Canterlot, The Doctor’s Workshop...
I awoke on some sort of workbench and shook my head, which cleared my vision so my LEDs could see as I got rid of a small layer of dust that settled on my cybernetic eyes. I proceeded to stand up, and commanded my systems to reboot. I felt oddly energized, which was odd; the last thing I remembered was the memory of when I collapsed, due to my power on critical levels due to the beating that I took from Hammerfist.
Even though he was my friend, I was determined to get back at him for that; for personal revenge of course. I grinned, as I knew I was probably going to get him back through a prank.
I studied my surroundings; I seemed to be in a small room, with brick walls. Dust gathered upon the walls and surfaces like a film of dirty snow, making the area seem as though it hasn’t been cleaned in a century. However, pristine tools, some of them familiar, lay nearby on a small table; I could spot a plasma wrench, and my power core, along with a bunch of other tools that were from the Facility.
‘Whoever has these tools might know who I am. Maybe... no, that’s a stupid idea.’ I disregarded the thought, looking more around the room, seeing if I could spot anything out of the ordinary. I spotted my power core upon a small round table over at the opposite side of the room. But if that was over there, then...
I was broken out of my reverie when a man in a long brown coat walked in. He had a blue tie, a white shirt and black trousers, with an odd hairstyle. If anything, I would have pegged him as a bit of an eccentric, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt as he walked up to me.
“Ah, good to see you’re finally awake!” He exclaimed cheerfully, but stopped himself “Where are my manners? You can call me Doctor. Speaking of names, I only got snippets of information, who are you?”
I looked at him; yup, definitely crazy. I shook my head once more, and answered him.
“The name’s Zero. How...?” I began to ask, as I looked over at my old power core, which was still faintly glowing blue upon the small round table on the opposite side of the room.
He noticed where my gaze was headed, chuckled, and intervened “Are you still standing when your power core is over there? Good question! Believe it not... well you know magic exists in this world correct? Well, I gave you a magically powered core, similar to your own. Of course, it runs on magic absorbed from the environment, giving you an infinite power source! Not only this, but it’s able of giving a greater power output due to the large amount of power you will be absorbing.” He finished off his explanation with a grin, proud of his work.
I stood there, as I took in the information “Alright, so I don’t have to recharge?” I looked at him; if I didn’t have to recharge, it meant I could do things much more efficiently!
He nodded, and I had to stop myself from doing a small dance right there and then. Before either of us could talk any further, a blonde haired girl burst through the door. Literally.
The door fell into a splintered heap of scrapped wood, and the girl stood there. Unlike The Doctor, she had a rather unstable atmosphere around her, which exuded unorganized chaos; great, a walking catastrophe, that was all I needed right now.
“Sorry...” She smiled sheepishly, as her yellow crossed eyes seemed to look at The Doctor “I just don’t know what went wrong!”
The Doctor sighed, and rubbed his temples as he forgave her little apology “It’s alright, Derpy, I was just letting our friend up and out of here.” He looked across at me pointedly, and motioned for me to get out of the room before his wall-eyed friend blew me up.
Said wall-eyed friend ran up to me, shaking my hand vigorously. I swear, if she shook my hand any harder, my joints would have come off in a fountain of nuts and bolts.
“My name’s Diane, but you can call me Derpy!” She continued to shake my hand, and only stopped as she undid the clasp of her satchel, placing it on a surface nearby.
“So” She continued “What’s your favourite type of muffin?” She looked right up at me with her wall-eyed gaze.
I looked at her and chuckled, as the Doctor looked at me a little urgently, and once more motioned for me to get out. I gave him a look to tell him I was fine and answered “Well, I’ve never really had a Muffin before, but I’ll be sure to try one sometime soon, I guess.”
I started getting nervous when she froze up, there and then. She whispered to herself incredulously, as one of her eyes twitched. The Doctor looked at me worriedly, as if to say ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you’.
“Never... had.... Muffin..?” She walked over to her satchel, pulling out a muffin and walked up to me, and looked at me, her eyes haunted.
Before I could react, she unwrapped the muffin with lightning quick speed, forcing my mouth open and shouting “EAT THE MUFFIN NOW!!!!! TAKE IT!!!”
I nearly wasn’t able to digest the muffin due to the speed that Derpy shoved the crumby treat down my throat, only just managed to chomp it down, and slightly gagged.
The Doctor simply jumped away and hid behind another workbench, and cowered in minor fear from the muffin-wielding blonde-haired woman.
After I had recovered, I looked at her, terrified out of my cyber-implanted wits. Not once did I ever want to do that again.
She looked at me, returned to normal and smiled “You can go now. Bye!” She then looked at The Doctor, who has put two fingers on the bridge of his nose, massaging it.
After I had run out of there (as fast as possible, I assure you. I will never touch a Muffin again...), The Doctor turned to Derpy, who gave him her usual wall-eyed stare.
“Derpy, we need to talk.”