SCP Containment Breach: A New Realityby Silence_EXEChaptersPrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6ProloguePinkie Pie had just finished working at Sugarcube Corner. Bouncing around as usual, she closed up shop for the day and whizzed off to the Castle of Friendship to help Twilight with her brand-new spell. Twilight had told her that even she didn't know what would happen when the spell was used, but Pinkie didn't really mind that. 'After all, I just want to help my friends!' Pinkie thought happily. 'And I'm sure nothing bad will happen, Twilight always knows what she's doing!' She gave a giggle and continued bouncing to the castle, giving a balloon to a sad-looking foal along the way. "Pinkie, are you sure you want to do this?" Twilight asked, looking rather concerned. "I don't know what the spell will do, or if it'll have any consequences. It could be really dangerous!" The rest of Pinkies' friends all nodded in agreement, except for Rainbow, whom spoke with a look of excitement on her face. "But I bet it'll be really cool!" The other ponies, except for Pinkie, all glared at Rainbow. Rainbow glanced around at her friends' faces sheepishly. "I mean... Yeah, it's really dangerous, Pinkie! You really shouldn't do it!" Rainbow said, trying to cover for her statement. The others turned their attention back to Pinkie Pie, whom giggled happily. "Awww, girls, you don't have to worry about me! I'll be fine! Let Twilight do her spell," Pinkie said, a huge smile on her face. "Go on, Twilight! And maybe if it works, I can throw a super awesome Twilight-Found-A-New-Spell-And-It-Works party! Ooh, I can hardly wait to start planning!" Pinkie bounced in place, anxious to begin. Her friends looked anxious, Twilight especially, but Twilight began her spell anyway. Pinkie felt a tickling sensation, and started giggling uncontrollably, squeezing her eyes shut. As the spell finished, Pinkie felt a weird rushing feeling, which finally stopped after a few moments. "Ooh, Girls, did it work, did it, did it?!?!?" Pinkie asked, giggling again, her eyes still closed tightly. To her surprise, there was no answer. "Um... Girls? Do you know if it worked? Do you?" Pinkie asked, again to no avail. Opening her eyes, she took in her surroundings, wondering where she was. She felt slightly worried. "Girls? Twilight? Dashie? AJ? Where are you?" she called out. There was no answer. Pinkie opened the door to the room she was in, peeking out. There was a long, clean white hallway in front of her, but still no sign of her friends. Pinkie looked around, frightened. Her ears went back on her head, as she called out again. "GIRLS? TWILIIIIIIIIGHT? DASHIIIIEEE? AAAAAJJJJJJ? WHERE ARE YOU? DID THE SPELL WORK? CAN YOU HEAR ME? IS THIS SOME KIND OF PRANK?" she called, a note of uneasiness in her voice. When there was no answer, Pinkie began to tremble. Tears filled her eyes as she realized she was entirely alone. She curled up. "G-Girls? Wh-Where are you?" she whispered. She looked around once more, before beginning to tremble again. "Th-This isn't funny..." Pinkie whispered, softly crying. She looked up at the bare and unwelcoming hallway before her. "This isn't funny at all..." Author's Note Hey all, I'm not sure if I did this part well, but I tried extremely hard to provide as much detail in the story as I could within a reasonable amount of words, as well as making the reader, a.k.a. you, feel the same way as Pinkie did. So yeah. I just wanted to tell you that. Hope you enjoyed and I hope you stick with me. This story means a lot to me since this is my first self-insert, a thing I only do with stories that I care about a lot. Thanks for reading. Chapter 1Pinkie, having cried herself to sleep, didn't realize that two bipedal creatures, one in black armour, the other in a white lab coat, were staring down at her. "Sergeant, what is that thing?" the one in white asked. "I don't know. That's why I called the admin to provide their input," replied the Sergeant. "When will the admin representative arrive?" asked the white-clothed bipedal. "Now," said the Sergeant, motioning towards the end of the hallway. A black-suited bipedal walked towards the two with a steady stride. As he reached the end of the hallway, he looked at the pink mare before him. "Do I even want to know what escaped Containment?" he asked rhetorically. "Sir, this thing was never in Containment. Neither I nor the Head Scientist here know what it is. We decided to call you, just in case," the Sergeant stated, staring straight ahead as he spoke. The black-suited bipedal, whom the Sergeant had called an admin, stroked his chin in thought. He turned to the scientist. "And you've never seen this thing before?" he asked. "No, we haven't. I'd like permission to study it for a while, however. Myself and my research team will find out if it's dangerous quite easily," replied the scientist. The admin thought about it for a while before responding. "Take it to an empty containment cell, preferably an isolated one. Once it wakes up, contact me again. I need to interrogate it. If it seems dangerous, we'll give it a designation and a location to be contained in the HCZ," the admin said. "And if it isn't dangerous? You can't be thinking of releasing it," the scientist asked, looking concerned. "First off, you don't have clearance to know that information, and secondly-" began the Sergeant, before being interrupted by the admin. "Sergeant, stand down. It's just a security concern that the scientist is worried about. And rightfully so. He has the clearance to know about security protocols," the admin said. "That's bullshit," stated the Sergeant. "Scientists were never supposed to know about security protocols, that was only ever supposed to concern SD and MTF." "Sergeant, I ordered you to stand down. And watch your language when you're around me," growled the admin, glaring at the Sergeant. "Besides, scientists with Level 3 security clearance, like the Head Scientist, have more clearance than you do wih an L1 card. Keep that in mind before you try to bring up that rule again." The Sergeant sighed, obviously unable to argue the point any further. "Yes, Sir," he replied. "Now. To answer your question, Head ScD, no, we won't be releasing it. We'll simply contain it in the MCZ wih the other Euclids," said the admin to the scientist. "And will my team and I still have clearance to research the anomaly, as well as perform basic D-Class testing with it, even if it is classified as a Keter-level SCP?" asked the scientist. "If it's classified as Euclid, only scientists with L2 clearance or higher will be able to perform testing. If it's classified as Keter, only personnel with L3 clearance or higher can perform testing," the admin replied. "However, in both cases, you will have permission from the AD to study and research the results of testing with your entire team, L1 holders included." The scientist thought for a moment before nodding. "Sergeant, take the anomaly to the isolated containment cell as I asked. I have other business to attend to at the moment, and we don't know when the anomaly will arouse itself, so hurry up," the admin stated, walking off. "ScD, the least you can do is help me out," the Sergeant said. The scientist sighed, nodding, as he approached Pinkie, whom had no idea about what the future had in store for her. She slept peacefully, but it wouldn't be for long. Her new reality awaited her. Author's Note Hey all, I know this part wasn't all about Pinkie, but I'm trying to build the secondary characters so that they aren't entirely unrelatable. Like I said