"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist…"
―R. Lutece, Barriers to Trans-Dimensional Travel, 1889
Scootaloo wasn't so sure that she had done the smartest thing when she ran into the Everfree in the middle of the night. This was heavily supported by the fact that she was now being chased by eight timberwolves and was completely lost. Sometimes she wondered how she got herself into these situations. Though at the moment the only thing she was wondering was how she was going to get out of this mess alive. She was quickly getting tired, she still couldn't fly, the timberwolves were catching up, and screaming was not helping. Unfortunately, while she was distracted thinking of some way to survive her last option ended due to an unfortunately placed root.
Scootaloo tripped and somersaulted straight into a tree; if it weren't for the fact that she was in a life or death situation she would have thought it was a pretty cool trick. Of course, staring into the angry green glowing eyes of a timber wolf made other thoughts come to her head. In desperation she spoke aloud; pleading with fate to let her live. "I don't know why I deserve this, but I regret everything I've ever done. I'm sorry I went overboard occasionally when I searched for a cutie mark, I'm sorry I'm not going to be able to learn how to fly from you Rainbow Dash, and I'm sorry I went into the Everfree in the middle of the night." Tears streamed down her eyes as she realized that she was doomed. "I just wanted a dad."
While most would see this display and would regret whatever actions they were doing to cause it, the timber wolf did not care. It was going to protect its territory and get a meal at the same time. It stood up on its hind legs and brought its right paw up to end the filly in a single deadly strike. Suddenly a metal helical object bursted through the wooden creature's chest and stopped only a centimeter before Scootaloo's nose. The little filly went cross-eyed staring at the strange new addition to the timber wolf, wondering what in Tartarus had just happened. The wooden wolf slowly turned its head to face the source of the protrusion only to stare into a single large red glowing eye. 'I regret everything.' Was the last thought that entered the once vicious animal's mind.
Alpha let out a loud angry roar and ripped a large chunk of the strange wooden creature's chest before tossing both chunks away from the strange orange Little Sister. At least his mental programing believed she was a little sister. Though consciously he wasn't too sure; she didn't look like any Little Sister he had seen before. 'Aren't Little Sisters supposed to have yellow eyes, black hair, and little fingers to carry…' Alpha shook his head clear once more as another nosebleed dripped down his face under his helmet. 'Must protect Little Sister.'
Alpha recovered from his strange thoughts and positioned himself between the filly and the rest of the wolf pack. The wolves were beginning to encircle him cautiously; they had never encountered anything like the strange metal and leather pony before them. Maybe they planned to attack him from multiple sides at once Alpha didn't care though; it wouldn't work. With a single thought the machine gun harnessed to the right side of his back came out of its protective metal case with AP ammunition loaded. If Alpha could actually feel emotions he would have smiled under his helmet. The Gatling machine gun span up preemptively and pointed to the nearest wolf on his right.
'Now I see why I have been modified like this: I can shoot my machine gun and use my drill at the same time, while also being able to carry my Little Sister easier.' The Mexican stand off lasted a few moments until the wolf on Alpha's left made the first strike. The wolf pounced towards the Hulking pony and was quickly dealt with by his powerful motor drill. Alpha then opened fire on the wolf to his right ripping it into splinters. He quickly turned the gun on the remaining wolves quickly tearing two more apart. The wolves began to panic as the constant thudding of Alpha's powerful machine gun caused even their wooden ears to ring. Alpha moved in to finish the job launching his drill at the nearest timber wolf and pulling the poor creature before ending it with a burst of his machine gun to its head. Although two of the wolves had managed to escape with their lives he was certain that through their wounds and the smoldering heaps of their fellow pack members that they had learned the first rule of Rapture: Never get between a Big Daddy and his Little Sister.
Satisfied that he and his charge wouldn't be bothered again his faceplate glowed yellow once more and he turned to the little filly to ensure she was unharmed. She was cowering in a small nook in the tree with both her front hooves and her small wings covering her ears. 'Serve Little Sister.' Alpha felt a little confused when that mental command spoke out to him. 'She hasn't asked for anything. What am I supposed to serve her for?' It took him a few moments until he realized that he was expected to comfort her; after all, she just had a near death experience. Carefully Alpha sat on his haunches, picked the little filly up onto his lap, and petted her head. After a few moments of making the most soothing sounds he could her breathing slowed, and she stopped crying.
Once more satisfied that he had done his duty Alpha picked her up by her midsection and held her in the air for a moment to look at her. She looked back at him with big curious violet eyes unknowing of the significance of his actions. She was his Little Sister now and he would protect and serve her for as long as she lived. He then pulled her onto his shoulder and began walking towards signs of civilization in search of either a temporary shelter or a Little Wonders Educational Facility.