Awoken

Awoken - Entry Six

Entry Six

Day Four

This isn't my home. I'm leaving. I gathered some basic materials, and I'm going to leave tonight. I'm going to dive off the receiving bay and fly away. I'll continue this entry later if I make it out safely, but if I don't make it, I never wanted this. I want to be normal. I want to burn my transgressions away. I want a normal life. I have awoken from this false life. I'm taking back control.

I made it. Thank Celestia I made it. Perfect weather today, nice and foggy. I need somewhere to live. I see what I believe is Ponyville ahead. I'm going to go there and see who can help me. I should go get cleaned up first, don't want to be covered in blood when I meet everypony, do I?

I walked into Ponyville and was nearly scared out of my skin by a poofy pink pony, who's name is apparently Pinkie Pie. She offered to help me and give me a place to stay and work for now. I just have to handle carrying sacks of flour and other various sacks of cooking materials. I get two bits an hour to start, and then if I continue to do good, I get five bits an hour.

Just as I was finishing my last paragraph, I heard a scream and went to check it out. Mr. Cake, Pinkie's father, cut himself on a knife. I should probably mention that at the factory, they all gave us medical training. We were all required to pass a two year medical course and get a certificate. I patched him up in about twenty seconds. Simple job, I've seen deeper cuts. He'll live, but his hoof might be sore for a while.

I found my shadow is still following me. I'm not letting it harm any of this family. And apparently, Pinkie has a mirror room. A room made of mirrors. Perfect. I got a few knives and some protection, and am going to live there for a while until I can kill it. I told Pinkie about the shadow when she asked why I asked for the mirror room, and she kinda flipped out and threw a random object at something and hit it. Turns out, Pinkie can see the shadow. She looks hella pissed, and I think my shadow is going to be where she takes it out. I really don't want to know what she'll do if she catches my shadow. I'm now marginally more scared of pissed off Pinkie then I am of my Shadow. I'd rather be killed by my shadow than by Pinkie.

I just discovered something. At the factory, there was an old story about a worker who escaped. Worker 103. I was looking at Pinkie and I noticed it. She has a worker mark and number carved into her hoof. Pinkie Pie is worker 103. I thought those stories were just legend. I've seen the workers records, and no record exists for any number below 110. I told Pinkie where I was from, and she asked me if I knew 909. I knew her, but not well. Pinkie looked really relieved to hear she was still alive, and hugged me with enough force to break any wall. She seems happy now, and I think I've made my first friend. I'm running out of room on this page, I'm going to continue this in entry seven.