before, I care about this story. Which is why it's having a start that doesn't match the theme. Besides, it'd be a bit confusing if I just started with Pinkie in Containment. You'd have no idea how she got there. Also, there isn't a Profanity tag only because it specifically states for that tag that stories with a LOT of well-agreed upon profanity should have this tag, and I don't plan on using profanity a lot. Lastly, the story is rated teen because I wanted to be cautious about what I might put in. For instance, there may be a good amount of death, but I haven't gotten that far yet. Anyway, please understand that the next chapters will be more attuned to the theme, although I still have to build my characters' personality. Please don't rate unfairly, and I really mean it this time. The story isn't complete yet, and it really sucks when you dislike it because of the first chapters. So instead of disliking it, or even liking it, just tell me what you think in the comments. I'll be publishing new chapters as soon as I can write them. I hope you enjoyed it this far, and I look forward to seeing your feedback! Chapter 2Pinkie woke up in an entirely different place than before. Instead of the pristine hallway, she was now in a dark, musty room. She wasn't sure what happened. "Where am I?" Pinkie asked nopony in particular, confused. She stood up, exploring the room. The room was quite bare, with the exception of a table and two chairs. The walls were as smooth as glass, and were coloured a bright white. There was a single door leading out, but when Pinkie tried to push or pull it open, it wouldn't budge. "Hello? Can anypony hear me? Please let me out!" Pinkie called. Abruptly, the door opened, almost hitting her muzzle. Pinkie jumped back with a squeak of shock. A towering and black-suited figure walked in, the door closing behind it. "Hello, anomaly. Let's have a nice chat, shall we?" the figure said, looking down at her. Far away from Pinkie Pie, D-1048 was going through another wave of depression for the third time this week. Depression had always been a problem with him, even before he became a D-Class personnel, but it was especially bad now. Ever since he had been brought here, he hadn't been allowed any contact with his loved ones, nor had they been allowed any contact with him. 'Not that it matters... They hated me anyway.' he thought miserably. 'I'd be better off dead. It'd make life more enjoyable for everyone.' It wasn't the first time these thoughts had occurred, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. In fact, if he had been given anything to kill himself with, he'd have done it by now. But for now, this piece of metal would do. He used the sharpest side of the metal to cut into his forearm. As he watched the blood slowly trickle downwards, he reflected on the thought that he was too much of a coward to just end it all. 'Noone would care if I died. But I can't make myself do it. I don't have a strong enough will.' he thought bitterly, slicing his forearm again. "God, I'm such a coward!" he said out loud. As his thoughts continued, he cut himself repeatedly, with slow, mechanic strokes. A small puddle of blood began to gather at his feet. A medical personnel, looking in on him, noticed his actions and instantaneously called a guard, whom immediately unlocked the door and barged in with his police baton out. "D-1048! Cease your actions immediately!" the guard yelled. D-1048 looked tiredly up at the guard. "Why should I? It's not like anyone cares," he said, continuing. "Cease your actions, or I will have to restrain you!" the guard said, coming closer, baton at the ready. "Go on, then. Kill me. God knows I can't do it myself," D-1048 said, not pausing for a second. "This is your third and final warning. Cease your actions, or I will restrain you," the guard said. "Please, Hunter. You still have so much to live for. Stop hurting yourself," the doctor said, trying to reason with D-1048. D-1048 stayed silent, regardless of the use of his actual name, cutting himself even more. "I will restrain you!" roared the guard. "WELL, WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT, THEN!" yelled D-1048, getting into the guards' face. The guard reacted exactly how he was supposed to. D-1048 was tackled down by the guard. Regardless, D-1048 attempted to attack the guard, successfully punching him. In retaliation, the guard used his baton to smash D-1048 several times in the face, causing D-1048 to cry out in pain. As the guard landed the last blow, D-1048s' vision finally went black. In the containment chamber, the admin had just finished interrogating Pinkie, when they both heard a loud and agonized yell, as well as the sounds of a struggle. Upon hearing it, Pinkies' ears went flat on her head as she looked around in a panic. As the sounds finally ceased after almost five minutes, Pinkie looked at the admin. "What... What was that?" she asked the admin. The admin looked thoughtfully at his 'phone' as he called it, before directing his gaze back to Pinkie. He stared at her, seeming lost in thought, until he nodded slightly. "That was the sound of a D-Class personnel needing some help from a certain SCP known as SCP-3526, he replied. "What do you mean? Pinkie inquired curiously. The admin smiled slightly. "I mean that a D-Class needs some help. From you," the admin said, rising from the table. "You, SCP-3526, are going to comfort a D-Class." He paused to look at Pinkie. "And you're going to start now." Author's Note Hey all, I worked my plot off for this one. It took a really long time. And I'm proud of it. But, I'd like to move on to a more serious topic. I would like to speak about depression. Depression is a horrible thing. Many of you have probably experienced it at some point in your life, and I know from experience what it feels like. You see, in this chapter, you read about D-1048, a.k.a. Hunter. But I need to tell you something. However, I do need to warn you that this part may be disturbing to some readers, as it does involve a very real experience. If you don't want to read it, please skip over the black lines of text. This chapter is actually based on my experiences with depression. Right now, I am in a good place, and I've gotten over depression, but it nearly ended with me committing suicide. This chapter, though I changed it to match the SCP theme, is a true story, other than the restraint. I did actually attempt to cut myself and nearly died doing so from blood loss. If it hadn't been for my brothers' adopted parents, I wouldn't be here, sharing this with you. And so, I want you all to know that whether or not you've combatted depression before, you all have something to live for. Don't let depression win. Remember that you are all loved and cared for. Remember that you have the support of everyone around you. Even I, sitting here and writing this, am rooting for you. Depression is an illness. And illnesses can be cured. Thanks for reading. Chapter 3Hunter awoke in a containment chamber. This had never happened before. He had woken up on hospital beds, in his cell, and even on the floor on a few occasions. But a containment chamber? "Heh. Maybe they're finally gonna terminate me," he said. If that was the case, he'd face whatever SCP was about to kill him with open arms. He stood up, practically gleeful at the prospect. He heard movement behind him. Turning with a smile, he finally laid eyes on the SCP in question, which turned out to be... "What? That can't be possible. You're a... You're Pinkie Pie!" he said, shocked. Pinkie tilted her head in confusion. "How