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// 3. What the hay is that? 
// Story: The bride of sparkle 
// by the frank 
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3.
Whatever Twilight had been expecting, it wasn't this. The creature stared in panic, and started to twist on the table. The whole time it screamed, or groaned, or both.

"Spike! Quick! I need to give her..."

RRRRRRIIIIP!

The creature had ripped of two of the leather restrains. Twilight got dead with silence and fear. This could not be! She wasn't supposed to be...strong...not like this! Could it have something to do with the overload of electricity? 

Spike was staring with fear and loath at the thing on the table. It did look like Rainbow...but it had black hair, grey fur and... The left wing was a bit bigger than the other one. It had a big scar, drawn together with at least 25 stiches over its stomach. A similar scar was placed right over its right flank. It looked...monstrous! And howcome they still looked like wounds? Dead tissue doesn't heal, of course, but Spike never thought of that. Now, at least, the ability to speak had returned to Twilight.

"Spike! The sedatives! On the drawer there! Bring me..."

RRRRIIIPP!

The last of the leather restrains broke, and the creature took its first unsteady steps on the floor. It was trembling, but it had at least stopped screaming. Now it was...just grunting. Spike and Twilight both noticed with fear that the creature’s eyes were green. And those green eyes looked...not that friendly on them. Not at Spike at least...but then it looked at Twilight. It started to move towards her.

"Mmmmmm?"

Twilights fear was immediately replaced with another. Pride. Mothers Pride. She had created this herself, and with no bloody stallion involved! She had the right to be proud of her work!

"Come here...come here!"

She encouraged the creature to keep moving. 

" Yes...one more step, good girl! Good girl!"

The creature’s movement got steadier with every step. And it also looked more and more confident. 
And then it all broke. Spike never repulled the first lever and therefore, when the lightning once again struck one of the conductors, the energy flew through the equipment once again and from there it went through the contracts.

That was a big part of Dr Frankenponys project, the parts where the electricity would go into the body. Twilight thought the original design was practical, but much to big to be discreet. So, instead she put the cathode and anode to be mostly hidden by the skin, and the contracts were to be inserted rather then stuck on. The contracts were pretty small, and shaped like triangles. But since they were no longer attached to the creature, they just lay on the table, two meters apart. Which ment, that when the lightning struck, a spark of 2000 Ampere filled the room with bright light and there was an enormous BANG. The creature got terrified, and screaming wildly, it knocked Twilight over and ran in panic out of the laboratory. Spike held the sedative in his claws, but the spark made him thrust the needle into his own knee... And so, the creature left the castle, leaving behind a sleeping dragon and a knocked out Unicorn. Not that it knew that. But it was a fact nevertheless. 

…

Only discord knows what can be found in the mind of a new existence, and in this, a semi-new existence, he would probably dived in head first. However, Discord was still captured in stone for the second time at this very moment, so no one was there for the poor creature. And that was probably for the best.

For the first hour of existence, it had felt pain, fear, rain, cold, loneliness, panic and finally, hunger. Running through the everfree forest in the middle of the night, in a Thunderstorm is NEVER a good idea. Unfortunately, it did not know this.
But when you are about one hour old, I guess that can be excused. The creature had stopped running. The thunderstorm was moving away, as it walked through the forest. Everything was new, and scary, and exciting. It tried to eat things. Bark tasted nohing. Leaves were ok. Grass was divine but Dandelions were heavenly. Not that those words meant anything to the creature, but it was so it felt. The creature was so very hungry, that it didn't notice it wasn't alone anymore...

...

Back in the castle, Twilight had reagined consiousness. She tried to wake spike, but the sedatives were strong. It would be some more hours. But every hour was precious. Where were her creation? All alone in the forest with noone to supprt or encourage her...Twilight started to cry when she thought of her poor lonely creature. There was no time to wait for Spike. Twilight placed him on her back, an left the castle, heading east.

...

The creature looked unsteady at the Timberwolves. It had no idea what they were, but it had at least realized that they were dangerous. It treid to offer them some dandelions, an offer which the wolves ripped apart. They started to howl. a pony, anlone in the middle of the night. This would make an easy snack...

