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>: PLAY VIDEO “SECURITY5/1/13” (Y/N)
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A grey security video starts playing. The video is low in quality. Footsteps are heard. 2 people walk into view, and they appear to be in an argument.
“…and, boom, I was out and back here. So, they must have something pretty importanté in Sector 3.
“I told you, they always do that and so nothings there!”
“Listen, no they-“
Their rant is cut short when a burly looking man in a military suite walks into view. Instantly, the two other men salute the burly man. The man raises a hand to stop the salute. He starts speaking.
“Boys, we have a problem. What I’m about to tell you is confidential. This may never be repeated until you receive further notification.”
The men look slightly worried, apparently never having to keep any information confidential. They hesitantly nod their heads.
“Good. Now, on to the facts; last week our spies for the medical department found a man on the street speaking in gibberish. After quickly closing off the area, normal doctors deduced he was medically insane. He was put into the insane asylum. When our spies did the usual check, this is what they found.”
The man holds up a notebook, presumably the dialogue that the victim and the spies had. “Let’s see here… okay. ‘When asked who he was, he muttered something like Big Macintosh and he randomly started speaking in a southern drawl. Normally, we would just pass this up, but we decided to ask more. When asked what he was, he said he was, quote: An earth pony. We then also asked where he lives, he said: Sweet Apple Acres. We shrugged this off and left him,’” The big man clears his throat. “That’s what it says. But listen to this, a day later, within a block of the first man, a second man is found on the sidewalk also speaking gibberish. When taken to an asylum and asked the same questions, he responded: ‘I’m Rainbow Dash, the…the coolest…pegasus in Equestria…’ He answered to no other questions. Again, the next day within a block radius of the first man, a woman is found. Again, more nonsensical talk like: ‘Where…where’s my books…I need my books…Princess Celestia will kill me…’”
The man slams the notebook down on the ground. “Ten cases of almost identical location and circumstance occurred with increasingly less time in between reports. Our agents went in and investigated. What they found was disturbing.” The man pulls out multiple pictures from his pocket. The man walks over to a table and motions for the two other men to look. They hover over the pictures, blocking the view of them.
“Oh lord. How is that even possible?!”
“That…defies everything…”
The tough man grimly nods. “Apparently they went to investigate a house and found all of this. Apparently all of this was done by a crazy biologist who was obsessed with the show ‘My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.’ The people who spoke nonsense believed they were characters from the show. We’re assuming he used some chemicals or something to affect their brains. But only assuming. We need you two to try and bring enough of their sanity back to find out about all of this, and then we can properly terminate this strange sickness. We have brought one of the victims here, in Sector 3. You have ten minutes to get there and conduct interrogation. Understood?”
The men give a salute and say, “Understood.” All the men leave the room, and the video abruptly ends.
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>: PLAY VIDEO “SECURITYS35/1/13” (Y/N)
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>: PLAYING VIDEO. . .
This video is also grey. It shows a room with a single cell, and there is a person inside sleeping. Two men walk into the simple room wearing military outfits. They appear to be hesitant to start whatever they will do. One man finally speaks. “H…hello?” The inmate jolts awake and immediately trains his gaze on both the men.
They look extremely uncomfortable and shift from side to side. The inmate decides to strike up a conversation instead. “Hi! Can you guys get me out of here?” The man says with a strangely female like tone. “I’m Pinkie Pie! I need to see my friends!” The two military men look at each other, and one whispers something into the others ear. They both nod reluctantly. “So, um…Pinkie, how did you get here…?” One asks.
The person in the cell shrugs. “I dunno. I just now woke up here after I had a strange dream where I was in a white room with uncaring meanies who tried to hold me down and I heard a weird voice in my head so I got scared so I laughed and then I got jabbed with a needle and fell asleep. I wasn’t scared they weren’t ponies in the dream because it somehow felt right but now I’m confused why you are weird Diamond Dog things except not grey or mean at least I don’t think you’re mean but I don’t know ‘cause you haven’t been talking and you are just looking at me weird and I don’t like it,” he finished, not seeming to take a breath.
The military men just gawk at him, stunned. They clear their throat and awkwardly ask, “So you don’t know why you’re here?”
The jailed man smiles an extremely huge smile.
“Nope.”
One of the men holds up a paper. “Do these names mean anything to you? Does the name John, Diane, Joey, Mary, or Ashley?” The inmate looks up at the ceiling, as if to think. “Hmm…other than the fact Diane is my middle name, nope doesn’t ring any bells.” He sighs. “I wish- whoa!” A little puff of pink escapes his lips when he sighs. He waves his hand through it. “Wow! I can see my real body through this cloud!” He demonstrates this by waving a now pink hoof through the cloud. He rapidly breaths, increasing the amount of pink in the air. The army men watch, eyes snapped open in surprise. They stay frozen in place watching a large ball of pink gas come their way.
They finally back into a corner and ball up in fear. The wall of gas suddenly covers the camera, causing the screen to turn into quickly moving streams of black and white. Loud scratching is heard over muffled screams, coughs, and moans. The video stays like this for roughly ten minutes. Suddenly, the video changes to quickly moving stripes of multiple colors. The scratching stops. The video lazily returns, and the room scene has changed. The two men are doubled over laughing and a pink pony, outside of the cell, laughs with them. The pink pony regains composure. “And...and then…and then I said ‘Oatmeal? Are you crazy?!’” The group bursts out with laughing again in a new fit. There is still a pink haze in the room. The men look slightly confused and pained while laughing, like it was forced. Their skin color looks unnaturally bright and cartoonish. They wipe their now teary eyes and take deep breaths. “Wow Pinkie Pie, that was hilarious!” The men say in an eerie unison. The bubblegum colored pony, presumably Pinkie Pie, looks at them with a huge smile, but the smile is quickly replaced by a small grin. “Wowie, you guys are soooooo much fun! I forgot to ask your names, though. What are your names?”
They open their mouths, but then close them with a tight frown.
“I don’t remember.”
“Me either.”
Pinkie Pie gives them an arched eyebrow, but then a large smile replaces it. “Okay, I’ll name you!” Both men stare silently, and then nod. “Good! You are…hmm…Ice Cream! And you are…Sarsaparilla!” The newly named men bob their heads enthusiastically, with goofy smiles on their faces. ‘Ice Cream’ looks around the room, until he sees the camera. “Hey Pinkie Pie, I’m going to take away the…camera thingy. The…general might come here to ruin the fun!” Pinkie Pie nods, and ‘Ice Cream’ runs and jumps, with surprising agility, to the camera. A snapping sound is faintly heard before the screen goes blank.
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