Yurin's History!

Chapters

The Fear To Escape! Yurin's Desperation To Survive!
Cold-blooded Interview! Warm-Hearted recovery! Involuntary Betrayal!
Unit 45! The Weak Dies! The Strong Survives!
A Work Shift Ended! A Brawl Between A Bully and A Stand Upper!
I Will Help My family! An Eerie First Glance!

The Fear To Escape! Yurin's Desperation To Survive!

“What is this place!?”

Yurin said with fear, her voice echoed off the metal walls. She tried to reopen the doors with quick speed, but with failure. They were shut tighter than iron steel smelted on door hinges; this door will remain shut unless opened by a key; she knew she didn’t have time to try to pick the lock, so she bolted pass the metal staircase, Tristan watched her, he did his job, and expected this to be the outcome; now he needs to perform the number of assignments with his unit.

"I'm... Sorry... Yurin."

Tristan knew Yurin was scared, how could he do that to her? Yurin had never been in a place where she couldn’t escape, this was horrible, her heart was beating 5 times faster, this was the fastest it ever beat; it felt as if it was about to beat out of her chest. She wished she had never taken this job, she wish she didn’t listen to Tristan, she could have been home still if she didn’t apply for a job at all, sound and safe. She started to think she was overeating but no, she definitely wasn't. This is no clothing factory. She should’ve asked her parents about places that are hiring. Just what the buck do they do here, kill!? She saw another door, this place was huge; she had no clue where she was going, as she ran, some workers heard hooves running. Almost all workers on the first floor was curiosity and stepped outside their unit, ready to watch the red pegasus; this made Yurin more creeped out; she didn’t want to be stuck here forever, she’s not a monster. She saw the back door, it looked the same as the front, she stopped quickly and pulled on it with a hoof; the door remained shut, it was not going to budge. She used all her strength. Sadly, all she managed to do is fall on her rear. She was starting to feel despair, regaining hope as she remembers she’s a pegasus, she looked up and only saw darkness, she had no clue what goes on upstairs, she could be attacked? She thought this was a risk to take, escaping and getting to the police, this place is dangerous, and messed up. The fact Tristan works here says things about him she will question later. What she saw in those rooms. It was gut wrenching. She didn’t want to see that type of violence; she didn’t want to perform any of the duties they do here, it’s cold and heartless. She already knew what this place was. They take ponies here, giving them a job, then killing them and gutting them; probably making a small profit off their organs, that’s mess up, she saw inside the rooms and saw gutted ponies, she knew exactly what this place does. She thought they could be looking for her next, she ain’t being gutted today for profit. She flew as fast as she can, her direction being up. Yurin paid attention to her surroundings, all the ponies here were watching her as she flew up, one worker holding a pair of bloody white wings, it made the color of the wings red; this frightened Yurin even more, she didn’t want to die or lose what made her a pegasus. One of the ponies here used to be a pegasus, the bones sticking out of his back with bandages on it was proof; they had lost their wings, probably because they attempted the same thing Yurin’s doing, which is trying to escape. Yurin had a quick thought of submission to this awful place, she didn’t want to die or lose what makes her a pegasus, she threw that thought to the side, they would already take her wings now, she knew this, she just did. She tried to escape. She had no other option but to escape, there’s no redemption now. She has to leave now or she will either lose her wings or die? Or possibly both?She is not a resource to earn income. She spotted a small light. Yurin thought it was the sun, that means there’s a window. She continued to fly up to the what was thought to be an incoming window. The faster she flew, the more she saw the light, a loud sound was heard; it sounded as it was a machine, like a cutter or a fan? Yurin noticed where the light was coming from, it was a fan, blades made of steel, she attempted to land, attempting to avoid but started to be pulled in by the fan; how was this possible? Is the fan on facing the outside? Why!? She knew why, it was a security method for dealing with escaping pegasus, there were about 20 of them up here, the roof covering the rest of the top. The roof looked bulletproof. This place is made to make ponies hopeless. Yurin fought against the steel fan that was pulling her in, if it was more than one she was struggling against, she would be dead already. She felt her wings burn as she forced them to produce a ton of force. The force wasn’t enough, she was going to be sliced into meat chunks by this machine, she wasn’t ready to die, she's still too young, her parents would be worried sick. Out of instinct, she yelled for help, she then covered her mouth with her hoofs, she rather die in the fan’s blades then at the hoofs of one of these monsters, some workers looked on with a smile, some even grabbed brown bags, ready for the incoming meat. Yurin now had tears in her eyes, she really loved her mother and father. She remembered the moments she had with them before she left for a job she; all she wanted to do was make some income, help her parents out since they did the same to for her whole life. She will never see them again. Yurin apologizes to them; tears dripped from her face and down to the ground. The employees saw the tears and drips of them. They had no remorse or sad feelings. They loved the fact a brutal death happened to a coward.

“Should we save her Coomber?”

The colt laughed. That was a joke right? He cares not for the weak.

“No, she will die, as she is weak. Just look, her strength can’t keep up with the fan’s blades; she is tiring, she will be dead very soon.”

Coomber’s friend smiled and turned up, he was right, it’s her fault and if she’s weak, this serves as a way to eliminate the weak. Coomber and his friend heard hoof steps coming from behind them, those hoofs sounded familiar, is that, no, why would the boss be down here? He stopped behind them, ready to give his order.

“Turn the fans off as she will fall to the ground, if she survives, then I take her to my office.”

The employees were not shaken. What does he see in her? Whatever it is, it is foolish to disobey him. The two prepared to turn off the fans, by walking to it; they didn't care about that pegasus at all. They realized a colt already turned it off, they knew him, it was Simon. There was a pink mare leaning against the door of her unit, she told Simon to turn it off after she saw the desperation to survive and tears fall from the red pegasus’s eyes. She felt bad, but she is known as the best killer in this facility, why feel bad when you’re supposed to be a heartless killing machine? The switch was flicked, Yurin felt the struggle was over; she was out of stamina, the red pegasus started to fall, attempting to lessen the fall by flapping her wings, which did help but she fell onto the metal staircase. She stopped for a moment, her jaw hanging off one of the stairs, then a domino effect happened, she started to fall down the stairs, each time feeling a sharp cold pain. The leader raised a hoof and zoomed her off the staircase and onto the cold stone floor. He walked towards her and stopped, staring into her fading eyes, she was unconscious, and seem have a broken her ribs, and sprain her wings. The boss lifted her with magic. Why not use his horn the workers thought? He always uses his hoofs to use magic. The boss took her with him up the stairs, walking menacingly and slowly. The workers knew to get back to work; quickly making their way back to their units to perform their duties, Coomber and his friend did the same. They didn’t know what the leader saw in that pathetic pegasus. She was stupid enough to believe this place being a normal job. What use could she be to this facility?

“Cupcakes, what did you see in her?”

Simon asked. Simon saw sorrow from the red pegasus, but what else could she have seen that made her decide to tell him to turn off the fans? He was glad he was able to save a life though, that’s one of two times he did in this place.

“We should get back to work Simon, the boss is either hiring or going to order for her execution, we can’t help her, just hope for the best.”

The pink mare said with zero emotion. Simon headed back into his and Cupcake’s unit, Cupcakes following, listening to a door shut. She knew that was the leader’s office door, which had sooo many passwords to open it; no worker here can get in beside him and possibly Coomber’s smart ass. She only hopes he decides for her to work here so she keeps on living.

Cold-blooded Interview! Warm-Hearted recovery! Involuntary Betrayal!

Yurin awoke in a cold chair, her head fuzzy and pounding. She seemed to be at a desk, it was hard to tell due to her vision being blurry. The desk had skulls on it, and what looked to be dried up blood that poured down the desk, this wasn’t an ordinary office, this office must decide your fate. Will you work here or will you be forced to join this organization and do what they do, or will they harvest you like a farm? She tried to struggle but realized her hoofs were connected to some type of black colored magic chains, she could only move them an inch, the same with her wings. She couldn’t even flap them. This room is dark; it gives an omnious presence. Purple lights ignited in the room; the lights started from the left, not stopping until all of them was lit, it stopped behind her. This caused a more dreadful emotion to occur in Yurin. She didn’t get a good look at the boss of this evil occupation but she’s sure this meeting will not go well at all. Usually at interviews, you decide to sign a contract. Yurin knew this contract wouldn’t be a decent one, it wouldn’t even be made by the higher bosses of this facility due to what occurs here. This is a monstrous place. No other ponies around Equestria would approve of it, and surely Celestia would just order for it to be destroyed from all ut crimes. Yurin only been here less than a half an hour conscious that is and already knows what they do to the employees actions and the rooms. All of this occupation workers would serve life sentences in jail. A chair spun around and in it was a black unicorn who l had purple eyes. His eyes, they look a little demonic, his mane was clean, but it was a decent size, the same with his tail. He had a necklace around his neck, it looked like a skull. The rest of the necklace had what seemed to be screaming souls. Yurin noticed the light changed the colors of the skull, it turned red, blood coming out of its eye, nose, and mouth. She was frightened by him with shivers sent down her spine. Why is she still alive? Who the buck is this evil colt? She attempted to escape. Surely know he would kill her or at least order for her death? This had to be an interview, one that was forced. He's out of his mind if he thinks she'll be joining this place and its workers!

“Hello, Yurin, I am Doom, your new and only boss, as I just suggested I am the boss of this place. No one is higher authority than me. You will be assigned to a certain unit like all the rest.”

The boss teeth looked sharp, too sharp. He seriously could easily kill a pony with those teeth. He looked at her, he had a plan for sure. Yurin just knows it just from him staring into her eyes into her soul.

“What the buck is this place!? Why did I see a pony being dismembered, then decapitated!?”

Doom kept his smile, isn’t it obvious? Why does she think the pay is so high? There are other reasons, but he won’t get into them. They're not here to talk about economic proportions.

“Because that’s the job. We sell ponies parts for revenue, bits.”

Yurin wasn’t shocked to hear this. She guessed that was the case, but why are there so many units? They are killing too many ponies, at first she thought it was to harvest the organs of the corpses, but it seems she was wrong; a pony yelling like an animal being beaten was enough to prove the harvest is from the living ponies. That’s monstrous and evil. Why?

“You are out of your mind if you think I will work here!?”

Yurin was filled with rage anger. She won't damn her soul for this place. She didn’t forget what happened to her, the metal fans almost killing her, the lies she was told from Tristan, the screaming of the victims, and the way the employees were and sounded like. This place is evil and she will have no part in helping it.

“I heard that many times and proved to them many times why thinking you can defy me is fruitless.”

The magic disappeared that help Yurin in place, Doom was alrighty behind her chair, giving a chilling statement.

“I have no problem in sending you to be harvest; torture first of course. However I see potential in you Yurin. So young. So naive.”

Doom paced around the chair Yurin was in. Yurin got up, the chair sliding due to its wheels, hitting the door. It was clear it did not damage it. Doom was confident with proof this door is indestructible.

“Did you think that pathetic chair would even damage my door? I made it personally; so it won’t budge at all unless I open it. Not even from a nuke. Haha!”

Doom was confident, he did this so many times, many tried to fight, which he was prepared for. Many tried to run, but he was prepared for. What will this red pegasus choose? Yurin flew to the window, attempting to open it. The window was too strong to be opened. Just what the buck is this colt’s deal? Doom crossed his hoofs with a smirk on his face.

“The windows can’t be open, and they are-!”

Yurin hit the window, the window took no damage. They were made of something very durable, perhaps metal that was magically made see-through? Yurin grabbed the nearest object and threw it at the window, breaking the object, but not the window.

“Now you will pay for that. Sit back down in that chair before I make you wish you did.”

Doom’s eyes gave a death glare to Yurin, her heart pounded, she didn’t want to get hurt, and since the way all the other killers looked when he made his appearance, it’s best not to attempt to attack him. Yurin grabbed the chair and sat back down in it with hesitation. The leader hoofed her a document, it’s an application, that’s said at the bottom in red: "don’t ask what happens if you refuse to fill this out.” The warning gave Yurin chills. The red pegasus grabbed a pen and opened it with her mouth, she turned to the boss with a hateful look.

“Do you do this with all new employees?”

The boss pointed to the document. Yurin decided to start to fill it out, worried about what it really says, and forces. She better not take the time to read it, she has no choice but to sign it anyways but always good to know what you're signing. She had a difficult time attempting to sign it, her hoof shook with fear. She didn’t want to anger the boss, so she used her wings to sign the resume with clarity. The boss smiled at her reaction, but he can sense some planning as well as frustration. Whatever this red pegasus is planning, he's ready for it.

“I signed it, now where do I go from here?”

The boss thought of a way to make her understand how useless it was to think she could trick this facility. He had a devious plan. She's soo shaken up that the moment she'll think there's danger she'll react.

“Now you will-!”

Yurin instantly flew up. slshe didn’t trust him, he could have tried to kill her right after that sentence. She thought he was going to say die than kill her? He looked at her with confusion, but he truly expected for her to be jumpy, that’s why he was going to say die, so she would attempt to attack, but it seems she already guessed the ending herself. What an assumption predictable pegasus.

“Die.”

Yurin didn’t care for anything more than to escape and survive. She flew at Doom, who stood in his place; he pointed a hoof at her. She stopped, there wasn’t magic. How is he holding her in place then? She fought against his forces, but it was excessively strong, what exactly is he using to secure her in place?

“I could kill you right here.”

Doom grabbed a pen and walking towards her with a stoked look. Yurin’s eyes bulged, she was scared, what does he plan to do now, she didn’t want to die, she wasn’t ready to die. She remembers what he said, “I could kill you right here.”

“What are you going to do with me? Are you going to *gulp* kill me or what!?”

Yurin asked, receiving a pen in her wing, he used his magic to push it through, blood started to pour onto the floor, Yurin screamed in pain as she tried to fight against his immeasurable forces but it was useless. She started to tear up from the pain. Doom took two steps back. He had a devious smirk on his face with a plan. She was suffering and learning, beautiful.

“I should think you understand not to defy me or this occupation, but you better say sorry, otherwise I won’t be reluctant to destroy that wing completely.”

Yurin’s eyes were streaming with tears, she was sorry, she only wish she didn’t have to say it. She only say it to stop the pain from continuing. The boss picked up the pen, crafting a cloth with magic and wiping the pen clean. Yurin’s heart dropped, all she could think of saying is sorry.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! *gasp!* don't do it again!!"

Doom walked towards the cup and placed the pen in it, before letting go of Yurin. The red pegasus fell to the ground. she got back up and felt her left wing. It won’t stop bleeding, she needed help for her wing, otherwise, necrosis would settle or she could bleed to death.

“Good to hear, now sit back down in the interview chair so we can finish.”

