The Door Steamed and hissed as it slid to the left, with the flick of a switch the lights around the once darkened room became lit with electricity. Four Poines walked into the room, most of them wearing protective amour except for one, the Stallion just wore a suit and tie. The ponies with protective amour quickly dispersed into the corners of the room when the Stallion came close to a Desk. Files were scattered across the workspace and a Microphone stood aimlessly. Sitting down next to the counter the Stallion laid down a new file and opened it up. Brushing off the dust from a button next to the Microphone he cleared his throat and spoke calmly.
“Dr. Chemical’s Subject Recording Number 1, Subject Register Number 76-1, the Patient was found in her homestead in the Cantrolot Plaza. My Suspicions about her were correct, she is insane. Drags a lifeless body around to where she goes most of the time, speaking to it, Sleeping with it. End of Recording.”
Dr. Chemical stiffened and picked up the file and put it in a drawer, he then silently slid out another file, his reciting of these files brought him a new thought about how ordinary Ponies can go insane. He pressed the button again.
“Dr. Chemical’s Subject Recording Number 2, Subject Register Number 76-2, This Paticular patient has been found lying in her bed. A Coma has been proven. But we noticed changes, that her skin turning grey, and long minutes without a pulse. This isn’t a normal coma. Incase of a emergency provide full 24/7 Video and audio surveillance at all times. End of Recording.”
Knowing what happened next he Put the file away and pressed the button.
“Dr. Chemical’s Subject Recording Number 3, Subject Register Number 76-3, patient has deceased and has ceased testing, due to unforeseen circumstances. Death Rate in the facility has went up. End of Recording”
Dr. Chemical sighed and leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, this job weighs down on old stallions like himself. But ever since he was a colt he grew an interest in Psychology and how the mind works in simple or complex situations. This made him strong psychologically and sometimes, like with Subject Register Number 76-3, Physically. This job also pays well, so that’s a positive.
His thoughts were jerked out of his head when he heard the door entering into the room Steam and open. A mare, younger than Dr. Chemical, entered the Room. The mare also wore a suit and a tie but in a female fashion. Dr. Chemical called slightly.
“Dr. Viper! I see that you have came to see your father. And also gave me a good report...?”
The mare chuckled slightly trotting to the nearest chair next to her father. “I can’t say I don’t want to see my father work, you run this place. And besides ever since Mom left I kind of had in interest in these types of things that you do.”
“Sadly your Mother didn’t see the full potential of working here in An asylum. Yeah it might be dangerous, but you learn more stuff each and every day.”
“I think she made a good decision leaving you.” Dr. Viper exclaimed half-joking, Dr. Chemical’s smile faded and he touched his heart with his hoof.
“Ouch....” he said lightly Removing his hoof from his heart, he then replied, “I think she did too.”
“Now to tell you why I came.” The young mare said pulling up a chair, “You know Subject Register Number 76-6?”
Dr. Chemical nodded, he knew very well of Subject Register Number 76-6. Found her during the Cloth Case, a police report that has committed the killer into the asylum here in Cantrolot. Dr. Chemical glanced at the microphone, he should probably say these things into the recording. But he didn’t finish the last three, Including Subject Register Number 76-6.
Dr. Viper looked behind her facing the guards, she motioned them to exit the room. They hesitated as they looked at each other. Silently they left, the door steaming shut.
“Why such the hostility towards the guards? They did nothing wrong.” Dr. Chemical joked, leaning back in his chair. “In all seriousness, the guards left because of Bad News... Or Good News?”
Dr. Viper, breathed in slightly before looking at the counter, she looked at her father and gently slid one of the files towards him, “I’ll tell you after you finish your recordings, Save the best... For Last.” The old stallion looked at his daughter before grabbing the file and the opening it. He then turned towards the microphone and the pressed the button.
“Dr. Chemical’s Subject Recording Number 4, Subject Register Number 76-4, has seen no further improvements in its physical tests, but has been mentally challenged the other scientists. Giving riddles and jokes that teased the mind and actually made you think. Subject Register Number has been deemed safe until more testing has been ratified. End of Recording.”
Without thinking another file was pushed in his face, he grabbed it and opened it. Nodding he pressed the record button once more.
“Dr. Chemical’s Subject Recording Number 5, Subject Register Number 76-5, After the destruction of most of the buildings in Manehattan. Committed into the Riveroak Asylum, for reasons for which not to explain. Testing of this Subject lead to nowhere, except for one lead. Each and every time we speak to her she says the same thing each time, and I quote, ‘The Darkness in the light is stronger than the most beautiful object in all the universe. When there’s Light, there’s Shadow. when there’s Diamonds, there’s Coal. When there’s Life, There’s Death.’ End of Recording.”
Dr. Viper nodded standing back up, she walked quietly to the a safe on the wall after inputting the combination, it opened and a file sat there. Dr. Chemical stood up as well and took the file as it was handed to him. Silence took over the room before the click of the button to the microphone sounded off.
“This File is to be kept under surveillance at all times and must never leave The Facility. Subject Recording Number 6, Subject Register Number 76-6, sent Deep into the Facility containment center nearly 300 meters deep. Scientist and Officals with a Red Room key card can enter only. After been found, nearly killed the entire squad to bring her here, Test Results are unknown.” He stopped and then looked at Dr. Viper. “Unknown?” He echoed.
“Sir. I have reason to believe that Subject Register Number 76-6 has turned into a Medium Class to a High class, she’s too dangerous for anypony to go near. We can’t even get her blood type she’s too unstable.”
“Have you tried Tranquilizing The Subject?”
“Yes but her vitals are still normal.” She crept a little closer, “I tell you, she’s Insane!”
“Everyponies in here are Insane!” Dr. Chemical yelled loudly, “we are just here to keep them from the outside world!”
Dr. Viper winced as he yelled at her, silence stood as the two ponies stared at each other intently. She’s too dangerous, Dr. Chemical knew this, he was on that squad to retrieve her. Watched as his teammates died, Stabbed, torn, ripped to pieces By that Son of a Bitch. He started to breath heavily as these thoughts start to fill his mind. Dr. Viper saw this and tried to coax him down to a calm level.
“It’s alright... shhhh... it will be alright... don’t worry...” she transferred to a whisper as Dr. Chemical’s breathing slowed. Dr. Viper gave a sigh of relief and sat next to him in a chair. Dr. Chemical spoke lightly.
“I have an idea... Instead of calling them, Subject Register Number, how about we shorten it to SRN?”
Dr. Viper smiled. “I’ll call the Writers crew and tell them about the improvement. Thanks for calming down by the way.”
They laughed together before the door steamed opened and the guards rushed in. Wearing black amour they stood panting as they entered the room one by one, a spear and crossbows to their sides. The joyful remark stopped as Dr. Chemical Glanced at them.
“Sir, I have Bad news!” The guard in the front said, Dr. Chemical nodded and stood up. “Subject Register Number 76-6 is gone!”
A Mixture of fear and panic filled his mind, he felt himself wobble under his weight as he yelled, “WHAT?! That Can’t Be?!” He turned slightly and pressed a button, the monitors in the room lit up, each of the screens showed a different room. Of course one of them was empty. Rage bit at Dr. Chemical’s heart as his head slowly turned to the guards. “Find Her...NOW! Before she leaves the Facility! I tell you, Stop her Before leaves and by God if she leaves we would all be dead!”
