Mare-Do-Well: Moongate Asylum

by SirPotato

Kidnapping

The Mare-Do-Well character is based off the character from the fanfic ‘Waking Nightmares’, written by KnightMysterio. Moonbow Peek is an OC made by nightelf37. Mitta is an OC used in a fan game made by Donitz. If you really don’t care about this, then continue on. If you are not a brony, then why the hell are you even here? Otherwise, continue!

Mitta glared at the blank screen for a bit more.

“The transport system is down.” The guard said. “Best I can do is open the door you came in. Sorry.”

This was okay. Mitta had a new objective: Find and rescue Twilight.

I should go back to the holding cells. She thought. Nut wasn’t too smart. He would have left a trail.

She left the room, her radio turning on in the process. “Mitta! What’s happened?”

“Atmosphere’s sealed himself off, but he’s not my objective now. He’s got Twilight.”

There was a pause at the other end, then a weak groan from Moonbow. “Oh no…”

“Don’t worry. I’m getting her back!”

“I know, but…”

“But nothing. I’m getting her back! Atmosphere will not win. I won’t let him.” Mitta sighed, deciding to explain her plan. “A guard named Loose Nut attacked her. I’m starting with him. If I track him, I’ll find the Princess.”

“Okay… Be careful.”

Mitta hung up and stormed down the hallway. If only Chronicle was here. She thought. Nut wouldn’t have dared to attack Twi.

The televisions turned on, revealing a smirking Dr Atmosphere. “I’m willing to bet that you’re wondering how I did it.”

She tried to ignore him, but she actually did wonder how he had done it.

“Me and Nut go back a long way.” He explained. “I helped him pay off debts at first and then, when I was attacking a suburb one day, I told him that if he became dead loyal to me, then I’ll give specific orders not to attack his home and family.

“Of course, I kept my word. And he’s been working for me ever since. He even gave me the security codes to help with my takeover. Should have looked at his background, should’ve you?” He taunted.

Mitta ran along the corridors, slightly annoyed with herself. When she reached an intersection, she heard a voice say, “Look at him. Not the big man anymore!”

Deciding that the owner of the said voice wasn’t a guard, she crouched behind a corner. She glanced around and saw two MGP convicts near the entrance to the holding cells, looking down to a dead guard.

“The look on his face!” One of them laughed. “Thought he was going to wet himself!”

Mitta felt a surge of fury in herself. She pulled out a Thrower (the blunt knives) and chucked it at the prisoner. He went down, stunned.

The other one turned around just in time to see Mitta storm up to him. Panicking, he grabbed a pole with his teeth and swung it at her. She stopped it with her hoof, snatched it with her own teeth and hit him across the face with it.

The first convict got back up and ran at Mitta, trying to punch her with his forehoof. She knocked it out of the way and grabbed him in a magical grip. She then smashed his head into the wall. He groaned and fell unconscious.

The second convict tried to hit her with a magic blast but she dodged and retaliated with a blast of her own. He hit the wall and fell down, dazed. Mitta walked up to him, brought his head up and slammed it into the ground.

She bent down to the dead guard. Noticing that his eyes were open, she closed them and continued on her way.

Inside the room that Twilight was in, she looked around. Turning on her radio, she said, “Moonbow, I’ve reached the holding cells. I’m setting up a crime scene.”

“What’s the plan?” Moonbow asked. “Isolate something in the room unique to Nut?”

“Yup.” She looked around. Using Rarity’s excellent spotting skills, she soon noticed a flask of alcohol on the floor. “Here we go. Nut dropped his flask of whisky.”

Moonbow chuckled in amusement. “Sloppy.”

“Tell me about it.” Mitta sniffed at it. “I can follow traces of alcohol from Nut’s bourbon in the atmosphere.”

“Ironic. You’re following two types of atmospheres.”

Mitta didn’t reply. Calibrating her eyepieces, she soon found some particles of whisky in the air. “Well, I’ve got a trail.”

“Good. Follow it. In the meantime, I’ll get every reference to Moongate that I can find. It might be useful.” The radio shut off.

Mitta followed the trail, down the intersection to the front desk. She stopped when she heard the phone ringing. She considered answering it, but someone else did before she could.

