Just so you guys know the Mare-Do-Well character is based off a character in the fanfic "Waking Nightmares". To learn more about this, search up the story and go to Chapters 6-7. Mitta is an OC used in a fan game made by Donitz. If you really don't care who Mare-Do-Well really is, then continue on. If you are not a brony, then what the hell are you doing here? Otherwise, continue!
Mare-Do-Well: Moongate Asylum
Escape
The moon cast the city of Manehatten in a heavenly glow. Ponies bustled here and there for night-time work, seeing loved ones and for some, seeing what kind of cash the rich ones had.
The latters had a habit of looking around every now and then nervously, fearing that they would be caught by the silent guardian of the city. They shouldn't have bothered though. The said guardian was busy at the moment.
At the police station a radio turned on. It was a breakthrough in technology and it was made for a specific purpose. Through the speaker, it crackled a bit, then a voice came out.
"Dr Atmosphere has been apprehended. Mare-Do-Well is en route to Moongate Island."
A dark blur passed overhead the city, carrying with it a white pegasus stallion with a gear Cutie Mark. He was wearing a white lab coat and anyone could have mistaken him for a normal scientist. He was anything but that though.
"Let me go!" The pegasus shouted. "I have bombs on me you know! All I have to do is press this button."
The dark blur ignored him. It wasn't really in the mood for talk.
They flew towards an island in which a large, metal building stood out. It was the safest building in the city. It housed several of Equestria's largest threats. It was commissioned by Princess Luna herself.
It was called Moongate Asylum.
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The large metal doors opened, revealing Mare-Do-Well and her captive, Dr Atmosphere. The former had her face completely masked, not showing any expression. The latter was looking at the ground, his expression neutral.
Mare-Do-Well picked him up with telekinesis and shoved him forward, pushing him towards the other end.
An earth pony wearing a sophisticated suit stood silently as they walked over to him, his distaste obvious. His coat was dark brown with an orange mane and tail. His Cutie Mark was a screw underneath a circle with a cross through it. He had a badge on his breast pocket that read 'Warden Point'.
Atmosphere sneered at the pony. "Well, well, well. If it isn't old Sharpie. Have you redecorated?"
"That's Warden Point to you." Point snapped. He turned to one of the guards. "Nut!"
The guard nodded and walked over to Atmosphere. "Ah, Nut." Atmosphere noted. "How are your wife and kids, hmm? Do they miss me?"
"Shut it, Atmosphere!" The guard got up in his face. "A lot of ponies here want to talk to you."
He and two other guards walked him over to a portable restrainer.
"I can walk, you know." Atmosphere complained irritably. The guards ignored him and strapped him in. "I said-! Oh never mind. Just don't crease the jacket."
Point growled. "Get that filthy degenerate out of here."
Underneath the mask, Mitta frowned. She couldn't shake off the feeling of uneasiness. "Warden, something's not right." She said in the voice of Mare-Do-Well. "I'm going with him."
Point frowned at her, clearly not wanting her to go. But he nodded, showing his permission.
The small group walked through the doors, into Intensive Treatment.
Mitta looked at a guard next to her and asked "Is Princess Twilight here yet?"
"Yes ma'am!" The guard responded. "She's, err, waiting down in Patient Handover. She got here just before you did."
A few bright lights snapped on. "Still love your cameras, Sharpie?" Atmosphere called out. "This place is full of them! Where can a stallion get his privacy?"
"I want him locked up securely this time." He ordered. "Another escape and I will lose my support for mayor."
"Don't worry Warden. I've got every available guard watching over him. He won't escape this time." The guard replied.
"He better not Officer South. For your sake."
Mitta paused to listen to the Warden. He noticed, but continued anyway. "Atmosphere is one of our most dangerous patients in here. Curing him will cement my reputation. Inform Dr Heart that he's here."
Mitta walked over to the platform where the guards and Atmosphere were. The platform began going down.
"Look at all this low security." Atmosphere commented as they went down. He was in the tone that one uses when talking about the weather. "My space stations have better security than this."
When the platform landed, they wheeled him over to a large tunnel. It was a detector that told them whether the patient had illegal weapons on them. As they walked towards him, a voice came out from the speakers.