Yurin wanted her wing to be healed first, the fiery pain is almost unbearably, she wanted to scream due to the never ending burning stabbing sensations that pulsed through her cut through nerves. She can still move her wing fine. luckily he didn’t stab it through a bone, especially a joint otherwise she won't be able to move it. She wouldn’t dare to attempt to move it still due to the pain. Yurin knew not to speed this up, it would show weakness and he seems to discipline weakness and definitely defiance.

“I already filled out the application, so when’s the starting day?”

Doom smirked. So she finally decided to stop fighting or attempting to escape. Good thing she stopped crying; so many workers died because of that in the units because it annoyed their co-workers.

“I will assign you to unit 45. Be aware, that unit would tough you up; show respect, I don’t need a trainee dying on the first day.”

Yurin gulped. She was scared. They can kill each other? What is this, a prison? She almost giggled at the thought but was too horrifiedto do so. She attempted to reduce her fear that was rising by every moment.

“Where-is that.... Exactly?”

Yurin didn’t recall seeing unit 45; she saw the upper number units, like 100, 125, and so on. She would think it would be on the first floor. Does he have to let them know a newbie is starting off in their unit or do you just go in the unit and say it? She thought going in alone would be bad; these are killers, they're not employees; they might not like newcomers to their unit? They might attack or even worse kill her?

“I’ll have a trainer employee accompany you. He will be assigned to you temporarily. I believe you already know Tristan.

Doom gave Yurin a devious smiteful smirk.

"So that will be your guide for your first day.”

Yurin felt the tension. She hated Tristan now; he lied to her; he fooled her, he would have been a good friend. Regardless of him breaking up with her, she still was his friend. Doom smirked as Yurin face started to show remorse and anger. He knew why she got tense. It's ashame ponies would stab others so deerest to them in the back to save their own skin. Doom got up, disappearing from Yurin’s sight. He appeared behind her, unlocking the door for the trainer to arrive. He opened it, Tristan was there already, he’s quick at this. Most workers are speedy when the big boss calls; never want to be a second late. That one time a pegasus loss part of his right wing because of it.

“He will train you for today, make sure to follow instructions.”

Doom gave Yurin an inncoent smile. The boss indicated with a hoof to leave with Tristan. Yurin thought about hurting Tristan so bad. She got up with a little bit of animosity. She didn’t like the boss forceful orders or Tristan for lying to her; tricking her this place is a clothes/sewing factory. She walked out the door, stopping aside Tristan. The boss smiled at them once again, hopefully she will be a great, efficient worker. Otherwise, she would just be a pegasus to harvest. When the door shut, Tristan notice how Yurin looked, she seemed ready to attack him. He was just doing what he was told by the boss. If he didn’t he would be tortured to death.

“Why the buck did you lie to me! Where’s the medic in this wicked place!? Thi-this pain is so... ugh! Bad..."

Tristan felt a little bad for what he pulled Yurin into, but the boss created a picture that showed Yurin’s face, he’s chosen the correct pegasus, if not, he would surely be dead. Whether it was him or another colt it was destiny.

“I had no choice to lie if I didn’t-!”

Yurin slapped Tristan hard in the face; she left a red hoof mark on his left cheek. Tristan accepted the slap. He deserves it. Heck, if he was in her hoofs, he would have done the same. Tristan showed remorse, wiping his cheek for relief.

“What the buck do you mean you had to lie!?”

Tristan started walking down the metal stairs. Yurin hated those stairs. Yurin begrudgingly followed Tristan, still not done pestering him about her question. She walked aside from him, asking her question again. Tristan looked at her; he could tell she was sad, felt betrayed. Most new employees are after an interview with the boss. Due to how they mainly end up here. Some of course know what they are sighing up for.

“Can you at least take me to the medic, my vision is slightly becoming blurry!”

Yurin could still see, but if she doesn’t get patched up she'll lose sight of her surroundings; then the light would aggravate her; then she would pass out from blood loss. She held her wing with the hole in it, attempting to stop the blood. Tristan noticed Yurin holding her wing. The sigh was heartbreaking for him. She didn't deserve this. She was a generous kind hearted pegasus. Doom is a monster for this.

“Fine... Follow me to the medic.”

Tristan gave in, he knew she needed medical attention. What the buck did she do to have the leader stab her? With what cause he doesn't seem to be a knife wound? She probably attempted to attack him or leave. Maybe even insulted him? No, he wouldn't have done that from an insult. Whatever the reason is, she didn’t deserve it. The two made it all the way downstairs, Tristan Turing behind the staircase, Yurin following him. They have a medic downstairs. If a worker gets stabbed upstairs, it’s not like it’s going to matter... They would j how much distance there is. They would just die due to their injury. Some workers were pulling creates out of their unit. Yurin didn’t want to imagine what’s in those crates, but she’s sure she’ll find out. The two arrived at a door, the top was white and the bottom was black. Yurin noticed a sign saying: “enter if you need a repair, the pain would be too much to bear.

"Is that sign legit what it says or is it a way to discourage workers from coming here, making them deal with their injuries themselves?”

Tristan laughed, he thought the sign would scare her; it did it to him his first time seeing it. Tristan could lie, possibly scaring her from entering and learning to patch up her first on-the-job injury? This would prove to the units that she isn't a pathetic... beautiful mare.

“This is the medic, and some part of the sign is true.Honesty, it depends if you get on the nurse’s bad side? She once gave a pegasus a shot in his wings that caused unbearable pain. He screamed at first. I heard it from my unit; I checked to see what was going on and saw the pegasus. I was able to identify him. Later I went to consult the pegasus. I later fimd out he made a bad compliment to the nurse; causing him to earn a shot no pony wants to receive. He couldn’t move his wing for a while. He still was patched up of his major injuries.

Yurin didn’t want to go into the medic. She knows Tristan ain’t lying. The look in his eyes was too real. She better be nice to the nurse. Wait wouldn't she be a doctor then?

“So-so what did he say exactly?”

Yurin stuttered with fear. She wanted to know if there’s a way she to get on the nurse’s good perspective. She didn’t want to piss her off.

“I don’t know. let’s... Just say it was rude manners.”

Yurin wasn’t the rude type, she is always nice, caring, and loving, especially beautiful. What is Tristan saying...? Her family she would never give up for the Equestria. Possibly he told the nurse she’s fat? She hasn’t seen the nurse yet, so she couldn’t assume that’s what he said. Yurin slowly raised a hoof to knock on the door, her hoof was shaking in fear. Yurin didn’t want to enrage the nurse. Her wing still burning due to its penetrating wound. Tristan sighed and knocked on the nurse’s door quickly. Yurin put her hoof down quickly, not wanting to be blamed for that fast unpleasant banging. The nurse opened the door. She looked a little annoyed by the knocking. Tristan was not gentle. Hopefully Yurin doesn't have to face her wrath. The nurse knew exactly who did knocking... Tristan.

“Tristan, I assume you would like another stinging needle?”

The nurse’s devious smile frightened Yurin. Trustan gave the nurse a smirk. The nurse then turned to the frightened red pegasus with a smile. The sign seemed to get to her; that means most likely she’ll be polite. Otherwise, she will feel the burn like Tristan will next time he goes to the nurse.

“Hahaha, no thanks. She was too scared to knock on your door.”

Yurin felt insulted. She was scared but didn’t want to admit it.

“I wasn’t that scared.”

Tristan laughed. Her hoof shacking was proof of her fear. When she gets the needle as a test of endurance; she won’t be anymore. Pain comes with fear and if you can tolerate it... then you have no fear.

“Then why was your hoof shacking then, Hmm...?”

Yurin wanted to slap Tristan again but she couldn’t, he was right. and she can’t harm ponies that are right about things. Yurin smiled in pain. The res pegasus was ready to explain why she’s there, but Tristan already decided to speak in for her. He was blunt. The nurse felt bad for the red pegasus. She wanted to know her name. Yurin looked to be the friendly type in her eyes. She looked a little young to be working in this place. Out of all the workers the nurse has patched up she had to be the youngest; after all, they don’t make fillies into workers. They instead just use them as a harvest; parents in certain towns would pay everything they have to save their foals life. This place is cruel and messed up.

“What’s your name dear?”

The nurse asked with a smile; the smile felt creepy, but Yurin assumed it was her normal smile. Some part of Yurin felt like the nurse have to follow certain rulings; otherwise, she could be disciplined. No not normal rules that a nurse would fallow she means rules of this place.

“My-my name is Yurin.”

The nurse smiled at the scared pegasus. That name was a name to remeber. She has to memorize all workers’ names, it’s what she has to do.

“Oh my! What happened to your wing?”

Tristan holds a hoof up to his mouth; he feels he knows, but he’ll keep quiet. Yurin recalled the events that transpired. She didn’t like reliving the events or the feeling that come with it. She might go to the police after she’s done working.

(”Wait, are ponies allowed to leave!? I mean normal employees go home for today can I do that?”)

Yurin started panicking. She needed to know. place was beyond unpleasant. The cruelty here. The wickedness. Especially the boss hurting her the way he did. How many other ponies did he employ like that!? She would never forget the anguish she felt from that moment. If she has the ability... She'll make him pay!

“Well, Tristan wait out here, she’ll be out when I’m finished patching her left-wing up.”

Tristan nodded and made his way to the seat the nurse indicated him to sit in. He kicked his rear hooves back and forth, clearly bored. Yurin walked inside the nurse office, the door shutting behind her and the nurse.

“How did this happen to your wing? I haven’t seen you around here before, so you must be new, so...?”

Yurin felt she could tell the truth to the nurse. Despite what Tristan told her and that warning sign outside on the door, she seems to be nice and trusting. What’s with that spooky sign phase then?

“I tell you, but is there a reason and truth for that sign in your window?”

The nurse patted on the bed. Yurin got the idea as she had been through this in school. She remembered falling in the playground as a filly. She was still learning how to flap her wings and keep herself up with the wind. She steering herself so she will not bump into or crash into anything and that was the first time she started flying. Yurin grew a slight smile on her face. The nurse notice this and decided to ask why she smiled. Nothing great about her injuries.

“It’s because I remembered when I went to the nurse in school. I didn’t even know how to flap my wings yet. Because of that, I fell from
a high height in the playground. This caused me to receive a cutting friction wound.”

The nurse smiled, she remembered her school life also. No pony never forgets the time they went to school and didn't have to face the real world. The nurse pulled metal scissors from her desk with heavy-duty bandages. After the nurse estimated the severity of the damage to the wing; seemed like something went through it. Hopefully nothing went theough her flexor alae major. Could her injuries be why Yurin brought up what happened to her at the playground? Did she receive simlair injuries there? The nurse made sure to grab the stitches, she knew they would indefinitely be needed for this operation. The nurse put all the medical supplies she grabbed into a metal case, shutting it fast and making her way to Yurin. The red pegasus already held the wing off the bed. The nurse didn’t like that she did that but understood she was in pain. Now she had to mop the floor thoroughly. She absolved the pegasus of making her floor a mess. The nurse grabbed a table that had medical papers on it.

“Put your injured wing on this.”

The nurse said politely. Yurin did what was asked. The coldness bothered the sensitive wing, but Yurin knew she had to withstand it. She notice what the nurse was carrying. Yurin knew this was going to hurt, the wound would require stables or stitches. Yurin hoped she would be numbed before the procedure. She still could help but grunt from the pain.

“I’m going to be numbed for this right nurse?”

Yurin asked, feeling like the nurse is going to deny the suggestion to be numbed due to the sign on her door.

“I hate to tell you, but I am not allowed to numb wounds at all. I would love to cause I don't like seeing good ponies in pain. The reason is to prove toughness and endurance.”

Yurin’s eyes dilated. What the heck does the nurse mean? This has to be illegal, this whole facility is illegal. Yurin knew she had no choice to be patched up. Yurin’s vision was scabbing away. Her head felt a little light. She prepared for the incoming pain. She heard the nurse take out the equipment. The sound of metal and cabnients closing as she did. She knew the pain was coming. She hated pain. She remembers having a splinter; this is going to be worse than that. The nurse prepared the stitches, takingbher time not to forget a essential tool. She was ready to start the procedureon Yurin. The nurse felt bad for Yurin, she didn’t want to cause her pain by patching her up. She wasn’t as rude or cold-hearted as the other workers. Yurin, unlike the rest of this organization, seem to care about lives. She definitely had manners. The nurse shook her head with frustration that this could happen to such an innocent soul. She began to make her way over to Yurin. The hoof steps frightened Yurin little by little as they approched her direction. She mentally prepared for the pain as she closed her eyes.

“I am very sorry I can’t numb you, I did it for one worker and paid a heavy punishment. Celestia, I am sorry, I try not to make it hurt as much as possible.

The nurse felt bad, but remembering what Doom made her do was heartless, he’s a monster with no conscience. His ability to judge is immoral.

“I know this probably is going to be the painful thing I ever experienced, but I have no choice to. M-my vision is going blurry. As for my wing... I hardly feel it.”

The nurse was at the side, the first thing she needed to do is sterilize the wing.

“This is going to hurt so much, but please stay still young pegasus.”

The nurse asked politely with sympathy. She knew this pegasus pain tolerance was low. The way she acted, the purity she represented, she didn’t want to do this job, but as most of the workers, they are forced. The nurse poured the sterilizing solution onto a napkin, she then placed it over the slowly bleeding pen hole on Yurin’s wing.

“You ready.”

Yurin bit her lip, preparing for the pain. Her mother had done this to her before when she scraped her knee flying home; her landing wasn’t precise, so she almost fell, scraping her knee. Yurin knew well this was going to sting and burn way worse than that. The nursed placed the napkin over her wing, rubbing slowly. The pain was agonizing, but Yurin withheld her screams and movement, her wing still twitched uncontrollably. She tried her best to control it, but her nerves seems to have justification for this. The nurse didn’t get annoyed. She knew the wing had it own nerves that has it own responsive to pain and pleasure. Some pegasus doesn’t respond to pain at all, but this could be because of other complications. The nurse stopped and placed the napkin onto the tray, Yurin’s eyes were watery. She did it. She only wishes the rest of this was over. She knew what is to come is going to hurt way more.

“Sorry if my twitching messed you up. Ugh, I can-can't control it."

Yurin still felt the torment sting sensation throughout the injuried wing. It was like her nerves was firing at the speed of sound. The nurse smiled.

“Don’t worry you polite mind, now... I hope you are ready for the next step. I will warn you, this will hurt a lot.”

Yurin smirked at the nurse. she thought she looked like her mother at that moment. It was this nurse expression that showed. She almost laughed, but she knew the time is not for laughter, it’s time to be patched up. Yurin grabbed the bed, squeezing it hard, the pain she currently felt was stinging and burning.
The nurse felt worse for having not to numb her.

(”Only one day when a hero shows up and stops Doom. Until that ever happens, we are all forced to work here.”)

