64 vs. Equestria
64 POV (Age 14)
Drip, Drip, Drip……..
What day was it today? 1,465? 1,690? I don’t know, I’ve stopped counting a while ago. Sometimes all that matters is that I fucking hate it here. And I fucking hate that leaky pipe. Seriously, that must be some sorta of torture in itself. They don’t even need to pull any blades on me to get me to start yelling with that.
I hear the hoof steps of the guards coming towards the cell door down the hall. A few clicks, then standard procedure. It was the same shit different day.
Back turned, hands over my head, on my knees.
The doors swung open, and I felt the numbing hold of magic on my wrists as they readjust my arms behind my back. I turned around and faced my two captors, whose faces were covered by Hazmat suits. They knew that I wasn't poisonous or radioactive, so why they protected themselves further than a few spears and armor is past me. They nodded their heads for me to follow, and all I could do is walk forward, or else be punished further. They put a blindfold on me, and pulled me forward as I was escorted by their magic grips.
“Hey, maybe today will be the day you croak? We won't have to waste our time lugging your worthless hide around.” One of the two guards heckled me.
“Nah he ain’t that lucky.” The other replied.
I didn't even bother to give a response. It was the same thing everyday. I get taken from my cell, the guards try to push me around so I could try and fight back, so they could turn their spears on me and stab me through the gut. Of course given the opportunity to do so they wouldn't. I was too important to them, they would maybe on stab me in the arms and legs a few times, then I would get back to the daily grind. They would get off scott-free, blaming it on me trying to escape, and then I get punished even more at the torture sessions. My eye still hadn't healed since they decided to try and pry my left eye open and then stick a sewing pin through it.
At last the time came and we finally arrived after walking and winding through various corridors I couldn’t see through. The guards pushed me through the double doors, as I heard the voice of the bane of my existence.
“Ah, Project 64, I see you have yet live to see another day! Let us prep for today’s session.” Dr. Knight said through a muffling hazmat mask. “Today we will be testing the amount of pain your brain can process, and then see if we can bump it up a bit using some corrosive substances on the skin. Strap him down.”
“You can piss off for all I care, Knight.” I grumbled under my breath. I felt two spears poke in the back telling me to move forward towards the operating table. I slowly took the few steps to the side of the operating table, then proceeded to lie down on my back and waited. The guards dropped the binds on my hands and quickly decided to bind both my arms to my side. They aren’t gonna make the same mistake twice by leaving me unbound.
“Ok, first let’s start off with something easy, grab the Taser Rod.” Knight told his masked nurses. They grabbed the foreboding tool, with it looking more like a much more threatening version of a cattle prod.
I tried to prepare myself for the obviously horrible pain that would come but it simply came too quickly, and immediately stabbed into my arm. The electricity started to course through my body at an excruciating rate, making it feel like a hundred little knives stabbing into me everywhere all at once repeatedly, while the muscles under my skin began to twitch and twist uncontrollably. I couldn’t even think straight as I felt my mind start to fade and my consciousness start to slip, but Knight wouldn’t let that happen.
He cranked the output to 45 mA of electricity, and just watched a BPS meter see how much longer I would last before my heart and brain completely shut down.
“C’mon!” Knight said, “He can take way more than that!”
The nurses nodded as the slowly turned a dial upwards, to 99 mA.
“Yes that’s it! A little more!” Knight yelled. By this point he was laughing maniacally, and was clearly enjoying the pain I was going through. By the time they had reached 150 mA my movements weren’t even my own as I twitched and shook in agonizing pain while I waited for the test to be over.
By the time they hit 200 mA, my heart beat started to beat irregularly, and my breathing functions had started to fail.
“Ok! Ok! Hold it right there!” Knight said. He went to check on a machine with a dozen green vials on the inside and took one out. He carefully undid the cap and poured the contents of the vial into a small funnel at the top of the machine. He then ran back to the raised platform he was on, and pressed a button.
The next thing to happen was a green mist started to fill the room. The hazmated guards and doctors were lucky enough to avoid it, but I was lying on a table exposed with only a pair of undergarments. I felt my skin start to burn and blister as the mist dug into my pores, and the shocking of the Taser only made it feel so much worse.
I could feel my heart starting to slow down as I felt cold, and my brain and body feel numb as I couldn’t see anymore. I was thinking that they finally went overboard and everything was finally gonna be over, but instead I felt the bindings come off of my arms, and felt myself slam onto the ground.
"Get him back to his cell. Make sure to not let him die." Kinght ordered, as I felt myself being pulled out of the room by two magical grips. I was dragged across the floor and out of the operating room, while the two guards continued to banter on, as I was barely holding onto consciousness.
“Hey, think this guy here is dead yet? He ain't moving and I can barely get a pulse.” One of the guards said to the other.
“Nah, he’s just completely wrecked, aren’t ya 64? Yea, he’s out cold, probably can’t even hear us right now.”
“So you hear about the new weapon testing over in Block G?”
“Yea, they still having problems with it? I heard the thing works, but it doesn’t want to work, like its alive or something.”
“It is alive! I was talking to my buddy down there and he said something about it being sentient or some shit, and it didn’t want to work.”
“Bullshit, a weapon is a weapon, and it does what the wielder wants it to.”
“I don’t know, we are doing some pretty freaky shit down here, and Celestia only knows what we will make next. Speaking of
Celestia, you hear about her new apprentice? Little filly by the name of Twilight Sparkle, apparently turned her parents into plants and also turn a newly hatched dragon into a 50 foot monstrosity!”
“Holy crap really?”
“Yep, and apparently Celestia decided that it was too dangerous to let a filly like that walk the streets with that kind of magic, so she is gonna take her under her wing to hopefully weaponize that kind of magic.”
“Damn, that’s some crazy shit. Wait up here’s its cell.”
They opened the door as the dragged and put me into the cell as they closed and locked the doors. Unbeknownst to them I had been listening to the entire conversation, and thought of a little filly being used like that was horrible. Celestia might have good intentions for this kind of genetic and weapon testing here in the Canterlot Underground Labs, but she was going at them in the wrong way, with torturous methods, psychopathic staff, and keeping the entire thing hidden. I don’t even think some of Celestia's closest friends knew of what was going on down here.
Being made in a lab wasn't the best way to be brought into Equestria; in fact I don’t think there is any worse ways, besides maybe Mare Trafficking, which had apparently been a problem in the past year. Apparently some crackpot doctor was able to create an entirely new species by combining 24 Haploid chromosomes in an XY pattern, or something like that. All I know is that I was made in a test tube, and put into a Blood Plasma tank which kept me alive for 10 years until the day they woke me up, and decided to start “gaining” my trust.
I was put into a cell from the start, but the staff acted kind towards me, to try and deceive me. I wasn't going into any testing yet, just private classrooms to learn proper English and Basic Equestrian History. Then they decided to strap me to a fucking table and stab me with pins and needles. 4 years later and a lot of torture passed and I have had enough of the bullshit they had put me through.
I tried to push myself onto my back but was only able to bring my arms forward. I looked at my forearms and saw the reddish brown blisters starting to form. I looked up and saw a timer on the wall on 17 seconds counting down to 0. I closed my eyes and waited for the timer to count down, and once it did, water started to shower down from the pipes on the ceiling, cleaning some of the filth that covered me.
“Maybe…. The end…..is near….” I whispered as I began to lose consciousness.
The water stopped showering from the ceiling, as I lie there, and heard that fucking sound.
Drip, Drip, Drip…
God Fucking Dammit.