"New patient in the Intensive Treatment lobby." It chimed. "All non-essential staff to vacant the area."
They walked in, pushing in Atmosphere ("Home, sweet home my arse." He muttered.) and the door closed behind them.
"Tunnel's full!" Came the voice of a guard. "Start the scan."
"Activating scanner." came the voice of another guard behind the glass.
"Well," Atmosphere began in a conversational tone as a blue light came down over them. "I won't deny that this is much better that the body search."
All the lights in the room suddenly turned red. "Multiple prohibited items." The guard behind the glass said.
"I want Atmosphere searched again!" Another guard snarled.
"Erm…" The first guard began. "It's not coming from Atmosphere, it's… uh…"
"Oh please." Atmosphere sighed, looking over at Mitta. "What did you sneak in this time, Do-Well? Throwing sticks? Guns? A snack or two?"
Mitta ignored him. He wasn't worth it.
"Scan's green on Atmosphere." The first guard said.
"Get him out."
The doors opened again, allowing them out. They walked out with Atmosphere, who looked at a guard with only three legs.
"I want weapons and magic on him at all times." The guard growled. "Do not let him out of your sight."
"Tell me Hook, don't you think it's time for spring cleaning? There might be a lot of spiders in your closet." Atmosphere retorted.
The guard glared back at him. Atmosphere then turned to a doctor who was looking at him apprehensively. "Ah, yes. You. We have a lot to do together."
The doctor looked uneasy. Mitta shrugged it off as being near one of the most dangerous pegasi in Equestria. They continued forward, pushing him through the hall.
A screen on the wall sparked to life. "Good evening new patient. I'm Warden Sharp Point. Remember to take your medication…"
"Oh boy." Atmosphere muttered. "It's the 'Warden Idiot Show'. I've forgotten how much I hate this place."
As they walked past the cells, the inmates inside them looked at Atmosphere. One started chanting. "At-mos!"
"Quiet!" The guard snapped.
"At-mos!"
"At-mos!"
"Quiet!"
"At-mos!"
"At-mos!"
"AT-MOS!"
"I thought I told you to be quiet!"
"You know…" Atmosphere pondered. "They should really change the wiring in the prison. My stallions could have been hurt in that unfortunate fire."
They reached the door, where a canary yellow Pegasus stood, quaking.
Mitta raised an eyebrow under her mask. "You're new." She commented.
Fluttershy managed a smile. "I-I came here to help some of the patients with physical injuries. Right now I need to check your prisoner."
"Yeah, whatever!" Nut snapped. "Just be quick."
Fluttershy eeped. "I'm so sorry, I'm just following procedure."
She went up to Atmosphere, who looked at her the same way one does with an ant. Before crushing it.
Fluttershy gulped. She looked him over. "Th-the patient looks like he's suffered minor p-physical injuries in the last two hours. Eyesight a-appears to be normal."
This was obvious, as Atmosphere was tracking her every move. Looking very scared indeed, Fluttershy continued. "No obvious broken bones. There seems to be-"
"BOO!" Atmosphere yelled suddenly.
Fluttershy yelped and jumped backwards. The guards turned their guns towards Atmosphere, who was laughing now.
"Sorry." He choked. "Couldn't resist. I mean, obviously she still remembers the time that I kidnapped her." He gave Fluttershy an unpleasant grin. "Here's a question. Do you remember the first or second time?"
Poor Fluttershy was clearly terrified now. She whimpered and hid behind a guard. The doctor that had previously appeared uneasy strode up to them, looking angry at Fluttershy's treatment. "He's fine. Get him out of here!" The doctor snapped.
As the small group walked through the doors, Mitta turned back to see the doctor comforting Fluttershy, who was casting fearful looks at Atmosphere.
Mitta glared at Atmosphere. He was obviously enjoying this.
As they walked to the elevator, a chime sounded, then the voice that sounded in the scanner spoke up again.
"Alert, in Intensive Treatment. 'Extremely High' risk level patient in transit. Pacification system active. Shoot to kill permissions granted."
"You heard her!" A guard said. "We've got another psycho on the way!"
