If you’re having trouble keeping up with the story, than go read the crossover. His story is a really good read. He and I worked on both of our crossovers together! Please go read his story and enjoy it as much as I have!Subject 27
(Note Colt is unconscious and Daimon is controling their body)
You wake up on a cold table, not knowing where you are. You feel an IV being jabbed in your arm as you lay on a cold metal table. The feeling of leather straps around your arms and legs slightly puts you at unease. Hearing hoofsteps tap against the room as you lay on the table, trying to figure out what happened. You see a mare leaning over you with her horn glowing a faint light grey as she tries to put a metal collar around your neck, but you still being disoriented from the sedatives, Daimon takes control. He rips his arms from the restraints with brute strength alone, shocking the mare, and sits up on the table.
“The fuck you ponies think you are doing. . . .”
The mare simply stares at you in fear, they had given you enough sedatives to knock out a manticore, let alone a human, but you weren’t the one in control, Daimon was.
“Well if you won’t talk, then I will make you talk,” Daimon says as you stand up and begin to walk over to the now terrified mare as you look upon her with an evil intent.
You look around the room to see what fun could be had and to your surprise, you see what appears to be an operating table with a set of tools on the side. You walk over to pick up a scalpel, but as soon as you turned your back, she shot of some sort of spell and it hit its mark. You simply stand there, back still turned to her, and begin laughing.
“You have the nerve to drug Colt and then attempt to kill me with magic before I get to have any fun?” The mare begins to panic as she realizes magic won’t save her now.
“But don’t you worry your pretty little head, I think I will enjoy these next few minutes. You should try to enjoy them as well, they will be your last.” Daimon say as you bring the scalpel blade to her face.
“Now why don’t we turn that frown upside down!” Daimon says as you jerks the blade across her face slicing her face from the corner of her mouth up her face, as Daimon finishes putting a smile on her faces she screams in agony as the blood began to flow freely from her now lacerated face.
Daimon then heads back to the table and picks up a bone saw.
“Now lets see how sensitive that horn of yours is,” Daimon says as you put her into a headlock and began to saw away at her horn.
Apparently unicorn horns are quite sensitive, because as soon as the blade makes contact, she begins to scream in pain as you cut through the bone. After Daimon had cut most of the way through her horn, he stopped as she had become a sobbing heap in your arms. You then stood up, put her head on its side, and with all your strength, stomped on the horn, snapping it from her head. This causes her to twist and writhe around on the floor in agony; all Daimon could do was stand back and enjoy the show. Daimon now noticed that her unending cries of pain she had let out during your play time had caused the cuts on her face to tear a bit further.
As her broken body lay in front of you, seemingly giving up hope, stopped screaming and just kept repeating the phrase, “My horn. . . ”, you sigh, as this one began to bore you. You then began to search the room for some toys. You tore through drawers until you found something interesting. You take the box from the drawer and set it on the counter, and as you open it, an idea comes to mind. You head over to the weeping mare, and with the use of some surgical tubing you found, you tie her up to the over hanging light which hung over the operating table now suspended in mid air.
With her now a perfect target dangling from the operating light, you head back to the box on the counter. You open the box and pulled out a case of ten brand new syringes; this is going to be fun. You take out the syringes and set them on the counter, not wanting to break them. You take one in your right hand as if it were a large dart. After a second of aiming, you send the syringe flying through the air, piercing her abdomen, causing her to twitch in pain as she had lost her voice from screaming earlier. You continued to toss darts at the mare, one land just above her back left hoof, one in her neck and one in her right eye. With one last syringe you decide not to take a chance of missing and simply throw it as hard as you can at her head. The syringe shatters on impact as it hits just below where her horn had been, sending glass shards all over her face.
As you watched the mare turned from a pale gray into a beautiful crimson red, Colt began to stir as the sedatives began to wear off.
“W-What is going on, and why the hell does my he- WHAT THE FUCK DAIMON!” You shout as you point to the bloody body dangling above an operating table.
