"So let me get this straight, you're actually a 27 years old human, not a 6..ish years old colt?"

"Yup."

"And you have an ability to turn into anything you want as long you have the...materials for it?"

"Yeah, well except other living beings since I can't copy their DNA. God, why it has to be so...diffi...cult?!"

"Here, Ah'll give' ya a hoof."

"No, no, no. No thanks miss cowgirl...mare...whatever you're called. I got this."

"Err...okay?"

"Yes, I am aware of that part, ahem, any way you said that you're working as a soldier in the squad name 'S.A.S' is that correct?"

"Uh-huh, one of the first squads that often deployed at the beginning of every single war actually."

"Right, right. And you need to go back to wherever this 'A-mare-rica' place is?"

"Its pronounced America, but yeah pretty much."

"And if you don't get there on time, your 'commander' will give you punishment for not cooking up a dinner for them?"

"That and get beat up by the other members as a punching bag when training, I'll be lucky if I don't have to pay it with my body."

As I struggle to put on my pants, I could see Redheart stares at me it something in between disgust and horror. Probably I should rephrase the last part more precisely, being treated as a lab rat doesn’t fit well for me, but hey everyone vouched for me to take that position since no one else in the group has a super healing factory.

Well, there is Ghost, a code name for Becky, but she doesn’t really have a physical body like us. Technically speaking she does possess one, not the flesh and bones ones, her body is like made out of dark mists that shaped like a female's body, she is an astral creature after all. We don’t really know how a Wraith is able to gain consciousness since they’re summoned creatures usually used by demons, necromancers or Dark Arts user. From what we learn from her past, she was actually a person that was used as a sacrificial by some sort of cult to summon The Dark One that said will be the one who brought world destruction.

Personally, I call them a group full of nutjobs.

A couple days later after she was killed, somehow, she was able to return back to the living world as a ‘wandering soul’ and little by little he feed on the despair of other captives that was going to be used as sacrifices, or stress reliefs for some female cases, and eventually gained her current body.

Just don't ask me how the hell did she feed on other people feeling, it's like trying to fill up your stomach with the winds. I swear to god if I meet other creatures that can do that kind of thing I would eat my own leg flesh and bones.

A couple weeks or months later we, as in my sister and I, discovered her when investigating the source of 'bloody-murder-screaming' reported at night. That is how we met for the first time, though not officially since she still hasn't regained all of her minds and still relays on her Wraith instinct to take revenge on the cultist.

Anyway, back to the future. After I explain to the nurse that I'm not actually what she see, because I want to know how well this simulation taking this because I'm planning to bag this and set it up on the base, and told her the 'need-to-know-basic-only' info, and finally getting back my clothes cus sure ass hell I won't be walking around butt naked, even though in a different form, while someone keeping an eye on me as long as I'm in here. I may have some messed up kinks but not that fucked up.

“You know what, screw these stupid hooves!” I yelled out of frustration after five minutes of struggling to wear my pants, and not to mention the shirt and jacket, I don’t think these equine limbs made to be bent that way.

Transforming all four of my legs to the original shape, well close to my human limbs at least, I easily put the pants on and the other clothes, grumbling all the way. Because the materials only limited to metals I can’t exactly imitate the skin thus leaving the smooth metal surface clear as rain, as a result, I look like a half droid half pony similar to mismatched toys.

“There we go finally I g-whoa what the-!” I was being careless with my new body, designed to walk on all four I instantly lost my balance when standing on two legs or hind legs, I ended falling square face first. I don’t have enough materials to reshape my backbones, I still have woods in my storage but the weighs of both of my arms might snap the wooden backbones.

Well, at least I won’t be walking butt naked anymore.

By the way, 'Freaking ow,' I know a pony's muzzle is sensitive but fucking hell it hurts like a motherfucker.

I feel someone lift me up by the hem of my jacket, at first I was going to punch whoever lifting me up but I was slowly put down on my rump, kinda like a dog that was sitting on its ass.

Turns out it was Red who did it, I was surprised and even though I yelled at him earlier he seems to be happy to help. I have experience dealing with ‘emotionless’ people so to speak so it was easy to know what he is saying.

I gave a little nod and said thanks.

He nodded back and walk toward the Stetson hat wearing pony that is looking my mechanical limbs with worry and fear.

Ignoring Pinkie, who still looking at me with those eyes though I’m sure her hair is a bit puffier than before, I look toward Nurse and said “Well, now you know. To be honest, I'm surprised that you don’t even know me, I mean who doesn’t know about the stunt I pulled on the orphanage.” Well basically half of the world does, but hey there is no problem boasting my accomplishments once in a while right? “So, can I get out from this place now? I might give away too much information,” ‘not.’

She has this uneasy look, I must say whoever design this simulation got to be the best inventor I’ve ever know, well besides my father that is. “W-well, in time dear when your wings are healed up and we’ll need to fill up your paper.” She said, slowly retreating back out of the room “You know us adult with our paperwork, h-heh busy, busy, busy!” she then leaves the room but not before whispering something to the blond mane one and Big Red, both of them followed her leaving the room.

The only one who remains in the room with me is Pinkie, for some reason the way she looks at me is like she saw me throw a bag full of kittens into the river right in front of her.

“…why…”

Even if it was barely a whisper I could still hear her said something under her breath.

