//------------------------------// // Fear // Story: Mare-Do-Well: Moongate Asylum // by SirPotato //------------------------------// The Mare-Do-Well character is based off the character from the fanfic ‘Waking Nightmares’, written by KnightMysterio and on that note, Elder Great Heart is owned by said guy. Moonbow Peek is an OC made by nightelf37. Mitta, Ruby, Three Leaf and Grey Hoof are OCs 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 leave this page immediately and forget you ever looked at it. Otherwise, continue! Mare-Do-Well: Moongate Asylum Fear As Mitta entered the sanatorium, the doctors and Fluttershy looked up from the inmate they were examining. “Did you find them?” Fluttershy asked. “Are they okay?” “Yes, they’re safe now.” Mitta said. Fluttershy breathed a sigh of relief. Mitta heard the door open and close behind her. She turned to see Hook and Dr Heart. “Mare-Do-Well! We’ve got another problem.” Hook said. “I need to get back to the Mansion.” Heart explained. “All my research notes are there. We can’t risk Atmosphere getting his hooves on them.” Why would Atmosphere need her research notes? Mitta thought. “It’s not safe Doctor. The island’s a war zone. You won’t stand a chance.” “It’s my life’s work!” Heart almost shouted. “You really don’t have the authority to-“ “I’ll get her there, Mares.” Hook said. “If you ask me, it’s about time for a little payback.” Mitta frowned. “I don’t like it, but…” A buzzer sounded. Mitta’s eyed shot open in alarm. “Who called the elevator?!” “Wasn’t us.” Fluttershy said worriedly. “It’s coming from the lower floor.” Crap. “Hook, take Dr Heart!” Mitta ordered. “Get her notes and then find somewhere to hole up. Everypony else, go to the observation room. Barricade yourselves in!” As they all followed their orders, Mitta grappled up to a gargoyle. The doctors, Fluttershy and Hook escaped in time for the elevator door to open and release three thugs. “Spread out. The boss wants her found.” One of them ordered. “I hate the stink of hospitals.” Another grumbled. Mitta watched them spread out, effectively making it easier for her to beat them. Noticing an inmate leaning over a rail, she dropped down and crept up behind him. Putting her hooves over his mouth, she suffocated him into unconsciousness. Then she grappled up to a gargoyle. One of them had walked up to the platform and was approaching another gargoyle. She grappled over to it, waited until he was underneath her and lassoed his hooves. He gave a yelp as he was hoisted into the air. The last convict heard and ran over to him, his jaw dropping when he saw him. “How’d you get up there?” He asked, confused. “Please, let me down!” The tied up one begged. Mitta glided over to the last convict, smashing her hooves into the back of his head. He went down to the ground and Mitta finished him off. She looked up to the last convict, who had fainted from the blood going to his head. Mitta walked into the elevator, the doors closing behind her. She pressed a button to allow her to go to the lower floors. The moment she did, the screen inside the elevator turned on. “Too easy!” Atmosphere smirked. “Think about it I’ve got you trapped in a little metal box, hangin precariously over a deadly drop. What’s stopping me from blowing the emergency brakes and dropping you to your death?” “Because it’s like you said.” Mitta replied. “It’s too easy.” The elevator started to go down. “Exactly!” Atmosphere sarcastically applauded. “Congratulations for figuring that one out. I’ve got a few more surprises in store for you. Prepare to face your fears. All of them.” The screen flicked off. Mitta suddenly inhaled an odd whiff of something and coughed. She hacked for a bit, then righted herself, just as the doors opened. “Please Dr Mindworks, don’t do this!” Someone pleaded from inside a room. A distorted voice replied evilly. “ThErE iS nO mInDwOrKs.” As Mitta approached the window looking out into the room, she noticed that the room was flooded with fear gas. There were two doctors and a guard wandering about, terrified about things that only they could see. “OnLy ThE fEaR fEeDeR.” The voice hissed. Mitta looked about the window. The doctors and guard were starting to fall down, their minds collapsing under the onslaught of terror. WHAM An inmate pressed his head against the window, staring straight at Mitta. “Please, get me out of here! Oh, Celestia!” Mitta saw a shadow of an earth pony against the wall. She ran to the hall, only to see that it was blocked by bars. She saw a pony rush pass, too fast for her to properly see who it was. “Huh.” Atmosphere commented. “Looks like he was right. I didn’t want to know what he was doing down there.” Mitta got out some explosive gel, going over to a wall. She sprayed some on it, then blew it up. She ran through the small tunnel. “Tell me, Mare-Do-Well, what are you really scared of?” Atmosphere asked softly. Mitta ignored him, jumping