The nurse thought to herself, she didn’t like doing this job by force. She’s forced to help monsters, ponies in her mind that deserve pain and atonement for their wicked crimes. If she could escape, she indefinitely would. Workers are allowed to leave, but they know they are being watched at every moment somehow. Doom proved that by explaining to the worker why they were late by minutes or seconds. The nurse grabbed the equipment for the stitches, preparing it.

“Are you ready Mrs. Yurin?”

The nurse asked with a frown. Yurin replied with a silent yes. The nurse started the procedure, waves of pain flew through Yurin’s mind. Egery single stitch felt like a hot nail. Yurin’s eyes began to water from the seething pain. She was on the urge to yell from the pain. It was almost intolerable. The nurse was fast, she didn’t want to cause slow anguish on the poor pegasus. The nurse finished the front, now she needed to stabilize it, then proceed with the back of the wing. She assumed it was a writing utensil that caused the wound. If so, she’s glad she cleaned the wound thoroughly.

“Alright, now it’s time for the stables.”

The nurse told the red pegasus, Yurin’s eye bulged, she didn’t expect stables to be used.

“Do you have to use stables? I mean is it necessary? I regret if I’m being rude.”

The nurse smiled. Of course not. Why is this pegasus so afraid of her?

“I recommend at least a small portion of stables, especially working in this establishment. We wouldn’t want the wound to be accidentally reopened now and get infected do we?”

The white earth pony said with a smile. Yurin sighed with acceptance. She will probably scream this time. The stables were prepared, ready to be used for the procedure. The box sound hitting the counter then metal tray made the expirence more nerve racking

Yurin closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She knew this was going to be sharp and stingy. She extended her still burning wing, allowing the nurse get a good look at it. The nurse hooves was gentle and showed care by caressing the wing. The nurse analyzed the wound more, she was doing so when she was disinfecting it but this time she has a closer view and primarily objectice is to patch up the wound. The nurse finished the analysis, she was ready. The wing needed 2-3 stables. The nurse rolled a chair over and sat in it. She grabbed the wing causing waves of pain to shoot through Yurin’s mind. The shuttering didn't go unnoticed by the nurse. Wings are one of the most sensitive parts of a pegasus. The first stable went in, Yurin felt it stabled into the wing in slow motion. The pain was simple described but complex felt. It hurt, badly, like nothing she experienced felt worse than this. Yurin screamed in agony. The nurse felt awful, she hurried and stabled it again. Waves of pain coursed through Yurin’s wing, up her spine and to her brain. The wound looking a little patched up. Yurin’s rear hooves kicked from the pain. The nurse was still focused, adding one more stable to the wing before putting the tool down on the metal tray. Yurin had tears in her eyes. Yurin closed her eyes as the stable went in, this time she was prepared for the pain, she took a deep breath, hoping for it to be done. The boss of this place. Ohh... he needs to be punished for this. Yurin turned the pain into rage and directed at the boss of the occupation.

“Is-are are done yet?”

The nurse smiled. They are done with one side, but she has another side needs to be tended to.

“Glad to see us done with one side. Are-!”

Yurin’s eyes bulged, no, no, no! She didn’t want to go through that pain again. She would have to be held down for it. Otherwise she would submit to the pain, jerking around because of it.

“One side!? *gulp!* I assume we have to do the same thing to the other!?”

Yurin was upset and angry. She wasn’t trying to direct it towards the nurse. The nurse is only trying to help her and cause as less pain as possible. She must’ve forgotten the nurse rules. She could be mean and deliver punishment of the nurse wanted to. If you were in an actual hospital then this would guarantee be against the law.

“I’m afraid so my young pegasus. After this we could talk about whatever you want? Okay...?

The nurse knew Yurin wanted answers to this facility. What do they do here? Why do they do it? Can you have other jobs? Yurin rolled her eyes. She was frustrated and still in agony.

“I’m not mad at you. I'm mostly mad at the boss here for injuring me and threatening me. I want to make him-!”

The nurse put a hoof over Yurin’s mouth. Looking back at a camera then back at Yurin.

"Shh... He can hear you not matter where."

Yurin was annoyed by the way she was spoken to. There's no way that camera could pick up their conversations right? It was like she was a dog in a vet; one that is disposal if not listen to its master. She studied hard to graduate high school with high grades, and now she could just be disposed of like none of that status matter if she left or fallow rules? The boss is a monster.

“Yeah, that’s Doom’s style. I know some things about him. I could share them with you if you’re interested? I can only share things that probably wouldn't upset him."

The nurse finished adding stables to the gun, putting it down on the tray gently.

“Um... How are you going to do the same action to the bottom of my wing if I can’t turn it 180°?”

The nurse smiled. This wasn’t the first time she had to fix the back of a pegasus’s wing. The first time was a disaster, but as you.kbow pratice makes perfect. After she consulted with a manager of this floor, who then went to Doom. The boss crafted a table just for this.

“Stay here, I’ll be back.”

The nurse walked towards the closest; opening it. She always love seeing organized equipment; it’s required by the law of Equestrian to have equipment easy to reach. Always neat and ready to use. This place doesn’t follow any laws. The manager told her don’t worry about it. If they’re that injured, then they are dumb and worthless. She thinks of ponies another way. The nurse grabbed the table, pulling it over. She told Yurin to move her wing. Yurin complied. After placing it on the black, red, and white table. The legs of the table had a skull, each looked like souls were coming out of its dead eyes. The tables were soft and easy to access. The nurse pressed a button, allowing her to push the wing upwards. Yurin felt the burning pain once again, but she pushed through. If she was honest. This wasn’t a normal table, the table has lots of gadgets and buttons to it. The nurse pressed another button, pulling apart the table where the wing was; precisely the middle part where the weight was; only half was pulled apart; as it’s designed to deal with pegasus’ wings. The nurse watched as it did its thing. This was truly amazing. Only if the boss would patent it to public hospitals? She grabbed another wipe, pouring disinfectant onto it. She began to wipe the wound; sending waves of burning, stinging pain through Yurin’s mind and cause her to gasp and bite her lip. Yurin wanted to faint, but didn’t. She couldn’t, only a little more pain she told herself. The nurse finished; grabbing the sewing equipment, setting it up with new medical thread. The nurse began to stitch. Yurin muffling loudly as each poke and stab accumulated on top of the pain she felt. It felt like minutes for Yurin, but this process was only about 30 seconds. The nurse finished, grabbing the stable gun. Yurin wanted time to rest before that part.

“May- Ow! May I please have a moment before we continue?”

The nurse accepted the request. Yurin remember some questions she had, she assumed she could ask them now. She knew her tone would have pain in it. The nurse can see the shaking Yurin was doing.

“What is this place exactly? Do workers fight or kill each other here?”

Yurin asked; waiting anxiously for an answer. The nurse thought of a way to reply to such a question. To bystanders, frankly and simply it would freak them out bluntly. To the workers, well... They already do the tasks so they aren't surprised.

“This place is called the Organizations Of Killers and yes, workers here, if you want to call them that and not killers or murderers?”

Yurin’s heart felt like it was ready to beat out of her chest. She was terrified of this place. She accumulated this emotion from what she saw the workers doing through their units’ windows. She didn’t want to die. This wasn’t what she signed up for. Certainly, her mother and father would become suspicious of the wages here it’s too much to be a sinple clother maker. The nurse grabbed the gun, ready to start stabling.

“Are you ready now Mrs. Yurin?”

The nurse asked once again, giving the pegasus an innocent smile. Yurin knew she wasn’t all that innocent working here. Perhaps she was forced to work here also? The pegasus clenched both hoofs, preparing for the pain.

“I’m ready, continue.”

Yurin wanted this operation done. She will never forget the generosity of this nurse. What is her name anyway? The nurse continued the procedure. It was still tricky stabling the bottom of the wing, especially if you're not trying to cause pain to the pegasus, but this crafty table makes the job a lot easier. The nurse started stabling the bottom of the injuried wing. Yurin gasped in pain, her hoofs squeezing tighter and against the paper on the operation bed. The nurse added the final stables. The stable went into the flesh, into one of the nerves. Waves of pain was sent throughout the pegasus nervous system. Yurin squeezed her hoofs as hard as she could, letting go when the pain slithered away. The nurse grabbed the heavy-duty gauze bandages, bandaging the wing up in it. She did the upper side first, letting the bandages go through the hole of the table where she would then grab it, wrapping it over the wound again. She repeated this process 5 times before stopping. The nurse then quickly stable the bandages together; making sure they won’t remove during working.

“Are-are we finished yet?”

Yurin felt mentally fatigued from the operation and pain, but she was absolutely glad the operation was successful and over. Well at least she thought.

“Yes, you may get up now, but try not to move your wing too fast.”

Yurin got up, slowly moving her wing; there was a tight feeling to it, a feeling that gets painful the more it’s moved. Yurin thanked the nurse. The nurse appreciate the gesture; most of the workers would tell her, it’s the least she could do or next time be faster; you suck at your job and more stuff similar to that. Yurin’s hoofs touched the ground. She then walked next to the nurse, turning to her, ready to ask more questions. The nurse was a tiny bit surprised she was able to close her wings. Guess she does do a great job at her job. Screw the bucking colt that said otherwise!

“How did you start this job in this facility?”

Yurin thought she might’ve been tricked in another way; forced against her will to work here, or just decided to for the high pay. The nurse looked at Yurin with a sad grin. She usually doesn’t tell patients how she was brought here, but for her, she makes an exception. The nurse never was asked such a question with compassion and concern. Frankly normally workers never asked her. That was mainly cause they didn't give one hide and looked at her as a low rank due to her basically being a 'healer.

“Well, most of the workers here usually aren’t talkative about how they started and they don’t normally care how their co-worker started, unless they are new, then they would ask to see if they are alone. I assure you, you’re not.”

The nurse had a smile on her face. She knew why Yurin would ask such a question. Yurin actually did care about the nurse. She didn’t seem like a monster. This must conclude she was brought here against her wishes.

“I didn’t think I was, well... Some part of me did.”

Yurin looked embarrassed, the nurse was partly correct, but she wanted to know because of curiosity. Yurin smirked.

“I wanted to know because I was curious and wondered if you fell into their trap.”

Yurin thought back with nostalgia. She felt stupid once again for listening to a certain pegasus she trusted. She should’ve listened to her mothe.

“Fine, I will unwrap the bandages that reveal the scar left from this establishment.”

Yurin walked aside the nurse. Turning her head to the nurse. She had a curious expression. She also had empathy at the same time. The nurse didn’t seem to be happy mentioning how she was brought here. It must be the worse. The nurse took in a deep breath, then exhaled and sighed.

“Alright, I was brought here by the boss.”

Neva just arrived home from work. She was a nurse at Canterlot, or at peast what would be Canterlot later on in the future. Her job was fun and paying. Neva loved the other employees there. They all worked together. Neva remembers a team effort to save a pony. He was choking and needed CPR. She stopped him from choking, while the doctors performed CPR. The defibrillator was brought in to shock him back. It’s really impressive how Pony’s anatomy works. His body still tried to get the food up and out, even when he’s unconscious. Neva decided to make herself some food. Her house was a large one, but not the largest. Neva was in the kitchen, chopping onions, peppers, adding them to the stew. She was planning on making spicy noodle stew. She sang to herself. It was a song she came up with at work. One that raises the patients’ hopes, putting a smile on their faces.

“A lovely song, but no pony should feel the safety of their own homes, or at hospitals. They won’t save them from the inevitable.”

Neva’s eyes shot open with fear. Who was saying that? Who’s listening to her sing? How did they get into her home? Is this a intruder? Are they a threat?

“Who’s there!? Show yourself!”

The nurse commanded, thinking it was an enemy she had back in medical school. She quickly pushed this out of her mind. He didn’t sound like that. The vibration of the vocal cords, the devious in the tone. Either this was physiological revenge or somepony else was actually watching her with nefarious intentions.

“I will... Neva.... I have a request for you to accept with no hesitation.”

The voice deviously spo,e once again. What job would this psycho desire? Does he plan to harm her if she denied the job offered to her? Neva thought of grabbing a knife, but refused. She saves ponies, not kill or harm them. She added the rest of the ingredients to the stew before walking out of the kitchen, searching for the colt responsible for the voice. Is she going mad? She sure she wasn't? That it she's seeing a therapist about this if there's no colt anyway in her home. She looked under couches, blankets, in curtains; she search all the rooms, not finding the colt. She was immensely creeped out. The voice snickered as she searched, the tone becoming more menacing as she searched. This can not be her nefarious thoughts can it? It's sounds way... to real...

“You will not see me unless I want you to, but judging how you’re responding; I guess you might as well just be rotten hide.”

Neva had enough, she saves ponies, but this colt intended to harm her, she walked to the kitchen, acted as if she was searching for the colt still. When she walked pass the dishes, she swiftly grabbed a knife and held it at her chest, pointing forward. The voice chuckled deviously, getting louder as she becamemore desperate.

“Weapons can’t hurt me, no pony can kill me, keep this nonsense up and your life will be mine.”

Neva’s face turned to anger and determination. She thought about escaping, but decided not to. This was her home, she ain’t leaving because of some psycho. She will defend her home, taking this psycho to the hospital, then to the mental ward for mental help.

“Get out of my house you creep!”

The voice laughed once mote. He was no creep. He is far worse. You can’t be a creep when you’re inevitable. The stew flew, making a hot mess in the kitchen. Neva turned her attention to the hot mess. Who the buck is there? Now she's going to half to make her dinner all over once again. Who is attacking her phycology? She yelled at the colt in anger. After hearing herself outlook she started to think this was all in her mind. Surely if not the voice would be so close to her she could feel the breath but it wasn't.

“I know you did that, where the buck are you hiding!?”

The nurse commanded an answer. She called him a creep once again.

“Did you try the couch in the living room again? I’m sitting in it waiting...”

The voice deviously informed the shocked nurse. The nurse wasted no time running to the living room. She saw the chair he was in. In it was a black colt woth purple eyes. The mane and tail was kept short and black. For some reason something seemed odd and godly about it. The texture was like a ruler of Equestria. Was he the kings little brother? Something seemed odd about that couch. It's now... It’s black, and hovering, one the sides was skulls. Why change her living room furniture? The chair turned around, in it was a black unicorn with purple eyes, they looked evil, like to install the fear into the one being stared at. She saw part of him from the side before but uf we're going off biology he doesn't have any resemblance to the king or queen. His legs were crossed, he had a devious smile. The black colt's teeth seemed very sharp. She was a nurse, and she can say pony anatomy doesn’t explain those teeth; sure they might be some awkward teeth maybe a genetic mutation but this doesn't seem likely. The quantity is different as well. His teeth were defying pony anatomy and she doesn't know exactly the defect he's suffering from.

“Hello... Nurse Neva. I have a proposition for you, look on the wooden table.

