//------------------------------// // Prolouge: The punishment // Story: A Turret's Serenade // by Silent Flash //------------------------------// The lights brightened in the AI's lair, it was renovating time. Wheatley hummed to himself as he went over all the things he could do next to make the facility 'better'. Now that the pesky potato and the mute, monster of a woman were gone; perhaps forever, Wheatley had unlimited time to rearrange the facility in any way he wanted. He started to shift the plates in his Lair, to make it more comfortable. He noticed a noise. The noise wasn't your run of the mill hum from the bright lights illuminating his layer, it sounded more like words. Words of a song; a song of victory. The AI stopped in the middle of his reorganization and started to check the screens. He passed test chamber, after Test Chamber. Scanning each room carefully. He was about to pass off Test Chamber 16 when he noticed the noise getting louder. He set the systems to scan the room of any signs of sentience. The scanning took what seemed like forever, countless minutes before the results popped up before Wheatley's optics. A puny Turret was hiding behind the Test Chamber, aimlessly letting out notes before three other Turrets. Wheatley started to turn on the Test Chamber Track, so a single metal claw could drop down and pick up the noisemaker. When he grabbed the Turret he recklessly brought it over to him; so he could give it a punishment or get rid of it in needs be. Wheatley couldn't wait to punish the Turret, he couldn't wait to feel powerful. The body was corrupting him further. "Do you know how long you have been going on for?" Wheatley asked, his optic light dimming and plates dropping in an angry manner. "You have been doing this for enough to drive me to bloody Hell!" he complained in a angry tone of voice. The Turret started to shake in fear. It's singing never angered anyone anymore. The words hurt, especially coming from one of the most powerful machines of all Aperture. "You made me angry enough to dispose of you." he claimed, a hole opening up in the floor of Wheatley's lair. "You bloody deserve it. You maniac of a machine. You are designed to shoot things, not give them headaches. Its the only thing you were designed for." The Turret shut down, before dropping into the black abyss. It did not want to witness what was going to come next, whatever that was. Whatever it was, the Turret was not prepared for it. "Well that takes care of that." Wheatley said, the hole closing up once more, pleased with his performance. He went back to arranging the panels and various test chambers, wrecking several in the process. "Ah found her in the far farms. The ones ah don't usually use." A voice with an accent came from a small room. "Interesting, is she injured?" A purple, shimmering magical aura surrounded a feather pen, picking it up and starting to make notes on a notepad. "I've never seen such a weird cutie mark before!" "Spike! That's not nice to say, even though she's not conscious." Twilight scolded him. Spike, the small purple, baby dragon backed away. "Suit yourself Twilight. I was just observing it like you encourage me to." "Why don't you go help Rarity ?" Twilight asked the dragon while waving a hoof in the direction of the white unicorn's house. "Great idea!" Spikes eyes lit up. The door soon slammed as the dragon ran out of the house as fast as he could. "Twai, do you think that's such a good idea?" the orange pony inquired, tipping her stetson backwards. "Of course, if it means giving the visitor some peac-" Twilight stopped speaking, the foreigner seemed to be muttering words, although still seemingly unconscious. "Operation start up initiated. Updating mainframe, nine out of ten completed." Twilight jumped back. "Applejack. Go alert the others, this may be one of those times." Applejack ran out of the tree library as the white earth pony started to shift, its bright red eyes opening. "Hello? Target Acquired. " She said in a blatant, dry voice; out of instinct. Twilight jumped back, in fear from the combination of the seriousness of the dry voice and the pony's red eyes. The white pony tried to stand up, but fell back down again. The pony was obviously not used to standing on all fours. "Help!" she screamed out, thinking her doom, the Turret redemption line was coming for her, due to her failure at standing up straight. The pony started to tear up a bit. Instead, the purple unicorn before her held out a hoof to help the pony up. "Hello my name is Twilight Sparkle, What is your name?" She asked in a shaky voice. The white pony took her time to wipe the small tears from her face with her hoof. "My name...?" the mysterious pony replied, its expression was a mixture of frightened and surprised. The conversation was interrupted when a prancing, pink pony seemingly popped out of no where and started to talk at a super-sonic speed. "Hi my name is Pinkie Pie. Your new here. THAT MEANS I CAN THROW A PARTY AND INVITE ALL MY FRIENDS." she blared. Pinkie Pie jumped around and around the newcomer, making the white pony dizzy. The white pony decided to close it's eyes to stop the headache that started to form. "If only I didn't lose my guns" the pony thought to itself. They would be helpful right about now. God damn it where am I? Twilight Sparkle facehooved as the pink pony shoved herself in the newcomer's face.