“Why does this place look nicer than normal?”
Coomberasked confused about the organization’s setup; it looks like it’s ready for a pep rally.
“Beats me, How would I know? I’m as confused as you.”
Blade said also confused about the organization’s setup. They walked into the facility, being accompanied by 10 other killers, they didn’t like being here at this hour. They keep us here long enough, why long? This place definitely wants its employees to suffer more than they have to. They chit-chatted a lot, Coomber ignored99 them, Blade listened but couldn’t care any more than an old pony being slaughtered. Blade teleported inside the facility, leaving his friend outside. What a friend to have. The facility doors were open, allowing the workers to go inside. When they arrived inside, they sat down in metal small chairs, they were cold because they been set up after the workers were dismissed. Blade wasn’t setting in the back with all those low-class workers. He was in the front, setting in the far right of the room. Coomber realized this and accompanied his friend. There got to be at least more than 100 workers here. To think there’s going to be more workers is insane. Their conversations echo loudly off the metal walls.
“They are really anxious aren’t they?”
Coomber calmly asked his friend. Blade seemed irritated, they were getting gradually louder; and who was sharping their blade, oh, that caused bloody ears to everypony in the organization. The chatter halted, turning to the worker who was sharing his blade, he had an oh Celestia face, 10 workers jumped out of their chairs and attacked the guilty colt; he was piled on, getting beaten by the workers, they cut him with their tools, and 3 of them decide to beat him with a metal chair, a tooth went flying from the victim’s mouth, it hit blade in the leg. Blood streamed down his leg, Coomber notice this and decided to heal him fast after Blade took the tooth out. Blade got up from his seat, he was going to put an end to this merciless nonsense. Before the Unicorn could take 3 steps, the microphone rung, the sound echoed, what the announcer saw with the leader was a colt running all over the place, being chased by 10 workers.
“What the blood and gore! What is going on in here!?”
The leader said into the microphone. The fight stopped, the worker instantly running to their seat, whistling guilty.
“Nothing!”
The 10 workers said with smiles on their faces. The victim stood behind his chair.
“Nothing went on huh? Look what they did to my face! There’s even a tooth on the ground over there!”
The victim said with agony. The victim pointed a hoof at Blades’s position. Blade got irritated.
“You mean the tooth that stabbed me in the leg?”
Blade said sarcastically. The leader looked frightened, they are extremely lucky he didn’t intervene.
“You stabbed me in the leg!”
One of the perpetrators said with anger. There were bandages on three perpetrators’ bodies. The victim smiled at the perpetrator.
“Aimed for the head but since there’s no organ in there, I aimed for the leg, which might’ve stopped you?”
“The leg doesn’t have organs in it, dumb-!”
“Enough!”
The leader commanded. He doesn’t care what happened, as long as it’s over and nopony’s dead.
“Yes sir!”
The workers said together, not wanting to anger their leader. The leader grabbed the microphone, preparing mentally for his speech. The announcer pulled the projector, turning on the machine next. A picture of an insane pony holding a knife up to his face, the blade shining. The questions were: “What are killers? Are they cold-hearted? Are they insane? The audience laughed. They said work, not watch presentations, and answer questions. The leader looked irritated. He kept his cool and turned to the ponies who weren’t laughing.
“Coomber, What are killers?”
Coomber thought for a couple of seconds, killers in this place or in general? Because in this place, they are ponies with the largest ego in Equestria, who kill for pleasure and entertainment.
“Killers are monsters who kill for their pleasure and pride.”
“That’s a weird answer if you ask me? You are a killer, so are you a monster then?”
He’s not a killer, he’s an assassin, he only kills when hired, not for fun or sick enjoyment.
“I’m not the killer I speak of, I’m only doing my job.”
“Alright, alright. Blade, are killers monsters?”
Blade thought for a moment. He’s the true monster when he angry and in general when he’s working.
“Some monsters are, like me, but some killers still have a conscience. Some killers don’t torture to the expectations, they kill their victims fast and add lacerations on the body to make it seem like they were tortured, but that’s not the case. Lying is also part of being a monster.”
Blade stared at three ponies in the middle row, they notice him and turned fearfully to the leader. Blade returned his head to the front position, looking down and closing his eyes. That was a perfect speech and it answers a question to come.
“Alright, any volunteers for the next question?”
“I’ll answer the next question!”
