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 what the hell are you doing here? Otherwise, continue!
Mare-Do-Well: Moongate Asylum
Medical
Mitta pulled the grate off the wall of the filing room wall. She crawled through the grate, some vegetation appearing the closer she got to the end. Pushing the grate off of that, she climbed out, stepping into a thick forest. She walked through the forest until she got to a clearing. She then followed a path that lead to Moongate West.
When she got out there, she noticed that there were bunch of guards everywhere. They didn’t seem to be aware of what was going on.
The P.A. chime sounded, except it was distorted and weird. Then, Atmosphere’s voice came out from everywhere.
“Pinkamena has just informed me that a large crate has dropped from the sky a few moments ago. This one isn’t mine, and I’m willing to bet that none of the guards ordered it either, so I’m fairly certain that it belongs to Mare-Do-Well.” He said. “I need every minion under my command that aren’t currently carrying out orders to go there now and see what’s there. Or smash it to pieces. Either one.”
Mitta frowned. She didn’t order anything. As she walked, she activated her radio. “Moonbow, why did you send me a supply crate?”
“I decided you might need some extra devices.” She replied. “Where are you?”
“I’m outside the Mansion. Thanks for the drop, I-” She stopped, seeing an alarm pop up on her HUD. “Looks like Pinkamena got to it first. If she’s still got Twilight with her, Twi could get hurt.”
“Noted. I’ve sent you the schematics for the entire island. The drop is currently outside the Intensive Treatment Building. It has some explosive gel and a gliding cape in it.”
“Thanks Moonbow.” Mitta said, hanging up. Activating the map on her HUD, she saw that the drop was indeed in front of the Intensive Treatment building. Deciding to take the short route, she went back into the forest, taking the path that lead to the south part of the mansion.
At the end of the path though, was an ambulance chariot. Two dead guards were near it, one propped up on the side. A living guard was kneeling over him. When Mitta came close, he turned to her and said hoarsely, “I can’t believe it. They killed Standalone.”
“Stay with your colleague.” Mitta ordered. “I’m ending this. Now.”
On that note, she retreated into the trees, noticing two thugs with guns. She crept up behind them, bringing one of them to the ground and suffocating him into unconsciousness then going up to the second one and bucking him in the back of the head.
Easy. Mitta thought as she continued to the south part of the island. Sure enough, when she got to the Intensive Treatment building, she saw a crate being smashed viciously by thugs. As she walked over to them, the P.A. sounded again, the chime still distorted.
“To all of my employees and all Moongate Staff.” Atmosphere sounded smug. “I have looked at the data so far and it shows that the entire island will soon be completely under my control in under one hour. Only Moongate West is free right now. But that will change.” He laughed evilly.
The thugs had looked up when the chime sounded, pausing in their relentless assault on the box. When it ended, they looked among each other, smirking.
“Sounds like the boss has everything under control.” One of them said.
“You said it.” Another one grinned. “Moongate will be no more soon.”
“Interesting that you say that.” Mitta commented. “Seeing as I’m going to beat you, then your master.”
Each of the convicts slowly turned their heads towards her.
She punched the closest one in the face.
About two of them held bars in magical grips or teeth. One of them swung a bar at them, but Mitta simply ducked and gave him an uppercut. Another tried to buck her and missed entirely. He blinked and realised that Mitta had completely ignored his attack and leapt over to another thug to kick him.
The first inmate tried to hit her back, but Mitta just grabbed his mane with her teeth and slammed him into the crate. She bounced behind the third thug and bucked his back, proceeding that with a punch to the second one and countering the fourth’s clumsy swing by grabbing his bar and knocking him over the head with it.
The second one was clearly about to go down, getting up uneasily. Mitta rolled over to him, ignoring the brief pain from her wing and slamming her back legs into his face, knocking him out. The first one swung up his hooves and tried to bring them down on her head. She knocked them aside, brought him to the ground and broke his right foreleg.
The fourth one, losing his temper, threw his bar at her. She grabbed it in a magical grip and threw it back at him, knocking him out. The third one started backing away, stammering. Mitta simply blasted him with magic, sending him sprawling.
Satisfied with the battle, she went over to the crate and opened it. She pulled out what looked like and ordinary spray can, except it obviously wasn’t. Picking it up, she inspected it, seeing everything was in order. I’ll probably need this. She thought as she pocketed it.
