Dr. Rare

by Art Inspired

Episode One: Prologue

Author's Note:

The following fiction is an adaptation of Dr. Slump, and it focuses primarily on outdated jokes and questionable themes from Japan that some may find offensive, and/or discomforting. Dr. Slump is owned and written by:
~Akira Toriyama
~Published by Shueisha
~For Monthly Shōnen Jump

On the outskirts of town, surrounded by fairly flat plains of grass stood a house. As winds blew outside, the windows shook and rattled. Just when thunder had begun to strike the fields, a scientist within rose his hooves upwards, and exclaimed, "I've... I've done it! Hahahahah!"

The electric tools that were attached and hung from the ceiling bobbed up and down, and he spun around and around in his chair. His white lab coat ruffled in the air, and as he stood up, his curly, purple mane bobbed a little.

Another bolt of lightning struck the ground.

"The algorithm is perfect! The design... flawless!" He suddenly got angry. "I'd make her way more grown up and marry her myself if I could!" He picked up a separate mini-circuit and held onto it for a moment. "Unfortunately, even if I had perfected my Size Ray Gun, these pieces still wouldn't work. This seemed to be the only way to give the core enough breathing room to operate and function without any problems." He tsked a few times while shaking his curly, unkept head. "A small, insignificant little filly will have to do... but once everypony sees my newest invention... Once they see what I've done..."

He giggled maniacally as he envisioned his fantasy. "Yes! She's but a little filly, but yes, I made her! Yes! Isn't she amazing??? I'm going to be rich and famous! Gahahah!" He laughed, and laughed, and then luxurious mares started to enter his fantasies as well. "Ahh..." This gave him the motivation to get back to it. "Right! She's almost complete... Almost..."

The mainframe was brought down, and as it got closer and closer towards her belly, he yelled out her name to give her life.

"Sweetie!"

There was a pause following a spectacular, electrical light show.

"Belle!"

The atmosphere of his laboratory was incredibly smokey, and all he could see through the haze was a rising figure. His horn shimmered lightly, and once the fog had dissipated, he could see his very own invention much more clearly. He could hear her, too.

She looked up at him to ask, "Hoyo?"