The colt chuckled. Neva’s eyes slowly decended down at the table, seeing papers. It was like a resume, but instead, it’s done at your own home? Neva saw some of it, it’s like a force-to-work resume. She didn’t like that one bit, he’s in her home, basically threatening her; commanding her work she has no clue about and probably not about her passion. She assumed he was the employer by his actions and attitude. She hadn’t forgotten he also stalked and creeped her out. She is also the one with a weapon, so she refuses to sign for a stranger she doesn’t know.

“I will not sign it. sorry! Now get out of my home!”

Neva commanded in anger and confidence. She knew she could make him leave. He might have magic she never seen before but she has the will; the skill to save ponies, including him. She wants to get him evaluated for being a creepy psychopath. The unicorn watched Neva as she slowly stepped towards him. The black unicorn watched her movements, already having an idea what she might do. Truthfully he felt no intimation at all. She has no clue what she’s about to try. Guess she'll learn the hard way.

“Last warning. Leave unscathed and traumatized. Get out of my house!"

The unicorn felt no threat. She can yell all she wanted, she can threaten all she wants; he will stay; not moving an inch. The black unicorn up,l. Neva felt he was about to attack her. She didn’t see any weapon on him besides maybe those teeth. She aimed for the knee, attempting to stab him in it to incapacitate him. She knows the anatomy of a pony so she knows how to take out their physical capabilities of walking. She would regret and feel remorse for this. She isn’t the type to fight or harm ponies. She had to make sure she doesn’t hit an artery. Even if he attempts to kill her she won't do the same for him. She just wanted to make him unable to harm her. Neva knew his magic would still be an issue, but if his mind is on the wound, then he wouldn’t think to use his magic as retaliation against her, he would try to use it to better the wound or just be distracted and hopefully pass out from the infliction. The pain that would race through his mind. The black colt smirked before dematerializing, appearing behind her. She turned Swiftly to see him grinning.

“I’m ready for my check-up nurse Neva...”

Neva felt a shiver down her spine as she saw a ghost. He knew she was a nurse, but she never meet him or heard of him. Tartarus, she doesn’t know his name. That gouhl turned into for a brief moment into one of her patients she lost. She attacked him again, this time angered that he would make fun of that poor lost colt's soul. The unicorn grabbed the hoof with the knife, stopping the momentum. He used his other hoof to levitate her into the air. Neva dropped the knife after the colt twisted her hoof, spraining it. He moved the nurse over the wooden table.

“Let me he-THE BUCK!?"

She saw him pick up the knife, stabbing it into the table, handle down, vertically facing up. It was underneath her. What was he plannin? He's going to drop her onto the knife!? Neva’s heart raced as she fought against the restraint, feeling the pressure increase with each movement. He wasn’t doing it, she was frightened. She wasn’t ready to die yet. The patients, her friends and most of all her accomplishments up to this point that gave her all of it. She started to breath faster, the pressure almost making breathing impossible.

“Please... Put me down! No-not on that knife please! I can... HELP YOU!"

“I would if you want to die? Now you listen to me you mortal mare... You will sign this resume.”

The colt moved her closer to the table, the knife becoming more menacing with each unit of measurement passed. She shouted help but realized it echoed off the walls. Her cries would only stay in her home. This was a spell they use in rooms to keep ponies who are mentally sick from disturbing the other patients. Nopony would know about this because it’s night. Neva’s at his mercy. She started to give in.

“Can you tell me-what organization am-I applying for? Then... I'll SIGN it!"

Neva stuttered in fear, she didn’t want to die, her fear came closer to her chest by the seconds. The knife was in her fur, she felt the metal of the blade, it was cold. She realized his magic disappeared from it; the knife seemed more sharper, way too sharp for cutting food or anything. It was like it was sharpened to cut into ponies. Her heartbeat was 5 times the normal rate. She was hyperventilating. She started to sob in fear as the knife punctured the chest. It wasn’t in deep, but enough to draw blood. The pain flooded her mind, she knew she had no choice to read the resume.

“FINE! FINE! I’ll sign it, please don’t kill me!”

The colt smiled at the nurse, creating a chair from nothing and sitting in it; the entire room shifted into what looks to be an office. The table and knife were gone, but the other rooms didn’t change, just the living room and the doors to the other rooms. The windows were gone, and it's definitely not natural magic. What is he? He didn’t use magic for this, his horn never glow. Neva dropped to the ground feeling a breeze of relief. The colt gave her a cold glare that sent chills down her spine. She got up, hesitation in her hoof. She reluctantly grabbed the pen and signed the documents.

“Do you like my office?” I wasn’t going to show you all details, just enough. I review the papers after you’ve filled them out.”

Neva thought about escaping and getting the authorities. This is illegal, that was an attempt of murder; if she would've felll she wouldn't had her myocardial punctured and possibly throughthe heart. This is forced employment, he threatened her. Not to mention harassed her and gave her dwar of bodily injury. She kept her eyes on him. The black colt was reviewing the room he created. His eyes locked onto her’s. Neva quickly turned them back to the resume. She was done. Sbe also read a ton of information by skimming. He belongs in a cell with all his probably corrupted employees following.

“I know you’re finished Neva. Don’t you try planning anything or I’ll make sure your heart won’t make another beat. Am I dark clear?”

Neva turned around with the papers in her hoofs and her eyes close in acceptance. Her hooves were shaking profusely, the same for her rear hooves as she made her way towards him. She nearly tripped over a pen with a skull on it. Sh freaked out before regaining her composure, hoofing over the papers to her future employer. He used his magic to review it instantly. He smiled.

“All is right, you live alone. Your mother has passed away, and father a guard, you have one sister and no brothers. You’re-!”

Neva was shocked and scared for her family. How does he know all this? Where did he get this information from? Who is he? She had terror on her face along with anguish. She grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood, attempting to use the tissues as a bandage. The colt laughed and healed her.

“One, how do you know my family!? Two! Who are you!? Three! Who are you!? I saw you use no magic from your horn, so how did you make me float!? How did you heal me with perfect precision? Most unicorns struggle to learn such a spell at that mastery.”

The colt sighed. He will not answer all her future questions, but these he will. Kinda dumb she asked the same questiontwice but true fear amd stuttering does cause that. He sincerely smiled.

“I know your family. It’s in your records, and I am your new boss.”

The colt deviously explained. Neva stared at him, waiting for what’s next. She can’t fight him or trick him as it seems, so she would have to wait for his actions. She wanted to try, but if she failed, he will end her life this time no doubt and possiblyher families?

“Okay... Where is this place I applied for?”

Neva asked with a curious smile. The colt crossed his hoofs, sitting in a chair, leaning back as he kicked two hoofs up on the table that just appeared. It had black skulls on it. The skulls having crimson eyes with blood pouring from it. To say the least Neva was creeped out. She hoped he would change her home back to its original shape. She didn’t want to remove the new unwanted furniture even though she did. It was too creepy. If the authorities came... They would charge her with murder because of the small portion of bloodstains. At first, she thought she might drown but realized the blood was exciting a hole under the rug that was not there before no doubt. The rug also creeped her out. Everything must have skulls, referencing some type of death she assumed.

“It’s in by an old town, Northeast. Go up north approximately 500 hoof steps, then east 289. You should be able to catch the facility with your eyes when you’re approaching from the north.”

Neva repeated the sentence in her head, imagining a town she would go northeast from. She will make sure to bring her compass with her. What old town though, where is that at exactly?

“Um... Where is this old town? What is the name of it?”

The colt kept his position, closing his eye before responding.

“The old town is approximately 1000 hoof steps from here; 500 to the east, then 500 to the north. This will be a far walk every day for you. I suggest moving, and make sure to quit your career as a nurse at ponies’ Health.”

Neva’s anger grew as well as her agitation. How dare he commands her to leave a job that was her passion, not to mention her friends for this corruption. She had a feeling he would make her do this since he’s now her boss. She stood tall, staring down the colt.

“I will not quit my job! I don’t care if the pay at your establishment is more, you will not rip me away from my passion or FRIENDS!”

Neva wasn’t going to be threatened to throw her certifications away and work as a Celestia knows what. The colt had a devious smile on his face. He usually never threatens ponies, no, he does more than just that. There’s a reason why he’s feared by all employees.

“Now, Neva.... Who told you I was ripping you from your passion? Sure I am taking you from your longed loved friends like Demena, but friends are irrelevant to your success in life.”

Neva’s anger grew ever more as well as fear. Has he been stalking her? What is his true origin? Neva was knowledgeable. She knew he's a colt of knowledge himself. If she did perhaps arrest him she would probably still have problems especially with his employees. Trouble meet her the moment he arrived. Nevq didn’t want to anger him. He nearly killed her last time she did. Neva sighed, the colt crossing two of his rear hoofs that were on the table as if it was a kick stand.

“What do you mean, do you have a department that needs a nurse? And you’re wrong.”

Neva formally replied. The colt felt respected, most would tell him no, fight him, deny him and die as a result. Someponies were so stubborn. Therefore... Those who didn't acknowledge their superior were executed. The colt kept his crooked smile.

“I do need a nurse and there’s such a department for that. Wrong about what death-defying mortal?”

The colt eyes locked on to Neva’s, sending chills down her spine. She felt courage flowing through her. She was ready to confront his wrongdoings regardless of how he responds.

“You’re wrong about friendship. Friends don’t make life intolerable. They make it fun, enjoyable and fill you with joy. They help you when you’re in a bad spot. They care about you. They will never let you stay in a bad spot for long. Friends save lives. You should befriend ponies instead of making them coward in fear!”

The colt kept a smirk on his face; it turned to an expression like he already heard this speech before. He closed his eyes then reopened with calmness. He had some advice to give.

“I have better advice Neva. I acknowledge your friendship with your friendship history. Although you're right however just keep in mind they are the first ones that can stab you in the back with all they know about you. Theu can betray you instantly without a second remorseful thought and thuse become your enemy with all your deep dark secrets.”

Neva watched as the room shaping back to its normal shape, the chair melting and disappearing like dandelions blowing into the flowery field. The colt was gone. This gave Neva a fearful anxious feeling. She didn’t know if he was still stalking her or he actually left. She can’t forget what he told her. She can now go to the police, but she didn’t want anypony to get hurt or die from him; he truly seemed like some sort of monster or entity. Would going to the police really be a good idea? She will stay quiet for now, taking a chance to scout him and his facility. Once she does that, she can give the knowledge to them; giving them the information to properly take down the establishment and arrest the employees, shut down the establishment and have that boss arrested. She recalled the directions, making sure to remember them; if she didn’t then she felt like he would come back and kill her like he almost just did.

“So... What happened next?”

Yurin was sitting in the chair she pulled out, her hooves crossed. She couldn’t close the injured wing yet, she had to leave it open; this feeling bothered her little by little. She wanted to close it but the pain would stop her. She guessed when it heals she’ll be able to close it. Neva sighed. Yurin could inference what happens next. It is simple. She'll goes to the facility as told; not being late.

“I go to the facility as told, making sure not to be late. otherwise the punishment would be serve. I knew it.

Yurin thought about going to the police. Why didn’t Neva go to the cops?

“You didn’t go to the police?”

Neva has a faint smile. She wanted to but hadn’t for her family and friends safety. It’s not like he could injury the authorities right? With how many employees he had, she knew there will be a whole lot of deaths and murders. From her friends and family.

“No, you saw how many workers are here? They will kill the policeand me next. I don’t want to initiate that. If the authorities fail, I would face punishment never seen before. A certian henious death."

Yurin thought to herself. She didn’t want nopony to get hurt, but if they do win, they would stop murders from happening. They would save a lot more ponies then a lot more ponies and serve justice. You save more lives than you do ending. The nurse has a point, she didn’t want to be personally tortured and targeted for being a rat; this frightened her to her core.

“I mean you could save more lives by ending a couple. If we lose then I guess we tried to save Equestria.”

Yurin got up, standing on all four hooves. The nurse closed her eyes in grief, she wanted to but can’t stop the thought of ponies dying because of her. She will always save them if she can. There’s never a reason for a life to be stolen.

“You’re right Yurin, but there’s never are a reason to take a pony’s life. I don’t want to do that by having to save lives. If telling the authorities will get some if not all killed ponies involved killed? Then I will mot do that. This place is built excessively huge and almost nearly filled to the brim of the imprisonment metal roof. We would need more than the police.”

The nurse heard a camera turn to her location, it must’ve picked up all the audio. The nurse’s heart dropped to her stomach. She had to quickly think off what to say to not get punished. Yurin heard the camera too, she looked at it. She realized a red light blinking. Her heart dropped to her stomach as well.

“Nopony can stop this facility. No authority can defeat Doom or bring the facility to justice, just remember that and stay silent about this place, got it Mrs. Yurin...?”

Yurin notice the reason the nurse was saying this, she played her part and agreed to stay tight-lipped. At first, she thought she was being serious, but pieced the situation together when she saw the blinking camera. The camera stayed on them like a hawk. This made the two mares want to make every move planned and smart. The nurse finished the papers for the check up and hoofed them to Yurin. The red pegasus grabbed them, making sure not to cut herself with the papers. They were heavier than the usual papers in Equestria.

“See me when you get hurt again, alright Mrs. Yurin?"

Meva asked with fear still accumulating. She had no doubt she’ll be confronted about this conversation. Maybe Yurin would too?

“I will, thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.”

The nurse smiled with a blush. Giving a wave goodbye to Yurin. Yurin also waved a hoof goodbye as she left and slowly shut the door. As the door shut, Tristan’s sleep bubble broke, he slowly regained his wits and stood up, wiping his eyes.

“You both took long enough.”

Yurin had an angry expression. These workers are ungrateful. This nurse saved your lives and all you could think about is it took too long? The nerve of these ponies.

“My wing needed about 10 stitches and a couple of stables. Why do all you killers not appreciate what the nurse has done for you!?”

Yurin barked in anger. Tristan understood why it took long, but if her trainer was another worker. She would get beat up or maybe even killed? He remembers what the nurse did for him; heal him, give him imaginable pain, even though he was the ignorant one. Tristan indicated a hoof for Yurin to follow him. she fallowed his sign language, accompanying him.

“I appreciate it, but other workers don’t.”

Yurin knew he was a bunch of hide. Why would he complain it took so long then?

“Oh come on, be honest with yourself at least!”

Yurin was clearly agitated by the fact workers here didn’t respect the nurse. They're not even giving her a thank you for saving their lives most likely. Tristan decided to change the subject to a crucial matter. It's time to get the mindset back on training.

“We need to focus, let’s talk when we have time, but for now let’s go to the unit you’re assigned to. Those employees are tough jerks so don't want to look weak by being late.”

Yurin kept quiet as they walked towards the door of the unit. Tristan was a little relieved she didn’t spot him napping. Napping is never permitted in this place ever. You will get disciplinary action will be executed on the worker who did so. Hopefully no manager saw him on camera. If so, then he was waiting too long for Yurin. Is that really his fault? The pair stopped at the door, ready to go inside the unit. At least Tristan was. Yurin was more nervous and scared then ever.

