Deadpool: Equestria's Daddy

Spikey was being wheeled down a dark hallway, two guys pushing the hospital bed along it. The merc looked around, all he saw were the two guys, darkness, and the occasional light above him.

When the two guys stopped, Spikey looked to his left and saw the guy he met in the bar, Agent K.

“Spikey, so glad you reconsidered.” The agent said.

However, Spikey’s reply was short and simply, “Look, I’m not interested in joining so super-cock boy band. I just want you to do right by me, so I can do right by someone else.”

Agent K replied, “Of course.” He nodded at the two guys, they wheeled Spikey through the door beside them.

“Please don’t make wear a cape.” Spikey shouted back to him. “Or really short shorts.”

As Spikey was being wheeled through the room, he looked around; he didn’t really like what he was seeing. Some people were strapped to hospital beds, others were in cages; in one of the cages, there was a guy standing behind the bars, his whole body was on fire.

He looked to his right, and Spikey saw a doctor working with a patient; the doctor was injecting him in the back, while the rest of his back was covered in spikes.

The two guys came to a stop when they reached where they were going. The wheeled Spikey to the side of a surgical table, they lifted him onto it; Spikey stated, “My first request is warmer hands.” The dropped him onto the table, “And god, definitely a warmer table.” The two guys began strapped him down, Spikey couldn’t help but make jokes, “Should we have a ‘safe word’? I’m think ‘berries and cream’.”

When the two guys walked away, someone else walked over to the table; a woman. A woman with pink hair, white skin; wearing tight black jeans, and black crop top. When she heard Spikey talking, she covered his mouth with her hand; “Please be quiet, the doctor is on his way.”

“Aren’t you a little too hot for a place like this?” Spikey asked, with the intent of being funny.

The girl was about to his him, but a voice stopped her, “Fleur, please. He’s a guest.” A man walked up to the table, dressed like a doctor; he looked down a t his latest patient and decided to introduce himself. “Welcome Spikey, my name is Ajax and will be your doctor today.”

“Do you have to say that every time to a new patient?” Spikey asked, now sounding confused.

Ajax just smiled at his question, “Tell me, do you know what a Meta-human is, Mr Spikey.”

Spikey pretended to think for a second and replied, “Is that a type of ice cream?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Fleur said as she put a strip of leather in his mouth to stop him talking. Ajax then pulled a test-tube out of his pocket, filled with a strange glowing blue liquid; he showed the liquid to Spikey.

“From what I understand, this is something called, ‘energon’. It created most those super-powered criminals that escaped from prison two weeks ago.” Ajax then poured the energon into a rubber pouch, hung on a metal pole; a drip. Ajax took the rubber tube connected to the drip and attached a needle onto the other end, he then stabbed the needle into Spikey’s arm.

“Ow!” Spikey muttered from under the gag.

Ajax replied, “Sorry, not sorry.” The blue liquid ran down the tube and into Spikey’s bloodstream, the merc struggled a little. “This liquid will activate any meta-genes in your system; unlocking any trace of super powers. Hard to say what you’ll end up with, the treatment affects everyone differently.”

Fleur stepped forward and Ajax explained, “For example, Fleur De Lis here, the energon enhanced her vocal cords; her scream can now smash through any solid wall or object, that’s why we sometimes call her ‘Shriek’. I’d give you any example, but we just had the windows washed.”

He looked back down at Spikey and said, “As for me, it amplified my mind; I can make anything move, happen or do anything I want, just by thinking about it.”

Spikey then muttered something from under the gag, Ajax was curious to know what he was saying; so he gave Fleur the okay to remove the gag. Once the leather was out of the way, Spikey could finally say what he wanted to say, “You have something in your teeth.”

Surprised by this, Ajax quickly checked the mirror; looking at his teeth, there was nothing there. Spikey then laughed, “Ha, ha; made you look.” Spikey turned his head and watched his ‘doctor’ start to walk away, “Hey, is Ajax your real name? Because it sounds kind of made up.”

The merc began trying to guess what his name was, “Is it Shaun, Simon, Nickolas?” He then thought of something funny to say, “Is it Basil Brush?” he then pretend to laugh, “Boom, boom.”

“You know, Spikey; the one thing that never survives this place, is a sense of humour.” Ajax explained.

Spikey replied, “We’ll see about that.”

“I guess we will.”

Ajax then nodded his head towards Shriek, she pulled Spikey’s hair back, and punched him in the nose; knocking him out.

“In order for the meta-genes in your system to work, we need primal instincts to activate them; and they only come whilst your stressed. So we’re gonna have to hurt you, Spikey; a lot.”