do you know my name?" asked Pinkie. Hunter stared in amazement. He couldn't believe that his favourite pony from the Friendship Is Magic series was literally standing right in front of him! "Um... Are you ok?" she asked, a bit concerned. This wasn't the behaviour of normal bipedals, that was for sure. She approached cautiously, unsure if it was safe. Hunter watched her approach, before snatching her up in a surprise hug. "Oh my God, you're so damn adorable!" he said happily. Pinkie blinked in surprise at how tight the hug was. "And I thought I was the best hugger around!" Pinkie exclaimed, smiling despite herself. Hunter continued hugging her. His dream to be able to meet Pinkie Pie had actually come true, and in the SCP foundation, to boot. Not only that, but he could tell she was hugging him back. But the moment would be rudely interrupted by the sound of clapping and footsteps as the Head Admin walked in. "I didn't expect you two would get along so well! This is marvelous!" the admin said, still clapping rather sarcastically. "Sadly, however, this test is done, and you must part ways for a while." Hunter glared at the admin angrily. However, it wasn't him, but Pinkie, who spoke up. "Is that all I am to you? Somepony that you test your own kind on?" Pinkie asked, wiggling out of Hunters' grasp and walking angrily towards the admin, who looked a bit nervous. "You really think I'm just your plaything? Because I'm not!" she said, louder than before, trembling. "SCP-3526, I advise you to back off before we terminate you," stated the admin, an emotionless expression on his face. "No! I'm putting my hoof down!" said Pinkie. "I'm staying with him! Hunter picked up Pinkie again, supporting her weight with his arms. Her front hooves hung over his arms, and her back hooves were stretched out, but she still somehow managed to look angry. Hugging her tightly, Hunter spoke. "Admin, Sir... Pinkie has done something nobody else could. She has made me feel happiness," he said calmly. The admin thought about that for a moment, before speaking a bit more kindly. "Hunter... I'm only acting like this because I'm payed to. And I'm only separating you two because I have no choice," the admin said wih a sigh. He looked at Pinkie. "She's an SCP, Hunter. SCPs can't be with D-Class except for testing," he said, motioning towards Pinkie. "Especially when the SCP in question is a Keter-level." Hunter stared incredulously at the admin before laughing. "You... You actually think... You actually think that a... a pink pony could end the world?" he said, shaking wih such force from the laughter that he almost dropped Pinkie, who barely hung on. After a moment, Hunter recovered, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes away. He readjusted his hold on Pinkie, whom gratefully stopped holding herself up. "You must be a whole new level of stupid to think that," Hunter said. "And you know more than I do about SCP-3526?" the admin growled, shifting position. "Yep," Hunter stated. The admin stared at him skeptically. "You wanna learn all about what she can do? Sit down. Let's have an impromptu interview," said Hunter, putting down Pinkie and seating himself. Raising an eyebrow, the admin did as well. "I'll tell you everything you need to know." Author's Note Hey all, I know this chapter seemed rushed. But I have a reason for it! It's because I actually did part of it last night (Eastern Time), which ended in me starting without being in the zone this morning. But the next chapter will be better, I swear! Anyway, I have this note here to ask your thoughts on it so far! What do you think about the admin? Is he purposely mean, or is he just doing his job? And don't just copy my answer. Why did Hunter and Pinkie become friends so soon? Do you think that's normal? What do you think will happen in the story? Why do you think that? And no, I'm not gonna use your ideas, I already have a plan. Tell me your thoughts in the comments! Chapter 4An hour later, Pinkie Pie was bored out of her mind. Hunter and the Admin were still talking about her. She was getting a bit annoyed because of it. She tried to occupy her time by making balloon animals, but it proved to be ineffective as there was nopony around to give them to. Other than the humans, that was, but she hardly thought they'd be interested. Eventually, it got to the point that she was twice as bored as the time when she had to sit and watch paint dry on a wall as a test to find the real her. Which made her think about what Hunter had said. "What? That can't be possible! You're a... You're Pinkie Pie!" How had he known her name? She had never seen anypony like him, let alone anypony walking on two legs! "SCP-3526, can you hear me? SCP-3526?" asked a voice. "Pinkie? Hey, Pinkie? You awake over there?" asked yet another voice. Deep in her thoughts, the voices passed through one ear and out the other. After a few moments, she was jolted awake by a pair of hands picking her up. "Huh! What? I'm listening!" she yelped, holding onto the hands with her front hooves. The owner of the hands laughed quietly. She shook her head to clear it. Standing in front of her was Admin, which meant that by logical assumption, Hunter had picked her up again. "You see, Sir? She didn't even notice us until I picked her up. She's harmless!" Hunter said triumphantly, holding her up high. Pinkie blinked. "I see that. That's why I've decided to allow you to bring her with you as a therapeutic solution to your... problem," Admin stated, smiling slightly. Pinkie felt like she was in shock. She couldn't believe it. Hunter had managed to convince Admin to let her stay with him! She began to tremble happily. Hunter, noticing this, placed her down. "Watch this," he said, winking at Admin while backing up a bit. Pinkie felt a huge smile grow on her face as her trembling began to actually move her up and down. With a final tremble, she shot into the air, a pink and sparkling trail following her as she did so. Upon reaching the roof, confetti shot everywhere with what sounded like an explosive firework. "Woohooooo!" she cried out happily, landing. She began bouncing around the room, joy filling her heart. Admin looked shocked at what he had just witnessed. He attempted to speak, struggling while he did so. "You... How... But... That shouldn't be possible, even for an SCP!" Admin stuttered. She bounced around Admin happily. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" she said, the words sounding like a rapid-fire machine gun as she spoke. "You're...You're welcome. D-1048, feel free to leave at any point to go back to your cell. There are two guards waiting for you whom are under orders to escort you there," said Admin, before leaving the room. Pinkie smiled as Hunter turned her towards him and lifted her up high. She was still sad about her friends not being there, but for now, she had a new friend. Maybe things would be alright, after all. Author's Note Hey all, Did anyone notice the reference to the actual MLP: FIM series I put in? If you did, tell me in the comments below. Anyway, I wanted to make this part all about Pinkie (Mainly about how adorable she is), so I made it through her eyes. I hope I made you go 'Awwww' with this chapter. So yeah. Thanks for reading! Chapter 52 Weeks Later Hunter was finally able to go back to D-Class Containment. Pinkie had really helped him out with his depression. Everytime he had thought about cutting himself again, Pinkie had always been there to cheer him up. Sometimes, it had been with a surprise party, sometimes it had been her jokes, and several times it had been when Pinkie snuggled into his arms. To Hunter, Pinkie was a hero, a lifesaver. But those two weeks of not being tested on and just being able to spend time with his favourite little pony were now over. He wasn't sure how Pinkie would feel if she knew he was being put in danger daily. Thankfully, he was only tested on the Safe SCPs, and although some of them were disturbing (SCP-1981 especially), they weren't that dangerous. Until he found out he was going to be interviewing SCP-035, that was. He looked at Pinkie, who was decorating his cell with party decorations, wondering how he should tell her. "Um... Pinkie. Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. "Oki Doki Loki!" Pinkie replied, jumping onto Hunters' lap and looking up at him. 'Oh, this is going to be impossible for me to tell her,' he thought sadly. "Hunter? What... What is it?" she asked, her smile disappearing, replaced by a worried look. "Well... Pinkie. You know how I test different objects?" he asked, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Yeeeeessss?" she asked, her head tilted. "You see, the ones I was tested on aren't the only ones. There are two other places that we haven't visited yet, filled with more dangerous objects," he said. Pinkie looked at him, a bit scared. "More... Dangerous?" she replied timidly. "Yes. I'm going to be talking to one of the most dangerous ones. It's a very creepy mask," he said, not wanting to tell Pinkie that he might die in the process, but knowing he had to. Pinkie stared at him with a pleading expression. He wanted to tell her that it was a joke, that he wasn't serious. He didn't want to make her cry after seeing her do so in the first movie. "And Pinkie... You need to know this. You deserve to," he said, swallowing again. Pinkie spoke, tears brimming in her eyes. "N-No... Please don't s-say it..." she whimpered, a hoof laying lightly on his chest. This was what he hadn't wanted to happen, but there was no going back now. "Pinkie... There's a chance I might die because of this object," he said quietly. Pinkies' usually puffy hair made a popping sound and went straight. Tears fell from her eyes. "I didn't want to tell you, Pinkie..." he said, stroking her back gently as he attempted to not cry himself. Pinkie simply curled up on his lap and began crying in earnest. The sound pulled at Hunters' heartstrings. "I... I'm sorry, Pinkie," he said. "You don't deserve this." A few hours later, some worse news came along. Hunter wouldn't be allowed to bring Pinkie in, as she wasn't understood enough to come in contact with SCP-035. He had agreed to not bring her, as he knew how dangerous this SCP was, and he didn't want Pinkie to be put in danger as well. She begged him to refuse to keep her out, but to no avail. And so, with a heavy heart, Hunter said goodbye to Pinkie. "Pinkie, I don't want to do this, either, but I can't say no," he said, holding Pinkies' front hooves in his hands. "Yes, yes you can! They can't force you to do it!" she cried out. Hunter sighed. "Pinkie, you see those black-armoured people over there? They can use their 'black sticks' as you call them and kill me. At least with the mask, I have a chance," he said. Pinkie collapsed against him, crying. Hunter held her up. She raised her head and looked at him. "Please... I don't want you to die," she said. Hunter smiled at her before letting go and going towards the already-opened door. He turned towards her. "I'll see you soon, Pinkie. I promise," he said. And with that, he walked into SCP-035s' containment chamber, where the mask in question awaited his arrival. Author's Note Hey all, I know I promised to do two chapters a day in a recent blog, but I had some real-life stuff to deal with. But that's been dealt with, and I'm back! Anyway, I wanted to add some tears to the blood and sweat that I made the story with, and here they are! This was meant to be an emotional chapter where Pinkie realized that good things can't last forever, and I think I succeeded. So let me know if you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading! Chapter 6It was so unfair. Pinkie watched as Hunter went into the room wih the mask. Tears were still streaming from her eyes, only made worse by the fact that she knew that her only friend might die. She jumped onto the desk near the observation glass, much to the annoyance of the human seated in a chair next to it. She leaned against the window, her snout and front hooves pressed against it. Suddenly, she heard a strange voice. "You're a new interrogator. Aren't people of your rank usually my host?" it asked. Pinkie assumed it was the mask talking. She heard Hunters' voice, strong and steady, speak. "Special case today. You get to be interviewed by someone of my rank," he said. "Oh goodie, this will be interesting! Why don't you tell me about what it's like being a D-Class?" the mask said, leaning forward. "I got a special somepony waiting for me out there, so cut the small talk. I wanna get this done quickly," Hunter said bluntly. Pinkie felt fresh tears fall as she heard those words being said, along with a slight blush. She had never been called a 'special somepony' before, and even though she knew he probably didn't mean it romantically, it still left her with butterflies in her stomach. "How rude! I try to have a conversation, and you interrupt me? Give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you right now," it said, the room flashing as it leaned forward threateningly. Pinkie accidentally cried out in fear, pressing her body against the glass as if she could just phase through it to get to Hunter. Several humans gave her a strange look. She looked around at them. "Well? Somepony do something! Help him!" she cried out unhappily. Receiving no response, she turned back to the glass, silently praying for Hunter to be safe. Hunter was scared. He didn't think that the mask would be this hostile towads him. He had to do something, and fast. "Look, I didn't mean it like that. I just have somepony watching that I promised something to, a promise to stay safe," he said, gesturing towards the window. "Oh, how cute," the mask said, leaning back. Crossing the arms of its' host, the mask stared at him for a moment. "Hmph. Fine. I'll let it slide for now," it said, dismissively waving a hand. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Ask your questions before I change my mind." Hunter breathed a sigh of relief. That had been too close for comfort. Pinkie saw the mask lean back and nigh collapsed with relief. Thank Celestia that Hunter was safe. She heard Hunter speak, her ears perking up. "Ok, so I need to ask you some questions about your past, according to this piece of paper," he said, picking up the paper in question. "Yes, yes, I noticed, now hurry up. You're boring me, and when I get bored, I get annoyed," the mask said. 'That mask sounds like Discord, back when he wasn't reformed,' Pinkie thought. "Ok, ok. First question... Do you consider yourself a living organism?" Hunter asked, beginning a long stream of questions, which lasted for several hours. Author's Note Hey all, A bit late with this one, and I know the end of the chapter wasn't a cliffhanger, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Did you know that we're near the end of the fanfic? Feels pretty strange, to be honest. And maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of a series. I'll let you know if I decide to make it a series at the end of the book, so look forward to that. So thanks for reading! If you have anything to say about this fic, comment it, and I'll see you later.