“Hello?” A mare’s voice came from the phone. “I’m trying to contact Skybolt. Is he there?”

Mitta’s heart sunk. She knew that voice.

“Skybolt? Wasn’t he one of the colts that I first kidnapped?” Atmosphere’s voice answered.

There was a pause. Then the mare’s voice came back, full of hatred. “You.”

“Yes Rainbow Dash, me. I’m afraid that Skybolt is dead at the moment. He won’t be coming back.”

“You monster… he had a wife!” Rainbow shouted.

“I’m sure you’ll comfort her. After all, you lead the gay pride parade, don’t you?” Atmosphere let out a nasty laugh and hung up.

Fuming, Mitta stormed out the door to the elevators. A guard was trying to call the elevator, growling, “Come on, what’s wrong with this thing?”

Mitta walked up, the guard muttering “Stupid, unreliable, piece of…” He turned to Mitta. “How did Atmosphere get free?”

“Be quiet!” Mitta snapped, trying to figure out something.

“What’s going on?”

She ignored him, focusing on the trail of alcohol. Clearly, Nut had gotten into the elevator and taken it upwards. Before she could do anything though, a voice called out to her from above.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh! Atmos doesn’t want you following us just yet.”

Mitta glared up at Pinkamena, who was wearing her trademark demented grin. “So I devised a way to stall you for time.”
In her magical grip, Pinkamena was holding a detonator. She pressed the button and an explosion sounded.

Mitta looked up. The elevator was hurtling down to ground level with no restraints. Eyes widening, she pushed the guard out of the way and dived for cover. The elevator crashed to the ground, smashing in a loud noise.

Mitta looked at the elevator, damaged beyond repair. The guard was groaning and lying down. Pinkamena was laughing at them.

“There you go! It’ll take you longer to get up here now, and even longer to get through the welcoming committee!”

Mitta couldn’t fly up, her recent injury prevented that. I guess I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.

The guard looked up at Mitta. “I take it that this is Atmosphere’s doing.”

“Who else?” Mitta replied.

The guard growled. “I told them, he’s a monster! They should fry him!”

“Calm down! I’ll take care of it.” As much as she hated Atmosphere, Mitta was against killing. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she would never take a life.

Mitta looked around. Spotting a platform, she pulled out a grappling device. She aimed at the edge and fired, the claw grabbing the edge and pulling her up. She did the same with another ledge. On the second platform, she noticed a small gap on the ledge. She debated how to grab onto it, eventually settling for using Pinkie’s reality-warping abilities to somehow grab onto the ledge.

This is weird. She was shimmying along the ledge with no clear way to hanging on to it. She reached a point where there was space to climb up but she had to crouch like she was in an air vent.

“Mare-Do-Well. I know you can hear me. I’ve decided to take the liberty to save something for you to listen to.”

Mitta tried to ignore Atmosphere as she pushed open a vent but this sort of thing is hard to do when the said pony has control over every sound system in the building.

As she grappled up some ledges, Atmosphere continued. “Pinkamena and Nut are nearly out of the building with the princess. Before that, of course, they have to get past all those guards. Let’s see how they’re doing, shall we?”

“Hey Nut, what’s going on?” A voice sounded over the loudspeakers.

“Atmosphere’s got more stallions on the way. Coming around the front of the asylum. Gotta stop them getting in! Quick! Get over there!” Nut replied, for all the world sounding panicky.

“Dammit!” Said another guard, as Mitta ducked under an overhang. “C’mon. Everypony, cover the main entrance!”

“How many are there Nut?” A third guard asked. “Wait, hang on, how in Tartarus do you know what-?”

A sudden gunshot came from the speaker.

“Nut!” The second guard said as Mitta shimmied along another edge. “What are you doing?! No! Put it down!”

A second gunshot.

“Nut, what the hell?!” The third guard asked, sounding frightened.

A third gunshot.

“Pinks, it’s clear!” Nut shouted. “Get your ass in here!”

As Mitta leapt over a small wall, she heard Pinkamena chuckle. “You’re some piece of work Nut. A mare could fall for someone like you…”

“Stop flirting with the hired help, Pinkamena!” Atmosphere snapped.

