The sun slowly descended from the sky, finally ceasing the warmth that it brought to the snowy grounds of the Frozen North. While things were getting dark and chilly outside, Sid stayed inside at his cozy mountain lair, carefully tightening a bolt on one of his latest machines.
“Almost got it…” he said.
Unbeknownst to him, Tinker walked by his lab before skidding back to see what Sid was doing.
“Uh, boss?”
This caused Sid to lose his focus as he inadvertently turned the wrench too hard, causing the bolt to break off. “Aw, dang it!”
“Oops! Sorry to disturb your work, but it’s time for you to hit the hay.”
Sid sighed. “I can’t. I was just about to finish this new contraption and I guarantee you that once I’m done, I’ll be one step closer to taking over THE ENTIRE PLANET and the Mane Six will be none the wiser... Why do I keep doing that ‘THE ENTIRE PLANET’ thing?” He quickly went back to fixing his invention.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it just occurred that despite us being your minions/friends, you’ve never really told us the full story of what made you want to take over the planet, besides that horrible accident, though. Why is that?”
“Uh… What do you mean? I’ve told you guys the full story before… right?”
“I’m sorry, boss. I don’t mean to disrespect you. I just wanted to know the whole story and why you’ve kept it from us for so long.”
“Well, I’d love to, but I can’t right now. Got to get this latest contraption done by nightfall.”
“Okay. Another time, then.” Tinker trotted his way out of the lab.
As Sid worked on his contraption, a ringing sound came out of nowhere that slowly got louder and louder. He tried to tune it out, but it kept ringing and ringing until he accidentally broke another bolt.
“Ugh! Who keeps making that-?!”
It was then that he realized that it wasn’t coming from any outside source, but from his own head. And it wasn’t really ringing at all, but a voice. And a deep, demonic one at that.
‘Sid!’ The voice called.
“Ugh! You again. What do you need no-?”
‘What I need is for you to stop being… nice! I’m the one in control, not you!’
Sid chuckled. “That may be true, but I’m still my own-” A jolt of electricity shocked him.
‘Silence! I may be slowly fading overtime, but until the time comes, I’ll always be a part of you. Besides, even if it did come, it still wouldn’t matter. You tried to take over the planet multiple times in the past. How could you ever atone for that? Face it! You’re doomed from the start, so just give into your full evil while you still can!’
“No, I… I…” Sid tried to pull himself together as he tumbled along the floor, knocking down a bucket of bolts before footsteps could be heard among the turmoil.
‘Looks like I should make myself scarce. But this still isn’t over, you worm!’ The voice let out a sinister laugh before fading back into the seemingly evil scientist’s mind.
“Everything alright, boss?” Tinker asked.
Sid sighed again. “Actually, Tinker. I’ve changed my mind.”
“About what?”
“I’m going to tell you and Tin the full story of my past. Tell Tin to come here, please.”
“Yes, sir. Tin, the boss wants you to-!”
The sound of rapid, metal footsteps came from the hall as Tin made his way to the lab in a few seconds. “I’m here, boss! Is it storytime?” How he managed to guess what Sid needed them for was beyond them, but it put a weird smile on his LED mouth.
“Actually… Yes, it is.” Sid answered.
“Yes! I knew this day would come!”
…
“What?”
Sid cleared his throat. “Anyway…” Darting all around the lab, Sid soon spotted an old box and pulled it in front of his hench-bots before sitting on it. Both Tinker and Tin just stood there, with Tin clumping his metal hands together in anticipation. This is going to be the story of a lifetime, as far as Tin is concerned.
“Okay, so. It all started on the day of my own birth and my parents were Sideria and Cesar, respectively…”
It was a cold, rainy day in a country not too far from Equestria. However, that wasn’t enough to spoil anything as Sideria laid comfortably on her large, white hospital bed, cradling her small nymph/butterfly baby.
“Here he is, Cesar. Our little angel,” She said, smiling.
“Well, sweetie. It looks like we’re a family now,” Cesar carefully hugged his wife, trying to not squish the baby.
“Ahem…”
That’s when the doctor and his nurse entered the room. He looked like he had some bad news as his arms were very stiff and the nurse holding the clipboard tightly in her arms, both with a deep frown on their faces.
“Uh… Is something wrong, doctor?”
“Actually, yes. While I’d hate to ruin this beautiful miracle, I’m afraid to say that your wife… has contracted a very fatal illness during the birthing process.” He explained.
“What?!” Both of them shouted.
“We don’t know what it is or how it came to be, but what we do know is that it’s slowly eating away at your nervous system. Meaning that once it’s done… Well, let’s just say that it won’t be very good for your body in general.” The nurse added.
“H-how much time does she have?!”
“Well, according to these notes, the nervous system will be completely gone in about… 5 years. We’re very sorry.”
And so, after that terrifying explanation, both the doctor and the nurse strolled out of the room. Things looked bleak, but Sideria still let out a warm smile while glancing at the infant.
“Don’t worry. We’re going to make every moment we’re going to have as a family count. Right, Cesar?”
Cesar gave a long glare at the baby as it giggled and laughed.
“Cesar!”
“Huh?! Oh, sorry. You’re right, Sideria. There’s still hope in making this family happen.”
“Good. Now what should we name our little bundle of joy?” She said, tickling the little newborn.
“Wait a minute!” Tinker shouted.
“What?” Sid asked.
“Your mother just contracted some kind of unnamed fatal illness out of nowhere during her pregnancy that even the doctor and nurse don’t know about? I find that hard to believe.” Tinker said.
“Well, they did run some tests on the illness during the birthing process and they even said later that the results were inconclusive for some reason.” Sid explained.
“Well, have you tried doing some research of your own?”
“Actually, now that I think about it… No.” Sid replied. “But can I continue with my story, please?”
“Yes, boss. Proceed.”
“Thank you.” Sid cleared his throat. “So, during my time as a toddler, my mother taught me the glorious art of technology, science, and machinery…”
