Yurin's History!

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.