“Hey, I have the right to flirt with anyone I want!” Pinkamena retorted.

“So what did you think of that?” Atmosphere asked Mitta as she climbed into a grate. “I had my doubts about him, but I must say, Nut is proving to be quite the proxy!” He laughed and shut off.

Blood boiling, Mitta stormed to a ledge and heard some prisoners talking.

“So you’re telling me that Mare-Do-Well’s coming here?”

“If you ask that one more time, I am going to stick this pipe up your-”

“Only asking!”

Mitta grappled to the platform, listening in to the prisoners.

“I can’t believe the pink bitch sent us down here to fight her.” One of them muttered.

“Yeah. Why us?”

“We’re just here to slow her down. Pinkamena doesn’t really expect us to win.”

“So we’re just expendable?!”

“Yup.”

Deciding that she had heard enough, Mitta climbed up to the ledge, startling the prisoners. She counted five, which she could handle. She blasted one with magic and threw a Thrower at another.

“Hey! Her wing’s broken!” One of the prisoners noted.

This was true, but it wasn’t a problem. She blocked a punch to the face and responded with a foreknee to the face. She then turned and bucked another one, knocking him to the ground. Dodging a sloppy buck, she hit the fifth one in the stomach with a magic blast.

The first and the third rushed in at once. Mitta hit them both with her hooves and slammed the third one’s head onto the floor. The second one threw a punch at her but she slammed his hoof onto the floor and used the other hoof to knock him to the ground. The fourth one tried to kick her and was countered with a kick to the balls. He yelped and hit the ground, clutching his testicles.

The fifth stood up shakily. Mitta knocked him back down with a Thrower, then jumped over to him and hit him on the back of the head, knocking him out. The first one grabbed a pipe and tried to hit her with it. She ducked and brought her hoof into contact with his back. She then bucked into the second one, who was trying to sneak up from behind.

Noticing that the fourth was still moaning in pain, she decided to put him out of his misery. She grabbed the pipe and hit his head with it, with just enough force to knock him out. The first and the second then rushed in at once. Mitta just grabbed their heads and slammed them together.

She looked around. They were all unconscious.

Her radio clicked on. “Mitta. How’s it going? Any sign of the princess?”

“Not yet, but I’m getting close. Pinkamena tried to slow me down. Dropped an elevator on me.” Mitta replied.

“Did it work?”

Mitta chuckled. “Of course not. I’ll get back to you when I reach the end of the trail.”

The trail in question lead beyond the doors. They were locked, so Mitta ripped a grate from the wall. She crawled through the air vent, stopping when she heard a gunshot and a dying scream.

“Please…” A guard begged. “I have a kid… you don’t have to-”

A second blast sounded.

“You’re right.” A cruel voice whispered. “I don’t have to. I just want to.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. Crawling out silently, she heard a laugh of sadistic pleasure.

“Alright, boss says no-one gets past! If anything moves, shoot it!”

“You got it! Anypony coming this way is dead!”

Mitta activated her eyepieces, showing that three ponies were holding guns and pointing in the direction of Mitta’s left. Mitta turned on her radio. “Moonbow, Atmosphere’s stallions have taken control of the Cell Block Transfer corridor.” She whispered.

“That’s not good.” Moonbow sounded worried. “I’ve patched into a guard’s radio. It sounds like Atmosphere’s crew have gotten some weapons to use.”

“I know. I’ll calibrate the mask’s vision mode to isolate armed henchponies.” Mitta replied, doing so. The ponies on her eyepieces turned red.

Hanging up, Mitta thought about her plan of attack. The direct approach is suicide. I need to be smart, and find a different way past them.

Looking up, she spotted another gargoyle. She grappled up to it, looking around. Seeing another gargoyle, the grappled over to it, wishing that she could fly. Grappling over to a gargoyle near the door, she dropped down silently and quietly approached the henchponies.

“So is MDW really coming this way?” One of them asked.

“Who cares? She sticks her pointy head into the room, we blow it off.”

“Yeah! She’s a dead mare walking!”