She then took off her cape and replaced it with the gliding one. This’ll compensate for my broken wing. She put it on, liking how it was so similar to the one she had just taken off.
She then inspected the crate, noting that it was in poor condition. Pinkamena trashed it, probably. Looks like there was a scuffle. An idea struck her. I should scan the area around the drop. There could be a clue as to where she took Twilight.
Activating her lenses, she looked around. On the path she took to the crate, she saw a glass object on the ground. On closer inspection she saw it was a perfume bottle.
Strange. Mitta frowned. This is Twilight’s perfume. Rarity gave it to her for her birthday. There’s no way she’d leave it.
After scanning it, her eyes widened. Hold on! I can track this like I did with the alcohol in Nut’s flask! Twilight, you’re a genius! Leaving me a trail to follow!
Mitta switched on her headset. “Moonbow, I’ve picked up a perfume bottle with Twi’s initials carved on it.”
“It was a birthday gift Rarity gave her last year. There’s no way she’d leave it.”
“Exactly. She’s left me a trail to follow. She’s alive, Moonbow!”
Mitta followed the trail past the Intensive Treatment building, going into Moongate East. It lead up to the Medical Centre building. First however, she saw a friendly pony in the lookout nest. She went up to it, spotting a guard staring apprehensively at a group of six inmates near the entrance of the medical facility.
“Mare-Do-Well, what’s going on?” He whispered. “The crazies are moving towards the Medical Facility. What’s Atmosphere doing?”
“He’s trying to take over the island piece by piece.” Mitta responded. “Looks like the Medical Centre is his next target. Has anyone gotten out of the building?”
“I saw a doctor try and get out…” The guard looked sadly at the front doors. “He was torn apart… thrown into the water. He never stood a chance.”
“You wait here.” Mitta ordered. “I’ll stop them.”
Jumping off the rail, she glided to the building, the inmates noticing nothing. When she got to the building, she slowly walked up the stairs. Deciding to start with a thrower, she got one and threw it at the nearest thug. He went down, alerting the others to her presence.
“It’s her!” One of the inmates said, frightened. Said inmate threw a punch at her, resulting in Mitta knocking it aside and responding with a punch of her own. A second convict used a metal bar, to a similar effect. Two minions tried to take her own at the same time, but ended up with their heads smashed together.
All in all, the fight lasted approximately fifty seconds.
Mitta dusted herself off, sighing in satisfaction. Then she opened the door and strode inside. She didn’t get far though. An incapacitation barrier was in between her, the rest of the building and Pinkamena, who was leaning backwards on a chair, reading a comic book.
When she noticed Mitta, she snapped, “Oi! Get out of here, Mares! This is my ‘me time’.”
“Where’s the princess?” Mitta asked coldly.
Pinkamena smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to-”
“I’m over here.” A voice from the left said.
“Quiet, bookworm!” Pinkamena threw a coffee mug at where Mitta supposed Twilight was.
“Ow! You insane, murderous…” Twilight sounded like she wanted to kill Pinkamena at this point.
A screen behind Pinkamena flicked on, revealing an annoyed Dr Atmosphere.
“Pinkamena!” He snapped, causing her to yelp. “What is she doing here? It’s too early! I haven’t had enough time!”
“Oh, calm down old man!” Pinkamena said dismissively. “She’s behind a barrier that incapacitates anypony who walks into it, she’s stuck there.”
“Well make sure it stays that way! I can’t have her ruining my plans before they’ve even begun!”
The screen flicked off. Pinkamena turned back to Mitta, smiling. “Sorry Mares. You’ll have to find another way. Buh-bye!”
She’s right. There’s no way past the security gate. I’ll need to find another route. Mitta turned around and left.
Once she was outside, she thought about how she would get in. Deciding to go via the roof, she grappled up and looked around. Near the northern part of the building, she spotted a structural weakness. She got out her explosive gel and sprayed it on the wall. Then she backed away a safe distance and detonated it. The wall exploded, revealing a door into maintenance access. Smiling, she stepped into the opening and walked on in.
Atmosphere stepped away from his work, frowning at it. It wasn’t much at this point, just a heap of metal and wires. It was starting to take shape though, so that was a bonus. Deciding to take a small break, he looked over to the data panel. Right now, it showed the percentage of the island he had taken over and how many doctors had been rounded up in the medical building.
