Mason awoke upon hearing hoof steps on stone. Clip clop clip clop clip clop clip clop. He could not feel his toes or his fingers nor his arms or legs. Trying to touch his face only yielded in him touching his chin to his biceps. He started breathing rapidly and panicking. He tried touching his feet together but only his knees touched each other. He tried to clap his hands but only his elbows touched each other.
"Ahhhh!" he cried out. He began to thrash around and he fell out of the cot. The cold stone bit into his exposed flesh. Above his huffing, he heard a faint scratching noise and the clopping of hooves again. "Wh-who goes there?" he called out.
The clopping stop and a female voice spoke to him, "So, you are finally awake? And," her voice grew happier, "you can even speak our language! Fascinating!"
"Wh-what? Where am I? Who are you? What happened to me!" Mason questioned anxiously.
"Now, now," the woman spoke, "calm down. You are fine for now."
He crawled over to the voice and the approaching hoof steps but winced when his face met metal bars.
"So, you are blind," the voice noted and he heard the scratching noise again and figured out she was writing. "Were you born that way?"
"What happened to my arms and legs!?" Mason demanded, "Where is my brother? What did you do to him?!"
"I will take that as a 'yes' to the blind question and a 'no' for my second question."
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Mason shouted in rage.
"The one who controls whether you live or die, so I suggest you be on your best behavior," the voice snapped.
"My brother was the good one," he snapped and began banging on the bars with the remnants of his arms, "come closer so I can kick your ass!"
The voice laughed, "Such fight and ferocity! I can tell we are going to have a lot of fun!"
Mason growled and crawled back to the cot. Instead of amusing his captor with his struggle he decided to roll under the cot and hide.
"Subject appears to be approximately twelve hooves tall, weighs about ninety pounds, average build," she began speaking as he heard He her walk around him, most likely around his cell, "blonde of hair, medium length, left eye green, right eye blue "
"What did you say?" he cut her off, "I am blonde and have different colored eyes?"
"Yes, but what use do you have for them? You are blind," she stopped her pacing, "Are you saying you were different where you are from?"
"Yes. For one, I had all my limbs," he snipped, "but I was blind from birth. My brother told me once that I had brown eyes and brown hair, like him. We are twins after all."
"Interesting," he heard her writing, "Did he have any handicaps?"
"Well. . . he was deaf."
"So disabilities are inherent within your bloodline?"
"Yes. My mother was deaf and my father had epilepsy. From what they told me, both sides of the family had health issues."
"What can you tell me of your world?" she inquired.
"Nothing," he said in defiance, "Not until you answer some of my questions."
"Hmm. Very well but answer me this first: what is your full name?"
"Mason. Mason Jethro Amadeus MacBradaigh. Capital M, lowercase A-C, capital B, lowercase R-A-D-A-I-G-H."
"Interesting," she said as she scribbled.
"What's yours?"
"I am Factual Theory,"
Mason chuckled, "Can I call you 'Theorem' then?"
"You may not," she shot.
"Where am I?"
"You are not in the world you once called home."
"What?" he asked confused.
"This is the world of Equus, the Kingdom of Equestria, and in my humble laboratory," Factual Theory explained.
Mason was dizzy. 'Not in the world you once called home'? What? "How did I get here?"
"I brought you here!" she elated, "I am a brilliant scientist! They all said I was 'mad' and 'crazy' but when I show you off to that damn princess she will be the fool!"
"Oh, yeah? If you are so fucking 'brilliant' why did I lose my GODDAMN ARMS AND LEGS!" he shouted.
"Meh, minor detail," she nonchalantly replied.
Mason nearly had an aneurism in his brain, "'Minor detail? MINOR DETAIL'?!" he exploded in anger. Not just in anger, his cell exploded in orange flames which incinerated his cot.
Factual Theory raised a golden magic shield in time to protect her from his combustion.
He huffed on the floor ignoring the smoke, "What the FUCK was that?"
"You are more dangerous than I first thought," Factual Theory stated and put Mason to sleep. "What a very interesting specimen I have collected!"