As the elevator went up, Atmosphere 'entertained' them with some commentary. "Ah, now who could this be? Extremely high… Might be Jeff, I heard he was in here… Maybe they've changed Flower Power's rating… Ah, Arachnid! Good to see you!"
The elevator had risen to its full height by now. Then what could only be described as a giant spider climbed out of the elevator.
Its body was gigantic and hairy, from the swollen abdomen to the eight legs on it. Where its head would be was the torso of a brown earth pony. The only difference with the head of the creature was that instead of two big eyes that most ponies had, it had eight black, small and beady eyes.
"Get ready!" The lead guard said, a note of fear in his voice. "Keep your weapons and your magic trained on it at all times!"
"It looks angry." Whispered one guard.
Arachnid suddenly stood still. He sensed a presence, a presence that he hated. He turned to the source and snarled when he saw Mitta.
"I've got your scent, Mare-Do-Well." The creature hissed. "I will hunt you down."
Most ponies would have whimpered in fear at this, or run away. Mitta just stared at it coldly.
"Get that… that thing under control!" Yelled a guard.
A collar on Arachnid's neck suddenly sparked, sending the spider down in pain. He writhed for a moment, then stood upright when the shock stopped.
"A toy collar won't stop me!" He snarled. He skittered over to a room. "I will kill you. I will feast on your blood…"
A tense silence filled the room. "Yes." Atmosphere said suddenly. "He definitely needs to do some spring cleaning."
"Ok, move up!" Nut barked. The group walked into the elevator, the doors closing as they got in. The elevator went down.
"When you think about it, tonight is a great night for a party." Atmosphere commented.
"Not where you're going." Mitta pointed out.
"You think so, do you?" Atmosphere sneered. "I still have a few things up my…" Atmosphere looked at his front leg. "Sleeve? Pocket? Whichever."
"Oh really?" The second guard said. "Without any of your famous machines?"
Atmosphere smirked. "Well, in a matter of speaking, yes. I mean, don't you think it even a little bit suspicious that a fire at Alcatrot Prison caused hundreds of my henchstallions to be moved here?"
"Remember when I told you to be quiet?!" Nut snapped.
"Nut, if you honestly think that I'm going to listen to a word you say, then you really did fall on your head at birth."
Mitta glared at him, a question forming in her mind. "Tell me something. You've never let me catch you this easily before. What do you really want?" She asked.
"The usual." Atmosphere replied. "Cloudsdale being destroyed in a tragic tornado that destroys every last bit of it," A massive grin appeared over his face. "The Rainbow Factory, being constructed and sending weather all over Equestria. And dear Fluttershy, finally being punished for being such a terrible flier."
Atmosphere leaned in towards her. "And tonight, I will finally accomplish that dream, thanks to you and a box of matches. Was that the answer you wanted?"
A television screen next to them turned on, presenting them to Warden Point again.
"All patients should avoid contact with prisoners from Alcatrot Prison." He said. "Their presence in our institution is-"
The elevator suddenly shuddered, the lights flickering and going out.
"What's going on?!" The second guard said fearfully.
"Someone get Atmosphere!" Nut shouted.
Mitta obliged. Summoning her magic, she forced a telekinetic hold on Atmosphere's neck. He immediately choked.
"Someone get a light on him!" The second guard ordered.
The lights flicked back on to reveal a black glow around Atmosphere's neck.
The T.V. turned back on. "-temporary. Once again, I emphasize, all Blackgate prisoners should be considered dangerous and must not be approached." The Warden on the screen finished.
"Let… go of me, you loathsome bitch!" Atmosphere managed to choke out.
She let him go, albeit reluctantly. He gasped for breath and glared hatred at her.
The elevator landed. A guard standing outside the doors said "Our guest has arrived."
The chime sounded again. "Intensive Treatment lower floors now at level Red Alpha."
"So you're back. You killed three of my crew when you last busted outta here." The guard growled.
"I did, did I?" Atmosphere asked as he was pushed towards another door. "Well at least Cane's wife wouldn't have been lonely, you would have seen to that."