A killer with a brown mane and tail said. Was his mane and tail dirty because of this place or is it naturally that style?
“The killers I work with are 100% insane. Not are killers all insane, I got this answer from the recent killers who answered the following questions. Blade doesn’t seem insane and Coomber seems compassionate to his victims.”
“I do not show compassion to the victims. They are wanted dead for a reason.”
Coomber said annoyingly. He wants to know the reason for the mark (job,) so he’ll see if the mark is honest or not. Blade heard the killer but decided to stay silent, he’s not insane, but break the “Laws of Existence” and you’ll see hell. The leader changed the slide to the organization’s interior rooms and the cafeteria, where they are now. Are they dirtier or tidier than before? Raise your left hoof for cleaner and your right for dirtier. Some ponies would say nicer, but others like the looks before, and therefore they disagreed. The leader saw a mix of hoofs raised, some killers looked at each other. They had what are you saying looks.
“Alright, I’m going to pick a killer who says cleaner and one that says dirtier!”
The works turned their attention back to the front, some still wondering why they said dirtier, Obviously, it’s cleaner now than before. They must be the insane killers. The leader pointed a hoof at a killer in the front, asking him how it’s cleaner now than back then.
“Well for starters: We don’t have dust balls everywhere as before we did before. The air doesn’t smell like deceased hide; this doesn’t mean it smells good currently, May I bring some air refreshers?”
The participant sat back down. The leader already thought of other reasons why it’s cleaner than before. Really, after spending a ton of bits on furniture for the units and cafeteria and additional rooms, he didn’t mention that as a pro?
“You may, as long as it doesn’t disturb other killers with their work or harm them.”
Other workers didn’t mind the smell; if that worker dares to bring in a disturbing smell? He will pay.
“The air isn’t that bad...”
“You must be nose blind? Your house probably stinks like this place, that’s why.”
Workers started bickering with each other. This is why killers usually work with 3-5 workers. It used to be 5 only. The leader crossed his hoofs and sighed. They are unbelievable.
“Alright! Who thinks it’s dirtier than before?”
A pony with a brown mane and tail got up in front of the audience. Didn’t he already answer the question of why it’s cleaner?
“I would like to answer!”
His voice echoed off the walls. He sounded hyper. The leader got more annoyed by his recent answer.
“It’s not dirtier and anypony who says it needs new eyes in their head!”
Snickers came from the brown mane and tail pony. That wasn’t even near an answer or joke.
“Blade, are you snoozing?”
Coomber asked with concern. Blade shook slowly.
“Those killers are childish, sometimes I wonder why we call these announcements?
A chair was thrown, hitting the wall and making a ringing sound throughout the cafeteria. The killers stopped bickering, turning to the killer who threw the chair at the wall. A picture of a punctured heart slowly losing its hold on its plastic curved holder, it fell to the ground, the glass shattered everywhere.
“Who threw that-!”
The workers started attacking the pony who threw the chair at the wall. Why did he even throw it? To stop the bickering? All that did was cause a skirmish. Blade opened his eyes, watching the whole ordeal occur in front of him.
“I can’t even believe this.”
Blade said normally. Coomber saw 3 killers come over to this section of chairs, he wielded a chair in his hoof.
“I’m making you colts join the fun you’re missing.”
The colt sounded hyper. How could anypony be hyper in a place like this? The leader notices the proking colt by Coomber and Blade. He told the whole organization to settle down or they will be punished. Some settled down with no problem, others were still up, bickering. They must be deaf? The colt provoking Coomber and Blade continued to do so.
“Join the fun!”
The killer attacked Coomber and Blade with the chair, Coomber got up and ducked, the chair caused a gust of wind. Blade was extremely annoyed by the colt’s actions, it seems half of the organization didn’t listen to the leader. Blade got up after Coomber dodges another attack. Coomber hit the colt to the ground, provoking him. He decided to charge Coomber, but Blade teleported Coomber to the seats, he almost fell on the chairs. Blade stopped the metal chair with a hoof, activating an exothermic spell, his hoof started to melt the chair, scaring the colt, who ran to his seat. Blade deactivated the spell and teleported to the stage, it’s time to take control of these workers who can’t handle the slides with maturity.
“Hey Blade, what are you doing?”
Blade’s left eye turned to the leader, scaring him, then to the audience. He was done with the ignorance these workers showed. The leader wasn’t happy he burned a chair but glad Blade didn’t kill that idiot. Blade took the microphone and spoke to the workers.