Canterlot Castle
A monotonous beep sounded in his ear. He felt parched and ached all over. A blinding light penetrated his eyes when he opened them. After a few blinks, his eyes got adjusted to the light and the new place he was in. Luckily, it was not on fire. He recognized it as a hospital by the monitors beside the bed. Although he could see, everything was slightly blurry. Then, he saw it enter the room.
A horse. A small horse. A small white horse. A small white horse with an old time nurses cap. A small white horse with an old time nurse cap and a pink heart with a red cross on the heart marking on its thigh. A small white horse with an old time nurse cap and a pink heart with a red cross on the heart marking on its thigh with blue eyes. A small white horse with an old time nurse cap and a red cross marking on its thigh with blue eyes heading towards him.
Then. It. Spoke.
"How are you feeling?" she spoke in a concerned tone.
"Ahhhh!" Geoffrey screamed in alarm which startled the nurse.
"Oh, dear!" she rushed to his side, "Is something wrong?"
The heart monitor started to beep rapidly. He breathed shallowly and began to start coughing.
"Please calm down!" the nurse tries to soothe him, "Just relax. Take deep breaths."
She gently yet sternly pushed him back down on his chest. "Can you understand me?"
He gazed at her light blue eyes, "Y-yeah," he answered hoarsely.
"Good," she got off the bed and retrieved a bottle he spotted earlier from off the bedside table. "Some water," she said and placed the straw between his lips.
He began drinking the water and his body started to feel rejuvenated. After his swig, he removed the straw from his mouth and said, "Thank you."
She smiled at him, "That is what I am here for. I am nurse Healing Comfort. I will leave and go get the princess. She wanted me to get her as soon as you had woken up."
"Okay," he replied. As soon as she left he examined himself closer. Bandages covered him from toes to head. He could imagine why. His skin felt taught and crispy but he was in no pain just slight discomfort. "Must be the drugs," he thought, "Or because this is a dream. Yeah. This has to be a dream."
He tried to think of what happened to him and only saw flashes of flames. He obviously was not on Pyae. He would ask this "princess" a few questions when she gets here. A few minutes later, he heard hoof steps approaching. Then she entered the room.
An ivory goddess. An ivory goddess with a multicolored ethereal, ever flowing mane. An ivory goddess with a multicolored ethereal, ever flowing mane, dressed in gold. An ivory goddess with a multicolored ethereal, ever flowing mane, dressed in gold, with a sun marking on her thigh. An ivory goddess with a multicolored ethereal, ever flowing mane, dressed in gold, with a sun marking on her thigh that was making her way to him.
"Greetings," she spoke warmly with a comforting smile.
"Salutations," he barely whispered as he swam in her beautiful poudretteite gems.
"I am Princess Celestia, co-ruler of Equestria," she introduced herself.
"My name is Geoffrey Anthony Tarsus, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, your majesty," he nodded, "I would bow but circumstances dictate otherwise."
"So it would seem," she chuckled. "I tried my best to heal you, but for some reason, my magic could not heal you," she spoke apologetically, "Neither could my sister nor our magic combined."
"At least you tried," he replied, "That is all anyone could do. Thank you."
"I am glad you are understanding. We believe our magic did not work on you is because you have a different magic within you," Princess Celestia explained.
"I see. I have never been able to do magic. Magic was a fairy tale in my world." His stomach growled loudly. "Ahem, excuse me."
Celestia smiled, "From what we were to learn from you while you were asleep we discovered you are a carnivore, sadly, we as herbivores, do not have any meat ready for you to eat. Would you mind eating fruits and vegetables?"
"Not at all, your majesty. Thank you," he smiled.
"Great," she turned to the nurse, "Please serve him a meal, nurse."
"At once, your highness!" the nurse bowed and quickly left the room.
"Now, if you will excuse me," she addressed Geoffrey, "I have some matters to attend to. I would like for us to talk some more after I have cleared my schedule. Only if you want to."
"Of course, your majesty. There are a great many things I wish to know."
She smiled, "Then I will take my leave." She got to the doorway and cast a glance back at him before leaving.