“Dude, calm down, someone kidnapped us and when I took control of our body, she had surgical tools and it looked like we were going to be dissected and she tried to put some oversized shock collar on us.”
“Oh, but why the hell is she so bloody? And why the hell are the syringes all over her?!”
“While you were sleeping I got bored and played darts.”
“Dude, that is all kinds of fucked up.”
“Hey would you rather be cut up like that frog from biology?”
“No, I am grateful you saved us but you really need to learn when to stop, we could have interrogated her.”
“Sorry, I don’t have any fucks to give, maybe next time,” Daimon said as you shrugged.
“Whatever, you psychopath, give me my body back, you had your ‘fun’”
“Fine. . .”
Noticing a stallion standing in the door, his jaw hanging open after watching the show with a horrified look on his face, seemingly at a loss at words, he slowly back pedals out from the door and yells down the hall.
“Security!” Now fully out of the doorway, hearing hoof steps hitting the stone floor as they are quickly replaced by the sound of many ponies headed in your direction.
“Fuck, Daimon mind taking care of security? And please no inhumane torture, if you have to kill them, do it quickly.”
“Sure, I had my fun for the day!” Daimon yells as he resumes control of your body and your eyes turn back to the pitch black.
Scalpel in hand, you wait next to the door. One stallion rushes into the room and is soon followed by three others.
“Looking for me boys?” Daimon says as he twirls the scalpel in hand and stops with the blade pointing down to the ground.
Without a single word, they all charge you head-first, big mistake on their part. You take out the first one with a hard elbow to the side of his head, the second is eliminated as you slice his throat sending him down in pain and gasping for air. The other two were too quick to intercept and both bucked you simultaneously, sending you across the room. You decide to act as if you had been knocked out to see if they were dumb enough to believe it, and they were. They cautiously approached your body and began poking it. As soon as their in-depth medical analysis was over, they bend down over you to try and lift you up.
As they lift you onto your knees, dragging you across the floor by your arms, you begin to laugh quietly. Once they took notice of this, it was too late. In one quick motion you used the blade to cut the back part of one’s leg, sending him to the ground as you rolled away, scalpel still in hand. With only one stallion left, you decided to just rush him, he adopts the same strategy and you manage to get him in a headlock.
“Nighty night,” Daimon says to the stallion before snapping his neck.
As you walk down the hallway, not seeing any more staff, you notice a security camera along the wall. You stop and look up into it, waving at it as you smile and continue down the hallway. Eventually you come across a large metal door. You kick it open for no reason as you have run out of fucks to give at this point. You slowly walk to the center of the dark room and you hear the door slam shut behind you, and then a spotlight shines down onto you.
An intercom comes on, filling the room with a stallions voice. “Welcome test Subject 28..... Oh my, looks like you had some premature testing along the way here. Glad to see my well paid staff could handle you..... But let me introduce myself, test subjects call me “The Master.” Yo-”
“I don’t caaaaaaaaare! All I know is that Daimon and I here will end your twisted little game,” you say looking into one of the many cameras in the room.
“Subject 28... Who are you referring to as this Dai-,” Mid sentence Daimon takes control of your shadow and reveals himself to the idiot with a microphone.
“I’m Daimon, you bitch! But I do have to thank you for that lovely mare you left alone with me.”
“Well then, isn't this a interesting result, your shadow is able to take shape as it pleases.... And why do you have to than-”
“Because she was a screamer! With every cut I made, with every syringe to her bloody body, and even to the snapping of her horn she let out a symphony of screams!” Daimon says with a malicious look coming across his face.
“I also want to warn you, I have given Daimon free reign over this place, meaning I will let him do as he pleases. It’s obvious here that you are fucked in the head and I think it would be for the best of all if we disposed of you.”
“Seriously? I can do anything?!”
“Oh hell yes! Merry fucking christmas to me!”
“This should be very interesting indeed, hopefully you’ll prove just as a resourceful test subject like Subject 27.”