“If you all can’t take answer these slides and be mature, then I guess you would like to work!?” This is the last warning from the leader If you all are not seating in the chairs and stop bickering, then prepared for your death’s.”
Blade handed the microphone to the leader, who took it and completely agreed with Blade’s speech. Blade teleported back to his seat, sitting down with closed eyes. He didn’t like the disobedience the workers showed. He spoke into the microphone. He confirmed Blade’s speech, most of the killers sat down, besides two killers. The countdown was at 3-2-1!... The two remaining killers sat down at the last second, anxious they didn’t make it in time.
“Alright. To be honest, if we would’ve continued this, you workers might be home right now? Doing whatever it is for relaxation and enjoyment.”
The killers felt their freedom being prolonged. Some killers were innocent and felt that it wasn’t fair they were being punished because of the guilty workers. One innocent worker raised their hoof. The leader saw it, already assuming it’s going to be another joke, it better not be or else...
“Yes...?”
“You saw all the guilty killers, right. What’s their penalty for stalling the presentation?”
The killer asked with respect. The other workers just stared at her with murderous intent. She’s trying to punish them? She’ll pay with blood!
“I did, and don’t worry, they will have small punishments. Don’t worry, you wasn’t one of them, so you can get off free.”
“Thanks, sir!”
The mare said formally. The leader changed the slide, they wasted all the time on that slide, so on to the next one. The image showed a picture of a mare being stab to death, it was a short clip. The question: “Why do we kill?” Many ponies started thinking to themselves, They kill for pleasure, fun, sell the organs for bits.
“Can I answer that question!?”
The killer was joyful, he was a scientist who tested on the victims. He tests how the organs respond to certain chemicals. Don’t mix Lye and sulfuric acid, they burn skin, flesh, and the digestive tract. These chemicals basically kill you. The leader was waiting patiently for the answer, does he have to start punishing fake volunteers?
“We kill for tests!”
The killers stared at the scientist, not all killers test you know? Some take pleasure and savor their victim’s final moments. Some use their inners for meals: Yuck!
The leader looked like he saw or in this case, heard something stupid. Science is not stupid, but that’s the incorrect answer.
“We don’t kill for science, You’re incorrect. Does anypony else have a different opinion that’s not their passion!?”
A pony raised a hoof with a knife in it. He had a scar on his eye, the eye was shut. Looked like he was attacked by a killer indefinitely.
“Alright, stick, what’s your answer?”
“Stabby, stabby.”
The killer stabbed his knife in the air for all to see. The leader decided to ignore his answer, going on to the next risen hoof.
“Nike, please be serious...”
The leader said nervously. Expecting a child-like answer.
“Do you want a spiritual answer?”
Nike asked, not wanting to infuriate the leader.
“If you like?”
The leader wasn’t expecting any killer to answer this question correctly. This killer might have the answer?
“Do we do it to please an entity?”
“What entity?”
The other killers were shocked. They do it for fun and money. They didn’t expect the true reason to be different.
“I... Think, the killer god...?”
The killers started to snicker. Yeah, there’s a killer god, that killer must be worked too much? There’s no killer god. The leader didn’t like how the killers were reacting, but ignore them as the killer who answers the question wrong.
“You’re in the right mindset, however, you’re incorrect.”
The killer felt shameful for being wrong, but hey, everypony must get a problem wrong to learn. The killer brushed it off. The killers snicker more, this time looking at the killer who answers wrong.
(”The best thing to do is to ignore them, They are morons...”)
“I’m going to answer this. We make a profit off the organs we harvest but why torture them, who would that please? I say when everypony die, They suffer even if it’s a natural death and not a given one.”
The leader smiled at Coomber, he was going to answer it correctly, hopefully. The organization ends soon; well for the workers who behaved that is.
“Where are you getting at?”
Coomber smirked with confidence, Blade eyes watched him, he was happy his friend was going to answer the question correctly.
“We do it for the deity of death, don’t we?”
The leader clap, he was impressed Coomber got the answer correct; he wasn’t expecting any killer to answer this one correctly; if it wasn’t for that killer who brought up that it’s a spiritual question, he wouldn’t even attempt the question; Mythology can affect gullible ponies in manipulative ways.
“Yes, Coomber, remind me to increase your rank!”
