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// Episode 1: We had ONE JOB, guys! 
// Story: SPP Containment Breach 
// by zennec-fox 
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Foal.  That's what the "F" in "Class-F Personnel" stood for.  They were all foals who were unwanted by their parents, but were born anyway, because abortion doesn't exist in Equestria.  Let me rephrase that: we were all unwanted foals.  I had gone five years without a name other than "F-1500."  That's all I was, all I am, and all I ever will be: a number.  After all, we are the expendable members of the Foundation.  What Foundation, you ask?  A Foundation that I shouldn't be telling you about.  A Foundation that very few ponies knew existed.  A Foundation dedicated to the safety of Equestria.  The SPP Foundation.

My story started on a normal morning.  I, along with two other Class-F, had been chosen to go to a chamber.  Why?  I'm not sure.  They never told us.  As usual.  I sighed.  The guards led us to a large chamber.  A pale pony with a completely black flank stood in the corner, just staring.
"Do not look away from SPP-173," said a voice.  So, this is what was here.  I would never have guessed we would be forced to appreciate art, especially a sculpture with such a large flank, it had evidently become its own organism and caught the Black Death.  I chuckled.
"Do not laugh at or taunt SPP-173," the announcer warned.  I sighed.
Suddenly, the lights went out.  When they came back on, one of the Class-F was dead, SPP-173 standing over her body.  I ran out of the chamber as fast as I could, then the lights flickered again, revealing that SPP-173 had killed the other Class-F.  I prepared myself to die when the lights went out again, but I was spared.  The guards, however, weren't so lucky.
"We are experiencing a Containment Breach of Euclid and Keter levels," said a female announcer.  "Not Safe, though.  Those guys don't do crap.  Lazy f[SPARTA]ks."  I ran away from the chamber, panicking.  Unfortunately, SPP-173 was right behind me.  No matter where I went, there he was, opening doors, going through vents, sometimes even offering to play Monopoly.  I ran, but I knew it was futile.  There was just no escaping "The Sculpture."
I reached a dead end.  SPP-173 was right behind me.  I glanced to the left and saw a hand mirror and a roll of duct tape.  Not looking away from SPP-173, I grabbed the items and taped the hand mirror to the wall, hoping it was at the creature's eye level.  I ran around the deadly monster, then looked back.  It had not moved.  My plan had worked!  SPP-173 couldn't move if it was being observed, so all I had to do was make it observe itself!  I brohoofed myself and ran off, smiling.

I found myself in a round, maze-like hallway.  Not much here.  Just a piece of paper someone had left on the ground.  I picked it up and read it.  I gulped.  SPP-049 seemed pretty powerful.  I carefully navigated the maze, but unfortunately, I wasn't careful enough, and I saw a large, rectangular hole in the wall.  I went through it and came face-to-face with the deadly, the terrifying, the insert horror-movie-esque adjective here, SPP-049.
"I sense the disease in you," he said.  His voice sounded echo-y, like a Changeling's, only quieter, like a loud whisper.  "Do not worry; I am the cure."  I ran.
"Stop resisting," it said, slightly irritated.  "I'm trying to cure you!"
"Shut up!" I shouted.  "I've been vaccinated!"
"No you haven't!"
"How do you know?!"
"I've lived here longer than you, dumbflank!  The Foundation doesn't do that to Class-F!"
"Oh, yeah."
"Just let me cure you!"
"No!"
"Too bad!"  It lunged at me.  I dodged successfully, causing it to fall into some barrels.  I smirked, knowing what was in them.
The barrels opened, and many needles stabbed into SPP-049.  "What is this?!" it shouted.
"Concentrated pestilence," I said, "also known as The Plague."
SPP-049 screamed as it slowly died of hypocrisy.  I blinked, then resumed my search for a way out.