Sunny Knight: a Pony's Tale

by TheothersideofSunny968

Best of the Worst

Snowstorm was at his desk in his office admiring his many awards. All of which he had earned in his first few years in the Royal guard. He remember the look his father gave him when he had received each one, it was the same as when Snowstorm had been promoted to the rank of 'Captain' faster then almost any other pony, with the exception of Prince Shinning Armor. The same look his father had always given him, no matter how hard Snowstorm worked, how much he had achieved, the look his father gave him was one of cold disappointment. Nothing was ever good enough. All Snowstorm wanted was for his father to accept him. To actually look at him and say he was proud.

Snowstorm's red and green eyes reflected in the glass of one of his framed awards, his heart rate kicking up as he began to feel his blood come to a boil. Actin out of anger, black magic began to bubble from the unicorn guards horn until it shot out and hit every one of the framed awards, metals, and trophies, turning them black, then crumbling them into ash.

"Shame, I could have pawned those for the gold and got myself new medical supplies" Surgical said as he entered the office, a pile of folders in his hooves.

"This had better be important" Snowstorm growled as he turned and faced his right hoof pony, annoyed by his sudden appearance.

"Only if the files you wanted me to gather on the inmates in cell block C-F are important" Surgical said as he tossed the files on the desk.

Snowstorm looked over them for a moment, recognizing the names of some minor offenders. Which, 'minor offender' here is still pretty bad. You still needed to get under the skin of the princesses to end up in a cold place like the Iron Lock maximum facility prison. "Any you recommend? I need the best of the worst."

Surgical cracked a little smile as he flopped two more files onto of the desk. "I had a feeling you would ask for that. These are the few members of cell block G, that haven't lost their minds. Well, to a point that they could be reasoned with... No... I guess I can't really say that either. Well, you can at least attempt to talk to them and they will understand you."

"What is cell block G normally for?" Snowstorm asked as he opened the files for the two inmates.

"For the best of the worst" Surgical said with a relaxed look and a toothy grin. "Wanna pay them a visit?"

Snowstorm looked over their files for a few moments longer then closed them, looking up at the medical earth pony. "Take me to them."

"Yeah, a field trip" Surgical said as he stretched. "It's been a while since I've been allowed to go down there and see them. Normally it takes a note from the princesses to allow me to go down there for non-emergency visits."

"When's the last time you enemy down there?" Snowstorm asked as he closed the folders and walked around his desk.

"The last time they got out" Surgical answered, holding the door open for his CO.

"What happened?" Snowstorm asked as he went through the door.

"More then half of our guards ended up in urgent care before the magical restraints were able to stop them." Surgical continued to explain as he followed Snowstorm out of his office and over to the elevator.

As the elevator rose and opened up, allowing the two ponies to enter and descend into the lower levels of the prison, the two spoke carefully, not wanting the other guards to notice their activities, again.

"Speaking of guards ending up in your care" Snowstorm changed the focus of their conversation. "Did you find out who it was that guard sent an SOS to?"

"I used a truth serum on him, but he refused to say anything other then 'Knight'" Surgical explained as he pulled out a small folded up paper. "I've compiled a list of a few dozen royal guards who that could apply to, but 'Knight' could refer to anything within that group. It could mean a name, cutie mark, position, anything."

"We'll deal with that when the 'Knight' comes knocking at the front door. Until then, have a report go back to Canterlot saying that the guard has come down with the pony flu and will have to remain here until he is fully healed and his fellow guards come with another prisoner." Snowstorm ordered, knowing that that would give them quite a bit of time. The guards rarely ever traveled up the mountain alone, let alone down it. It was protocol to have them travel in groups for safety reasons.

"As you wish, sir" Surgical said as the elevator stopped.

The two ponies walked out of it and down a wide hallway. One the right facing the elevator were several prison cells belonging to prisoners of cell block C. Mainly hardened criminals that were too dangerous for regular prisons. As the two ponies continued their venture down the cell block hallway, they reached another elevator that took them down to cell block D, which had a similar set up. This block was set up for prisoners who were very clever at escaping their cells, but were simply repeated offenders. It was here that somepony had the nerve to reach out to Captain Snowstorm.

"Hey! Hey! C-captain!" A mare's voice called out to Snowstorm, catching his attention. The black unicorn paused and looked over at the green pegusus mare with a two toned gold mane. She looked at him with watery eyes as she pleaded. "Please... Please, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry for what I did! I-I'll do anything! Just please! Please take me out of here! I'll clean toilets! I'll scrub floors! Anything please!"

Snowstorm walked up to the captive mare and looked her over, recognizing her and cracking a small smile. "Lightning Dust, right?"

A faint smile and glimmer appeared on the broken pegasus's face when he said her name. "That's right, sir! Please! Please get me out of here! I swear! I-I'll be good! I swear!"

