"Sweetie?!" Dinky galloped forward, to catch her friend, and started searching for the med pack in her saddlebags. "Come on.... Come on...."
Sweetie looked on through dazed half-lidded eyes, gasping for breath. "Dinks. Don't. Y-you go, find Gooie. I'll be fine..." The white unicorn barely managed to croak out. Dinky only shook her head, coming across what she was looking for. "We're buddies, Sweetie. I refuse to leave you behind - I won't!"
If she had the strength, Sweetiebelle would've raised her eyebrows. The last thing she'd expected was for the younger unicorn to snap like that; when she had done it at home, she'd gotten in deep diddly doo-doo with Rarity, even if it was defending one of her friends.
Or talking about Diamond Tiara.
Or Silver Spoon.
Or, pretty much anything else that infuriated her, that including Rarity on occasion.
She was jerked out of her thoughts with the sting of alcohol on her flesh wound, resulting in a resonating screech around the halls. Dinky played the motherly role for the first time, doing the chore of tending to her wound with magic while caressing the elder unicorn's head in her hooves, cooing reassurance.
The purple filly actually remembered a similar time, when her sister Sparkler had been tackled by some extremely angered mare. No, wait.... The dog one, that was it. She tackled down Sparkler and nearly broke her leg, but her mother had chased the strange mare off in time.
While the med kits here were far more complicated at the Foundation than back in Ponyville, she figured out where the things she needed were in due time, and within thirty minutes, Sweetie's abdomen was wrapped and sanitized, blood leaking no more.
Quiet, raspy sobs were pouring into the blonde unicorn's fur from her friend, but they weren't from the pain anymore. It seemed more of a subconscious thing, Dinky resolved, because Sweetie was murmuring insane nonsense under her breath.
After a bit of coaxing, a now red-eyed Sweetiebelle was leaning against Dinky for balance, making her shaky way through the halls with her friend. It seemed quiet, apart from the occasional sound of gunfire, natural creaking, and the sound of their own hoofsteps. The silence only unnerved both girls more, knowing that around any corner Pinkie or Rainbow could pop up.
Or, even worse, the horrifying Fluttershy. That episode was something they wanted to avoid to no end.
It didn't take long before Sweetie started whimpering again from the stress on her wound, and the struck a pit stop in an office. Cold, lonely, scared, and hungry, they slept next to each other, Dinky singing a quiet lullaby.
And somewhere, in the distance, she could've sworn she heard a quiet "Whoooooooo...."
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The next day - Or night, it was hard to be sure with no windows - Sweetie was feeling a bit better and walked on her own for quite a bit of the time. Every few hallway segments, they'd pause, but otherwise she was chipper. In made Dinky feel better that she'd helped her only friend in what they called "The Hellhole", exchanging idle chitchat.
That is, until they heard the moaning.
"Whoooooooo...."
"... What was that?"
"Whooooooo....."
"I dunno, but I heard it last night!"
Sweetie glanced over.
"We should go check it out."
Dinky was torn. She didn't like the sound of the whoo's; in fact, they disturbed her greatly. But, at the same time, she was curious.
She finally resolved to ready a clubbing spell, just in case, before Sweetie led the way. The moans got louder and louder....
BANG! BANG!
"AAAAAAGH!"
Clonk!
After a second, two Nine-Tailed Fox shooters laid unconscious on the ground. Sweetie grimaced.
"Really?"
"They were shooting us, shut u--" Dinky was cut off by the wide-eyed face of a floating humanoid. Again, both girls screamed, and the floating man screamed with them.
This lasted all of five minutes before all three either ran out of breath or their vocal cords started hurting. For a moment after recovering, they all stared at each other, before Sweetie broke the silence.
"Hi... Um... Mister?"
The man had a black shirt with a red, pixelated M on it. He wore regular jeans, sneakers, and glasses. Pretty much the abnormal thing about his appearance was his pink mustache and slightly pointy hair. In reply, he gave a short smiling wave.
"Hi! I'm SCP M.A.R.K.P.L.I.E.R., the most lethal SCP around!"
Dinky's eyes widened even further, if equinely possible. "L-lethal?"
"Well, not really. All I really do is float around and go 'wooooooo'." M.A.R.K shrugged. "And you ladies are?"
Sweetie nudged Dinky to her hooves. "I'm Sweetiebelle, and this is Dinky Doo. We're trying to find our way out of here; Do you think you could help?"
"Well, I don't think--" The YouTuber - I mean, SCP - looked down, but stopped when he saw their sparkling eyes.
It was even too much for a non-brony to bear.
"Oh, fine. We gotta find the generator and turn off the diddly-doo dad, and then go see the computer guy, and he'll open the door for us."
Their eyes lit up. "Could you show us the way?" Dinky pleaded hopefully. A new companion to their brigade; It'd be like a quintet, once they managed to find Gooie again.
He stayed silent for a moment, thinking. "Weeeeeell, alright. I mean, I've got nothing to do anyway." The SCP landed on the ground and was immediately tacklehugged by the teens. He only sighed and facepalmed.
"Well, this'll be fun."