WHY ME!!!
"SCP 000 stop that."
"MAKE ME!" Once the door opened and the earth pony stepped in I immediately regretted saying that. I guess I could deal with the pain from the taser. It is only about the hundredth time this week. I just lay on my back to recover fully.
But as he lay there trying to recover, the scientists began their work again. Doctor Gears was making his way into the room so he could preform more of his tests. The guards take extra precautionary measures to keep the prisoner contained.
Thanks for the heads up. This voice in my head has been there for longer than I can remember. That voice knows things that it shouldn't know. I've named him The Narrator. Once in awhile we chat, but that's rare.
With that out of the way, welcome to my life. Sorry. I meant my hell. For days I'm completely alone. Then they just appear whenever they want to conduct tests on me. Needless to say I'm here against my will. So ya.
Doctor Gears grabbed his clipboard with a list of tasks to complete. Mainly focused on your abilities.
Dammit. Might as well get ready. From the moment I got here I never let them get an understanding of anything to do with me. To them I'm a coltlike pony that had interesting powers. They have pumped me with drugs so I have little knowledge of what I can really do or what they know. Although I hope I didn't show anything too powerful, they seem to know some things about me that I don't.
As the door opens I step forward and open my hand in a grand gesture. "WELCOME! NOW FUCK OFF!"
"Hello again SCP000. As pleasant as always I see. Please take a seat." A long time ago I realized the futility in fighting these tests so I cheerfully walk to the chairs and sit at the table. "So Geary, whatcha want to talk about." This may be overkill but it's too late to go back. The unicorn stared at me annoyed but I also take note of the bags under his eyes. "Well I came here to perform some tests. Now would you please write down the word food." Passing me my note book and quill, I get to work. They're still testing my general summoning skills. What is summoned is never the same since the request is not specific.
Now with a pineapple sitting in between us I ask. "Can I have it?" "No. Ok SCP000, please write down something fictional." This was what I expected. Since I have complied for the last thousand years they are not as strict as they were in the beginning. This gives me a chance to escape but if I fail it will be impossible to leave. But what can I write down?
That's the problem I keep running into. I'll only get one chance to write one thing down to get me out of the most secure place I've ever seen. For the thousandth time I draw a blank. "Uhmm like what?" "We'll come back to that one. Write down a book. Specifically "The Tail of Two Sisters". But if you can't do that any book will do." "What's that?" "Just write it down." Oohh, so they want to know if I can summon things if I don't know anything about them. Hmmmm, this will be interesting.
I write down the name of the book and it appears on top of the pineapple. Picking up the book I quickly read a few pages before it is yanked out of my hands. Apparently Celestia banished her sister luna and still had the gall to make it into a children's book. That's just cruel. Not only was she forgotten, she was remembered as a fairytale. Plus who the hell was this Nightmare Moon?
Whatever. They would have realized what I was doing and would tackle me before I finished writing the word Nightmare. That plan would fall between writing "bomb" and writing "death himself". In other words at the bottom of my list.
"Awwww! Why can't I -". "FOCUS SCP000! Now I'm going to ask you to write down the words Friendly Watch." "Is that another one of your Ds?" "Yes and please refrain from calling them that."
Doing as instructed the shackled unicorn appears and falls a foot completely crushing my pineapple. "NOOOOO! MY PINEAPPLE!!" "Calm down SCP000." Taking a minute to get my tears out. This obviously wasn't because of the pineapple. Another opportunity wasted because I have no idea what to do. "Are you alright now SCP000?" Not in the slightest but I have to get this over with.
"What now?" Whining like a child always seemed to annoy them so I did it often. "Please write down SCP999." "The TICKLE MONSTER!?!"
". . . ."
". . . ."
"Please right down SCP507."
"Aw."
He's not that bad but I'd rather see the Tickle Monster. I write it down and a caucasian Pegasis that put on some noticeable pounds appears where the previous pony had been sitting. I didn't even realize that he left. "Hey Bob." "Oh hey." Watching him get up I see that a guard is ushering him towards the exit. Staring at the back of his head I quickly yell "I WILL FIND OUT YOUR NAME!" With a chuckle he says "Good luck with that!" And runs off.
The scientist snap at me to get my attention. "SCP000 this is your last warning!" I wonder what has him so agitated? . . . Nothing? Alright then. "- Write any form of this." SHIT! WHAT DID HE SAY!! Keeping my face neutral I try to think of an excuse. "SCP000 did -"
But then his pager starts blaring which caused both of us to stare at it for awhile. "We'll have to pick this up in a minute." With that he leaves and I am left to wonder. The entire time I've been here that's never happened. Maybe a glance but he never left the room. Hhhhmmmm? How about now? . . . Well -
Gears quickly made his way to the briefing room. When he arrived he saw other scientists were already there. The head of this operation began his speech. "There has been a few electrical errors as you know but now there are a few escaped SCP so all of the guards will have to deal with them. Finish up what you're doing and do not give any suspicion that there is anything going on.
Wow Narrator! You took your time didn't you? Well at least you came. It will take a few minutes for him to arrive at the breifing room so I have some time before he comes back.
This . . . Is an opportunity. . . . I did not know what to do with.
"..."
. . . Really?
"Shut up! I'm trying to think here!"
You have a list of things you could do and yet. . . .
"FUCK YOU! You're not here so you can't judge me!
Striding through the halls, Gear was halfway back to the room. Wondering which SCP's escaped the containment breach.
WHAT! . . Hello? . . .Fine then!
Giving up on him I try to think of something I could do. Uhmm. . . PLAN Z-Z-Z-H IT IS! Before you get sassy Narrator, yes I have a list four alphabets long but what am I supposed to do in here? Do I remember most of them? Of course not. . . but . . Fuck you!
Quickly grabbing my notebook I write down bomb and toss it at the door. Not even a scratch so I went with plan z-z-r quickly I write down battering ram that doesn't work in the slightest either.
A few yards away Gear began to slow down and compose himself. He must not let SCP000 see him distraught.
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! UHMM. . . Quickly I panic and without thinking I write stuff down. First there's a help wanted sign. Next is an S.O.S that is a smoke signal. I don't bother to see what else appears before I run to the door. There's no way I can let him see what I am doing. That I know.
WHAT CAN I DO! Resigned, I hang my head before I hear a groan behind me. Did I write somebody down? Looking at my note book I see something that makes me go white.
Nightmare Moon