Right now, it was showing six out of twenty doctors. It also showed that about nine doctors had escaped and two were the playthings of Fear Feeder.
Oh, please. Atmosphere turned on the P.A. system. “I want all the doctors rounded up. Search every inch of the Medical Centre.” He growled. “And that means every room, every office and every cupboard.” He lowered his voice. “If I see another doctor escape the building, then you won’t! I’ll just order Fear Feeder to flood the rooms with fear gas and leave you to lose your minds. As I’m fairly certain that you don’t want that, GET TO IT!”
He turned off the P.A., agitated. Once again, he started wondering why the majority of the criminal underworld was largely unintelligent. It was like shepherding sheep.
He desperately hoped that Dr Heart hadn’t escaped. He needed her for the plan. Otherwise, the plan won’t succeed. And if the plan didn’t succeed…
Then the Rainbow Factory wouldn’t be built.
And it had to be built.
Otherwise, the terrible fliers like Fluttershy, Derpy, all of them won’t be punished for being so terrible. And as an extra bonus, Mare-Do-Well would be at his feet, begging for mercy.
Atmosphere paused and thought about the last bit. Frowning, he revised it: Mare-Do-Well would be broken, but defiant, waiting for him to kill her.
That’s better. Much more realistic. He thought to himself, grinning as he returned to his work.
Mitta eventually came to a point where she was at a grate that gave her a view of the sanatorium. Looking around, she counted five armed thugs, three doctors and Fluttershy.
“Please…” The said pegasus begged. “Don’t hurt me…”
“Shut it!” A convict snarled. “Get over there with the others.” When she took a while to get her bearings, the convict kicked her. “Move it!”
“Alright…” She sobbed. “I hear you…”
Mitta frowned, trying to think. Why does he need the doctors? Mitta tried a bit more to think about it, then gave up. That doesn’t matter right now. I’ve got to save them!
She silently glided down, a quick scan of her surroundings showing that there was an inmate directly in front of a weak wall. She sprayed her explosive gel, then grappled up to a gargoyle. She got as far away from the wall as possible before detonating it.
It exploded in a massive BOOM, a large stray piece hitting the inmate in the back of the head. The other four inmates jumped in fright and Fluttershy shrieked and assumed a fetal position.
The four inmates got over to the source of the boom, staring at the destroyed wall in disbelief when they did. After quickly checking his pulse, the leader snarled, “Leave him. We need to find Mare-Do-Well or we’re dead!”
They scattered, two joining up as a group. Deciding to take on one at a time, Mitta went over to one who went into the small pen where the doctors and Fluttershy were. The timid pegasus was still crying, the inmate snarling, “Shut up, wimp!”
Mitta glided silently over to him, getting up behind him and putting her hooves around his mouth, wrestling with him until he fell unconscious. Fluttershy sniffled, and looked at Mitta, her eyes widening. “...Mare-Do-Well?” She asked.
“Stay here.” Mitta whispered back. She grappled away, going over to a gargoyle that a convict was going under. Mitta jumped down, landing on the inmate, knocking him to the ground. Then she punched him in the face, knocking him out.
Knowing that the sound would have attracted the other two inmates, she grappled away to a ceiling that also had a weak wall. As the thugs inspected their fallen comrade, Mitta sprayed some more explosive gel on the ceiling.
The remaining two inmates were a bit scared now. Making the stupid decision to split up, Mitta flew over and hid behind a corner, waiting for the inmate to cross her path. When he did, Mitta stuffed her hooved in his mouth, suffocating him as well.
By this time, the last inmate had found the unconscious body of the thug left in the pen. Crying out, “Stallion down! Stallion down!” he looked at the doctors desperately. “Did you see who did this? Where is she?!”
Fluttershy then performed a rare occurrence for her and smirked confidently.
Scared, the stallion yelled out, “Isn’t anypony going to help me?!” Then a realisation struck him. “Oh no… She got you too, didn’t she?!” Scared making way for terrified, the convict wandered into the room to his left, pointing his gun at the entrance. “STAY AWAY!”
Mitta detonated the ceiling, sending stone flying down onto his head.
“Well, it’s lucky there are so many doctors in the house.” Atmosphere said sarcastically over the P.A. “I seem to have a pile of idiotic worthless WOUNDED HENCHMEN!” The P.A. turned off.
“The room’s clear! You’re safe now!” Mitta called out into the room.