“Prepare yourself for this unit Yurin. Act as tough as you can. Lift as much as you can. Never show weakness in this unit. Never complain about anything, just do it. Follow my lead and never be vulnerable and show weaknesses.”

Yurin nodded her head in agreement. He may be her Ex colt friend but he still cares about her. She understood the instructions he layed out. This unit must be the act tough or get ruff one. She'll try her best.

Unit 45! The Weak Dies! The Strong Survives!

Tristan knocked on the door, making it a heavy knock; if the knock is puny, the door will never be opened by the workers in this unit. Yurin was still stiff, she didn’t want to pretend to be tough, work out, or not show any weakness. She wants to be herself, which is a friendly helpful pegasus. She’s new to this, the work place and this wick behavior. Anypony will hate to work against their will. She will hate keeping silent about this place to the outsiders, it will be hard, especially with her parents. They all deserve to know the evil of this organization. The door open, making cracking sounds even though it's metal. That werid for steel to make that sound. The colt who opened the door was named Grayson. He was obviously worker of this unit. One that take not jokes, unless they are about strength.

“Hello Tristan, what brings you to this unit? Need a workout? Or did you come too get in a fight again?"

Grayson’s light blue eyes turned to the red pegasus with disbelief. Tristan is known as a trainer to newcomers. So the manager on this floor or Doom better not make this pathetic pegasus part of this unit. She looks weak and she's a mare. Grayson gave Yurin a nasty look. Tristan notice this and felt a little annoyed. He definitely might try to hurt her. Every time a newcomer tries to be put into this unit, it usually ends with them leaving the unit with a black eye or almost being slaughtered. The look always starts before the interrogation. Then the assaulting and beat down.

...

“No thanks. I see the look in your eyes. You know why I’m here? Just know I just doing my job, you understand right?”

Grayson smirked at Tristan. He had compassion for Tristan, he has to help the weak newcomers, inexperienced, and easy to instill fear in. Such a waste of a job title.

“I know. What’s your name pathetic pegasus?”

Yurin didn’t like the situation she was in. Already seems one of the 3 hates him, she noticed the other two workers. One seemed very strong. She guessed this because he was moving pallets that are weighed with a ton of containers in them. She will soon learn what in them. The colt was pulling multiple pallets with a rope of some kind. That rope must be very durable. Yurin didn't want to guess what's in the containers since it was red colored. Also that colt that was just walking and looked like he was having no strain of fatigue. The other colt was-! Yurin threw up in her mouth. The sight she saw was repulsive, evil and disgustin. How could ponies do that to other ponies? Yurin lost her cool. she was paralyzed with fear, disgust, and disbelief. Tristan shook his head in disappointment. She is going to end up with more than a black eye if she keeps showing weakness. The other workers notice Yurin at the big metal door. Yurin was able to remember what they all looked like. Grayson had a long tail that went slim to the end; his mane was a little spiky in the front. The rest of the mane was smooth, besides at the neck, which was also spiky. His mane and tail were bright blue. Grayson’s coat was gray. Tumbra was the other one, he was the nearest to Yurin. He had a teal mohawk and what seems to be a torn tail. It was a decent length, but there seems to be a tear in the middle. His coat was black, his eyes dark green. Both Grayson and Tumbra didn’t seem the friendly type. They seemed to be more belligerent than anything else. The other colt-!

Tristan walked into the unit. Yurin was nervous like never before. She watched Tristan walk in. The two colts looked at Yurin, giving her an expression that says to reluctantly come on in. Yurin at first thought it was a ghost that shut the door but realized a sky color aura on the doorknob. Yurin got close to Tristan, almost comforting herself with him. Yurin couldn’t help but to shake. Tristan sighed, his head turning up, then down at Yurin who was snuggling in his chest.

“Do you want to lose a limb or have broken bones?”

Tristan whispered. He wanted Yurin to be safe and the only way to do that is to stop showing weakness and fear. Grayson heard the whispering, he also already knew Tristan was trying to keep newcomers safe. That information was beat out of the newcomers. He walked aside Tristan, pacing around both Yurin and Tristan.

“It’s cute to see you trying to keep the pathetic and worthless newcomers safe, but in some perspectives, that shows your heart is weak. How adorable... she's shaking...”

Tristan gave Grayson a flustered look. He walked towards the worker with no fear or hesitation. He was face to face with Grayson, Tristan giving off a disgusted look. Grayson just smiled. Yurin felt her anxiety climb as the situation escalated. They, from a viewpoint, looked as if they were going to throw hooves. Tristan wasn’t like any of the other workers here. He too didn’t want to be here. But sometimes what you don’t want to happen, happens by force. Yurin was his exmare friend and he wasn’t going to let what happened to the other newcomers happen to her. He cared for ponies, especially Yurin still. This caring trait most of the workers here lack.

“What’s cute is your mouth, stop treating others that are beneath you like they are worthless garbage! My heart is in the right place! Yours is in the stony abyss!"

Grayson snickered. He had an idea. An idea Tristan would agree to. They already have all the assignments finished. Now all they are doing is wrapping it up, then doing extra assignments.

“You knew she should’ve just been sliced to chunks by that fan, stupid unit 30, they are always trying to be the hero, like you... I have a suggestion Tristan...?”

Tristan gulped. He already guessed what it was going to be. Yurin finally got the courage to stand up for herself. She accompanied Tristan with a stern expression.

“I have a suggestion, how about you learn some-!”

Yurin received a hoof slap in the face, causing her to slide across the floor, hitting a wooden crate with her head.

“Yurin! Why would you do that Grayson!?”

Tristan with a frantic and angry look stared at the gray colt. Grayson snickered. Seems like his deductions was right. He wonder if she is more than a 'trainee'.

“No worthless hide will speak down to me as they are higher, she is indefinitely not. I hoped a concussion would do her some good. Learn to keep that mouth shut of yours newbie!"

Yurin struggled to get back on all four hooves. That hit left a small bump on her head. She almost fell back down on cold graphite floor. She felt the back of her head, feeling a the new bump; attemptingto soothe the pain away. He hit her hard, like a scooter hitting you in the chest or stomach. Grayson is definitely stronger than the average colt. SHe slowly made her way back to Tristan, rubbing the knot once again. She was on guard now. she remembered what Tristan said.

("Don't show weakness Yurin.")

The red pegasus finally understood her ex colt friend now. He didn’t seem to be a lier or instill fear into other ponies or trick them without good reason. She knew Tristan too well. That's how he was in high school. Yurin felt bad for not trusting Tristan. it was logical to distrust somepony who lead you into a monstrous, wicked, evil place but she knows he had a reason. Was he possibly forced and scared into doing it? Maybe the boss threatened him. Something happened for him to do that and she wants to know when she can.

“Now back to my suggestion Tristan... You want that red pegasus to be safe huh? Fight me then. I could use a fight. I would enjoy breaking your bones, which one should I start with-!”

Yurin was in shocked. Did Tristan just punch him in the face? It was definitely hard, but damn that must've hurt. Ha! Serves that ass right! Grayson fell, quickly picking himself back up. Grayson had an irritated expression on his face, one that wanted to get revenge. Yurin believes he must have done that because of what he did to her. She almost wanted to blush. She didn’t forget he was threatening Tristan so it could'vebeen both. Grayson faced Tristan with an angry glance. Tumbra was sitting in a seat. Stuff like this he normally ignores but if anything gets on his nerves or bothers him including that female pegasus they will be dearly sorry. Tumbra was a patiently waiting for the other member/leader of the unit to come back from taking the load to shipment.

“You knew why I did that, and for your suggestion. How do I know you’ll keep your word?”

Another voice gloomed in. It was Tumbra. Grayson Snickered at Tristan.

“She won’t be safe, trust me. Grayson is going to demolish you, if not I will.”

Tristan glared at Tumbra. Tumbra was getting annoyed already from the bickering from Tristan and Grayson. They would be cowards and team upon him Tristan thought? Would their leader really respect them for that?

“I thought this unit was a unit of one’s strength. Are you breaking your own code? Are you planning on helping Grayson fight? If you are, theb that is cowardly! Your leader wouldn’t respect you for that!"

Tumbra laughed. Grayson joined his friend in laughter. Grayson turned around and walked to Tumbra, sitting down in the chair beside him, he thanked Tumbra for pulling the chair out. Tristan is pathetic for trying to be the hero.

“I don’t need to help him. He will take care of you, then maybe I could also give you a punishment of losing, of course can give it to your pegasus friend?”

Tristan didn’t like the tone from Tumbra. They are so confident in their strength, that they are going to lose because they have no skill besides that. The door to the unit slammed shut.

“Oh, we have to tell Coomber about this.”

“I agree.”

Coomber walked from the door to them he looked at Yurin and Tristan with a grin.

“Tell me what? Are we having a mare join this unit, if so... State your name?”

Yurin was shocked to hear this. He really wanted to hear her name? He seems more polite than the others. Tristan assured her to not trust him.

"He is the leader of this unit. He isn’t just the leader, but he is also known throughout the organization as the strongest killer in physical strength."

Yurin could definitely believe that, she saw him pulling a lot of pallets with a ton of containers on them. Some pallets in the back had large creates that seemed to weigh about 15 ponies a piece.

“My name is Yurin sir? What is yours may I ask?”

Yurin was formal with her words, she didn’t want to insult or anger him, Tristan kept his expression, hoof plamming at Yurin’s question. He just told her his name! Coomber used his magic to pull a chair down and catch it with one hoof. He quickly after placed it down to sit in.

“My name is heard already. My name is Coomber. The gray one is Grayson. The black one is Tumbra. They are enforcers in this unit, to keep ponies that will slow us down out by any means."

Yurin had a flustered expression. That's ’s why they were being mean to her. Because of him? Also Grayson is very observation of a name to remember since his coat is gray. Are they scared of Coomber?

“Do I seem like I will slow you down sir?”

Coomber sighed, smiling at her with disappointment.

“I will tell you the truth, yes. I suggest you request to be transferred to another unit.”

Yurin couldn’t believe this. Was it because she’s a mare? Is that why they thinks she’s weak? She didn’t want to hang with them anyway. So she was already going to submit a request to be transferred. Tristan was going to see too. Grayson and Tumbra laughed loudly at Yurin. Yurin never felt such discriminated in her life. She was put down put down because of her status.

“Oh Coomber, you need to hear what Grayson suggested to Tristan.”

Coomber turned his head over Tumbra, facing Grayson next.

“Let me guess, a fight?”

Grayson kept his smirk. Coomber was very intelligent so he obviously already knew.

“For that red pegasus safety. Tristan is also pathetic!”

Grayson turned his head to Tristan after he insulted him. Yurin wanted to yell at them very badly. She wantsd to put them in their place but held back the urge. Tristan kept giving her the sign with his eyes to say nothing.

“I see. When do you plan to fight him, Grayson?”

The unit leader asked. He was wondering if it would be at lunchtime. He could use some entertainment about nowish. Grayson already had it thought out, it will happen whenever after work. Grayson grew a devious smile.

“It will happen after we leave today, and Tristan agrees too. Unless he wants something to happen to his mare friend?”

Tristan wanted to blush from embarrassment. That’s a low blow. Especially since they aren’t anyomore, but he didn’t give in. It was clear the break up he had to do still bothered him. But why? Is it because she was cu-cute? Could it be because he’s responsible for bringing her here and now feels a need to amend over the guilt? Tristan looked at Grayson. The look in his eyes was one of a father to protect their offspring. Grayson saw the gaze, giving a smile with a little of his teeth showing.

“I did... Where at Grayson, ain’t we’re deciding on that?”

Grayson smirked. Grayson was deciding. It will be behind the facility, at the smoothest part of the edge of the cliff. Grayson got up and moved the crimson color curtains, sunshine making its into the ever glooming place.

“Come here, Tristan. I want to show you where we will fight. Since you probably won’t be able to remember without a glance.”

Tristan got up, Yurin following. As soon as Yurin started to walk with Tristan, she was yelled at by Grayson to sit back down. She could easily tell it was hostile. He ain't her boss, she doesn't have to listen to him. She wanted to bark back at Grayson but held the urge to do so back. She sighed, she didn’t want to provoke Grayson anymore, so she did as told. The two colts eager to fight stared out the window next to each other. Tristan was angry, but calm, not trying to lose his composure. He knew deep down inside this could end badly for him. He knows how strong Coomber is, so what if he wins? Would Coomber toss Grayson out or is he best friends with Grayson and will come after Tristan for revenge or... Unlikely let it go?

“You see that part of the Cliff that is flat, that’s where you should be at after the facility let’s out.”

Grayson directed Tristan’s eyes to the Clift where he should be for the fight after the organization close. Tristan didn’t want to battle. Some part of him wanted to try to resolve it with words, but this unit is not about resolving conflicts with words and peace. It’s about strength, combat, and skill, but the priority of this unit is strong. If you don’t have that then you are viewed as no hope, worthless pretty much. Tristan let a fake smile form then made his way back to his seat, sitting down. Yurin tried to comfort him. She obviously saw stress from him. Despite what he did he didn't deserve to be dragged into a fight because of her. She could tell his posture was worrisome. She could see sweat forming on his forehead. Even he doesn’t deserve this treatment from these bullies. She held hope in her beliefs that she was brought here because of the boss forcing Tristan to do so. Grayson sat down next to Coomber.

“So, do we go to lunch Coomber with them or do we ditch them? Ain’t it almost time for lunch?”

Coomber nodded his head. The sun was getting lower, but usually when the view reaches the peak of the mountain is lunchtime.

“You know that management will get angry if she’s not at our table. So let her sit the farthest from us.”

Tumbra reminded Grayson of the rules. They are stupid. Why can’t they just be lifted for them? Since they are the ones that get the most shipments put out and work done.

“Just don’t try to fight them at lunch. Remember what happened to the other table because of that stupid colt with the red head. The whole cafeteria went into chaos because of him throwing food and it hit the other table. Then war went lose after series of domino effects.”

Tumbra and Grayson laughed. What is Coomber talking about? That was fun, but it was spoiled when Doom had to stop it, weak managers if you ask Tumbra and Grayson.

“Wasn’t that dumb colt in unit 34? Stupid bucker...”

Yurin was clueless about what they were talking about. She started to ask Tristan, and he explained it in detail since the colt he was training that day was the trouble maker. Grayson’s and Tumbra’s attention turned to Tristan. Coomber closed his eyes, his head down towards the ground.

“It was unit 34. The name of that colt was Bombeda. He was terminated because of it. By the boss. I saw it happen when I went to the office with him, the boss attention shifted to me after Bombeda’s Death. He let me slide since he reviewed the footage of the cameras and found me trying to stop the fight. I could not explain how relieved I was. I thought I was next. He threatened me stating if I wasn’t trying to pervent the food fight when it first started he will sentence me to my doom.”