down a ledge. “Failing to save this cesspool of a city?” Atmosphere pressed. “Not finding the princess in time? Or is it watching in horror, as I complete my plan and wipe you from existence?” The P.A. turned off, Mitta leaping over a box. She jumped down from another ledge, looking to her right… …And double blinking in shock and horror. Twilight was clinging to a grate, badly injured in several places. She stared right at Mitta with pleading eyes. “Please…” She begged. “Help me, Mitta…” She was suddenly dragged off by an unseen force. She was then heard in the form of a scream. “NO! PLEASE!” A loud *snap* followed this. Panic completely overrode Mitta’s sense of logic. Running over to a grate, she quickly pulled it off with her magic. She climbed in and crawled across as quickly as she could. When she reached the end, she head-butted the grate, leaping out. She then spotted the prone form of a lavender alicorn. No… Mitta slowly walked over to her, fearing the worst. Using her hoof (for some reason, her lenses weren’t working), she felt for Twilight’s pulse, desperately hoping that she was still alive by some miracle. Nothing. Mitta closed her eyes to stop the tears. She opened them and said hoarsely, “I’m sorry Twi.” She then closed Twilight’s eyes, which were still open. An evil cackle came from the hall to Mitta’s left. She turned towards it, fury bubbling up. She stood up, determined to end her assailant’s life. But first… Mitta turned on her headset, slowly trudging towards the source of the noise. “Moonbow?” She said into her mic. “I… I’m sorry. I was too late.” “I’m sorry, the number you dialled isn’t available. Please leave a message after the tone.” Mitta froze where she was, confusion starting to leak into her mind. “Moonbow? Are you there?” “Please hang up your phone.” Mitta got nothing after that. Now more than a little scared, Mitta crept along cautiously. She couldn’t understand how someone could hack into her mic like that. It wasn’t really possible. SMASH Mitta spun around. The floor behind her had split open. And out of it crawled a rotted, bony hoof… Mitta’s mouth dropped open as she saw a zompony climb out of the hole. It wasn’t one she recognised from Sunnytown, but it was definitely one from there. It groaned, its gender ambiguous, and noticed Mitta. It then slowly trudged towards her, a hoof stretched out. Fear gripped Mitta heart like ice. NO! NOT AGAIN!She spun around and ran down the morgue. As she did, more zomponies smashed through the walls, stretching out to her, wanting to turn her into one of them. Mitta ran so fast that she smashed through the door to the morgue, slamming it behind her. Panting from the sheer terror that she was going through, Mitta slowly turned around, taking in her surroundings. The left and right walls had cabinets where the dead ponies were stored and in the centre were three benches that Mitta assumed were for testing the bodies. Mitta frowned. She could have sworn somepony had just whispered ‘Get out of here’. Mitta looked around. Twilight’s assailant had to be in this room. There wasn’t any other place to go. GeT oUt Of HeRe… Mitta blinked. She was definitely hearing things now. GeT oUt Of HeRe… Mitta inspected the middle. Apart from the three tables, there was nothing suspicious. GeT oUt Of HeRe… Shut up. Mitta thought. GeT oUt Of HeRe… Mitta gulped. She inspected the left wall. Nothing unusual. Same thing with the right one. GeT oUt Of HeRe… The voices were more insistent now. GeT oUt Of HeRe… Scared, Mitta started to go back to the door. She then remembered that there were a few dozen zomponies out there who wanted to convert her. GeT oUt Of HeRe… Mitta decided that she would be able to handle it. She was seriously scared by now. GET OUT OF HERE!!! Mitta ran out the door, slamming it shut behind her. She turned around to deal with the undead ponies… And did a double take, realising that she had just arrived in the room she had just left. Swallowing hard, Mitta looked around. The only real difference with this room is that there were three body bags on the tables. She walked up to them with the intention of opening them. She opened the one on the left … and gasped. “R-Ruby?” The look her dead sister gave her was one of disappointment. “Why did you let me die? You were my sister…” “I-I didn’t…” Mitta started, but her sister was already dead again. Mitta turned to the right body bag… and jerked back as if struck. “Grey Hoof?!” The smirk he wore was one of complete confidence. “You lost that day, Mitta. I won.” He died. Mitta turned to the third body bag. She didn’t really want to know what was in that one. But she had to find out. She opened it, frightened apprehension filling her. Maybe it’s Twilight, or Three Leaf, or Elder Great Heart, or- A faceless monstrosity leapt up from the body bag and stared at her. Mitta shrieked and fell over. She quickly got back up in a battle position. However, when