I woke up to the sound of a cart coming in, and some tinkling of metal on metal, the familiar sound made my eyes snap open as I remember what happened a few minutes ago; felt tired at 730, Twilight also tired, both of us went to sleep on outside couch... ah crap, the champagne was drugged. I perked my ears up when I heard a twisted, maniacal laughter, cheery like Pinkie Pie's voice was but the maniac side showing brightly through as well, then heard "Well well, what do we have here? the boys back home finally bring some proper toys this time around? Oh! and would ya look at that, they managed to capture two soon to be very famous ponies before they went big, oh, wait, I ordered scalpels, knives, saw anything with an edge! Not these syringes filled with fluid! Those are too quick for my liking, send them back and get me some proper ones"
"But the higher ups insist on using these for your project"
"Oh fine, but they owe me got it?"
"Yes, sir"
"Now then, go away and leave me to my work in peace" The room, while being lit up barely, was visible enough for me to make out some features of our captor, a middle aged unicorn stallion with an unkempt, greasy green mane and tail, pearl white makeup on his face with red lipstick covering up several nasty scars running along his mouth, pinprick pupils with red irises, and his coat was a pinkish-red color, his cutie mark had the image of the Joker in a deck of cards, with the scars reading 'why so serious?' beneath it. If there was any way to describe the look on his face I would say it would more than likely put anything Discord could have done to shame, that was the look of somepony who has completely, and truly, lost their mind to insanity. He was wearing a purple trench coat with a green vest and a violet tie, and judging by the movement beneath the coat, had something underneath that I would really enjoy to not know, a lime green flower was adorned on the coat to complete the disturbing image. He mumbled to himself for a moment before turning to me and gave a smile, one that held a twisted kindness of unsettling certainty, as if he planned my every move before I even could formulate a way out of here. Wordlessly, he pulled the cart closer to me and removed the cover, inside were about six vials with three different types of cutting utensils next to them, and two syringes, then started chuckling "hmhmhmmmm, oooh they left me with nice toys but I prefer to use what I ordered, but they insisted that I give you two what's in the vials, don't worry, I'll make sure you get something to bite down on, oh wait! You won't likely live long enough to need it, so why bother?"
"What do you want from us?"
"Little old me? Why, nothing, of course! The money's only a little bit of an extra incentive but the fun I get to do is what really attracted me to this"
"What? Capturing ponies and torturing them to death with a triplet of liquids?"
"Nah, I don't use liquid torture, at all, but the bosspony wants me to use this, so... here we are, you asking rhetorical questions, your lover mare there still out cold, and me having a good, healthy conversation with you"
"Why do you do it?"
"Why? Of all the questions you ask you want to know why I do this? I'm bored, your line of work has no fun in it, even Pinkie Pie has less fun than I like, and this is the only 'legal' way I can get some fun"
"Your garbage who kills for money"
"Hey, don't talk like them, because you're not"
"You're insane!"
"I'm not insane, just ahead of the curve. Your so called 'civlized' friends, you take away the rules, they'll eat each other to get some sort of order going"
"There's no curve like that in existence"
"You think so? You really do?" I nodded my head yes, then he pulled out a detonator and laughed "Then you must be a lot less bright than I realized, because I have wired up the canterlot cesspool of toxic waste to vent into the city, killing everyone there and intoxicating the city for centuries, why am I telling you this, you wonder. It's because you're on camera!"
He stepped to the side to reveal a camera, likely stolen, mounted on a tripod and hooked to a laptop across the room, where another pony was working, a pegasus mare with a red coat but her back was to me, the laptop had something on it, more than likely he was broadcasting to every channel on TV. He said "Hello there, Canterlot, I hope I'm not interrupting your normal broadcast, but if I am, who am I to care? If you're listening up, listen real well, for I'm not repeating myself. I am going to play a little game, I want you to help these two poor saps escape from my domain, for this I am opening up a small portal for which you will put what you want them to do into, which will go into a small box and I will randomly draw a letter, put a hoof over my eyes and give it to either Plasma Stream or Twilight Sparkle, for every day that you waste watching this and not helping these two escape, I will blow up a building, and when I run out of detonators I'll go to my supreme surprise, and be quick, I only have three detonators, oh, and another thing, I hope their deaths are quick, for your sake" then he made a cutthroat action with his hoof and the feed was cut; Twilight stirred for a moment and sat bolt upright, or would have, if she wasn't tied up tighter than an industrial spring. She turned to face me and looked at our captor, gasping when she saw his face, he just cackled and brought out the syringes, then took them and put them into different vials, and put the empty vials across the tools, opposite the other ones, and plunged one into my foreleg...