Coomber smirked with Blade.
“Good job on the answer.”
Blade said joyfully, staring down. Coomber thanked Blade for the praise. The leader changes the slide. Final slide it said. It showed a pony being stab heaps of times, organs being thrown into the bucket fast. The question was... It wasn’t a question, it was a command and a threat. “Work faster or pay!” The killers felt agitated, they already worked as fast as they can, this organization is a merciless torture facility. The killers boo the slide, being silent by the leader.
“I see you all hate this slide and I expect you to. I saw on the cameras a lot of you goofing off instead of working, those of you know who you are and will be getting a long task list tomorrow!”
Blade and Coomber knew they weren’t getting a new task list, they are done with their task too fast, and sometimes, they would clean the rooms downstairs. The leader switches the slide, the next one said: end you’re free, if you’re mature and behave yourselves. It was like the leader already knew they were going to be interruptive. The leader jumped down from the stand, while his assistant pulled the slide up. He was pointing the columns of ponies who behave who may go while keeping the ones who misbehaved. He got to the back row and pointed to none since they all acted like children and barbarians during the presentation. He walked over to the chairs on the right of the audience.
“You and Blade may go.”
Coomber checked his device, find out he had another job, he got up and turned the device off, before turning to his friend Blade.
“Just outta curiosity... Are you leaving or staying?”
Before Blade had anything to say, the heard of workers that listened the whole time ran out of the cafeteria, the doors banging against the wall; two ponies were trampled, yelling, but still made it out walking, it’s ungrateful they aren’t unicorns, they could probably heal themselves, but they are earth ponies, thus, they can’t; they don’t know how stamina draining spells can be, do they? Blade to his attention back to Coomber, giving him his answer.
“I’m going to stay here and make sure these killers work.”
The leader was grateful Blade decided to stay and help. The workers felt agitated, what is that worker supposes to do if we don’t? One killer got up with a brushy black mane and tail, blue eyes, and a green coat. He walked towards Blade with agitation.
“I heard you would stay to make sure we do our extra work? Since you decided to stay, I’ll make you part of my work!”
The leader told the agitated worker to sit down, he didn’t listen. What he did instead was, grab his weapon, pointing it at Blade.
“Since your mouth is confident, I’ll rip it off and stitch it onto mine!”
“You’re worthless.”
Before the killer responded, Blade teleported in front of him and punch him in the nose, he backed away holding his now bleeding nose, Blade spin kicked him in the jaw, hitting his head to the ground, Blade teleported to a high altitude of the ceiling and fell, landing on the killer’s back with two hoofs. The killer split up blood onto the cafeteria’s floor. Blade put a hoof on his head, applying pressure to the skull.
“Should I rip your mouth off and throw it in the garbage decomposer?”
The killer didn’t answer Blade; he was lifted by his mane to Blade’s face.
“Answer m-!”
The leader hoof palmed. The other workers gasped. Coomber didn’t respond but inference what’s going to happen next. Blade looked infuriated, how dare this killer spit on him? The killer tried to apologize, but it’s too late. Blade started punching him in the face from all directions with one hoof. Finally stopping, lifting him up and grabbing him by his right forehoof. Blade teleported to the metal wall and slammed the killer’s whole body against it, after slamming him to the ground. He was unconscious and needed medical attention. His right forehoof was broken, The killers congratulate and applauded. They really do like gore for such child-like workers.
“Don’t let the leader call me back here if any of you are slacking off, got it!”
Blade said with the confidence they’ll listen now. The killers nodded their heads, Blade walking back to Coomber’s and the leader’s position.
“That was really generous of you Blade.”
Blade couldn’t care or take time in compliments. He thanked the leader, ready to head out.
“So, you changed your mind Blade?”
Coomber asked casually. Blade responded with a yes. The leader gave Blade a communication device just in case he needs him back here to deal with the workers, he didn’t think that he’ll come back here after that example.
“I’ll sound the device if I need you, alright?”
“Yes.”
Blade teleported him and Coomber out of there; Coomber was confused, he could’ve just walked out of the organization, why waste mana? Wait, how did he teleport out of the building? I bet the other workers are wondering too?
“I’ll handle my job and if you want to hang out, I will.”
Blade smirked. Using body language to say goodbye to his friend. Coomber teleported to the closest town near the job to be completed. Blade started thinking about what to do next. Maybe meditate at his house or in the far distance?