The convict at the back smirked, focusing on the path in front of him. He was so focused on this that he didn’t notice Mitta grabbling above him. He also didn’t notice Mitta creeping up behind him.

Mitta covered his snout with her hooves, blocking his breathing. He panicked and tried to say something but couldn’t get it out. Eventually, he passed out from oxygen starvation.

Going over to the second one, she wrapped her cape around his head. He cries were muffled as he suffocated, eventually passing out.

She went over to the last one. Deciding to have a bit of fun with him, she quietly went up to him and whispered in his ear, “Peekaboo.”

The inmate spun around. Mitta grabbed his gun, tossed it away and slammed his head into the wall. He collapsed with a groan.

Walking down the corridor, she walked up some stairs where another convict was talking to Atmosphere. “The boys are just finishing off boss. The Moongate chumps never stood a chance.”

“Good.” Atmosphere replied. “Now, Mare-Do-Well is on her way here. I need you to set a trap. She mustn’t leave this building. Do you understand?”

“Yes boss. MDW’s as good as dead.”

“You better keep your promises. Because if I find out that Mare-Do-Well is outside Intensive Treatment, then I will make sure that your family will suffer the consequences.”

“But… but Atmosphere-!”

“No buts. Just do it!”

There was a sound of a television switching off. Mitta crept up to the convict, who was still staring at the screen and gave him a buck to the back of the head. He went down.

The screen flicked back on, revealing a very annoyed Atmosphere. “Oh, for the love of… Is it not possible to kill you?” He sighed. “I guess I should warn my stallions that you’re on the way. After all, that will make things fair, wouldn’t it?” The screen flicked off again.

Mitta turned to a grate on the wall. She pulled it off and climbed inside the air vent. As she travelled through it, she heard the intercom go on and Atmosphere’s voice came out of it.

“Good evening. I am sure that none of you will have any trouble in recognising my voice.”

Mitta reached the end of the air vent, blocked by another grate. A convict was just outside of it, looting a dead guard.

“Now then: Mare-Do-Well is on her way to your position. I’m sure all of you are well aware of what she can do to you.”

Mitta silently pushed the grate open, moving towards the convict. She pulled her hooves over his mouth and nose, suffocating him. He tried to struggle, needing air.

“I want her stopped at all costs. But I need her alive as well. Be sure to remember that.”

The inmate went limp. Mitta slowly set him upon the floor. Activating her eyepieces, she saw that there were two more inmates in the room. She grappled up to a gargoyle and scanned the room. She noted that another convict was on a walkway directly in front and below her.

The inmate walked into a small room, Mitta jumping down and following. When she was directly behind the criminal, she pushed him to the ground and put her cape over his head. He panicked as he suffocated, then passed out.

Satisfied, Mitta crept out of the room. The last convict was directly underneath another gargoyle. Smirking, she waited until he wasn’t looking, then grappled up to the gargoyle above her, then to the gargoyle above the convict. She pulled out a rope and lassoed the convict’s legs together.

He gave out a yelp of fear as she hoisted him up into the air. When he was suspended mid-air, she tied the other end of the rope to the gargoyle. Then she leapt down and glared at the prisoner.

His eyes widened when he saw her. “Let me down!” He begged.

Mitta raised an eyebrow. “If you insist.”

She took out a Thrower and threw it at the rope. It broke and the inmate yelped as he fell down and hit his head on the ground. He went unconscious with a groan.

The intercom clicked on again. “If that had as easy as it looked, then I would have gift wrapped them.” Atmosphere chuckled. “But, it isn’t. I’ve sent a few more henchponies your way.”

Mitta grappled up to the roof of the small room. Atmosphere wasn’t lying. Three more convicts had filed out from the door.

“Atmosphere wants her found! Spread out!” One of them ordered.

“She could be anywhere!” Another hissed.

“Then keep your eyes open.” The first one retorted. “Now move!”

Mitta waited on the roof. Watching, she noticed an inmate climbing up to the room. He crept inside, positioning himself underneath a glass ceiling. Mitta walked above him, and then burst through the ceiling landing on him and knocking him out.

The smash of the glass breaking was like a homing beacon for the other two convicts. She quickly fled the scene, grappling up to a gargoyle. She watched as the two convicts ran to the room.

