How does one describe gaining consciousness?
For me, it was like a violent tidal wave.
For one second I simply did not exist. No thoughts, feelings, or fear.
Then I was screaming.
My eyes violently shot open as I roared to life. Unimaginable pain shoots across my entire body. Heat burned inside my lungs as if I had been brought back to life through some dark, unholy experiment. The screams of my awakening echoed through the chamber, sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to witness the creation of a being beyond the natural world. With every ragged breath, I could feel the burden of my existence weighing heavily upon me, as if I had been pieced together from the remnants of the dead. This was not a simple awakening, but a resurrection a grotesque and macabre revival that left me with an insatiable hunger for something I could not name.
Screams,
And they weren't mine.
I blink, head-turning.
Then I see them.
Two creatures. Two four-legged colorful weak weak-looking things that watched me from afar. One was behind the other. As if having just walked into the room and witnessed the unimaginable. The other was different in a color I can not yet name watches me. Her eyes are a mixture of emotions that seem to fluctuate rapidly.
I move.
The one farthest away screams before reaching out and grabbing the other. It was mouthing words I did not understand but her face held a look of desperation and fear.
I looked down only to realize that I was being held down with straps of some kind.
I scream again this time in rage as I struggle. My large dense form shakes the firm surface nearly cracking it. With another scream mixed with a snarl, I yank hard, and my claw goes free.
Turning my head back I witness that the close one has ignored the other and chooses to step even closer. Her mouth moves slowly yet I cannot understand, but I see something in her eyes.
Something that gave me pause.
It was.....it was love.
Morbid, misguided, twisted, love but love nonetheless.
She looks at me as if im the only one in the room with her. Her approach is slow, and cautious, fear radiating off her in waves but it is more controlled, discarded even.
She was afraid of me, yes, but she aslo felt many other things. Things I cannot name and or understand. I growl my stomach aching for sustenance and my newly found being yarned for something to take the pain away.
The close one draws nearer still. Her eyes never left mine as she approached her limb reaching out hesitating only for a moment before resting it on my scaled cheek. As she does the pain, the hunger, everything in my being goes silent.
I stared into her eyes a new feeling washed over me and soon I felt my heartbeat slow in calm rhythmic beats. Still, something inside demanded blood but my being refused to obey. Instead, I lean forward into the touch. My horned skull munch larger than hers makes contact. A shudder goes through her yet she does not waver and or pull away.
I close my eyes as she spoke again. Her voice was soothing and gentle, and her hoof travels up and down my cheek caressing.
I open my slit pupils open suddenly as the other appears again a look of horror and disgust as she yanks her back nearly causing her body to hit the floor.
In that instant, the spell was broken, and rage enveloped me in seconds. I roared my voice shaking the walls as I yank hard on my other claw. It gives and as it does the other drags her away taking away my presumed creator my mo-
I scream in rage not even taking the time to finish the thought as I tug and yank my legs free.
The two move quickly. Climbing upwards trying to escape.
I was faster.
Munch faster.
I was before them in seconds. Standing between them and the exit.
I snarled at the other's shocked face. She didn't even hear me move. One second I was behind them then I simply wasn't.
I smiled at her showing rows of sharp rotting teeth and her eyes flashed with overwhelming fear. At that moment I felt what can only be described as sickening enjoyment as a step forward. My tail raised as several rows of spikes appeared. I wanted to impale her, to watch the energy of life leave her eyes for even daring to get in the way.
I wanted to hurt.
I wanted to kill.
I wanted to feed.
As I neared my creator shoved her aside. Choosing to stand between the two of us. Her eyes lock onto mine as she speaks. The sound of her voice once again pushed my anger aside. Stepping closer she stands on her haunches before resting against me. Her voice is warm as she nuzzles against it. I growl softly in response eyeing the stupid one before my creator forces my gaze elsewhere.
Once again as I look into her eyes I see that twisted sense of love nearing obsession.
I grin at her, but she shows no fear as she smiles back.
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I did it.
After years and years of work, I finally did something that no other unicorn could ever dream of.
I created life sapient life using both magic and science simultaneously. A perfect blend of a rift between both worlds.
The perfect being.
They called me mad. Told me that the only way to achieve such a thing would be the primary use of dark magic, but I was better I knew better. Yes, the magic I used wasn't regular but it wasn't dark either. Rune Magic was just as effective if you took the time to learn. The problem was it wasn't as accessible and or easy to learn. The symbols and techniques used Predate equestrian magic by nearly 47000 years. Little is known of its creation and or origins. What is known is that the symbols used have never been fully realized. Try as we might even with the best minds no pony could crack it and or use the magic effectively.