ProloguePinkie Pie had just finished working at Sugarcube Corner. Bouncing around as usual, she closed up shop for the day and whizzed off to the Castle of Friendship to help Twilight with her brand-new spell. Twilight had told her that even she didn't know what would happen when the spell was used, but Pinkie didn't really mind that. 'After all, I just want to help my friends!' Pinkie thought happily. 'And I'm sure nothing bad will happen, Twilight always knows what she's doing!' She gave a giggle and continued bouncing to the castle, giving a balloon to a sad-looking foal along the way. "Pinkie, are you sure you want to do this?" Twilight asked, looking rather concerned. "I don't know what the spell will do, or if it'll have any consequences. It could be really dangerous!" The rest of Pinkies' friends all nodded in agreement, except for Rainbow, whom spoke with a look of excitement on her face. "But I bet it'll be really cool!" The other ponies, except for Pinkie, all glared at Rainbow. Rainbow glanced around at her friends' faces sheepishly. "I mean... Yeah, it's really dangerous, Pinkie! You really shouldn't do it!" Rainbow said, trying to cover for her statement. The others turned their attention back to Pinkie Pie, whom giggled happily. "Awww, girls, you don't have to worry about me! I'll be fine! Let Twilight do her spell," Pinkie said, a huge smile on her face. "Go on, Twilight! And maybe if it works, I can throw a super awesome Twilight-Found-A-New-Spell-And-It-Works party! Ooh, I can hardly wait to start planning!" Pinkie bounced in place, anxious to begin. Her friends looked anxious, Twilight especially, but Twilight began her spell anyway. Pinkie felt a tickling sensation, and started giggling uncontrollably, squeezing her eyes shut. As the spell finished, Pinkie felt a weird rushing feeling, which finally stopped after a few moments. "Ooh, Girls, did it work, did it, did it?!?!?" Pinkie asked, giggling again, her eyes still closed tightly. To her surprise, there was no answer. "Um... Girls? Do you know if it worked? Do you?" Pinkie asked, again to no avail. Opening her eyes, she took in her surroundings, wondering where she was. She felt slightly worried. "Girls? Twilight? Dashie? AJ? Where are you?" she called out. There was no answer. Pinkie opened the door to the room she was in, peeking out. There was a long, clean white hallway in front of her, but still no sign of her friends. Pinkie looked around, frightened. Her ears went back on her head, as she called out again. "GIRLS? TWILIIIIIIIIGHT? DASHIIIIEEE? AAAAAJJJJJJ? WHERE ARE YOU? DID THE SPELL WORK? CAN YOU HEAR ME? IS THIS SOME KIND OF PRANK?" she called, a note of uneasiness in her voice. When there was no answer, Pinkie began to tremble. Tears filled her eyes as she realized she was entirely alone. She curled up. "G-Girls? Wh-Where are you?" she whispered. She looked around once more, before beginning to tremble again. "Th-This isn't funny..." Pinkie whispered, softly crying. She looked up at the bare and unwelcoming hallway before her. "This isn't funny at all..." Author's Note Hey all, I'm not sure if I did this part well, but I tried extremely hard to provide as much detail in the story as I could within a reasonable amount of words, as well as making the reader, a.k.a. you, feel the same way as Pinkie did. So yeah. I just wanted to tell you that. Hope you enjoyed and I hope you stick with me. This story means a lot to me since this is my first self-insert, a thing I only do with stories that I care about a lot. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 1Pinkie, having cried herself to sleep, didn't realize that two bipedal creatures, one in black armour, the other in a white lab coat, were staring down at her. "Sergeant, what is that thing?" the one in white asked. "I don't know. That's why I called the admin to provide their input," replied the Sergeant. "When will the admin representative arrive?" asked the white-clothed bipedal. "Now," said the Sergeant, motioning towards the end of the hallway. A black-suited bipedal walked towards the two with a steady stride. As he reached the end of the hallway, he looked at the pink mare before him. "Do I even want to know what escaped Containment?" he asked rhetorically. "Sir, this thing was never in Containment. Neither I nor the Head Scientist here know what it is. We decided to call you, just in case," the Sergeant stated, staring straight ahead as he spoke. The black-suited bipedal, whom the Sergeant had called an admin, stroked his chin in thought. He turned to the scientist. "And you've never seen this thing before?" he asked. "No, we haven't. I'd like permission to study it for a while, however. Myself and my research team will find out if it's dangerous quite easily," replied the scientist. The admin thought about it for a while before responding. "Take it to an empty containment cell, preferably an isolated one. Once it wakes up, contact me again. I need to interrogate it. If it seems dangerous, we'll give it a designation and a location to be contained in the HCZ," the admin said. "And if it isn't dangerous? You can't be thinking of releasing it," the scientist asked, looking concerned. "First off, you don't have clearance to know that information, and secondly-" began the Sergeant, before being interrupted by the admin. "Sergeant, stand down. It's just a security concern that the scientist is worried about. And rightfully so. He has the clearance to know about security protocols," the admin said. "That's bullshit," stated the Sergeant. "Scientists were never supposed to know about security protocols, that was only ever supposed to concern SD and MTF." "Sergeant, I ordered you to stand down. And watch your language when you're around me," growled the admin, glaring at the Sergeant. "Besides, scientists with Level 3 security clearance, like the Head Scientist, have more clearance than you do wih an L1 card. Keep that in mind before you try to bring up that rule again." The Sergeant sighed, obviously unable to argue the point any further. "Yes, Sir," he replied. "Now. To answer your question, Head ScD, no, we won't be releasing it. We'll simply contain it in the MCZ wih the other Euclids," said the admin to the scientist. "And will my team and I still have clearance to research the anomaly, as well as perform basic D-Class testing with it, even if it is classified as a Keter-level SCP?" asked the scientist. "If it's classified as Euclid, only scientists with L2 clearance or higher will be able to perform testing. If it's classified as Keter, only personnel with L3 clearance or higher can perform testing," the admin replied. "However, in both cases, you will have permission from the AD to study and research the results of testing with your entire team, L1 holders included." The scientist thought for a moment before nodding. "Sergeant, take the anomaly to the isolated containment cell as I asked. I have other business to attend to at the moment, and we don't know when the anomaly will arouse itself, so hurry up," the admin stated, walking off. "ScD, the least you can do is help me out," the Sergeant said. The scientist sighed, nodding, as he approached Pinkie, whom had no idea about what the future had in store for her. She slept peacefully, but it wouldn't be for long. Her new reality awaited her. Author's Note Hey all, I know this part wasn't all about Pinkie, but I'm trying to build the secondary characters so that they aren't entirely unrelatable. Like I said before, I care about this story. Which is why it's having a start that doesn't match the theme. Besides, it'd be a bit confusing if I just started with Pinkie in Containment. You'd have no idea how she got there. Also, there isn't a Profanity tag only because it specifically states for that tag that stories with a LOT of well-agreed upon profanity should have this tag, and I don't plan on using profanity a lot. Lastly, the story is rated teen because I wanted to be cautious about what I might put in. For instance, there may be a good amount of death, but I haven't gotten that far yet. Anyway, please understand that the next chapters will be more attuned to the theme, although I still have to build my characters' personality. Please don't rate unfairly, and I really mean it this time. The story isn't complete yet, and it really sucks when you dislike it because of the first chapters. So instead of disliking it, or even liking it, just tell me what you think in the comments. I'll be publishing new chapters as soon as I can write them. I hope you enjoyed it this far, and I look forward to seeing your feedback!