Mitta walked into the pen, noting that two doctors were restrained and another was standing up shakily. Fluttershy just looked relieved that they were all defeated.
“I don’t know what happened.” She said. “One moment I was watching everypony do their evening rounds and the next, armed stallions burst into the room.” She sighed. “At least it’s over. Why were they here? And why was Atmosphere’s voice on the P.A.?” Inside Fluttershy’s mind, she was desperately refusing to believe an obvious fact.
Understanding this, Mitta explained. “Atmosphere escaped. He’s now in control of most of the island.” She turned to the doctor. “Did they have anypony with them?”
“They took someone into the elevator.” He replied. “We didn’t know who it was.”
“They obviously didn’t want to be followed. The elevator appears to be powered down. You’ll be safe here.”
“What about the others?” The doctor appeared nervous. “We heard gunfire. They could be dead. We need to help them.”
Fluttershy didn’t look relieved anymore. Instead she looked downright terrified, no doubt from the confirmation that Atmosphere was loose. Then she remembered something. “Oh no, I forgot! Doctor Tender Care was in the Patient Observation Room and Doctor Psychic Hoof went to Surgery!”
“And Doctor Purple Heart went to X-ray.” The doctor added.
“Ok, stay here! I’ll find the other doctors.” Mitta said. She left as Fluttershy and the doctor helped the other two out of the restraints.
She climbed down to the lower level and went through the door, stepping into the upper corridor. Deciding to rescue Care first, she turned left, following the blue line. As she walked, she heard the local P.A. turn on. “Remember, a happy patient is a quiet patient.”
The voice switched to Warden Point. “Let me introduce you all to the sterling work of our new Head of Research, Dr Purple Heart. Since joining our team 2 years ago, Moongate is now at the forefront of research into understanding the pony mind.”
The voice changed to a female, Mitta assuming that it was Purple Heart. “Good afternoon, Moongate. Let’s talk about the mind. How can such a complex entity be understood and eventually treated when it breaks? How indeed.
“Project Savage’s goal is to create a test bed to fully probe our… special cases in a safe, risk-free manner.”
Mitta stopped walking, now fully interested.
“Our goal is to cure the most unfortunate specimens.” Heart continued. “The weak. Those not physically up to the challenge that our medical practices present.
“Project Savage will make us a world-class facility. An award-winning facility.”
“When you or someone you know is seriously distressed…” The voice had changed to a kind, caring voice of a male.
Mitta resumed walking. By now she had gotten to a corner that led right into Patient Observation. She stopped, however, when she heard two convicts talking.
“So who’s the guard?”
“That mean sonofabitch is Hook!” The other convict replied.
“How come he only has three legs?”
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you know nothin’?” The thug sighed. “Hook had a disagreement with Arachnid a while back. The spider got free, and ripped off Hook’s leg.”
“Ouch.”
Mitta decided that she had heard enough. Taking out a thrower, she chucked one at the back of the thug’s head, knocking him down. The second thug jumped in surprise, then rushed at her.
She punched him twice, then spun around and kicked him in the face. Then she went over to the first thug, pushed him down and knocked him out. The she simply bucked the other thug in the face again.
She walked through the door, seeing two thugs standing in front of a window, watching a furious guard and a nervous doctor.
“Boss, it’s done.” One of them said. “The room is full of gas and Mister Freak Show is stuck in there.” He hesitated, then continued. “Thing is, Razor didn’t get out in time. He’s stuck in there too.”
“Good.” Atmosphere said over the P.A. “That should keep those two there for the time being. Leave Razor though. He
failed me and I do not tolerate failure.”
“Understood boss.”
Mitta walked over to them, knocking their heads together. Hook’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Hook, what happened?” She asked.
“There was an alarm in Medical. I heard someone shouting and found the Doc lying on the floor.” He replied. “When I went to help him, the room was flooded with gas. These doors locked down. We can’t get out. Dunno how long we can last.”
“How brave.” Atmosphere sarcastically commented. “Let’s give Mr Hook a great big hoof! He could use one.” He chuckled.
“You’ll be laughing out of your butt when I get out of here!” Hook snarled.
“I wish you the best of luck in that endeavour.” Atmosphere responded.
“You’re welcome.” Hook said darkly.
“Leave it Hook.” Mitta ordered. “Can you control the ventilation system?”
“Tried. It’s a no-go. He’s disabled remote access.”
“I’ll find a way.”