Snowstorm chuckled as he began to walk way, accompanied by Surgical who equally ignored Lightning Dust's further pleads and sobs. The further down Surgical and Snowstorm went, the worse the inmates got. Passing the hallways and descending deeper and deeper into the mountain, all the way to Cell block G. Unlike the previous cells, cell block G had two extra empty hallways, and two more elevators that had to be crossed, all lined with Royal guards around the clock. Once Snowstorm and Surgical got passed the fourth pair of heavily armed guards, and clearance for several of the heavily locked doors, they then entered the second deepest cell block in the prison. Cell block G.

As they began to walk deeper and deeper down Cell Block G's hallway, a faint noise could be heard. It wasn't quite singing, but not really talking either. It got louder and louder until they arrived and realized what it was. One of the two ponies unfortunate to be locked up in cell block G was playing some sort of game with himself with a game board drawn in the dirt with rocks for pieces. The cells for cell block G were specially crafted to have barrier like walls coating the entire cell rather then steal bars. The prisoners were literally held in a magical barrier 24/7, making it impossible for them to break free without magic. Food and inorganic material could pass though, but no living thing could without the Princesses taking down the barrier.

"Let's see..." The first prisoner said as he picked up two rocks with his hooves and rolled them like dice. Once they stopped, landing on their sides, Snowstorm realized the rocks had no identifying marks on them. "Ha! 8! I pass go! Collect 200 dollars! And move past your Canterlot and Crystal Empire! Ha ha! Not so cost effective to put castles on those spaces, eh?! You should have put them on spots like the Day Spa, School House, and Cutie Mark Club house like I did!"

Snowstorm walked up and tapped on the barrier glass. The pony in the cell ignored the interruption and went back to his game. Picking up the dice and rolling for the other player.

"Prisoner 000146, Cynical Storm" Surgical began to read off his copy of the inmate's folder. "Rated double S rank prisoner. Type; pegusus, coat color; grey, mane color; white, eye color; black and glowing yellow, possibly a side effect from a spell gone wrong. Not much is on file except he was transferred here after being retrieved by Canterlot Royal Guard and psychologically evaluated."

"It's the writer's fault..." The pony said as he turned around, his black eyes with yellow glowing irises perusing through his dark cell. "He's to blame... He's written all of our parts. He's the reason I'm here, in this STINKING CELL!!! HE MADE ME LIKE THIS!!!"

With that the pony though one of the rock pieces form his dirt game at the barrier. It was able to pass though, almost nailing Surgical in the head, but the medical pony knew what Cynical was like, and was ready to dodge. The prisoner leaped in almost immediately after the rock, hoping to break through the barrier, but was too late and hit the magical wall. His white teeth glowed almost as brightly against his grey coat as his yellow and black eyes. He wildly stomped against the barrier's walls with his front hooves as fiercely as he could as if it was just about to break.

Snowstorm stood tall and and motionless as he looked upon the brutal act of the imprisoned grey pegasus with a bleach white mane, never flinching even when the rock that was thrown and could have hit him. Unfortunately for the two members of the Iron Lock team of guards, the rock not only passed though Cynical's barrier, but the other inmate's barrier walk was well. Until then, the other prisoner had remained asleep on his bench. Then the rock landed near his head, stirring the creature awake.

"As for the second prisoner of cell block G-" Surgical began to say, but was interrupted by a bench being thrown at the barrier, rattling the entire cell he was in, but the barrier remained standing. "Well...say hello to former Brigadier General Salted Carmel..."

Snowstorm turned around and came face to face with the most intimidating earth pony he had ever met. Salted wasn't overly buff, but he did know how to use every inch of his muscle to its max potential. A brown coat of fur matched the second part of his name, with a light brown and orange mop of mane and stub for a tail. But what was most intimidating about Snowstorm's meeting with the former military officer was the looked he received. A pair of cherry red eyes locked onto his own red and green eyes. Salted's eyes didn't even touch what his name meant. They were eyes that flashed a warning to anypony who was unlucky enough to get in his way.

"Morning Sleeping beauty!" Cynical began to chuckle. "Awwww broke another bed? Ya know doc here's going ta stop sending them to you if you keep doing that!"

"We've had to enforce Salted's cell with a barrier that blocks items going with more force then a filly throwing a base ball, for... Obvious reasons." Surgical said as he cleared his throat. "Are these two not the 'best of the worst'?"

Snowstorm smiled as he looked back and forth between the deranged grey pegasus and the behemoth of an earth pony. "They will do just fine..."

"You know, your playing right into the writer's hooves. Hands? What is he using to write again?" Cynical began to go back and forth with himself again.

"Who is he talking about?" Snowstorm turned and asked Surgical with a raised brow.

"He believes his entire life is a fictional story, the work of some 'Author'" Surgical began to recall from memory his previous conversations with the psychotic pegasus. "Not only that, but this 'Author' submits chapter's he's written on some sort of crystal ball for other ponies around the world to read."

"He is crazy" Snowstorm shook his head. "Who'a ever heard of something so ridiculous?"

Author's Note:

And here are some of my favorite OCs as antagonists; Cynical Storm and Salted Carmel. Cynical has his own Fic that I wrote but as of yet, have not finished editing it. its.... really, really dark. don't recommend if you don't like slasher movies or had a hard time reading Cupcakes.

don't worry, he's toned down in this fic.