At least until today.
Smiling I stare into its eyes.
My creation was a grotesque amalgamation of mismatched body parts, stitched together with jagged, rotting stitches that oozed with putrid, greenish-yellow fluid. Its skin was a sickly pale color, stretched taut over its misshapen form, with patches of matted, greasy fur protruding in random places. Its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light, deep set in its skull as well as horns and surrounded by thick, dark, bulging veins. Its mouth was filled with razor-sharp, broken teeth, and emitted a foul, rancid odor that made the stomach churn. Its limbs were disproportionate and twisted, ending in sharp, claw-like appendages that seemed to drip with a thick, black substance. As it moved, the sound of grinding bones and wet, sloshing flesh filled the air, it was truly a disturbing sight to behold.
In my eyes, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
"Ly-Lyra?"
Upon hearing the voice of her mare-friend the mare snorts in frustration.
Bon-Bon wasn't supposed to be in here.
Then again it wasn't like she stood in my way. Bon-Bon was supportive and her only desire was to keep me safe. However, her presence here is only making things worse. Then again it wasn't like something like this wouldn't have happened. I just would have liked doing so in a more calm setting.
"Everything is fine," I tell her sparing a backward glance.
Looking back I gently rub its face Fortunately for me, physical contact seems to do the trick in keeping it docile enough. I am still surprised that it managed to accept me in such a short time. Truth be told I was prepared for the worst and had filled parts of the room with knock-out gas. The chances of it being effective were 50/50 regarding its nature. It is quite literally the first and the last of its kind. That fact alone made me feel solemn for it or rather he will be forever marked as a lone soul.
The time and effort it would take to make another would take years.
My creation growled lightly and it was in that instance that I noticed a spark of hunger in its eyes. He needed to eat and soon.
Fortunately, I planned for this.
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"A little closer Bon-Bon".
She huffs and pushes the cage forward keeping an eye on the creature that stood beside me. I told her she needed not to worry but of course that'll take a little more convincing. Regardless her help was necessary and her presence even though badly timed at the beginning was much appreciated.
I smiled as the cage stopped before us. My creation or rather Rigs as I took to calling him eyed the cage with great hunger.
"I hope you know what you doing Lyra".
"We wouldn't be here if I didn't" I lie with a smile.
She rolls her eyes knowingly before I push open the cage with my magic.
Inside a group of very well-dressed ponies looked upon us with terror.
Rigs roars lunging inside, his claws tearing through flesh and teeth breaking bone eyes wild,
Dark.
It was a massacre.
I grin as Bon-Bon steps back in horror it wasn't the killing that phased her, no it was the pure savagery that shook her to her core.
Walking forward I put a hoof over her back.
"We did it, Bonnie, we did it".
She doesn't smile and that's okay it'll take time to adjust.
Soon they will all know just how smart I am.
They called me mad.
They called me heartless.
My parents called me a little foal with unique dreams.
They were afraid because I wasn't. They fear the limits but I had none and because of that I created new endless possibilities moral questions be damned. Even with that said Rigs is still a creature whose life Is young and is worth more than 100 ponies. As I watched him feast upon their flesh I knew that more sources of meat would be needed to sustain him. The origin of the flesh did not matter but regardless bodies will be needed.
"Lyra?"
I hum in response nuzzling against her cheek to show I was focused on her next words.
She looks at me. Her eyes showed the usual, stress, fear, and uncertainty, but beyond those base emotions was something more that I don't deserve.
"Do regret this?"
I blink letting the question process before snorting.
"No why would I?"
Something in her eyes shifts. I open my mouth to respond to convince her that everything was fine, that she needed not to worry.
She kissed me before I did.
It feels nice.
I close my eyes returning it before the sound of something approaching fills our ears causing her to pull away.
I turn not surprised at all and see my creation standing before me. Rigs seems to have his fill and now simply gazing at us. His expression is unreadable in terms of pony standards. I smile up at him before turning gesturing with a hoof for him to follow.
It's time for him to learn after all.
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Week one.
Dear journal the thing called Rigs is learning faster than Lyra thought. It turns out that Rigs is far more intelligent than your average pony absorbing information like a sponge. In just two weeks he has learned four different languages and he understands all of them perfectly. Unfortunately, much to Lyra's dismay he can't exactly speak yet. She thinks that it's because he's still processing the world he's in. I think it's because he's playing games with her.
Look, I know that the monster was Lyra's life work, but it freaks me out how naturally trusting she is. Like the very first day it slept wherever it wanted. I asked her about it and she looked at me with the same expression she used to give me when we were fillies and I had a hard time understanding something. She smiled and said that trust should be truly earned on both sides and that her simply locking it up could cause more problems for us in the future.