Mitta turned and grappled up to a ledge, seeing a grate. She pulled it off and climbed inside, ignoring the spider webs. She reached a grate that lead to the gassed room, the deadly green gas filling three quarters of the room.
She walked to the lower part of the L-shaped platform. Spying a power box with her lenses, she threw a thrower at it, hitting it dead on and activating it.
“Mare-Do-Well.” Hook’s voice came out of the speakers. “I don’t know if you can hear this, but the board’s showing power to Fan One.”
The gas lowered significantly, but there was still a lot of the gas still left in the room. She glided over to another platform, noticing something she hadn’t seen before. A MGW prisoner was hanging by a cord that came down from the ceiling,
looking scared. “Atmos never said anything about this part of the plan!”
Mitta ignored him, grappling over to another platform. Jumping to another after that, she turned and saw another power box. She threw another thrower, activating it.
“Power to Fan Two.” Hook sounded better now, hopeful even. “She’s doing it, Doc! We’ll be out of here soon, stay cool.”
Mitta turned around, looking for the last switch, activating her lenses. It was apparently inside a room with a weak ceiling. And the henchpony was conveniently above it.
“Please…” He begged. “I don’t wanna fall in the gas!”
She looked at the ceiling. It was still drenched in the gas, meaning that she couldn’t go down and use the explosive gel.
Unable to see any other way, she threw a thrower at the rope the stallion was clinging on to.
He fell down screaming, breaking the ceiling as he came down. The moment he hit the bottom, his screams amplified as he experienced all his worst fears.
I can’t let that stallion die. I need to clear the room of gas as quickly as possible. She threw a thrower at the last power box, activation the final fan.
“All three fans are green!” Hook said. “We’ve got full power! Room should be empty any time now.”
“Oh, what a surprise.” Atmosphere said over the P.A. “Mare-Do-Well arrives in the nick of time. Next time Hook, I’ll just shoot you and be done with it.”
Hook burst out of the room, sighing. The doctor followed soon after, leaning against a wall, panting.
“So what’s going on?” Hook asked Mitta. “My radio went dead soon after you brought Atmosphere in.”
“He escaped. He’s in control of the asylum.” Mitta replied.
Hook cursed as Mitta left. She had to find Dr Psychic Hoof now. Leaving the room, she ran back down the corridors, following the red trail now. She didn’t find any henchponies surprisingly, so her trip to the door was pretty uneventful.
When she reached Surgery, the first thing she noticed was that Dr Hoof was strapped in a restrainer, unable to move. She walked up to him, an incapacitation barrier activating behind her.
“Mare-Do-Well!” He cried when she reached him.
“Don’t speak. You’re safe now.”
“But… it’s a trap!”
“I know. Just not for me.” She looked up to the televisions above her.
Atmosphere’s face appeared on them. He looked genuinely surprised. “That’s interesting. You must really be the world’s greatest detective. How did you do that?”
His face then settled into one of indifference and he sighed. “Ah well, what do I care? Stallions! Kill her!”
And with that, three henchponies jumped down from the balcony.
Mitta easily tackled the first one, smashing her rear hooves into the second. When she countered the third’s clumsy swing however, two more thugs jumped down, making her fight fit for five. Sighing, she jumped over to stop the fourth from grabbing a metal bar from the wall.
The fifth succeeded in that endeavour though, but Mitta still ducked under the swing and swept his legs out from underneath him. The third tried to hit her again and ended up getting thrown across the room and into the first convict. Then she punched the second in the face, sending him backwards.
The first charged at her. She sidestepped, allowing him to charge headfirst into the wall and sink down with a groan. Mitta then bucked the fifth, who had been trying to sneak up on her. He went flying, hitting the third convict, knocking him out. She then hit the fourth one with her cape, smashed him to the ground and broke his foreleg. He soon fainted from the pain.
“Are you kidding me?” Atmosphere snarled. “Get down there, now!”
Three more stallions jumped down, looking confident. Mitta, focusing on the ones that she had just been fighting, lashed out a forehoof and knocked the second one unconscious. The fifth tried to buck her, but she just flipped him around and punched his head while he spun. He went down.
The three stallions no longer looking confident, they charged as one, yelling. Mitta jumped over the one in the middle and pushed him into the barrier. While she could withstand a shock from those barriers thanks to her suit, they were unclothed and so, the convict screamed a bit before fainting.