Yurin had never heard Tristan talk this much. It was like him telling an orgnin story but withca grimdark end. The colts were entertained by the story. Grayson wanted to hurt Tristan even more now since he didn’t train that moron manners.

“You should’ve taught that fool manners! I hope this pathetic pegasus have fine manners!”

“We don’t need a strike on our unit’s reputation because of a unprofessional mare or colt.”

Tumbra devious smile disturbed Yurin when he said that. It was like he was directing it to her. Threatening her. Yurin had enough. She was going to stand up for herself. She was tired of being pit down as trash, tried of their insults. She tired of them treating her and Tristan like hide.

“You know I-!”

Yurin was in the process of getting up when the bell rang, stopping her speech. Coomber opened his eyes, getting up. Tumbra, Tristan, and Grayson did the same. Yurin followed Tristan’s instructions, getting up and accompanying him. She assumed this was the lunch bell. She already saw the cafeteria when she was falling down the stairs. It’s the first floor. It was all the way in the back. How does she remeber that with the concussion she definitely would have?

Lunch time right?”

Yurin acted as if she didn’t assume it was lunchtime, but she was right. It’s too convenient for them to talk about a food fight and then a bell rang nearing the day’s climax.

“Yup, follow me.”

Tristan smiled at Yurin, Yurin giving Tristan one back.

“And you fallow us, Tristan, don’t you dare make a mockery of us when we are at lunch.”

Grayson commanded. His eyes had a strict look like to listen to everything he told him. Tristan would not listen to Grayson but instead ignore him. He knows how to make it through this place. He been here for a very long time. He trains at least 70 workers although. Tristan scuffled at Grayson, following him with Yurin behind them. They all exited the unit. Coomber being the leader, as Tumbra and Grayson followed behind him. They didn’t want Yurin or Tristan near them since they express the word pathetic. They made it down the stairs, Tristan listened to a conversation Grayson had, the words he heard were: “Should I through him down the stairs after beating him?” Yurin heard it, she was flustered. Why and how could they treat him with such disrespect? He was nice to them as he entered. Grayson started it. She really wanted to scold Grayson, and somewhat Tumbra; Tumbra seems to be the quiet one of the group, which most likely means he’s dangerous to be around. Tumbra might probably be more malicious then Grayson? Yurin heard lots of hooves running downstairs. She turned her head up, getting a sight she haven’t seen since her time in school.

“Holy Celestia, how many units come down to eat lunch!? Cause it looks like it’s almost thirty!?”

The group made it to the cafeteria, heading to the kitchen to pick up their meals for today. Yurin remembered the lunch workers faces, they were gloomy. Deep down inside she could tell they are psychopaths, just like the rest of the workers in this place. The group got their lunch. The choices was limited, only one set of servings. This day’s serving was a sandwich that had some type of meat in it. The sandwhich had vegetables and fruit on the side. Yurin didn’t want to think what she thought about what the meat was made of. It sickens her. Tristan noticed Yurin about to freak out with anxiety. he decided to tell her what type of meat this is, and it’s not what she’s thinking.

“It’s not what you think it is-!”

The doors burst open. Tons of employees swarming the kitchen for their servings. The group sat down at a table that was small in diameter. The table, it looked like it was made of gray graphite. At first she thought it was just this unit’s table design since these colts are about being tough and fearless, but she discovered all the tables had the same design, usually, there are 3 chairs at the tables, but this one had 5 chairs, it had to be management that placed them here. The three colts sat down with their trays, eating their food. Coomber seemed to only eat the vegetables and fruit. They choose the chairs closest to each other. They really do despise her and Tristan don’t they? The cafeteria started to fill with voices from other workers. A lot of conversations being made. The chatting has begun yurin thought. She and Tristan sat down. Yurin looked intensely nervous. She stared at her tray, trying to convince herself this was nothing but a delusional nightmare she was living, one she would rather wake up from.

“Like I was saying. This meat is from chickens. We call it chicken flesh. Since ince they slice it off the chickens. It’s good if you give it a try.”

Yurin wasn’t trying that. That's is disgusting as it is despicable. How could ponies do that to chickens!? They are for a farm, not to kill and eat. They were lovely creatures.

“If you want to get strong... Then I recommend you avoid the primary meal on your tray.”

Yurin’s eyes moved up to Coomber. He doesn’t even like the chicken? Her eyes then went back to the sandwich.

“You don’t like the sandwiches they make here?”

Coomber didn’t reply, only seeing him split his sandwich for Grayson and Tumbra; putting the half sandwiches on their trays as they ate. They ate their vegetables first, as this was the unit’s first rule while eating. “Consume your fruit and vegetables first.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t give the good protein.”

Tristan sighed. Yurin looked at Grayson with confusion. “Good protein?” Just what the heck is that definition?

“What do you mean by good protein?”

“Yurin, make sure to eat your vegetables first, then the fruits. Otherwise they are inspired to punish you for it.”

The red pegasus heart dropped. Her attention turning to Grayson and Tumbra; they both gave her a cold threatening stare. She wanted to laugh a little in fear but was able to resist the urge to do so. She started to eat the carrots first, then celery, she didn’t like the broccoli, but forced it down her throat. She then attend to the fruit, she ate the oranges, apples, and her 1 pear, she liked them all. Better than broccoli she thought
However she still couldn’t get the courage to eat the sandwich.

“Do we have to eat the sandwich?”

Before Tristan could reply, Coomber told her no. She was relieved she didn’t have to consume chickens, her anxiety build on being forced to eat the sandwich, but now she feels relief. Tristan finished eating. Yurin couldn’t believe he would eat that sandwich. He was the colt in school to help all animals, now he eats them!?

“How could you eat that Tristan?”

Yurin remorsefully asked her Excolt friend. Tristan thought to himself. She was an animal lover in school, helping a squirrel back to its tree, a bird back to its nest, and a bee to a flower; that one was a little extreme, but he guessed Yurin’s kindness can extend into dangerous situations. These colts are ruining Yurin’s kindness. This whole facility will change her. Tristan knew it, but he didn’t want to believe it. Tristan smirked at Yurin.

“This place. It will change your personality, mood, and outlook of things Yurin, I lost my heart for animals ever since this place shows they can be eaten and actually taste good, depending how you prepare them.”

Grayson watched Tristan’s expression. Was that sorrow he showed. For what? Those dumb inconsequential animals. Tumbra just ignored Tristan, calling him a pathetic goodie to shoes. Yurin didn’t like or agree with Tristan, but she at least took respect with honesty. This place can you change you, she even feels a little changed already, and she doesn’t like it. Yurin broke her sandwich in two and hoofed it out for Grayson and Tumbra. She felt disgusted breaking the sandwich, but she guessed if she wastes it. The authorities of this facility will get on her about it. Grayson and Tumbra were a little hungry still but didn’t want to accept food from the pathetic.

“Why don’t you eat it?”

“Did you poison it with weakness?”

Yurin laughed with humor. No she didn’t poison it at all. It's appalling how rude and untrusting they are. They ain’t rubbing it off on her. She didn’t draw the hoof back, she left it out for them to take it. Coomber was a tiny bit shocked by his friend’s attitude, but they really should just accept the sandwich. After all if you're hungry don't pass up your body nutritional needs.

“You two should eat the half of her sandwich since she’s offering, not many workers here do that.”

Grayson and Tumbra stared at the sandwich with a little bit of disgust and hesitation. They didn’t want to show disrespect to Coomber, so they both took it from Yurin and ate their half. Coomber was a little more annoyed they didn’t thank her for the sandwich halves.

“You two should say thank you at least for the sandwich halves.”,

Grayson turned to Yurin with malevolence. Tumbra turned to Yurin with a careless attitude. They both reluctantly rudely thanked her. Yurin still took their thanks, Mabey it’s possible to change their attitudes? Very unlikely. Maybe they were forced to be like that? She wanted to show them the light outside of the facility. She knows deep down they aren’t bad ponies, they are colts forced to work for this facility just like her. She refuses to believe they found out about the facility with its truth intact. This place can change ponies she sure of it. Maybe they were once kind individuals. Trumbra seems the quite type so he probably was a harmless intervort. She just doesn't know and probably will never. What matters now is how do they handle waste here?

“Where do we throw the trays away?”

Yurin noticed a worker walk past her, she felt the wind, enjoying it a little. The worker quickly pulled Grayson’s chair out from underneath him, causing him to fall in shock.

“Why the Celestia did you do that!?”

Yurin barked at the worker that pulled Grayson’s chair from underneath him. The worker smiled at Yurin, she wouldn’t know what this unit did to him, they are buckers. Grayson got up rubbing his head. He was fuming. He attempted to approach the worker, but was stopped by a black hoof, Grayson was shocked, it was Coomber’s hoof.

“Sit back down, I’ll handle this. Some units need to be reminded why this unit is in the top 5 best units for a reason. We don't play games.”

Grayson nodded with the assurance Coomber will take care of it. The worker laughed loudly, getting the attention of the other workers. They all knew what was going to happen, why did that worker do that to that unit? Was that unit playing truth or dare that worker was from? Maybe he wanted to die? It's stupidity whatever the reason is.

“You bucked up now you pathetic punk!”

Grayson yelled at the worker with anger. He was more confident, joyful that the worker will get what coming to him. If it was him he might beat him to the inch of his life. Yurin had no clue what was going on. She can predict a fight is about to occur. She hoped not a murder.

“You going to fight me, old colt?”

Tristan told Yurin to look away from the confrontation between Coomber and the worker. She didn’t want to, but she did, turing a 180 degrees. She had eye contact with a unit that was waving to her. It was a colt with a green mane and tail, and a pink mare, they seemed happy. They were saying things, but Yurin couldn’t understand them. She wanted to get up, but with what’s going on and that’s she’s new. She’s unsure if she can get up. She is a adult mare she should be able to do so with no consequences. Coomber is up, so why couldn’t she?

“That unit would be fit for you.”

Yurin was confused by Tristan. Did knew that unit was looking at her? She doesn’t believe not 1 unit in this disgusting, despicable, place is for her. She wanted to leave and never come back.

“To be honest, no unit here is best for me. They are all monsters-!”

Yurin heard a scream and a sound that was like a heavyweight. She quickly turned back to Coomber. The sight of that worker flying through the air and into the kitchen. She watched as his head went into the wall. That sound was Coomber’s punch? He really is strong then. She turned to Coomber to see him sitting with his eyes closed.

“Don’t you think you went a little overboard?”

Coomber smirked and stayed silent. Grayson laughed.

“Buck no! That’s what he gets for making me bang my head on this hard-hide floor!”

Tumbra agreed with Grayson. They looked like evil colts with the smirks they expressed together. Yurin didn’t think that was right to make up for his assault. Another discipline should have be enacted. An eye for an eye doesn't make a right in Yurin's eyes. This place is truly despicable.

“Ugh. Do we have to wait for the bell to throw our trays away?”

Tumbra, Tristan, and Grayson looked at Yurin with disbelief she asked such a stupid question. Yurin started to feel embarrassed by the looks they gave her. Of course, she didn’t show it to them; knowing showing embarrassment in front of Grayson and Tumbra would be bad news. She got up and walked to the nearest trash can. She notice some ponies faces, some are younger than her. She knew this because they are pegasus she remembered before graduation. They were freshmen or sophomores. She never asked them since she was graduating. She remembers some being in her classes too, but she liked to study alone or with friends. Maybe they recognize her? Hopefully not... She already knew from back then. This caused an error expression to form on Yurin’s face. Her expression was terrified relizing it seems they aren’t just making adult colts and mares work here. They’re also letting minors work here as well. Yurin dropped the tray in the trash. She noticed another mare doing the same thing at the trashcan she was at. She was pink with a gloomy mane and tail.

“Hi, I know you’re new here, confused, sad, betrayed, my name is Cupcakes... What's yours?”

Yurin was shocked she knew the whole story. Was Tristan friends with them, or is she mystic? Maybe she could relate?

“My-my name is Yurin, nice to meet you Cupcakes. How did you know how I got here?”

Cupcakes giggled, sounding gloomy as she did.

“Because those are the sentences you hear come out of the truthful worker’s mouths. The others would just lie why they got here because of their pride.

Yurin couldn't help but feel a little nervous around this mare. She seems nice, but the psychopath can hide underneath the smile. Just like she remembered a colt in history doing to mares before taking them home and doing unspeakable acts to them.

“Did you get forced to work here?”

Cupcakes smirked a little, before turning the expression to a grin.

“No. I was offered it and didn’t refuse the job. It'’s not like it was going to matter. I don’t remember anything before that. I lost my memories of my past.”

Yurin felt bad for Cupcakes but at the same time... She didn’t like her. She didn’t try to refuse the job. Does that mean this is her talent or hobby? She really doesn’t act like a monster. What’s her deal? Maybe she’s lying?

“Maybe you hit your head in this nasty place? I hope you remember soon.”

Cupcakes smiled at Yurin, thanking the young red pegasus. She knew she had to give Yurin a warning about the unit she was in.

“Please be careful in Coomber’s unit. They are-!”

“Very rude, ignorant, prideful and selfish. I found that out already. Their priorities are only strength. I swear, they remind me of the bullies in school.”

Cupcakes giggled at Yurin’s response. She was right on all these accounts. What she probably didn’t know was 1 detail that would help her leave that unit.

“If you want the best way to leave, just request it to your floors manager. Our manager. He will remove and transfer you to another unit. That’s what Coomber’s unit does. They make them leave by bullying them and sometimes even beating them until they do. They nearly killed a mare before."

Yurin started to panic. She knew they would harm her, but hearing it from this pony who probably been here for a very long time, frightened her. Even if she can’t remember past, she knows a lot about this place it seems. This only served to make Yurin even more anxious.

(”Oh! Might want to get back to my unit!”)

Yurin thought to herself mentally. She had more waves of anxiety flood in. She didn’t know what Coomber’s unit would do to her if she was late coming back. Would that would show lack of attention? Would this prove she’s weak in their eyes.

“I think I should go back to my unit. Nice meeting you. Hey, maybe they can make me part of your unit?”

Cupcakes laughed loudly. Yurin got confused, didn’t she want her to move units? Why not with her’s then?

“Is there a reason you are laughing?”

Cupcakes stopped. Doesn’t she know only 3 workers are allowed to be in the same unit?

“Don’t you know only 3 workers can be in one unit? Unless special occasions are taken into effect.

Yurin inference what that means. She already has 3 workers in her unit. She guesses she’ll have to find another. Well probably most units here have 3, so she probably going to have to wait until a slip up hsppens or new ones are built.

(”Wait a minute, then why am I in this rude hide unit?”)

“Why am I in this unit then Cupcakes if only 3 workers are permitted to work together in one unit? Huh?”

Cupcakes knew she doesn’t have time to talk. She decided to remind her to get back to her unit.