she got back up, there was no indication that Slendermane was even there. Mitta turned around, breathing heavily. She blinked. The other half of the room had been ripped apart. The door was gone and there were holes in the floor. Beyond her, parts of the medical centre had been formed into what looked like a series of platforms. All of these things were floating. And all around her was a stormy vortex. Mitta proceeded cautiously. She walked past the doorframe (or what was left of it) and came to a point where there was a gap between her and another platform. Mitta leapt, barely managing to scrabble on to it with her hooves. She jumped to a bigger platform, missed and used her grapple to get back up. Mitta jumped up on the platform, looking around. Everything was ripped apart and it was raining on her. She looked up, frowning. The Mare-Signal was silhouetted against the sky. The actual projector was on a higher platform. Something SCREECHED into her mind. Mitta staggered, vaguely aware of somepony cackling madly. She leaned up against the wall, her head spinning. She heard a smash, looked up and saw a hoof with needles attached to it. Mitta jumped behind a wall as she heard an all-too familiar laugh. Something scorched the ground as it looked over it. When it moved, Mitta dared to look around the corner. She saw a hovering brown earth pony with a skull Cutie Mark. He was wearing a horrifying mask, his eyes glowing as he looked over the landscape. “PoOr LiTtLe MaRe.” Fear Feeder chuckled. “YoU’rE iN mY wOrLd NoW.” He turned back to Mitta’s hiding spot, which she managed to retreat to just in time. Once his gaze disappeared, she ran to the next wall, going up some stairs in the process. She had immediately gotten the idea to stay out of Feeder’s line of sight, moving only when he couldn’t see her. Right now, he appeared to be moving only in a circle, so that made him predictable. Mitta leapt down to a lower level and crouched down to hide over a small wall. Once Fear Feeder swept over her, she sprinted for another floating platform and leapt over to it. Fear Feeder cackled madly as Mitta jumped up to another platform. She ‘grabbed’ and indent in the wall, waiting for Feeder to look away. Once he did, she climbed up and hid behind another short wall, playing it safe. She leaped to another platform once she was out of his sight. On this platform, she saw a fragile wall. Once Fear Feeder was looking away, she ran up to it and sprayed explosive gel all over it. She ran back behind cover and detonated the wall. The sound was enough to make Feeder say “WhAt WaS tHaT?” and glide over to her platform. He inspected one side of it, then looked over to the other side. When he did, Mitta ran from her hiding spot and jumped to another platform. “WhAt ArE yOu TrYiNg To Do?” Feeder said suspiciously. He eventually stopped looking at the one spot and started rotating again. But by that time, it was too late for him. Mitta had reached the Mare-Signal. She frowned, trying to think of why it was there. Then it hit her. It’s a symbol of hope in a world of fear. I can use it to defeat Fear Feeder. With that in mind, she started to push it to point towards him. “WhAt ArE yOu DoInG lItTlE mArE?” Fear Feeder looked around. When he spotted Mitta, it was too late. The Mare-Signal fired a beam of pure hope, smashing into Feeder’s chest. His eyes widened, then he started to shake and then he screamed… Mitta’s vision turned white. Then everything cascaded back in. She was back in the morgue, but there was no sign of Slendermane, any body bags, frightening voices or, worryingly, Fear Feeder. Mitta looked around, seeing that Fear Feeder must have left her, thinking that she would go insane from the gas that, she now just realised, she had inhaled in the elevator. Her headset flicked on. “Can you hear me? Mitta! What’s going on?” “Moonbow.” Mitta said with a sign of relief in her voice. “I’m okay.” “What happened? I lost contact. Are you sure you’re all right? Have you found Twilight?” Deciding not to answer the last question, Mitta replied, “I’m fine. I had a little run-in with Fear Feeder. I’ll get back to you in a bit.” She flicked her radio off. Mitta left the morgue (It still gave her the creeps). Once she did, a hopeful thought struck her. She ran down the corridor, arriving at the spot where she had supposedly found Twilight’s dead body and stopped. All that was there was a dead guard. It wasn’t Twilight! She realised. Mindwork’s gas must have affected me more than I thought. “Having some trouble down there?” Atmosphere teased over the P.A. “Can’t decide what’s real and what’s just a figment of your twisted little mind?” Atmosphere chuckled. “It’s the same here with most of Moongate’s patients. According to them, everything gets easier once you give in.” The door directly in front of her suddenly thumped. Activating her lenses, Mitta saw that there were three thugs smashing at the