Dr. Roberta Drake (Yrs 35)

9/25/1981

Florida, Orlando

6:20 Pm Monday

After careful consideration, I think I will keep the numbers to my self. When a new filly is made I will write their number, but then I think I'll just say them by there colors or something I don't know.

ok, so in other news, I discovered the one I want to keep. I chose the purple one. The thing that made me choose her over the others was the fact that she was the smartest out of the group. For example, when I was doing one of my standard tests of checking how their nerves worked, she figured out how to work my scalpels and saw blades. She used them to cut her restraints and attempted to walk towards me. After that, she got my attention by pulling on my lab coat with her mouth. It was almost like she wanted to be near me.

I named her Twilight. The name just kinda came to me. I decided since I'm keeping her, I would stop doing experiments on her and teach them how to walk.

And a bit off topic, the blue one was very rude today. She kept kicking and screaming a very ~~cute~~ loud shriek as I tested her nerves. At first, when I did positive feelings she was fine, but after I stuck a pin in her wing when she wasn't looking, she just let it all out. The only way I got her to stop crying was to end the tests. She held to me like a chimp and refused to let go. If I hadn't known they couldn't have the free will to love, I would have felt a bit bad. But she doesn't, and I don't care.

The Orange one was fine. She winced in pain a few times but remained in good shape. It almost felt like trust. She didn't even struggle with her bonds. I feed them all weeds today. They've grown to the size of a 3-year-old child, I think I can keep them growing naturally from here. The Old man said they grew to the size of half a person, so I may want to finish up before they get too big. Except for Blue. I'm letting her grow for obvious reasons.

Friday 6:00 Am

I decide to spend most of my time today with Twilight. She's very well behaved, even more than the Orange one. After teaching her to understand a few commands, she was able to walk. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually felt a bit proud at how smart she was. I decided to steal a kitten bed from some guy's home and now she sleeps with me on the second floor instead of in the cage on the first. She's such an energetic and curious girl.

10:30 Am

The Old man came today. He told me to call him Mr.D, so I will for now on. After he updated my computer, he asked where the third filly was. I didn't want to tell him I broke one of his rules and got attached, so I told him she's in a separate storage room. He was fine with that answer, even if he gave me a few dirty looks.

He brought lunch as well. It was made with the meat I would soon be harvesting. I was mesmerized by the different colored meats and how they tasted. Escpeshily raw. Yep, it's safe to eat em' raw.

Mr.D helped me wrap the leftovers up and place them in the fridge. There was a lot since he hadn't much of it. He patted his belly an told me how grateful he was for someone like me to do such a good and well-needed thing.

Out of nowhere, I asked him where he lived. He paused and looked up, trying to think of what to say. He then told me he lived in a cottage on a hill next to the forest. I said I should visit one day and he just smiled.

I'm gonna go tuck Twilight in now so she can have a good rest. I think she may be getting sick, she was making strange but cute 'Mmm' sound's wither her mouth when she saw me. It kinda made me smile. Don't know why gibberish made me smile, but it did.

To anyone reading, may you find something to care about.~

Author's Note

Tommor's gonna hurt... like a lot.