When faced with extreme danger, the basic routines of the brain kicks in. The first one should be hiding or running. The creature looked around. No, no opportunity for that. For what it was worth, fighting was the only solution. So, the creature threw itself forward, and charged right into the timberwolf pack, with it hooves stretched out in front of it. 

The sound of wood breaking filled the woods. The creature hadn’t charged THAT much, and still, it had defeated its first threat. The leader of the Timberwolve pack were now only a pile of cracked wood and the others were a shaking mess, curled up against each other on the other side of the pile. The creature looked at its hooves, then the pile of wood, and then the hooves again. Then, it looked at the rest of the wolf pack, and grunted, low and aggressive. The wolfs scrammed. 

The creature looked after them. This was a very special moment. It was the first thing the creature had learned about itself. It was strong. It could hurt things. It could break things. It could scare things.

The creature gave out a victorious roar, then it charged on through the forest. For the one being strong, there was always food. Somewhere.

...
"Twilight, this is impossible! We will never find her!"

"We must find her, Spike! If someone else finds her first...They will take her away from me!"

"Twilight...is that REALLY the biggest issue?"

"YES! Now keep looking!"
...

The night slowly erutpted into day. The creature had fed, it had slept, and now it was exploring. It was making its way through the forest rather violently, because it only knew how to awoke fear, and it didn't want to meet any more opponents. Pretty soon, it had moved out of the everfree, and walked over to a smaller forest, that were under ponyvilles jurisdiction.
There it stopped. Next to a small brook sat a small thing that looked like...the creature.

It was Pound Cake, the Pegasi son of the owners of Sugercube corner. What was he doing out here all alone? Oh, he wasn't alone. He had been playing with his sister and parents. But Cup managed to trip over a stone, making a wound on her hind leg. So, her parents took her in to care for her and to put on a plaster. Pound didn't want to go in. And since nothing really dangerous was around, he was allowed to stay.

Of cource the creature didn't know this. It just saw a little samethingasme throwing things in the brook. It started with grass, and then it went on with flowers. The creature decided to take a closer look. Pound Cake turned his head. He did not recognize this pony, but it looked funny. Not scary. So, he giggled. The creature liked that sound. It wanted to hear it more. So, it sat down, next to Pound, and tossed flowers. There they sat for a while, in peace, united in giggling and grunts. The creature could not giggle. But it wanted to learn. Now it new more about itself. It liked giggling. It liked small samethingasmes. And it enjoys wet things that streamed. It sounded soothing.

But then.... The creature noticed that they were out of flowers. Well, at least if you didn't want to walk some distance. So, was there anything nearer? 
Yes...those little things on the back of the small thingy looked a bit like petals. Those would probably be good! The creature grabbed pound and started to tear of the wings. Well, at least it tried. But they did not come off! The creature charged more, but they still was stuck, though they were quite wibbly. 
Pound was screaming with pain and terror. The creature got afraid again. Why was the little samethingasme screaming? They had been playing, right? There were still playing, right? So why was the little samethingasme screaming? WHY? The sound irritated and frightened the creature. It wanted it to stop. It held its hooves in front of the muzzle, but that didn't help. In panic, the creature threw the little on into the brook. 
Poundcake couldn't swim. After all, he was only three. Very soon, the little pegasi foal were floating, face down in the water, lifeless.
The creature liked the fact that it was silent. But it was bad the things on the back didn't come of. It sat itself down againg, looking at the things that floated in the brook.

"Pound! Where are you?"

Sounds. Lound sounds. Sounds of what could be biggerthingslikemes. The creature didn't like them at all. Perhaps the wanted to fight? The creature probably could scare them. 

"POOOOUUND! WHERE AAARE YOUUU?"

To much noice. The creature didn't want noice. It wanted to go home. So it turned back into the everfree. There it was silence. There it could be alone. There it was the ruler.

Mr and Mrs Cake just got a small sight of the creature as it ran off.

"What the hay was that? And...where is pound?"

They looked down in the brook. Then they screamed.