door. Deciding to set a trap, she sprayed explosive gel on the floor, hid behind a corner and waited. When they smashed the door in, Mitta detonated the gel, sending them flying back. Walking up to the nearest stunned inmate, she smashed her hoof into his head, knocking him out. She did the same with the next one. The last one got back up however. This one was telekinetically holding two knives. Mitta knew how to deal with this. She went up to him and swept her cape across his face, stunning him. She then bucked him in the face, knocking him out. Atmosphere sighed. “Very well. No more tricks. One last puzzle and you can have Twilight. And a little more.” Atmosphere chuckled. “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to this.” Mitta walked down the corridor that the door lead to, thinking to herself. Atmosphere had mentioned two surprise guests. She had only found one of them (Fear Feeder) and she was at bit of a loss as to who the second one was. She arrived at a blocked up door. Another door lead to an alternate entrance. She walked through it, arriving in another corridor. She walked down it. A television flicked on, revealing Atmosphere’s face. “Your precious princess is just through the glass. Take a look.” She did. He was right. But Pinkamena was also in the room. “Pinkamena’s under strict instructions to kill the bookworm if any of my stallions even think you’re in the room.” Atmosphere explained. “They’re patrolling down there and I’ve told them all that you’re on the way. “So here’s the deal.” Atmosphere leaned in. “If you can find a way to get to Pinkamena without anypony realizing, I’ll give you your next… ah… present. Fail, and Princess Twilight Sparkle dies.” He chuckled. “Tartarus, if you do manage to succeed, then I may even give you Death’s number.” Mitta pulled a grate off a wall, crawling through. She fell down to a small chamber where two thugs were chatting. “Atmos’ not messin’. He wants the princess kept safe from the Mare. Anypony gets near her, and it won’t be me carrying the can.” “Don’t worry.” Another convict said confidently. “Nothin’s getting past me. MDW’ll be a dead mare, and I’ll be famous.” “Whatever. Get over there and keep looking. Now go!” When Mitta exited the grate, there was a convict right next to her. Doing a quick check with her lenses, she suffocated him and dragged him out of sight from anypony else. She went over to another grate and pulled it off the vent, crawling in. She exited again, finding another convict. She suffocated him as well, putting him in the vent when she was done. Using her lenses, she saw another convict searching the lower levels. She crept down, making sure to stay quiet. Pinkamena giggled over the intercom. “You should really dye that hair of yours a different colour. Purple on purple really isn’t stylish.” “Do you think anything you’ve got to say matters to me?” Twilight asked aggressively. Mitta finished suffocating the lower henchpony, confident that no-pony would be able to see him from down here. She crept back up and sneaked behind the last convict. She struggled with him for a moment, then he passed out. Inside Pinkamena’s crazed mind, she saw a worthless excuse of a princess. After all, what worth was a princess who couldn’t even save herself? “Anypony seen Mares?” She asked over the P.A. “Didn’t think so. She’s a chicken! The villains have won again!” It vaguely occurred to her that in most fanfics the good guys won, but she batted it aside. It wasn’t worth making her stressed about it. SMASH Pinkamena looked up in time to see Mare-Do-Well smash through the glass ceiling on top of her. Before she could do anything more than widen her eyes and think, Oh shi-, she was on the ground, unconscious. Twilight blinked, then chuckled. “You took longer than I thought you would.” “He’s out of control.” Mitta said as she untied Twilight. “He’s got some sort of plan, but I don’t know what it is... I’m not sure I can stop him this time.” She admitted. “You’ll do it.” Twilight said reassuringly. “Mitta, listen. We’re not alone here. There’s… something down there.” She pointed towards a small glass room. “I didn’t see what it was.” Mitta frowned. What could be in there? The television in front of them switched on. “Well, that took a while.” Atmosphere said. “Wondered when you would get there.” “Be quiet.” Mitta said coldly, turning to walk down the stairs. “Oh, am I getting to you?” Atmosphere asked mockingly. “Good. Heh heh heh. You’ll never believe the next bit.” Mitta opened the door. She looked up… and her eyes widened. Twilight’s eyes, however, went over to the computer nearby. She went over to it and frowned. “It wants Dr Purple Heart’s log in… I think I know it…” “Never mind that.” Mitta said sharply. “Get behind me. Now!” Twilight obliged, looking upwards as well. Shock and fright quickly flooded her face. Mitta just looked at the pony strapped to the ceiling and whispered, “Beast…”