Chapter 2Pinkie woke up in an entirely different place than before. Instead of the pristine hallway, she was now in a dark, musty room. She wasn't sure what happened. "Where am I?" Pinkie asked nopony in particular, confused. She stood up, exploring the room. The room was quite bare, with the exception of a table and two chairs. The walls were as smooth as glass, and were coloured a bright white. There was a single door leading out, but when Pinkie tried to push or pull it open, it wouldn't budge. "Hello? Can anypony hear me? Please let me out!" Pinkie called. Abruptly, the door opened, almost hitting her muzzle. Pinkie jumped back with a squeak of shock. A towering and black-suited figure walked in, the door closing behind it. "Hello, anomaly. Let's have a nice chat, shall we?" the figure said, looking down at her. Far away from Pinkie Pie, D-1048 was going through another wave of depression for the third time this week. Depression had always been a problem with him, even before he became a D-Class personnel, but it was especially bad now. Ever since he had been brought here, he hadn't been allowed any contact with his loved ones, nor had they been allowed any contact with him. 'Not that it matters... They hated me anyway.' he thought miserably. 'I'd be better off dead. It'd make life more enjoyable for everyone.' It wasn't the first time these thoughts had occurred, and it definitely wouldn't be the last. In fact, if he had been given anything to kill himself with, he'd have done it by now. But for now, this piece of metal would do. He used the sharpest side of the metal to cut into his forearm. As he watched the blood slowly trickle downwards, he reflected on the thought that he was too much of a coward to just end it all. 'Noone would care if I died. But I can't make myself do it. I don't have a strong enough will.' he thought bitterly, slicing his forearm again. "God, I'm such a coward!" he said out loud. As his thoughts continued, he cut himself repeatedly, with slow, mechanic strokes. A small puddle of blood began to gather at his feet. A medical personnel, looking in on him, noticed his actions and instantaneously called a guard, whom immediately unlocked the door and barged in with his police baton out. "D-1048! Cease your actions immediately!" the guard yelled. D-1048 looked tiredly up at the guard. "Why should I? It's not like anyone cares," he said, continuing. "Cease your actions, or I will have to restrain you!" the guard said, coming closer, baton at the ready. "Go on, then. Kill me. God knows I can't do it myself," D-1048 said, not pausing for a second. "This is your third and final warning. Cease your actions, or I will restrain you," the guard said. "Please, Hunter. You still have so much to live for. Stop hurting yourself," the doctor said, trying to reason with D-1048. D-1048 stayed silent, regardless of the use of his actual name, cutting himself even more. "I will restrain you!" roared the guard. "WELL, WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING DO IT, THEN!" yelled D-1048, getting into the guards' face. The guard reacted exactly how he was supposed to. D-1048 was tackled down by the guard. Regardless, D-1048 attempted to attack the guard, successfully punching him. In retaliation, the guard used his baton to smash D-1048 several times in the face, causing D-1048 to cry out in pain. As the guard landed the last blow, D-1048s' vision finally went black. In the containment chamber, the admin had just finished interrogating Pinkie, when they both heard a loud and agonized yell, as well as the sounds of a struggle. Upon hearing it, Pinkies' ears went flat on her head as she looked around in a panic. As the sounds finally ceased after almost five minutes, Pinkie looked at the admin. "What... What was that?" she asked the admin. The admin looked thoughtfully at his 'phone' as he called it, before directing his gaze back to Pinkie. He stared at her, seeming lost in thought, until he nodded slightly. "That was the sound of a D-Class personnel needing some help from a certain SCP known as SCP-3526, he replied. "What do you mean? Pinkie inquired curiously. The admin smiled slightly. "I mean that a D-Class needs some help. From you," the admin said, rising from the table. "You, SCP-3526, are going to comfort a D-Class." He paused to look at Pinkie. "And you're going to start now." Author's Note Hey all, I worked my plot off for this one. It took a really long time. And I'm proud of it. But, I'd like to move on to a more serious topic. I would like to speak about depression. Depression is a horrible thing. Many of you have probably experienced it at some point in your life, and I know from experience what it feels like. You see, in this chapter, you read about D-1048, a.k.a. Hunter. But I need to tell you something. However, I do need to warn you that this part may be disturbing to some readers, as it does involve a very real experience. If you don't want to read it, please skip over the black lines of text. This chapter is actually based on my experiences with depression. Right now, I am in a good place, and I've gotten over depression, but it nearly ended with me committing suicide. This chapter, though I changed it to match the SCP theme, is a true story, other than the restraint. I did actually attempt to cut myself and nearly died doing so from blood loss. If it hadn't been for my brothers' adopted parents, I wouldn't be here, sharing this with you. And so, I want you all to know that whether or not you've combatted depression before, you all have something to live for. Don't let depression win. Remember that you are all loved and cared for. Remember that you have the support of everyone around you. Even I, sitting here and writing this, am rooting for you. Depression is an illness. And illnesses can be cured. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 3Hunter awoke in a containment chamber. This had never happened before. He had woken up on hospital beds, in his cell, and even on the floor on a few occasions. But a containment chamber? "Heh. Maybe they're finally gonna terminate me," he said. If that was the case, he'd face whatever SCP was about to kill him with open arms. He stood up, practically gleeful at the prospect. He heard movement behind him. Turning with a smile, he finally laid eyes on the SCP in question, which turned out to be... "What? That can't be possible. You're a... You're Pinkie Pie!" he said, shocked. Pinkie tilted her head in confusion. "How do you know my name?" asked Pinkie. Hunter stared in amazement. He couldn't believe that his favourite pony from the Friendship Is Magic series was literally standing right in front of him! "Um... Are you ok?" she asked, a bit concerned. This wasn't the behaviour of normal bipedals, that was for sure. She approached cautiously, unsure if it was safe. Hunter watched her approach, before snatching her up in a surprise hug. "Oh my God, you're so damn adorable!" he said happily. Pinkie blinked in surprise at how tight the hug was. "And I thought I was the best hugger around!" Pinkie exclaimed, smiling despite herself. Hunter continued hugging her. His dream to be able to meet Pinkie Pie had actually come true, and in the SCP foundation, to boot. Not only that, but he could tell she was hugging him back. But the moment would be rudely interrupted by the sound of clapping and footsteps as the Head Admin walked in. "I didn't expect you two would get along so well! This is marvelous!" the admin said, still clapping rather sarcastically. "Sadly, however, this test is done, and you must part ways for a while." Hunter glared at the admin angrily. However, it wasn't him, but Pinkie, who spoke up. "Is that all I am to you? Somepony that you test your own kind on?" Pinkie asked, wiggling out of Hunters' grasp and walking angrily towards the admin, who looked a bit nervous. "You really think I'm just your plaything? Because I'm not!" she said, louder than before, trembling. "SCP-3526, I advise you to back off before we terminate you," stated the admin, an emotionless expression on his face. "No! I'm putting my hoof down!" said Pinkie. "I'm staying with him! Hunter picked up Pinkie again, supporting her weight with his arms. Her front hooves hung over his arms, and her back hooves were stretched out, but she still somehow managed to look angry. Hugging her tightly, Hunter spoke. "Admin, Sir... Pinkie has done something nobody else could. She has made me feel happiness," he said calmly. The admin thought about that for a moment, before speaking a bit more kindly. "Hunter... I'm only acting like this because I'm payed to. And I'm only separating you two because I have no choice," the admin said wih a sigh. He looked at Pinkie. "She's an SCP, Hunter. SCPs can't be with D-Class except for testing," he said, motioning towards Pinkie. "Especially when the SCP in question is a Keter-level." Hunter stared incredulously at the admin before laughing. "You... You actually think... You actually think that a... a pink pony could end the world?" he said, shaking wih such force from the laughter that he almost dropped Pinkie, who barely hung on. After a moment, Hunter recovered, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes away. He readjusted his hold on Pinkie, whom gratefully stopped holding herself up. "You must be a whole new level of stupid to think that," Hunter said. "And you know more than I do about SCP-3526?" the admin growled, shifting position. "Yep," Hunter stated. The admin stared at him skeptically. "You wanna learn all about what she can do? Sit down. Let's have an impromptu interview," said Hunter, putting down Pinkie and seating himself. Raising an eyebrow, the admin did as well. "I'll tell you everything you need to know." Author's Note Hey all, I know this chapter seemed rushed. But I have a reason for it! It's because I actually did part of it last night (Eastern Time), which ended in me starting without being in the zone this morning. But the next chapter will be better, I swear! Anyway, I have this note here to ask your thoughts on it so far! What do you think about the admin? Is he purposely mean, or is he just doing his job? And don't just copy my answer. Why did Hunter and Pinkie become friends so soon? Do you think that's normal? What do you think will happen in the story? Why do you think that? And no, I'm not gonna use your ideas, I already have a plan. Tell me your thoughts in the comments!
Chapter 4An hour later, Pinkie Pie was bored out of her mind. Hunter and the Admin were still talking about her. She was getting a bit annoyed because of it. She tried to occupy her time by making balloon animals, but it proved to be ineffective as there was nopony around to give them to. Other than the humans, that was, but she hardly thought they'd be interested. Eventually, it got to the point that she was twice as bored as the time when she had to sit and watch paint dry on a wall as a test to find the real her. Which made her think about what Hunter had said. "What? That can't be possible! You're a... You're Pinkie Pie!" How had he known her name? She had never seen anypony like him, let alone anypony walking on two legs! "SCP-3526, can you hear me? SCP-3526?" asked a voice. "Pinkie? Hey, Pinkie? You awake over there?" asked yet another voice. Deep in her thoughts, the voices passed through one ear and out the other. After a few moments, she was jolted awake by a pair of hands picking her up. "Huh! What? I'm listening!" she yelped, holding onto the hands with her front hooves. The owner of the hands laughed quietly. She shook her head to clear it. Standing in front of her was Admin, which meant that by logical assumption, Hunter had picked her up again. "You see, Sir? She didn't even notice us until I picked her up. She's harmless!" Hunter said triumphantly, holding her up high. Pinkie blinked. "I see that. That's why I've decided to allow you to bring her with you as a therapeutic solution to your... problem," Admin stated, smiling slightly. Pinkie felt like she was in shock. She couldn't believe it. Hunter had managed to convince Admin to let her stay with him! She began to tremble happily. Hunter, noticing this, placed her down. "Watch this," he said, winking at Admin while backing up a bit. Pinkie felt a huge smile grow on her face as her trembling began to actually move her up and down. With a final tremble, she shot into the air, a pink and sparkling trail following her as she did so. Upon reaching the roof, confetti shot everywhere with what sounded like an explosive firework. "Woohooooo!" she cried out happily, landing. She began bouncing around the room, joy filling her heart. Admin looked shocked at what he had just witnessed. He attempted to speak, struggling while he did so. "You... How... But... That shouldn't be possible, even for an SCP!" Admin stuttered. She bounced around Admin happily. "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" she said, the words sounding like a rapid-fire machine gun as she spoke. "You're...You're welcome. D-1048, feel free to leave at any point to go back to your cell. There are two guards waiting for you whom are under orders to escort you there," said Admin, before leaving the room. Pinkie smiled as Hunter turned her towards him and lifted her up high. She was still sad about her friends not being there, but for now, she had a new friend. Maybe things would be alright, after all. Author's Note Hey all, Did anyone notice the reference to the actual MLP: FIM series I put in? If you did, tell me in the comments below. Anyway, I wanted to make this part all about Pinkie (Mainly about how adorable she is), so I made it through her eyes. I hope I made you go 'Awwww' with this chapter. So yeah. