Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Dr Jekyll soon started to amass everything at his disposal, he cancelled all his meeting, ordered barrel loads of chemicals and had them all stockpiled in his room, he smiled a Poole as he gave him the spare key for emergencies as he locked the door of his bedroom where he would stay for the next three days. The Doctor scrolled through dozens of books and essays on theoretical science begging that somewhere he could find the answers to his problems, he found about a dozen theories out of almost a hundred books but now he had too many theories, none of which worked. He painstakingly carried out each experiment; the closest he ever got was a change in eye brow colour, Poole every time he heard a bang held the emergency key tightly in his hoof, prepared to liberate Jekyll from his solitary confinement.

However it was on the last day that the pieces finally came into place, after trying out each theory Jekyll head butted the desk preparing to give up, believing he would have to play the role of the boring aristocrat for the rest of his life. Till suddenly as he prepared his notes for being shredded he suddenly realised something, they all had common ingredients. He looked at the first theory where all of the ingredients shared the common ingredient of goblin salts, he looked through and also saw that two of the theories shared the ingredient Celestial hydroxide, five theories shared the base ingredient of the herb devils tear and lastly all of the theories shared the ingredient Dante’s ear. He then looked through the ingredients again, collecting all the data of the shared ingredients, adding up the amounts of all of them then diving that number by the amount of theories, thus giving him an average of how much of the ingredient to add, he then carefully collected these ingredients and added them to a flask, he carefully poured in boiling water.

Suddenly the potion steamed and frothed showing good results, Jekyll started shaking with anticipation. After stirring his mixture for about ten minutes the mixture had gone from clear water to murky green to a dark black with dots of green floating around in the mixture. Jekyll checked his calculations….this was exactly what he had expected it to do.

Slowly he lifted the flask upwards and closed his eyes. He knew what he had in his hoof was either his key to find eternal comfort with his lover Octavia or it would be his last ever drink. He breathed in deep and without thinking about it any longer he quickly consumed the contents of the flask, it tasted…surprisingly good, like a well-seasoned wine however he soon dropped the flask and gasped, he felt his form change, his hair started tingling and he gagged and fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

“What is happening to me?” Jekyll said as he felt his bones shrink, he felt his tuxedo almost slip off him as now it was now far too big for him. He felt his hair tingle more as if it was changing colour but worst of all he felt his wings retreat, he felt them actually shrink inside of his body becoming nothing more but body, his wings had actually disappeared. When Dr Jekyll stood up next he looked in the mirror of his room as saw a completely different person, he saw a black as night Earth pony, his eyes no longer blue but a dark grey, he was also smaller, only a bit bigger than a foal, but weirdest was his face and cutie mark, his face looked more sinister, almost intimidating, with an aura of fear while his cutie mark was no longer the chemical flask but instead was a gentlepony’s walking cane. What this meant he had no idea but instead of fearing his evil appearance he adored it, no one would ever suspect that this character was Dr Jekyll, he would no longer have to hide his activities away again.

“Mmmm Hide……Hyde……That’s it….my name is now Hyde…..Mr Hyde.”

He then trotted over to his wardrobe and opened it slowly, he looked to the bottom of it where there were his smart clothes from when he was a foal, he put them on and they fit perfectly, he then donned his hat again.

“Time to pay Octavia a vist.” He said in his now changed, deeper voice. As he trotted to the door he felt a weird urge….an urge to do something….wrong, he quickly kicked on of the chemical vials of the table and it shattered on the ground, he smiled admiring his handy work, for this was new to him, gaining such pleasure from weird wrong doings.

He carefully opened the door slowly and quietly, hoping not to alert Poole as he slowly trotted down the stairs. He looked to the side where Poole was lying on the floor sound asleep, it was 2am after all and Poole’s loyalty pleased Jekyll…or at least the Jekyll side of Hyde than smiled lightly as he trotted out of the door to see Octavia.