Iron Flex ran to the source of the noise. Immediately noticing his fallen comrade, he shouted. “Stallion down!”

“I hear you.” The henchpony behind him replied. “Is he okay?”

Flex walked over to the fallen convict and kneeled beside him. “He’s alive. That much I know.” He cursed. “Dammit!
Alright, Credit, I have an idea. But it requires you as bait.”

No response.

“It’s nothing major. You just have to act like an idiot for a few seconds.” Flex insisted.

Still no response.

Slightly worried now, he turned around. Credit’s unconscious body laid on the floor.

Now he was terrified. Holding his gun up high, he looked around desperately. “Oh Celestia help me. Please don’t kill me, I swear, I’ll never kill anyone again…”

A loud bang suddenly sounded. Flex screamed and fired his gun at the source of the noise. “PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!!”

Silence greeted his statement. Then the intercom went back on.

“You are an imbecile.” Atmosphere said coldly.

Steeling himself, Flex crept towards the source. He didn’t find anypony, but the boiler was steaming.

He started to breathe a bit more easily. “Stupid boiler!” He shouted. He turned around, furious with himself.

Mitta bucked him in the head.

The convict went down, unconscious. Mitta did a quick scan of the room to make sure that there were none left.

Atmosphere sighed. “Well, I guess that I can’t have really expected them to survive. After all, they were idiots.”

Ignoring him, Mitta went over to the place where Mitta had first brought Atmosphere in. When she saw the person in the restrainer, she groaned inwardly.

Atmosphere must have figured out how I was tracking Twilight. Nut’s trail stops here. Mitta thought as she looked at Nut’s dead corpse. His body was covered in laser burns.

A door that came from below opened up. “Mare-Do-Well! I’m over here!”

Mitta jumped down, looking at the guard in the doorway. She walked over to him.

“It was a massacre.” He said gravely. “Nut came walking in telling everyone to cover the front entrance.” The guard frowned. “He said something about Atmosphere’s army coming through the main gate.”

He looked at her sadly. “Two of my guys moved to the exit and Nut shot ‘em dead. They never stood a chance.”

“Was Nut alone?” Mitta asked.

“Thought he was, then I saw Pinkamena. She was surrounded by MGP prisoners. They were just killing everyone in the room!

“I had no choice! I got in here, locked the door. I could see the whole thing on the security feed. They had someone with them, it looked like Princess Twilight.”

“Nut is dead.” Mitta explained. “They carried on without him. He must have outlived his usefulness.”

“Good.” The guard snarled. “He was scum!”

Mitta frowned at this. She moved inside the room, walking out the opposite end. As she left, she heard the guard mutter to a dead body. “I’ll look after Bright Tide. I promise…”

Mitta walked through a door, entering what seemed to be a locker room. A radio was sitting on a bench, playing.
“We apologise for this interruption to our regular broadcast.” The news presenter was saying. “Current Affair is live from the Manehatten Bay with some breaking news.”

“This is Current Affair with breaking news in the Manehatten Bay.” A reporter said. “We’re getting reports of an armed siege on Moongate Island. Two minutes ago, infamous supervillian Dr Atmosphere broadcasted to all news channels this chilling message.”

Atmosphere’s voice came from the radio. “Greetings, Manehatten. Now, I believe that now is not the time for lies. I am now in control of Moongate Asylum so you can all consider it out of bounds. If I see any policemen, vigilantes or royalty coming this way, I’ll start detonating random bombs throughout Equestria.

“What will it be? Cheerilie’s School? Manehatten General Hospital? Canterlot Castle? In any case, I am sure that many ponies do not want to see them get destroyed.”

Current Affair came back on. “All access to the island has been restricted, airspace is closed off and early reports suggest that Mare-Do-Well herself is trapped on the island. We’ll be right here, reporting live on any developments. Back to the studio.”

“Thanks Affair. More as it happens.”

Mitta frowned. She was fairly certain that Atmosphere was lying, but there was a sliver of doubt that said that he wasn’t…

Deciding to worry about it later, Mitta walked towards a door and stepped outside.