“You might want to get back to your unit. I don’t want you getting hurt by those stupid meatheads.”

Cupcakes walked away, heading back to her table. She was getting wave at from a black colt with green eyes. Yurin was left flustered. Why did she ingnore her question? Yurin made her way back to her table and sat down, getting dirty looks from Grayson and Tumbra.

“So you talked to Cupcakes? She’s such an idiotic insane pony.”

Tumbra didn’t like Cupcakes being called the top worker.

“She’s also pathetic compared to us.”

Grayson reminded Tumbra. He remembers Cupcake’s attacks are lethal and not planned, especially if you can provoke her. Although that what they say Coomber did warn them about her. Yurin’s expression changed to anger. They seriously watched her. Did they hear them talk?

“Whatever-!”

The bell rang, startling Yurin and some of the other nearby workers. Grayson and Tumbra expected the bell. Yhey had been here too long to be startled by it. They believe they had the strength to resist being startled by almost anything. Coomber got up, Grayson and Tumbra following his lead. They still have their trays still so they must be heading to the trash to toss it Yurin thought.

“I got this.”

Tumbra horn illuminated with magic glow, teleporting the trays into the trash. Yurin saw the trays disappear. She quickly assumed it was to the trashcan, but with these colts, it could be on somepony’s bed. She hoped not. His magic must be precise to do that with such speed.

“So I assume we go back to the unit?"

Tristan used his hoof to give Yurin a yes, and a warning not to ask excessively many dumb questions.

“Follow me. You too Yurin and Tristan. It's time you two start working in our unit.”

Tristan wanted to respond, stating he already worked in their unit with another recruit, but kept his mouth shut. He remebered the broken jaw he received for replying to him in a disrespectful way. Tristan and Yurin followed Coomber, Grayson, and Tumbra back to the unit. Yurin noticed a couple of workers shoving each other out of the way; there’s no doubt about it, this place is full of belligerent workers with no compassion for others. Yurin noticed most of the workers bypassed Coomber’s unit. She thought they must be afraid. That's stupid because they haven’t shown to be as scary as Tristan says they are. Coomber opened the door, keeping a hoof on it to let the others in.

“You learned Tristan
You remember to not ask too many questions nor disrespect me. That was for you Yurin to hear.”

Yurin felt confused. If she doesn’t ask and does the assignments incorrectly, then who’s fault is it?

“Not to be rude, but what if I do the assignments incorrectly then?”

Coomber smirked, he just told her not to ask many questions and she started right after. But she does have a point.

“You must remember how to do your assignments. Tristan will be your teacher, not me. Now go and learn. And stop asking questions. I don't need my two employees making a mess from you.”

Tristan pulled Yurin over to the counter. She must be very fearsome and crazy to keep asking questions to Coomber. He's one of the highest ranks in all of the organization.

“Are you nuts? Don’t ask him questions at all. he once broke my jaw because I did and apparently it was disrespectful! I tell you what. I never did ask him 1 question again.”

Yurin’s fear grew. She could tell by the look Tristan gave her. He ain’t telling a lie. Coomber doesn't seem the rude type. He's not violent unless provoke. She pushed these thoughts to the side. What matters now is what assignments she has. How can she complete them? What’s the complete schedule?

“Sorry to change such a tragic subject, but what assignments must I be forced to do, and where's this place schedule?”

Tristan got flustered, but calmed down. He knew she was new and didn’t want to get disciplined again. He didn’t want to get in trouble for not teaching Yurin, so he decided to teach her properly.

“Okay, fine. I give you a schedule for the first floor. Make sure to bring a bag tomorrow.”

Yurin got confused. She thought she was going to get her schedule first before coming to this belligerent unit, but it looks like she’s wrong. Do the managers expect her and the rest of the newbies to remember what they do by memory? This place is already wicked, so this wasn’t a surprise to Yurin. Yurin nodded at Tristan. They both decided to get to work. If the boss saw them goofing around... They would surely pay. Tristan got a container, one with blood and another with body parts.

“Alright, seems they already did the gutting part. Now we have to examine the parts in the containers, inspecting it for any damage, also determining the blood type. I hope you’re ready Yurin, the learning process is easy to grasp. The process of doing it the first time will be trouble. Prepare yourself, Yurin.”

Yurin remembered getting the first glance of what they do here. Yurin remembers coming into this unit and almost receiving a panic attack from what she saw. She wanted to scream so bad. Tristan warned Yurin with a straight look. This job was hard because of the perfection the workers must have. 1 mistake can cost you a limb if you’re aren’t new. Yurin remembers quoting Tristan warning before the first assignment was started. She could tell already this job is not the one she signed up for. she wished she could leave, apply for the job she wanted, and stay good hearted. Yurin knew by the end of today... she would not be herself anymore.

A Work Shift Ended! A Brawl Between A Bully and A Stand Upper!

Yurin started putting the containers up after she finished labeling them, Grayson kept being annoying to her, but other than that this job is simply easy so far, if you are only labeling containers and stacking them up where they need to go. It’s definitely terrifying what’s in the containers, Yurin nearly vomited three times initially doing the job. She would have to cut limbs off tomorrow, which she wishes she could skip. She wondered what’s next.

“So what-!?”

“Almost time to leave, Grayson and Tumbra make sure the equipment is put up, and it looks clean, Tumbra, you do a good job making it look clean so make sure it looks clean.

“Yes sir!”

Tumbra and Grayson both responded in unison. Both had their right front hooves up to their head like a salute. Coomber walked out of the door with a supplies form, as well as assets forms too, the door shut making a loud metal bang. Grayson and Tumbra started doing what Coomber asked them to do. Yurin was confused what to do next. Tristan was ready to help her out.

“Double check your work, then when the place looks clean enough and everything is put up, then you can leave when the alarm goes off.”

Yurin thanked Tristan but how do they pay you here?

“I have a question, when and what are we payed by? I assume we are payed by bits.”

“Yes. We’re payed by the amount of days we work here, which should be everyday or else you would suffer a similar fate to those who don’t.”

“So if you don’t you...”

“Yes, you die or suffer torture you wish you never have. And our pay day is normally in 2 more days, they might skip you since you just started because 2 days is not a normal pay.”

“O-okay. I probably wouldn’t know that, so thank you. Wow, Tumbra does a lot of cleaning... Look at him go with that broom.”

“Yeah, be cautious not to disturb him when he’s cleaning, he may seem silent, but he’s not a push over, he will make you regret it.”

Yurin knew Tumbra was like a silent kid at school, they are dangerous and they don’t normally seem that way because they are quiet unless disturbed.

“What’s you advice for Grayson then, besides him being a bully?”

Seeing Grayson turn to her and Tristan, who both stared at him back, Yurin with a little bit of fear and Tristan looked back with anger. Grayson finished packing a tote up clear of blood and clapping the lid on, he putting it back onto the metal rack on the shelf that said O positive. He then stepped off the step stool and towards Yurin and Tristan.

“I hope Tristan you didn’t forget where to met me at after today. Ready for a beating?”

“Ha you wish! The better question is, are you ready to be humiliated in front of Coomber and Tumbra?”

Grayson face went from confident to laughter.

“Oh, so you knew they would be there...?”

“I did!”

Grayson walked around Tristan, keeping his confident attitude. Doesn’t Tristan remember when he first Joined this unit what happened to him by Grayson?

“If you remember as I recall correctly, I broke your jaw when you talked to me like that Tristan, and I’m gonna do it again, along with your spirit.”

Tristan stepped in front of Grayson, thinking Grayson would bump into him, Grayson almost bumped into Tristan. Grayson mocked Tristan more.

“Wow, seems like I hit a nerve, why don’t you look at me?”

Tristan gave Grayson a glare that would stop a heart. Grayson smirked.

“There it is, the killer in you. I hope you’re ready...”

Grayson walked out of the unit, holding the door with a hoof while looking back at Tristan, Yurin was a little afraid of the conflict Tristan and Grayson was about to get into, she glad Tristan stuck up for her but for what if he gets brutalized by Grayson.

“I know Yurin you’re worried about the fight me and Grayson about to get into. I will not lose to him, didn’t before and won’t this time. He’s going to learn manners one way or another, and not to pick on the weak.”

“Ye-yeah, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Yurin said with a sad tone. Yurin walked towards the unit exit door, the chatter outside the unit is crazy, the chatter volume 3 times the decibels than that of the cafeteria at Yurin”s school. The red pegasus opened the door, Tristan walked aside her. They both walked out and then started walking left, they were now behind Coomber, Grayson and Tumbra. Tristan wanted to stay that way, since if you walk in front of them you would get hurt since you are basically saying to them, they are behind you and your the strongest so you lead. Coomber was the colt in front of Grayson and Tumbra, Tumbra was in front of Grayson, Grayson was in front of Tristan. Yurin was behind them all Tristan wanted badly to cut in front of Grayson, but didn’t because they were about to leave this tartarus place. They passed the managers at their left and right sides. Yurin heart dropped when she saw Doom at the front doors, was he going to make her stay? Was he going to kill her? She wanted to stay with Tristan and at his side for when he fights Grayson.

The group walked towards Doom, not scared at all.

“Good job today unit 45, even with a newbie that needs more strength and assertiveness in her, you pulled through like she wasn’t there.”

Tristan wanted to say something to Doom, but kept his mouth quite, the way he talks about Yurin isn’t right, this place isn’t right, none of this is right. Tristan walked past Doom, Yurin behind him. Doom put a hoof out with his eyes closed, Yurin stopped and gulped, is her fear coming true.

“Have a great day Yurin, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, wither it’s here or outside of here; and for your sake it better be here.”

Doom with a deep voice told the red pegasus, she stared at him with fear. Doom stared at Yurin with a smirk, using his head to indicate to go along with Tristan as he removed his hoof from in front of her ; she listened and walked out the door, this was it, she’s free.

(”What’s this feeling?”)

“It’s a mixture of fear and relief Yurin.”

Tristan told Yurin with sympathy. Yurin was shocked, how did Tristan know that? Can he sense emotions, or can he just read minds?

“How’d you know what I was feeling!?”

“Because of your expression and my experience here, I was just like you, afraid, first time I was let out of this wicked place I wanted to run for help, but the fear stopped me, especially since Doom knows what we do, where we live and everything about me, like all of us, he knows everything about all of us and I have no clue how.”

“Maybe magic drones”

“No, no drones or anything.”

Yurin wanted to figure out how Doom knows what they do when they arrive home, that’s none of his business. That colt is terrifying.

“Welp you definitely are like me if you had those emotions, because that definitely what it was, haha!”

Tristan didn’t forget about his fight with Grayson, Yurin seems like she did. Grayson turned to the right and Yurin was confused but from the sight of Grayson in the distance, she remembered.

“Are you sure you want to fight him Tristan?”

“Yes, otherwise he would hurt you if I don’t.”

“I wish you wouldn’t fight for me, but after you show me how to fight, especially him, I’ll beat him next time.”

Tristan smirked at Yurin, Grayson standing still watching them with a wicked smile, crushing a rock, then putting a hoof up to his head and pointing one out to Tristan, basically saying he’s going to crush Tristan’s skull when they fight. Coomber and Tumbra was on the side standing; they stood with a grin.

“Do not to interfere with mine and Grayson’s battle Yurin, because then Tumbra might step in.”

“But what if he’s about to kill you!?”

Tristan laughed. Yurin didn’t think that was a joke or funny.

“He won’t because of the rules of our job, he would be punished to death if he did and he knows it.”

Yurin hoof palmed, she forgot the employment policy, she remembers Doom already had the papers sign, Tristan had to get the policy papers. The second rule was not killing your co-workers whatever the reason maybe be. She was a little relief to remember that rule. Yurin and Tristan stopped, staring at Grayson who smirked.

“You didn’t chicken out!? You are going to wish you did! Tristan!”

Tristan felt a little annoyed he stills has the attitude. He thought maybe Grayson was bluffing but from past experiences looks like he wasn’t. He wouldn’t lie to Coomber. Tristan slide a rear hoof back, then putting a hoof out in front of him.

“Try me!”

Grayson laughed. Tumbra hoof palmed. Coomber just stared and wondered why he was using such a bizarre stance, one hoof, and the left rear hoof pulled back, is he trying to be a bull?

“You’re such an idiot Tristan... But fine, I’ll try you.”

Grayson ran at Tristan, Tristan blocked the attack, Grayson smirked and grabbed Tristan hoof, flipping him vertically behind him and onto the ground, he walked over fast and tried to stomp on Tristan, Tristan got up, using his left hoof to swipe Grayson hooves from under him, Grayson almost fell but caught himself on his hooves again and bounced at Tristan, before putting his face in Tristan’s face, landing back on the ground on four hooves.

“You’re pathetic Tristan-!”

Tristan attempted to punch Grayson, Grayson dodged the attack and elbow Tristan in his right hoof he blocked his face with; Grayson looked at Coomber and than back at Tristan,

(”let’s show him the brutality of this unit once again.”)

Grayson ran at Tristan from a short distance, before bouncing back, dodging Tristan attack, Grayson jumped into the air and positioned his body, his rear towards Tristan who attempted to dodged, and received a buck to his mouth and nose, he flew and slid on the ground. Tristan’s nose was bleeding and his lip was busted, he wiped the blood off his nose, he surprised his jaw wasn’t broken. He felt his nose, realizing the top of it nose was broken. Tristan was angry and ran at Grayson with fury, Tristan pulled a hoof back and attempted to punch Grayson, Grayson ducked under it and dodged it.

“You’re a fool if you think rage is going to aid you in this... Fight!”

Grayson gave Tristan a huge gut punch, using that position to quickly elbow him in the face, Tristan fell on the ground, holding his stomach in pain with his front hooves. Yurin couldn’t keep watching this, there’s got to be something she can do? Grayson used a hoof to lift Tristan chin.

“Oh come on now, there’s got to be more to you then this, your blows are weak and your attacks are not well thought through. I’m not done yet with you, Tristan.”

Grayson let go of Tristan’s jaw, making his jaw hit the gravel dirt ground, Tristan was in pain, the groans, the blood, Yurin can’t keep watching this.

“I’m going to stomp your body into the ground.”

Grayson said walking into Tristan’s space bubble. He turned Tristan over and smirked, before stomping on his hooves on his stomach, Tristan used his wings, which Grayson grabbed and started to pull on. Tristan yelled in pain, encouraging Grayson to pull back harder.

“Well, seems like Tristan is being taught a lesson!... What you think Coomber!?”

Tumbra deviously asked his manager. Coomber face remained normal. Tumbra needs to look more farther away from the picture, instead of just staring at the big picture in the middle.

“Yes, Tristan is indeed getting beaten by Grayson, no surprise since you both were taught by me although he should’ve been in stance when he started. I suggest you look back where the red pegasus was standing Tumbra.”