The seventh grabbed a bar and swung it at her head. She grabbed it and head-butted him. She then bucked the eighth one, walked over to him and slammed his head into the ground. Finally, she called upon Rarity’s martial arts and kicked the seventh into unconsciousness.
“Don’t get too confident, Mare-Do-Well.” Atmosphere said coldly. “I’m just softening you up. Think of this as a trailer to the main event.”
Mitta walked over to the doctor, freeing him from the restrainer. He sat up, breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry.” He apologised. “I tried to tell you, but I could barely speak.”
“Relax,” Mitta replied. “You’re safe now. I can handle these low-life thugs.”
She then turned around and headed out the door, mentally checking a box that said ‘Rescue Dr Psychic Hoof’. Dr Purple Heart was next.
As she walked, she noticed a vent that lead to the next corridor. Deciding to take a shortcut, she crawled in.
“You’re just going to find out anyway, so I’ll tell you anyway.” Atmosphere said over the P.A. “I’ve got two old friends coming to the party. One is terrified that you’ll leave without saying hello and the other…” Atmosphere chuckled. “Well, let’s just say that you’ll be just as surprised to see him as he will to see you.”
Mitta ignored him, but she couldn’t shake off a sense of foreboding. She blinked, realising that she was at the end of the vent.
When she reached the right turn that lead to X-ray, she heard some thugs talking amongst each other.
“So that’s Doc Heart.”
“Yeah! She can work on me anytime!”
A third one chuckled. “Good luck. We just pushed her roughly into a room she just exited and killed somepony right in front of her. Why on earth would she sleep with you?”
“A stallion can dream, can’t he?”
“There’s a difference between dreams and impossibilities you know.”
“Screw you!”
Mitta shook her head. In all her experiences with criminals, it surprised her how funny they were sometimes. It was like they were all idiots.
Revealing herself, she threw two throwers at the first two thugs, then rushed in and punched the other to the ground. She then knocked him out by slamming her hoof onto the back of his head. The other two got up, eyeing her warily.
She blocked a clumsy punch and retaliated with a buck. She then hit the other stallion who was picking a bar off the floor. She went to the other one and knocked him out on the ground. Then she spun around and kicked the last one to the ground.
Satisfied, she walked into the room, immediately listening to the conversation behind held.
“Why are you doing this?” She heard Dr Heart ask. “I have done exactly as you’ve asked.”
“Look at me! Do you think I care?” Said the aggressive voice of an inmate. “Stop your whining and listen good!”
Mitta activated her lenses, seeing that three inmates were near a breakable wall. She sprayed some explosive gel on it.
“If anyone goes near you without Atmos’ express permission,” The inmate continued. “Then I’ve been ordered to make sure you’re taken out ASAP. Looks like you’re our bargaining chip.”
Mitta grappled up to the ceiling, still listening. “Gotta tell ya, the boss is all over this job.” Another inmate said. “Planned like a military operations. Friends on the inside and out.”
“I am quite aware that this job, as you call it, requires ‘friends’.” Heart said coldly. “What I want to know is why you chose me. Did Atmosphere specify me? Why don’t you let me talk to him? I’m sure we can settle this.”
As Mitta sprayed explosive gel on another wall, she heard a henchpony snarl. “Lady, if I have to tell you once more, I am going to hurt you. You understand? Shut the hell up!”
“If the boss wants to talk to you, he’ll talk to you.” Another thug said. “Till then, keep that trap of yours zipped.”
Deciding to end this before things got out of control, Mitta detonated the gels.
Both walls exploded at the same time, knocking out all the henchponies at once. It was also enough to make Dr Heart panic and scream. “No! Please, no!”
She calmed down though, by some miracle having dodged all the broken pieces. Mitta walked in.
“What’s going on?” She asked. “They were talking like they were in control. Is it true that Atmosphere escaped?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Mitta confirmed. “But not for long.”
“I’d been studying Atmosphere’s case for months when he broke out.” She frowned. “The Warden was very specific he wanted Atmosphere cured.”
“Bad publicity will affect his campaign for Mayor.” Mitta explained.
Heart snorted. “That’ll be the least of his…” Her eyes shot up in panic. “Celestia, I almost forgot. They said they were moving through the facility, hunting down other doctors!”
“It’s okay.” Mitta reassured her. “They’re safe now. Stay here. It's safe."
And with that, she left.