For an entire week, Ajax and Shriek spent the days, torturing and putting Spikey through conditions that would cause him stress or pain. And let’s just say, he was defiantly stressed out.

Monday

Spikey was dragged into a room by the same two guys that brought him to this place, he was wearing a hospital gown; that was until the two guys pulled it off him, leaving him naked. They left the room and locked the door behind them; leaving the merc alone in the metal room.

He suddenly heard Ajax’s voice from a speaker in the corner; the voice said, “Okay, this might sting a little.”

Without warning, the room became very cold; the thermometer on the wall showed that the temperature had dropped instantly. Frost started to form on the walls, floor and even Spikey; he sat on the floor and tried to cover himself.

Not having any clothes didn’t help, as they left him there all day.

Tuesday

They had allowed him his hospital gown back, but he was chained to a metal fence. Every so often, they would touch the fence with a jumper-cable; giving Spikey an electric shock of a powerful voltage.

Fleur was the one holding the cables; she would sometimes make jokes, by saying, “Clear.” Before electrocuting him.

Wednesday

Spikey was now in a dog cage; once again without any clothes, they were spraying him with boiling hot water.

Thursday

They hanged him from his wrists, and Fleur was using him as a punching bag; punching, kicking and head-butting him.

Spikey didn’t know how much more of this he could take; the worst part about this was, his two ‘doctors’ seemed like they were enjoy this. Enjoying the fact that they got to put him through all this pain.

Until finally, the last day of the tortures came… Friday

Spikey was lying on his hospital bed, he was talking to the guy in the bed next to him; he said to him, “You know, buddy; I only came here because I had some incurable disease. Just so I could get the cure and go home to my girl.”

The guy replied, “I know how you feel. I’m here so I can be cured of whatever I have; then I can go home to my wife and kids.”

Suddenly, Ajax approached this man, he suddenly got very scared; but Ajax said, “Don’t worry, I encourage this kind of thing; gives you guys some hope, if you have friends here.”

The merc could then be heard saying, “Don’t be scared, buddy; how bad could he be?” Spikey then delivered the best line of his life, “With a name like Trenderhoof.”

“Trenderhoof?” the patient questioned.

“I know right?” Spikey replied, while starting to laugh. “He got the name ‘Ajax’ of a soap box.”

Ajax approached Spikey and asked, “How did you..?”

“I noticed the name tag on the collar of your lab coat.” Spikey said before he could finish.

Fleur De Lis then approached them both, Ajax turned to his assistant; he said to her, “I think it’s time we give Mr Spikey our V.I.P treatment.”

She replied, “I couldn’t agree more.” She then nodded her head at two guys, signalling them to come over. The two guys grabbed Spikey by the arms and dragged him away, Trenderhoof followed them, as did Fleur.

The two guys once again took off Spikey’s gown and laid him down on a table that was hanging on chains attached to the corners; they then strapped him down, Spikey couldn’t move his arms.

Spikey then joked, “I know I have a nice penis, but do I really have to always be naked?”

Ajax was working the controls; he pulled a level, which opened a square vat. Pulling another lever moved the table Spikey was strapped to over the vat; Spikey could hear the liquid bubbling below him.

“This is our most power treatment; you’ll be submerged in this liquid energon until the meta-genes in your system activate.” Ajax explained. “However, if it doesn’t work, the raw energy will vaporise your body. But don’t worry; seven out of ten times, that doesn’t happen.”

The merc’s reply was, “Talk about the ‘bad news man’.”

“Do you know what’s really funny? You still think we’re making you a superhero.” Trenderhoof stated. “Well we’re not; once your powers activate, you be fitted with a special collar that will let us control your very thoughts. After that you’ll be sold off to the highest bidder; so guy who wants to conquer the world, but doesn’t have the balls to do it themselves.”

All Spikey could say in return was, “What the fuck is wrong with you people?”

Ajax replied, “Lots of things; enjoy your weekend.”

“Wait, what?” Spikey asked. “Weekend?” Suddenly, one of the guys put a tube into Spikey’s mouth, it was connected to an air canister; so he could breathe, he was no good to them dead.

But Trenderhoof had stopped listening, he pushed a button on the console; Spikey was lowered down into the vat, until the liquid reached over the table and he was submerged in the energon.

Whilst in the blue chemical, he was struggling to get free from the restraints; he could hardly breathe, the tube was barely working. But that wasn’t the worst thing that was happening to him, the energon was changing him.

Something inside of him was changing his DNA; he could feel it, and it hurt.

“Ah” he cried with what air he could.