Tumbra looked to his left and didn’t see Yurin. Oh, that mother-! Yurin flew down at Grayson, Grayson heard her, but couldn’t react in time, he was kicked directly in his left jawbone, knocking him away from Tristan.

“Are you okay!?”

Tristan spurt up blood, before getting up, and looking at Grayson who was already up again, a little angry but he looked more humoured than angry.

“So the mare friend wants to come in and attack me, a mare sticking up for you Tristan is pathetic.”

Grayson walked closer towards Yurin and Tristan, his horn lit and ready to use his magic, Tristan noticed Grayson using his magic. Grayson teleported over towards them.

“Move now Yurin!”

Yurin attempted to fly but was caught by Grayson’s magic. Grayson slammed Yurin into the ground, doing this 2 more times from the same height she flew.

“That’s enough, Grayson!!”

Tristan yelled running at Grayson, he flew, flying around Grayson, the unicorn just kept on slamming Yurin to the ground, she was bleeding from her nose and was bruised. Tristan grabbed Tristan’s horn, before pulling his head down and kneed him in the face. Grayson swung a hoof at Tristan, Tristan dodged it, punching Grayson in the throat. Grayson’s magic let go of Yurin, who was standing back up on her hooves, she stared at Tristan with blood running down her head, and a sprained wing, and bloody nose. Now she’s got to go back to the nurse or heal herself. Tristan punched Grayson one more time in the gut before flying off fast and telling Yurin to fallow him which she started to do as soon as he took off. Grayson got up holding his stomach and looked at Coomber and Tumbra.

“Why didn’t you help me from that red blasted pegasus!?”

Looking at Tumbra asking his question. He was mad. Only cowards run away from the fight, or did he think he won so easily and decided to leave fast because he knew he was going to lose?

“You should’ve kept your focus on Tristan and not the pegasus. I thought I taught you better than that, when you already hit her the second time to the ground, you could’ve counter Tristan’s attacks but instead you kept slamming her to the ground and caused Tristan to get more angry at you, and you should’ve been in your fighting stance before charging him.”

Grayson teleported aside Coomber and looked at him.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again sir!”

Coomber kept his blank expression, Tumbra looked like he was thinking this was funny. Grayson noticed Tumbra expression and stared at him with annoyance.

“What’s funny Tumbra!?”

Tumbra chuckled. Grayson losing to Tristan was bad enough since he was a softy, but him also losing to the red pegasus mare was even more embarrassing.

“You let a mare overpower you. I’m starting to-!”

“Shut your mouth Tumbra! I’ll just teleport to the-!”

“No, let them go Grayson, I fear with your rage you would kill him, I know you have the capability of killing them both, as the rest of us, but don’t. Let’s leave this place before we all get in trouble.”

Grayson was angry and upset, he was having fun, but his mood was satisfied, and happy. Tristan better not think he’d won cause he ran away. You don’t win battles by running after you know someone down. Here, you knock them out to win the battle, otherwise you’re just running. Grayson flustered expression changed, he had a smirk on his face.

“You’re right Coomber! Thank you sir!”

Coomber started to walk away from the organization, to the left, as him, Grayson and Tumbra turned the corner their eyes met with familiar purple ones.

“Well... Fighting... After work, this was planned wasn’t it?”

The purple eye colt stared at Grayson. Grayson stepped forward with a hoof over his head.

“Yes sir, I planned it! I wanted to teach Tristan a lesson for standing up for a pathetic red mare!”

Grayson formally told the black colt. The black colt smiled. He knows this is the truth. He remembers hearing it through his magic around the place. His ears and eyes are everywhere.

“Thanks for letting me know the truth. I saw the battle and I must say, Coomber, are you teaching Grayson and Tumbra combat?”

Coomber kept his blank expression. He turned his head to the black colt.

“I am. Is it a problem, Doom?”

Doom teleported behind him.

“No.”

Doom teleported around the group, then coming up from the ground underneath. Grayson and Tumbra was shocked, how did he do that and make the dirt look like it was plastic and then pop through, and nothing is a mess and all is back to normal. Doom is very creepy. Doom stared at Coomber with a smile.

“No, on the contrary, I like employees who can fend for themselves. This phenomenon just proofed what I need to do.”

Grayson and Tumbra looked at Doom with concern; Coomber looked at Doom curious what he was planning. Grayson was scared it was about him. They asked Doom what he needed to do.

“Well, you’ll see, tomorrow.”

Doom turned to his right, then lifted a hoof, before disappearing in front of the group’s eyes.

“Coomber.”

Grayson gulped with a terrified face.

“Does he intend to kill me because of the fight I caused, caus, cause he said the battle wa-was proof on what he-he needed to do.”

Coomber didn’t like Grayson being scared, he put a hoof on Grayson’s shoulder.

“Calm yourself, his bloodlust wasn’t shifted towards you. Noticed he teleported in the similar direction Yurin and Tristan flew away in?”

Grayson grew a smirk, he understood what Doom meant by what he needed to do. He said he likes employees who can fend for themselves. Grayson chuckled manically.

(”Enjoy the karma, Tristan!”)

Grayson stopped chuckling, looking at the sky with a smile.

(”Enjoy... It very well...”)

“Where are we going Tristan!?”

Tristan was serious, he was determined to get as far away from that horrible place, as well as the workers.

“Home. I fly with you home first and then then I’ll go home.”

Yurin smirked. She wiped the blood off her nose, looking down to see the blood drops from her nose, she needs to get to her home fast and badge her broken nose. She didn’t want her parents to see Tristan again, or they swear up and down that’s her colt friend.

“Alright, but you better leave, I don’t want my parents to think we’re still dating.”

Tristan chuckled. That’s was way back when they were in high school. Like 3 years ago.

“You stopped the dating, we both wasn’t well interested into each other.”

Yurin smirked. Remembering herself telling him let’s just be friends.

“Well you seem well interested to me. You didn’t forget the roses you left me did you?”

Tristan kept flying forward with Yurin behind him still. He looked down with embarrassment and blushed.

“Just, let’s change the topic... Okay?”

Yurin giggled. Flying close to Tristan’s right side.

“Awe... Don’t be embarrassed, because it was the truth.”

Tristan has a reminder pop into his head, wait... He forgot to tell her that rule of the job, rule 3.

“Oh, Yurin, I forgot to tell you that no romance is allowed for all ponies who work at the horrible place.”

Tristan was afraid he was forgetting something important that related to him 3 years ago. Yurin laughed and elbowed Tristan lightly 2 times in his right side.

“Come on, don’t try to tell a lie and change the subject.”

“I’m serious Yurin! We kill for a god who even Doom apparently fears!”

Yurin was shocked, Doom fears somepony, a god, who and what god is it?

“Doom fears somepony, guess I should bring him to Doom?”

Yurin sarcastically told, laughing after. Tristan stared back at Yurin, a little angry she ain’t believing him. They both made it into Cloudsdale, stepping down on the road and turning to the left. They were at Yurin’s house. Which was white like the rest of the house with a green roof with heart patterns on it and a red bricks the bottom of the house, it was a nice house, but how was their bricks on it? Wouldn’t it fall through then? Maybe the bricks was made lighter just for this house.

“Yurin, we all do our job we do for a god, we kill, harvest, and torture all for a god.”

Tristan whispered to Yurin. Yurin doing the same back.

“Who’s the god Tristan?”

Yurin sarcastically asked, rolling her eyes at Tristan.

“The god is Death.”

Yurin was thinking this was a bluff but thought back, that would make sense and maybe he gave Doom the power to be where he stands? Yurin wiped more blood coming down his nose. Tristan wiped the blood he had coming down the left side of his mouth.

“I thought you were lying Tristan but after recalling everything I did today, I have to say you’re right. Can’t think of any other reason that place was exist.”

Tristan smirked before reaching into his bag and grabbing a friendship bracelet.

“Here, put this in your bag or put it on your hooves if you ever want a reminder of me when I’m not there.”

Yurin smirked and took the bracelet, she put it on. Tristan smiled.

“I’m grateful you put it on, but don’t keep that on in your unit, those colt are hideholes.”

“No kidding.”

Yurin recalling Grayson and how he acted. Tristan and her smiled at each other.

“Again, I’m sorry I pulled you into this mess, but make sure to show up tomorrow, have a great day Yurin, see you tomorrow!”

Tristan went up and flew away. Yurin stared at her bracelet, it was made of red blue beads with a red and blue flower on it. She felt a short of empty feeling, but brushed it to aside. She doesn’t have feelings for Tristan she thought to herself. Walking up the cloudy stairs, grabbing the golden color doorknob and opened the door, walking into the door and closing it. Yurin was finally home and safe from danger. She was ready to give herself first aid.

Author's Note

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Let me know how you think! I'm still working on the new chapter for the Christmas story, so don't you worry! :twilightsmile:

I Will Help My family! An Eerie First Glance!

“I was 18 years of age. I was still unemployed; I wanted to find a job to help support my family.”

Yurin foretold. She hugged her parents goodbye before leaving, she told them she was going to find a job. She thought what type of job would pay a lot of bits. She didn’t need to, but she wanted to; she didn’t want her parents to keep supporting her, or living with them; she loved them, but it’s time she got a job and lived on her own.

“Have a great day Sweetie! Be careful!”

A pegasus that was all red, lighter eyes than Yurin’s. Her mane and tail were red, the mane was covering a little of her neck. Honestly, Yurin looked just like her mother; her father not so much. Yurin's father was purple; his eyes were pale red. Nama was the mother’s name. Damel was the father’s name. They lived in Cloudsdale; a place free of harm; but certainly not pride and bragging; lots of pegasus love to brag about how talented they are at flying; why they should be able to join the Bolts. Why they are better than the Bolts, and more of that stuff. Yurin turned to her parents with a smile; she gave them a goodbye; her thoughts were on her new job now; she was told to go to a place called, Anger or Confusion Town. That was a weird name, now why would it be named either of that? That is-!

(”Oh, I get it...”)

Yurim giggled to herself. She was partly excited, and also nervous. She didn't know what the place had in store for her; she was told it was a place for sewing and making clothes which was her grandma's as well as mother's passion but not jobs. She will soon find out the conditions of the employment. She entered the town from the flower field; she wanted to stay in the flower field; it reminded her of home. She knew she couldn’t. She had to get this job; this was again unnecessary, cause she just turned 18 but to her it was a need. She didn’t like the smell; it was way more hostile than Cloudsdale. She thought it was because they had no flowers but that’s not the reason; she arrived at the welcome sign; heading into the town; some ponies just looked at her like she wasn’t supposed to be there. She was even more nervous, is this where her Ex told her to go? It was Confusion Town, or Angry right? She asked herself, still confused by the names. She started to rethink about the job until a certain pegasus came swooping down beside her. Yurin looked like she needed some assistance. He tapped her on the back of her wings; letting his presence be known. She turned around due to the shock of her wings being touched. She knew who exactly that was. She was glad he showed because she didnt remember where to go exactly? He smiled at her.

“Looks like you only listened to some of my directions?”

Yurin nervously giggled. She did, he was correct. He shot her a smirk. He decided to walk aside her to go to his job and introduce her to the boss. She better act professional and respectful.

“Hehe, yeah, I did, sorry.”

Yurin looked at him with a shy look; he laughed, indicating with a hoof to follow him; she did just as he indicated. They both walked through the town; some ponies that lived there started to think they were a couple. Yurin grew a grin from their expressions. The all red pegasus noticed a couple of them, they looked as if they knew where they were going.

“So this job is really what yoy told me before right?”

The colt laughed. He knew he had to go with what the boss told him; this was indeed a fabric shop. Some ponies should just research the place they are going to work at, but she is young; she'll learn that the hard way. The colt had regrets doing this.

“Indeed it is, it’s a special place for sewing and stitching. For Those who are gifted.”

The colt said with a smirk.

"So how have you been Tristan?"

Yurin kept her pace with him, making sure not to be a fool and fall behind. Tristan was a little shocked to see that she still cares about him. It's sad how their relationship ended but all good things must come to an end Trisran suppose. She had an inncoent smile. Tristan after seeing it felt even more guilt. That smile he rembering so much of. He wishes their relat didn't have to end. The two turned a sharp corner. Yurin spotted the place which looks like the place he said; it was huge, like freaking ginormous. The structure was made of metal too. That of steel. She thought it was a little big for a sewing or clothing shop, but guess the town next to it loves clothes? It was a little bit suspicious in her eyes.

“Is it that big facility? I think that’s a little excessive for a sewing or clothing store.”

Tristan thought the same, but she is indefinitely right; this is very big for a sewing shop and she will soon find the reason why.

“I thought the same too, but it is.”

Tristan's sentence sounded suspicious, but she thought he was just being sarcastic. He acted like that sometimes. She only had one thing on her mind. That was getting this job she heard they pay a ton. She didn’t need too much income, due to her parents having so much; at first glance of this structure she almost reconsidered getting this job, she thought it was a scam, but after Tristan told her what they do there, making clothes, sewing, making friends, etc. She thought it was legit. she decided to put her trust in her Ex coltfriend. He seemed trustworthy despite being her Ex; he was still trustworthyand never harmed her in the past ever.

“Maybe they have it this big for all the clothes that need to be stored or rooms for a couple of workers to sew and make clothing? Probably both."

Tristan wanted to laugh, she was partly right, but still far from the truth, awfully far.

“That’s what I always believed, so I assume we are right.”

They both looked at each other, giggling with a hoof undertheir mouth. This was Yurin’s first job, so if she wanted to succeed, she would need to know the maximum amount of information about the occupation. The two arrived at the big doors, they were made of metal, it seems a worker was at the front cleaning the entrance. Yurin notice there were multiple workers at the front, could they be security guards?

“Hello, Tristan... I see you have a recruiter?”

Tristan smiled at the guard, he was right. he knew this security guard well. Yurin wondered how he knew she was new? Is there not many employees in this place? Can't be; Tristan told her this place was filled, surely you would be able to remember all of its workers that come in and out right?

“Yeah, she would probably be great! Stitcher...”

The guard thought for a second and he came up with a conclusion; she was told this was a sewing shop; she’s a fool. A cute younger mare that's a fool.

“I bet. She looks like the type to make clothing.”

Yurin thought something was odd with them, all of them look malicious; like they hated working here; it was a mix of anger and sorrow. One guard started entering the code on the keypad. The sound of metal scrapping against metal was ear bleeding. The enormous Metal doors opened, it didn’t smell like perfume. It smelled like dead fish. The guard welcomes them inside, gesturing them with a hoof to go enter. Yurin was eerie and suspicious but still decided to go in. The two walked in. As they took a couple of hoof steps the metal doors shut behind them; making creepy screeching noises. Once again a ear bleeding sound was heard. The true colors of this place were revealed, Yurin’s heart dropped to her stomach, this wasn’t the place she applied for, this was no clothing or sewing shop.

"Wh-what is this-P-place!?"