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 52 Weeks Later Hunter was finally able to go back to D-Class Containment. Pinkie had really helped him out with his depression. Everytime he had thought about cutting himself again, Pinkie had always been there to cheer him up. Sometimes, it had been with a surprise party, sometimes it had been her jokes, and several times it had been when Pinkie snuggled into his arms. To Hunter, Pinkie was a hero, a lifesaver. But those two weeks of not being tested on and just being able to spend time with his favourite little pony were now over. He wasn't sure how Pinkie would feel if she knew he was being put in danger daily. Thankfully, he was only tested on the Safe SCPs, and although some of them were disturbing (SCP-1981 especially), they weren't that dangerous. Until he found out he was going to be interviewing SCP-035, that was. He looked at Pinkie, who was decorating his cell with party decorations, wondering how he should tell her. "Um... Pinkie. Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. "Oki Doki Loki!" Pinkie replied, jumping onto Hunters' lap and looking up at him. 'Oh, this is going to be impossible for me to tell her,' he thought sadly. "Hunter? What... What is it?" she asked, her smile disappearing, replaced by a worried look. "Well... Pinkie. You know how I test different objects?" he asked, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "Yeeeeessss?" she asked, her head tilted. "You see, the ones I was tested on aren't the only ones. There are two other places that we haven't visited yet, filled with more dangerous objects," he said. Pinkie looked at him, a bit scared. "More... Dangerous?" she replied timidly. "Yes. I'm going to be talking to one of the most dangerous ones. It's a very creepy mask," he said, not wanting to tell Pinkie that he might die in the process, but knowing he had to. Pinkie stared at him with a pleading expression. He wanted to tell her that it was a joke, that he wasn't serious. He didn't want to make her cry after seeing her do so in the first movie. "And Pinkie... You need to know this. You deserve to," he said, swallowing again. Pinkie spoke, tears brimming in her eyes. "N-No... Please don't s-say it..." she whimpered, a hoof laying lightly on his chest. This was what he hadn't wanted to happen, but there was no going back now. "Pinkie... There's a chance I might die because of this object," he said quietly. Pinkies' usually puffy hair made a popping sound and went straight. Tears fell from her eyes. "I didn't want to tell you, Pinkie..." he said, stroking her back gently as he attempted to not cry himself. Pinkie simply curled up on his lap and began crying in earnest. The sound pulled at Hunters' heartstrings. "I... I'm sorry, Pinkie," he said. "You don't deserve this." A few hours later, some worse news came along. Hunter wouldn't be allowed to bring Pinkie in, as she wasn't understood enough to come in contact with SCP-035. He had agreed to not bring her, as he knew how dangerous this SCP was, and he didn't want Pinkie to be put in danger as well. She begged him to refuse to keep her out, but to no avail. And so, with a heavy heart, Hunter said goodbye to Pinkie. "Pinkie, I don't want to do this, either, but I can't say no," he said, holding Pinkies' front hooves in his hands. "Yes, yes you can! They can't force you to do it!" she cried out. Hunter sighed. "Pinkie, you see those black-armoured people over there? They can use their 'black sticks' as you call them and kill me. At least with the mask, I have a chance," he said. Pinkie collapsed against him, crying. Hunter held her up. She raised her head and looked at him. "Please... I don't want you to die," she said. Hunter smiled at her before letting go and going towards the already-opened door. He turned towards her. "I'll see you soon, Pinkie. I promise," he said. And with that, he walked into SCP-035s' containment chamber, where the mask in question awaited his arrival. Author's Note Hey all, I know I promised to do two chapters a day in a recent blog, but I had some real-life stuff to deal with. But that's been dealt with, and I'm back! Anyway, I wanted to add some tears to the blood and sweat that I made the story with, and here they are! This was meant to be an emotional chapter where Pinkie realized that good things can't last forever, and I think I succeeded. So let me know if you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading!
Chapter 6It was so unfair. Pinkie watched as Hunter went into the room wih the mask. Tears were still streaming from her eyes, only made worse by the fact that she knew that her only friend might die. She jumped onto the desk near the observation glass, much to the annoyance of the human seated in a chair next to it. She leaned against the window, her snout and front hooves pressed against it. Suddenly, she heard a strange voice. "You're a new interrogator. Aren't people of your rank usually my host?" it asked. Pinkie assumed it was the mask talking. She heard Hunters' voice, strong and steady, speak. "Special case today. You get to be interviewed by someone of my rank," he said. "Oh goodie, this will be interesting! Why don't you tell me about what it's like being a D-Class?" the mask said, leaning forward. "I got a special somepony waiting for me out there, so cut the small talk. I wanna get this done quickly," Hunter said bluntly. Pinkie felt fresh tears fall as she heard those words being said, along with a slight blush. She had never been called a 'special somepony' before, and even though she knew he probably didn't mean it romantically, it still left her with butterflies in her stomach. "How rude! I try to have a conversation, and you interrupt me? Give me one reason why I shouldn't just kill you right now," it said, the room flashing as it leaned forward threateningly. Pinkie accidentally cried out in fear, pressing her body against the glass as if she could just phase through it to get to Hunter. Several humans gave her a strange look. She looked around at them. "Well? Somepony do something! Help him!" she cried out unhappily. Receiving no response, she turned back to the glass, silently praying for Hunter to be safe. Hunter was scared. He didn't think that the mask would be this hostile towads him. He had to do something, and fast. "Look, I didn't mean it like that. I just have somepony watching that I promised something to, a promise to stay safe," he said, gesturing towards the window. "Oh, how cute," the mask said, leaning back. Crossing the arms of its' host, the mask stared at him for a moment. "Hmph. Fine. I'll let it slide for now," it said, dismissively waving a hand. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today. Ask your questions before I change my mind." Hunter breathed a sigh of relief. That had been too close for comfort. Pinkie saw the mask lean back and nigh collapsed with relief. Thank Celestia that Hunter was safe. She heard Hunter speak, her ears perking up. "Ok, so I need to ask you some questions about your past, according to this piece of paper," he said, picking up the paper in question. "Yes, yes, I noticed, now hurry up. You're boring me, and when I get bored, I get annoyed," the mask said. 'That mask sounds like Discord, back when he wasn't reformed,' Pinkie thought. "Ok, ok. First question... Do you consider yourself a living organism?" Hunter asked, beginning a long stream of questions, which lasted for several hours. Author's Note Hey all, A bit late with this one, and I know the end of the chapter wasn't a cliffhanger, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Did you know that we're near the end of the fanfic? Feels pretty strange, to be honest. And maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of a series. I'll let you know if I decide to make it a series at the end of the book, so look forward to that. So thanks for reading! If you have anything to say about this fic, comment it, and I'll see you later.
