you’re not a stranger. Got to say, it’s good to be back,” the Mane-iac said after the guards unlocked her from the gurney and walked her to the Holding Cells.
Masked Matterhorn looked at the Mane-iac suspiciously as the guard and doctor escorted her to a cell. Shining Armor noticed it.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“She surrendered almost without a fight; I don’t like it,” She replied back.
“At least she’s back where she belongs,” he said as we walked inside the control room, over viewing the escort.
The Mane-iac is walking alongside with the guard and her psychiatrist. She looked around the Holding Cells, seemingly scanning the room. She looks at the surveillance cameras and television screens for anything abnormal. Suddenly, she stumbled and fell on all fours. This caught the guard’s attention.
“Get up, come on, get up,” the guard ordered.
The Mane-iac snarled at him and then, chaos erupts. She stood up and wrapped her hand cuff chains around the guard’s neck, strangling him. It happened so fast and so unexpected that the guard didn’t have a chance to defend himself. The doctor noticed it and tried to calm her down, but the maniacal clown continues to suffocate the poor guard.
Shining and Masked Matterhorn noticed it and it alarmed them.
“Mane-iac’s free! Alert the Warden!” She ordered.
Shining nodded and tried to communicate with the Warden about this sudden outbreak.
“Hurry, we’re losing him, doc!” Mane-iac joked maniacally.
Mane-iac continued to strangle him until he is still; ignoring the doctor’s constant pleading. She released and dropped the dead guard and twisted the poor doctor’s neck with her elongated mane. Masked Matterhorn angrily watched the horror show as she continued to break the glass window to stop, but always, casualties form when the Mane-iac is present.
Mane-iac danced towards the dead guard and looked into his lifeless eyes.
“The choke’s on you,” she said sinisterly.
She danced randomly and sung a tune. She turned to a television screen, pointing at it. That could only mean one thing.
“Tada, Honey, I’m home,” Mane-iac said to the screen.
The mare behind the screen is delighted to see her beloved broke free from her bonds so easily and effortlessly.
“Come on in,” the mare said dreamily.
She pulled a card and slid it on a scanner to cancel the Holding Cell’s barrier, leading it towards a corridor.
Finally, Masked Matterhorn broke through the glass and landed after the Mane-iac ran up the ramp, standing on her hind legs and outstretching her hands.
“Welcome to the madhouse, Masked Matterhorn, I set a trap and you sprang it gloriously!” Mane-iac announced joyously.
Author's Note
Okay this is just a little test, before I move on. Using Garble as Killer Croc may not stay, as I might use someone else later. I also had added a picture of Mane-iac as a human to give some people an idea what she'll looks like. It also the best I can find. OC's are welcome, they can be the villains and they can be for Asylum, City, Origins or Knight for your choice. I'm also being in my own OC name Phantom, aka Ghost King. Ghost King will be an Anti-hero. here a little bio about him.
Ghost King
Real name: Phantom
Phantom is Twilight's and Shining's youngest brother, (remember AU) He was also upset about losing his parents like his older siblings. He also get along with Twilight really well. After Twilight leaves with mission to protect Canterlot, Phantom falls into a bad crowd. After Twilight returns and become Masked Matterhorn, Phantom later learns about it and become upset as the two promise to share their secrets with each other. Phantom is not as smart as Twilight, but he soon's learns how to use both science and magic together and came up with his alter-ego Ghost King. With the power of calling ghosts to his side, he becomes the first villain to defeated Masked Matter Horn but does not kill her, as he didn't want to become a killer, follow Twilight's rule of no killing. From time to time Ghost has gone out of his way to help Masked Matterhorn saying that they are family and will not let anyone kill her. Will show in Tartarous City, Origins and Knight. Will not appear in this story.
Feel free to send your ideas in the comments below.