“Why what?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you eat the frosting?”

I stared at her for what it feels like a full minute or two, 'why wouldn’t I eat the delicious creamy substances that perfectly placed on top of the fluffy, flawless baked lump of bread? Because it’s fucking disgusting. I rather stuff myself with 5 days worth of MRE shit paste than lick a single drop of them.' is all I wanted to say but because I don't want to be rude, I know that this reality is a simulation but I gotta have respect for it.

Other than the growing hate from when I was a child, it has a massive amount of sugar that will compromise a stealth mission. The smell of burning sugar can attract small rodents and alert demi-human’s smelling sense.

In some cases, the excessive amount of sugar will end up clogging my exhaust ports. Because of the heat from my power core that directly connected to the fuel tanks and the mechanism to turn food into biofuel, some sugar that manages to slip through somehow turned into cotton candy.

“I just don’t like sweet much.” That was an understatement.

“Oh….” Suddenly her mane inflated like a balloon and her eyes sparkled with joy. I am sure that this mare is a bio-polar if her attitude just went 180 turns. The thing that worried me the most is the way she smiled, it's so wide that I’m sure it looks like a maniac.

‘Oh dear god above don’t let her be one of those ‘Joker’ guys,’ I silently pray.

“Why don’t you say so? It’s really weird for a colt like you didn’t like sweet, many foals in town can never get enough of it, but everypony had their own preference! Probably you didn’t like strawberry flavor frosting so tell me what you like so that I can get it perfectly fit for your tongue. Actually, don’t I bet there is another kind of flavors that surely your liking-“ the rest of her sentences are just random blabbering that I tuned out.

Just the one thing that I need to turn on my ‘no fucks given’ mode.

‘Oh god, she is a hyperactive, maniac, happy go lucky, sweet loving AND a chatterbox. Just kill me now,’ Is the last thing I thought before forming a plan in my head to escape this virtual hell.

***

Outside the room where our Abnormal Anomaly is, the three ponies that leaves the room silently standing near the corner of the hallway. One of them reads the paperboard and mumbled the stuff that she had written on it as the other two constantly glancing to each other, the room where they were in and the nurse.

“We already searched the Ponyville’s citizens IDs and we haven’t got a clue of his identity. Nothing matches up with his name or appearance so there could be a possibility that he is from other towns,” The nurse stated “Somehow he is able to move around without trouble despite his injuries. Foals are known to have a high healing factory but he with how fast he recovered is unexpected to put it lightly.”

Applejack also wondered the same thing as the nurse, being on the receiving end of her infamous buck that can annihilate a Timberwolf with a size of an adult pony surely will put somepony to crack a few bones but if it’s a foal then it would be a life and death situation.

But this colt, Xandrich, just stands up and walks away as if it doesn’t bother him at all. Aside from his foul mouth and harsh words, he is definitely different from other foals. His hooves did surprise her and the others, it can split, extended, and takes another shape. Applejack heard a thing called prosthetic limbs that can replace severed limbs, is that what are those things are?

Applejack could think of it as a good or bad thing. On one hoof she is terrified knows that Xandrich doesn’t have any of his four hooves but she also feels happy to know that he can walk again.

There is also a problem about his head, it seems that he thinks he is a human shapeshifter that born in a place called America and had been in service in the military since he was 16. He also doesn’t know what a herd is and said that he was from a place where their stallions can only have one partner which is weird.

When Nurse Redheard asked him a question, avoiding the subject around his parents, most of which he answered ‘qualified’ or just bunch of delusional mumbo jumbo.

If they want a clear answer they would need to bring him into reality.

He did mention an orphanage, could it be that he ran away from there?

“Will he be alrigh’t Nurse?” surprisingly, it was his brother spoked.

Said nurse look up from the clipboard and answered with uncertainty in her voice “Physically he can be discharged and returned home in one week but he has to return once every three days for check-up until he is completely healthy” She said “I am not really sure about his mental health, he clearly went through something really terrible. My theory is whatever caused those scars made him create a false reality to cope with his surroundings.”

“What ‘bout his hoovs’?”

“I…rather not think what happened to them.”

After that followed by a silence, the tension in the air is so thick you can grab it. After a couple of seconds, Applejack said “So what do we do now?”

“First we have to find out what city he is from and then we need to track whe-“ Nurse Redheart was cut off by a certain pink pony that suddenly appears between her and the female apple.

“APPLEJACK, HELP!” Pinkie yelled right next to her ear and made others jump in surprise.

After recovering from the shock, and suddenly lost hearing, she asked “Wha’ is it Pinkie, can’t ya see we’re busy?” as she rubbed her ringing ears.

“ITS XANDRICH!” the pink pony yelled, even if her mane returned back to her bouncy state she did not have that happy-go-lucky face she always has. She looks like in a verge on panic. “HE- HE JUMPED OUT OF THE WINDOW!!!”

“WHAT?!”

Author's Note

Well, I update this from school cus my house is currently in the blackout area meaning no electricity until tonight.

I know that it is later than before, same goes for my other story, but I have a valid reason for it.

For the next 7-8 months, It'll be nothing but study and torture before getting butt fucked, non-lubed, hard, for another 2 months by exams and finals so updates will be slower.

Wish me luck guys.