I don't agree because it's dangerous but she tells me not to worry and that she planned for the worse.
For some reason, I feel like that's a lie.
Week two.
Dear Journal, we had to feed more ponies to that thing. Lyra made sure to tell me to at least get five ponies or more. Anything less than that can cause problems. Problems we don't wanna deal with. I being the good mare-friend that I am did exactly what she needed me to do. It wasn't hard finding a group of ponies that wanted to have fun one way or another. All I had to do was keep them interested and lead them back so Lyra could knock them out. Fortunately, she always made sure that I remembered to put the gas mask nearby.
She's so amazing.
Week four.
Dear journal. Unfortunately, it seems like the news of the missing ponies is making the news now. Which means It's gonna make things harder for Lyra and me. Fortunately, Rigs can consume all manner of meat so ponies don't have to be on the menu. The only problem is that there's a limited supply of creatures that aren't ponies. Plus im no good at getting Griffin's or diamond dogs.
If only I looked as good as Lyra.
Week six.
Dear journal. I think im starting to get used to Rigs now. I'm still on guard around him of course but he hasn't done anything except stick around Lyra. It was annoying at first but after a while, I realized that since Lyra made the thing he must look at her like a mother or something right? I'm not sure, but as far as I can tell he acts harmless enough. On the other hoof, we are gonna have to move somewhere else soon. Lyra says that sooner or later ponies will come asking questions and we can't afford for Rigs to be found out yet. Lyra must have time to prepare and Rigs isn't exactly a social butterfly. Well either way im gonna be there to support her.
Week 10.
Dear Journal, He spoke to me....im scared.
Week 10/1
Dear Journal. I'm sorry about the other day my mind was everywhere but I am here to announce that I and Rigs are friends...I think. To be honest im still kinda confused about that myself but last week while Lyra was in her books Rigs came over to me in the kitchen. Now listen despite his size the first thing you have to know is that when he moves he doesn't make a sound, and I don't mean he's super sneaky either no he does literally not make a sound. At first, he did but over time it started to fade. I talked to Lyra about it and she thinks it is a side effect of the runes. Regardless he appeared behind me and spoke for the first time.
His voice is something I can't describe. It's deeper than a pony's with a dilact I can't put into words, but yet somehow I understood him perfectly. The first conversation we had wasn't much of a conversation because I turned tail and ran. Celestia, I never felt more ashamed in my life. I was supposed to be strong for Lyra and there I was running like a coward. What if something had happened to her? What if something happens in the future and I just end up running again? I can't afford that.
It took me some time but after I realized this I went back out and confronted Rigs. The thing looked like it hadn't moved from his spot. Hyping myself mentally I went back over and we spoke. It was.... interesting. I don't feel like writing it down because it feels more personal than that but I think we finally came to understand one another.
He's uh....he's nice I guess.
Week 14.
Dear journal. We had a close call today. Even after moving from one town to the next ponies and the like are still on guard. They are starting to get paranoid but Lyra says that all we have to do is try harder. One of the ponies that was brought in was strong, stronger than the gas or maybe he held his breath I don't know. Either way, he attacked me and tried to escape. My face still hurts even after Lyra's healing spell. I finally asked Lyra why we couldn't let Rigs do the hunting I mean he is a predator after all. It was just a question but Lyra snapped at me. She said that if Rigs is discovered it could ruin her life's work furthermore we could spend our entire lives locked away or worse.
I cried.
I felt so stupid and useless. I wish I was better for Lyra so she wouldn't have to deal with a dumb Earth pony like me.
Strangely enough, it was Rigs who spoke to me after. It was nice and it made me feel a little better even if the conversation did take a cannibalistic turn.
Thinking back it was kinda funny.
Lyra came over to me next. We spoke the two of us and she apologized profusely saying that it wasn't my fault and that it was her turn to do better. When I tried to tell her the truth about how perfect she is she just smiled and bopped me on the nose for being silly.
We cuddled that night and talked about the past.
I love Lyra.
Week 20.
Dear Journal.
The guards came.
There's blood.
So much blood.
I never knew Rigs could have so many teeth.
We have to run now Lyra's too hurt to move so Rigs is carrying her. I don't know where to go but we need to find someplace to hide. I wish I could tell you more but there's no time we can't stop for more than a few minutes. All I can say is that Somepony must have had connections or maybe it was that Griffin a week ago. Either way, we are bucked and I know Lyra is gonna be livid when she wakes up.
I have to go now Rig is sensing something.
I hope we can make it out alive.
