LTF Foundation (Intro)

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The Foundation: Founded shortly after the first incident [see Interview Log with LTF-173], the Foundation is devoted to keeping all strange, misunderstood, or otherwise dangerous objects away from the public eye and hoof. Here, the team sees to the protection and containment of all aforementioned things and ponies that propose at least some threat to the general populace. It is located beneath [REDACTED], with more than [REDACTED] on-site containment chambers, all with their own unique LTF item.

LTF: LTF is actually just an acronym. It stands for the Love, Toleration, and Friendship of Equestria, but it’s more commonly referred to as an acronym for the classes used in identifying the level of potential danger that items have outside the facility: Love, Tolerate, Fear.

Object Classification: Love, although sounding as if the LTF will not promote danger, implies that the Foundation has found a way to safely and efficiently contain it. Safe objects are believed to be completely known. Only during the event of a containment breach do they still pose a threat. Tolerate is just as the name would imply; these items can be managed, but still provide some challenge and significant danger - especially in the event of a breach. Fear is the highest classification level. Only the two highest levels of security are given to their containment chambers; they are the most dangerous, as they could possibly cause an end-of-Equestria scenario - involving both genocide and mass destruction - if not contained properly. As their classification hints, these should be feared and avoided at all costs when not being experimented on or trying to be contained.

Clearance Levels: There are five levels of security in the facility. The higher the level, the higher classification it has. Safe objects require security of no higher than 3. Tolerable objects are accessible to those with Level 3 or 4 Security Clearance, depending on documented classification required. Feared objects are the most classified, with only personnel of Level 4 or 5 gaining access. Documents of every individual LTF are classified to those with both the right clearance to the actual LTF and all personnel only one level below the right clearance. In the event that a clearance level changes, so too does access to the document and employed staff placement on the respective LTF.

Foundation Staff: Staff consists of four easy-to-remember Classes: A, B, C, and D, all with specific regulations and clearance levels decreasing as the list goes down. Class A consists of only the most-esteemed officials in Equestria, better known as authorized members of the royal families. Current authorization granted to: Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Discord, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Spike (only accompanied by another Class-A), Princess Cadance, Prince Shining Armor, and all Elements of Harmony (on request). This class is allowed maximum access, and they are the only ones to receive Level 5 (Maximum) Clearance keycards. Any other possession or reproduction of these cards is to be destroyed, and the user is to be questioned. The same goes for Elements of Harmony who have not requested their visit. Class B is made up of some of the smartest ponies in Equestria, conducting the research and organizing experiments that Class A isn’t always around for. Among these individuals, who have all sworn themselves to secrecy with Class A, are trusted doctors like Doctor Horse and Nurse Redheart. Doctor Whooves, too, is a part of the team, unlike his counterpart [see LTF-049]. Also among them are several former students of the royal family. This group is often led by the calculations of Princess Twilight and Princess Cadance when they have the time to spare. Researchers are provided Level 1 Clearance keycards upon employment, and they may work their way up to Level 4. Class C (Security) is sworn to secrecy, just as Class B, but their job isn’t quite as important; though, some of the staff would argue that Class C provides what neither of the two preceding groups could: subjects to experiment on and the muscle (or disciplinary action) to get those subjects where they need to go. Class C is also provided Level 1 keycards upon joining the staff; they may earn up to a Level 3 keycard as they put hours in, but they may not, under any circumstance, be given clearance above Level 3.

Class D Personnel (Test Subjects): The “subjects” mentioned above are created at the start of each month. At this time, all Class C’s will congregate at the Mirror Pool [see LTF-001], using the mined cavern under [REDACTED] [see LTF-003] to get there. Once there, they will all take turns cloning exactly one copy of themselves before subduing them whether through magic or strength to prevent the clone from cloning itself, thus making it impossible to tell the clones from the original in time [see Incident LTF-001-A]. The incapacitated clones are then taken back through LTF-003 and placed into individual cells until they awake for whatever Class B or A may have in store for them. A small squad of guards then escorts the clone (most often not their own clone, to further prevent risk) to the assigned containment chamber of the LTF they have been chosen for experimenting with. Experiments often include two or three Class D’s, but the past has shown that the upper Classes have at one point or another asked for any number between one and twenty (though the latter has only happened once, and it is not recommended in future tests [see Incident LTF-1162-A]). At the end of every month, all on-site unicorns (and alicorns if any) are given the task to use magic to send all Class D personnel back into LTF-001 to be summoned again the following day. This is to decrease the chances of an uprising; the memories of the clones’ experience as a Class D have all shown to be wiped by LTF-001.