"And what the hell's that supposed to mean?" The guard yelled, advancing towards him. Mitta stopped him with a foreleg. He frowned at her but stood down. She continued into the hall down to Patient Handover. When they got there, Mitta spied a lavender alicorn at the front desk.
Twilight wrote her name with a quill onto some paperwork and sighed. She had just laid down the quill when she heard someone say behind her "Long night, Twi?"
Twilight chuckled, looking over at Mitta. "Atmosphere invades City Hall and holds the Mayor hostage, leaving it to me to take care of my friends, the army, SWAT teams, the media and on top of all that, you." Twilight replied. "Yeah, it's been an interesting night."
"Hopefully the last we'll ever have with him." Mitta muttered.
Mitta and Twilight walked together. "Where's Spike? I thought you took him everywhere when you needed paperwork done."
Twilight cringed. "Well…"
Before she could answer, a pink, hyperactive, poofy thing zoomed up to their faces. "Well, duh! She takes him everywhere to do paperwork but she didn't feel comfortable taking him to a place with bad guys and crazy guys and stuff so she left him at home for Rarity to take care of him and I think that he was really happy about this but I can't tell you why because that would break my Pinkie Promise and I can't break my Pinkie Promise because that is the most important, most Pinkieish, most unbreakable…"
Mitta lost track of Pinkie after a while. She looked over to Twilight and raised an eyebrow underneath her mask.
"…Yeah, in a nutshell." Twilight said. "Personally, I didn't want him to see Arachnid."
"Can't blame you for that." Mitta said.
They walked (or in Pinkie's case, bounced) over to Patient Handover. When they got there however, a guard stopped them. "Hold it there! Sorry Mare-Do-Well. Moongate staff only."
"I assure you officer, Mare-Do-Well is perfectly capable of handling a few inmates." Twilight assured.
The guard looked uneasy. "Look, I'm sorry your highness. I appreciate the assistance, but she'll unsettle the more violent inmates."
Meanwhile, Pinkie had gone over to Atmosphere, who was being taken out of the restrainer and cuffed. "Hey, aren't you the one who kidnapped Fluttershy? Twice?!" Pinkie accused in her hyperactive way. "How can you be so mean?! Fluttershy is sensitive, that's why I don't play pranks on her, Dashie's a prankster too, she showed me before her meaniepants friend Gilda came and upset Fluttershy, you two have a lot in in common, you'd be good friends with her, maybe I can get you to know her and dadadadadadadadadadadada…"
"You know," Atmosphere said loudly over Pinkie's constant yabbering. "You and Pinkamena have a lot in common."
That shut Pinkie up.
"Obviously, there are the physical similarities," Atmosphere continued. "But… I've noticed that there are some… personality similarities as well."
This struck a nerve with Pinkie. She stood up straight and glared at him with a very un-Pinkie like look. Then she spat in his face.
Atmosphere recoiled, then wiped off her spit with a wing. He smirked, getting pushed along by the guards. "Did I touch a nerve?" He asked sarcastically.
Pinkie looked furious. As Atmosphere was pushed roughly into the room, she came up to the others and hissed. "I am nothing like her."
Mitta would have agreed, but her mind was wandering elsewhere. Twilight noticed this, and asked "Something on your mind?"
Mitta nodded. "He gave up almost without a fight. I don't like it."
Twilight shrugged. "At least he's back where he belongs."
They went into the observation room, looking out onto the handover.
Atmosphere tripped over, landing on the ground with an "Oof!"
"Get up!" The guard escorting him ordered.
Atmosphere started to comply. Then, he suddenly smashed his head into the guard, stunning him. Grinning madly, he threw his cuffs over the guard's neck and began to throttle him to death.
Twilight gasped, Pinkie cried out "No!" and Mitta raised forward.
"Atmosphere's loose!" She said, alarmed. She turned to one of the guards. "Alert the Warden!"
As the guard slowly started to die from suffocation, Mitta prepared to teleport inside.
It didn't work.
"What?!" She gasped. "Why can't I teleport in?!"
"There's an anti-teleport spell!" Twilight answered, horrified at the guard's incapacitation. "It was placed to prevent breakouts!"
