"Still don't get it, huh?" It asked.

"Get what?!"

It shrugged, now pacing around the room. "God, you remember that day? That was probably the bloodiest day we've encountered. She was terrified of us, you know. Running out there, calling the cops on us. Crazy shit, huh? Now look at us. I think that's the most memorable day for me."

I shook my head. "The fuck are you talking about?"

"You remember the day fondly, don't you? The day you killed your father."

My breathing stopped.

"Or, well, the day we killed your father."

"The fuck do you mean?" I asked angrily, not having a fun time remembering the details of that day.

"God, I remember that feeling. Your rage, your anger, just surging up through you. You remember when you screamed, right? That wasn't you. You know, after all this time, that's been the only thing I've been ever able to say until now. Just a low, demonic yell. You didn't think anything weird of it, huh?"

I shook my head, pointing my finger at it. "Y-You're a fucking demon or some shit!"

"What? Me? No. Though, consider me a guiding force. I like to push things in a general direction from time to time. And god has it been boring without anyone to talk to. I mean, after all those days of speaking without anyone listening, you'd think I'm crazy! But, now look at me, all real. Well, mostly-" It said, waving it's hand through it's body. "Close enough."

I looked up at the ceiling. Was I really going insane? Perhaps I was. Perhaps this was another method of torture. Perhaps I was still locked up in that chair, being fed delusional thoughts to see if I might buy into it. Would Tarbo do something like that? Abso-fucking-lutely.

"You know, those little ponies I've really gotta' thank. Their.. let's say, magical essence, has leaked off of them and into you. And, from you, into me. And now I'm here! I can finally move around and stuff, like a real person. It's quite odd though. Instead of seeing everything at once, I can only see it from my, also known as your, perspective. It's flawed, really."

"Jesus christ get me out of here-"

Twilight's POV

After some experiments in the living room, I've obtained almost full power.

How? I have no idea. I can't go into research as I don't have the tools necessary for it. The only thing that isn't available? Long range teleportation, funnily enough. The one thing that got me stuck here in the first place. But everything from magic-blasts, to shield generation, to even things like flight are finally back.

Starlight was busy doing.. well, nothing really. She was sitting in the corner of the room, staring blankly at the floor. I had apologized to her earlier, but she simply brushed it off with a smile. I knew it was more serious than that, but honestly, after all we've been through she's upset at something as simple as that? It's a little aggravating, but I don't hold it against her. I've adapted better than she has.

Something weird pulsed from Rex's room earlier as well. A magic pulse, to be exact. I could feel the shift in the room, and I immediately went to check it out, only to find... nothing? I was confused, but I didn't question it. We were all quite tired from the little event that we had today.

The one thing I do know is that we can't stay here for long.

Tarbo know's exactly where we went, I'm sure of it. He's not dumb, and he is probably sending people here right now to get us. Whether for capture, or to kill, is the question. Either way, I'm not sticking around and letting Starlight, Rex, or me get hurt. From the energy I used to teleport here, I can determine that it's atleast a day or two away in distance. That gives us today, but we need to move tomorrow.

Will Rex be okay to move tomorrow? I don't know.

I'm thinking about putting him into a medical stasis like I did before. It'll definitely help fix anything that might've gotten hurt from the electricity, but at the cost of him not being with us for that duration. He'd be in a coma, and we'd be down a person. As much as I don't like it, him staying awake with us will even our odds of survival.

Atleast, from a statistical standpoint.

Rex has done so much for me and Starlight. He took me in when I was scared and helpless, and taught me a lot of things. He says he's only the 'handyman' and doesn't know much about other stuff, but that would discredit his ability. He's built mechanical turrets! Even with a blueprint, that's pretty good. And, he's always been nice. He's rough around the edges, but I understand why.

He hasn't had a good upbringing like I, or Starlight have had. He knows the rough way of life, and it's benefited him in the worst way possible. How so? Well, he's able to live here because he went through hardship. The worst part is, he went through that rough life when he was young. The things that happened to him are inexcusable.

Also, when we got our new rooms, I was at odds. Sleeping in a room without Rex in it felt...

Wrong.

I can't explain it. I can't put my tongue on it- but there's something in my head bashing me over and over again with... something. I want to know what it is, but I don't think I'll ever know what it is. It's definitely magical, or... maybe not? I don't know! I'm a scientist, not a... scienis- whatever!

Point is, I'm confused.

I think I know what it is, and what it might be trying to say, but it just seems so far off. It seems impossible to me to even think that it might be a possibility. But, I guess, I should consider it as a possibility. Even at the worst of times, such as what's happening right now, I should take it into account.

Do I..?

Heh.. I'm sure you can guess my question.

Author's Note

Short chapter
hard day
feel like poopoo
heres some more... world buildi- shit idk