Specialization: Always in the Foundation, there are many jobs to be done, and some ponies are better at certain jobs than others. For example, earth ponies work best at being Class C, and unicorns make up most of Class B. Class A, as stated before, consists mostly of alicorns. The lack of pegasi staff is currently being looked into. It is unknown at the time of writing why any and all pegasus staff have quit within a week of starting their work at the facility, but testing and theorizing has nearly confirmed that it is somehow connected to the Rainbow Dash clone found in sector-██ [see LTF-106] and/or the Fluttershy clone in sector-██ [see LTF-096].

Addendum A: From this point forward, there shall be no more unicorns occupying the facility as a Class-C [see incident LTF-001-A].

Addendum B: Cloning and Class C employment of both pegasi and unicorns is now strictly prohibited [see incident LTF-001-B]. Anypony caught of committing this offense is to be reprimanded and demoted a level if possible.

LTF-173: Pinkamena Diane Pie

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"Are you positive about making direct contact via conversation, Princess Twilight?"

Guards surround the Class A individual as a means of protection, with a Researcher advising Twilight Sparkle and telling her about the situation.

"Yes, absolutely. It's better for me to converse with her rather than a Class B. She used to be a friend of sorts; this is the only hope we have of securing the truth of what really happened. I have activated a spell within myself to record the following audio and visuals of the next four hours with little to no signs of me using my magic. As always, all of you are to keep a direct line of sight with the... 'subject.' Tap a hoof on the floor to signal when you need to blink. I presume that you've all taken the prescribed eyedrops?"

"Yes, princess."

"'Doctor', if you don't mind. Princess is just a day job."

"Of course, Doctor Sparkle."

"Back to 173. What has been her behavior as of late?"

"Subject has been moving slower than usual. It now appears to be somewhat akin to a schoolyard version of Red-Light-Green-Light, with her movement now ending as victims look towards her, whereas she previously wouldn’t move at all when looked at. Her game may be changing, but it must be further looked into."

"Let's hope she doesn't decide to play tag," laughs Sparkle. There is a short pause in which Twilight stops dead in her tracks, followed by the Class C individuals and the researcher. "Then again, that's not unlikely." She turns to the informer. "Further research advised and requested by Class A."

"Duly noted." Hoofsteps continue after the researcher’s response, indicating the resumed path of travel to the Interrogation Room, where LTF-173 is guarded by four Class C's, all blinking in a regular cycle to ensure 173's continued observation and, as a result, safe containment. The door of the room opens upon a guard’s insertion of a Level 3 key card from the outside. Into the room walk reportedly six guards, one researcher, and Doctor Sparkle - Class A. The room now contains Doctor Sparkle, LTF-173, ten Class C's, and one Class B. Total room capacity: 13. The likelihood of all staff blinking at the same time is extremely improbable.

Doctor Sparkle proceeds to approach the table at which LTF-173 is stationed and slides over a waiting stool. She then sits down and puts her hooves together on the table: a position somewhat akin to a therapist. LTF-173 during this time is completely motionless, if not for her own blinking and signs of breathing. Her mane and tail, as usually noted, are in a straight style and darker than her counterpart's. Her eyes are seemingly more watery than usual, just as her coat is paler. The doctor leans forward and more closely examines these qualities before speaking.

"Hello, Pinkamena. You look rather sad today. Is everything alright?"

At this point, 173 licks her lips - seemingly to prepare speaking, but she sighs without saying a word.

"I heard you got served an extra big meal today in preparation for this interview. Was it nice?"

Subject silently nods and lets her gaze fall to the table, between her two restrained hooves (at this time, 173 is held back by metal shackles). Subject returns to eye contact with Doctor Sparkle. Expression described by on-site personnel to be of longing: not quite sadness. Despite this, Pinkamena appears now to be near tears.

Class A nods back in response to the subject. Her tone subtly shifts from comforting to serious. "It doesn't take much to be able to tell that you want out of here, Pinkie. We all know full well that you just want to roam free in Equestria and have fun, right? That's why you were made in the first place, after all."

At the mention of freedom proposed by Doctor Sparkle, 173's eyes light up, and she seems to breathe more heavily. "Please," is all the subject utters before resuming silence.

"We both want the same thing: to get you out and about again. The same goes for most of the LTFs. All we've ever wanted was to rehabilitate all of you and let you live your lives in Equestria again. However, we can't do that until we understand fully what you are and be convinced you won't do anything to harm Equestria's inhabitants. You might think that just because you're in the 'Tolerate' object class you can't get out of here, but I assure you; that is definitely not the case. All I need is for you to explain to me what happened two years ago, before you were first brought here."

Subject's eyes narrow onto Doctor Sparkle in a focused, non-threatening manner.

"Yes, Twilight. I'll tell you everything."

I walked down the dusty back-roads of Ponyville. It was late at night, and I was cold. Cold and alone. All I kept thinking about was how I could convince all of my friends that I was the real Pinkie.