Mitta cursed, turning around and bucking the glass with her hind legs, cracking it.
Meanwhile, the guard had died from oxygen starvation. He turned to the doctor and snarled "Uncuff me!"
Terrified, the doctor obliged, getting the keys from the guard and letting him free. The moment he did, Atmosphere head-butted him, knocking him unconscious. He strode up to the door, looked at the security camera and said "Honey, I'm home!"
The magical incapacitating doorway disappeared.
Oh, come on! Mitta wailed inwardly. She gave the glass a few more kicks and completely broke it. She dived out but it was too late. Atmosphere had went beyond the doorway.
As the barriers reactivated, he turned around and grinned at her. "Welcome to the madhouse, Mare-Do-Well! I set a trap, and you set it off without a hit!"
The cell doors on the sides opened, allowing three Alcatrot prisoners out. "Now then, let's start, shall we?" Atmosphere taunted. Then he ran into the opposite observation deck.
The prisoners surrounded her, nervous, but confident. Mitta smirked. Three prisoners weren't a problem. They were an inconvenience.
"Kill her!" Atmosphere's voice came from the comm link.
Mitta bent her head down and blasted the first prisoner with a magic blast. He flew backwards and hit the opposite wall, slumping down, unconscious.
She turned to the second prisoner, who wasn't as confident as before. He turned around and tried to buck her. She turned around, flipping him over on the way and as he turned upside down, she bucked him in the stomach.
He hit the ground, groaning in pain. He got back up though. That was okay. She turned to the last prisoner and held him in a magical grip. She then threw him, headfirst, into the second prisoner. They both fell down, senseless.
"What the hell was that?!" Atmosphere asked over the audio. "I expected more from ponies who have a combined sentence of 843 years in jail!"
The remaining prisoners were allowed out of their cells. "I hope that you idiots can do better than the others! Now destroy her! I have things to do." Atmosphere ordered. Then he ran off.
Four prisoners surrounded her, uneasy. One came out and tried to head-butt her. She responded by jumping up and bringing her hooves onto his head on decent. The prisoner's head collided with the floor. She then suddenly flew towards the next inmate. His eyes widened as she slammed him into the wall and bashed his face in.
She noticed that a prisoner was trying to sneak up on her from behind. She suddenly bucked him in the face, sending him reeling into the ground. Then the fourth and first prisoners rushed at her from different directions. Then they both tried to punch her. She dodged this by ducking down and letting them punch each other in the face.
They both fell down. The first prisoner charged at her. She flew up and picked him up around the chest. Then she threw him into the third inmate, who was just getting up. They collided with each other, sending them into the wall.
At this point, all four inmates were struggling to get up. "Come on, colts." She taunted at them. "I'm starting to have fun here."
The first inmate raised his front hooves and tried to bring them down on his head. At the same time, the fourth inmate tried to buck her. She flipped the first one over her head, bringing him into contact with the fourth stallion. He looked hopeful when his back hooves came into contact with something, but was knocked out by a swing by Mitta's hoof.
The other inmates looked at each other fearfully. Then they both charged at her, full gallop. She just spread out on the ground, causing them to trip over her. She went over to the third inmate, picked up his head with her teeth and brought it back down to the ground. The fourth, terrified now, tried to get up. So Mitta bucked him in the face. He fell down, finally out.
In the observation deck, Twilight pressed some buttons and cursed. "The system's jammed! We're stuck in here. Atmosphere's in full control of the security gates."
"I'll find a way out." Mitta reassured her. "Twi, try and contact the Warden. Let him know what's happened."
"Taken care of." Twilight replied. "Pinkie's on her way now."
"Good. Don't worry. I'll be back."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Do-Well." Atmosphere suddenly appeared on the screen. "I'm in control of the asylum now. You aren't going anywhere I don't want you to. Understand?"
Mitta glared at him. "If you think that I'll just let you run…"
Atmosphere laughed. "How heroically cliché. If you don't want me to run, then why don't you come and find me?"
The barriers leading to where Atmosphere went suddenly went out.
"You realise it's a trap, right?" Twilight asked.
Mitta turned to the now unblocked passageway. "Of course it is." She replied.