Earlier in that day, it took so much effort to avoid them and keep me from taking whatever "test" they had in mind. I already knew ahead of time it would be something awful: something that only the "fake" Pinkies could fail to do, when in reality, the first to fail would have likely been the real one. That's why I wasn't there. That's how I avoided it; I knew I'd fail because of my true nature, but nopony even thought about that, did they? No, they all sat there, with backwards logic and foolish minds. None of them thought that maybe, just maybe, the sad Pinkie they deemed the winner was just a good actor. A defective clone, even! No, no - everything was fine! The real Pinkie was with them at last!

But she wasn't. While that pink impostor spent the day alive, having fun with her friends, air in her cloned lungs and blood in her cloned heart, I greeted all the town's ponies as I normally would and all around was just myself, hoping that somepony might catch on the truth. But not a single pony did. "Rejoice, rejoice! The REAL Pinkie has been found!" I heard in my dreams that night.

Not even dreams that night. Horrid night terrors that kept me awake until the moon was high in the sky. I had felt abandoned in the moonlight, the quiet humming of insects being my only friend now. I wanted... something. A part of me broke, to see that all my friends had been fooled. I didn't want to sleep anymore; instead, I got this thirst for blood: a taste of primal instincts we lost so long ago.

I wanted revenge.

The night was so still and silent as I came up to the Apple house. It wasn't far from where I slept, but my hooves felt heavier the closer I got to the door. The adrenaline I had helped me keep my pace, though. I got there and knocked, then I counted the seconds until somepony answered.

One, how many hours I need.
Two, how many eyes she won't have.
Three, how many wounds she'll have in the end.
Four, how many days it will take for them to find her body.
Five, how many hairs will be left on her head when I'm finished.
Six, how many ponies I will have done this to by the end of the week.

The door opened. It wasn't Applejack like I was hoping. It was her little sister. Of course, it had to be the most innocent of all her family to open that door. I became angry, but I was calm enough to ask the yawning filly were her sister was. And she responded, in her typical accent, that she was out partying "with the girls." My girls. The friends that belonged to me.

She asked me what I was doing there, since I was the one being celebrated. If my mentality wasn't already completely crushed, that was it. I laughed as I raised a hoof and smacked her to the ground; and I laughed harder as she looked up at me, seeming confused, and sniffled; and I laughed harder still as I started smacking her silly. I could see the red of her insides protruding on her cheeks, soon enough leaking onto the floor. I pinned her down with my back hooves and squeezed her throat with my others. The vessels in her eyes popped, and I could see the throbbing in her lower neck. I saw the life drain from her, and it felt great! But, good things don't last. She lost consciousness before any real time had passed; but I wanted more: wanted so much more.

I dragged her by her tail over the dirt road and into the Everfree Forest. Twigs got caught in her hair, and bugs crawled in her mouth. I didn't stop for any of her problems. There was somewhere I had in mind for her in particular: the Mirror Pool. I wanted her to see what it's like to be forgotten by your friends: how difficult it is and how impossible it is to cope with.

With her tail still in my mouth, I pushed the rock blocking the entrance out of the way and threw her down the hole. As soon as I heard the loud thud and what sounded like the shattering of bone, I slid down behind her. Without caring too much, I let her cushion my fall. It drew a far-off groan from the little bitch: finally awake and ready for what came next. I saw how twisted her back-right hoof was and smiled. She couldn't get out if she wanted to. And she would want to get out very, very soon.

I bucked her into the nearest corner, knelt down next to her, and waited for her to open her eyes. They were watering and losing color. Absolutely beautiful. I giggled at her and giggled louder as she pleaded to go home: "Please, Pinkie! Ah won't tell anypony!!" It all made me laugh so much harder. When I finally regained my composure, I cupped her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"I know you won't. So why not make sure you don't go back on that promise?" I snickered. "I'll be back tomorrow. Try not to die until then. It'd be a shame if I sent your sister in here so soon, if you catch my drift." I blew a strand of hair out of my face. I then pointed to the Mirror Pool. "There's what you get. Drink to your heart's content. Just don't fall in. You won't hit a bottom."

All around me I saw the familiar underbrush of where I'd created so many other Pinkie's. This was where Applebloom would meet her doom and where I'd teach her the rhyme when she was at the end of her life.

For me: for what her sister and her sister's friends had done to me.

I turned to leave the cavern, whipping my tail against Applebloom's face without a care, and I started to climb out of the hole. Reaching the top, pulling myself over the edge, I felt a change. I felt like I'd chosen to do something incredibly important.... I'd chosen to take my vengeance.

From the bottom of the pit, I heard her yell out one last time.

"PLEASE!"

"And the rest, you already know."

Subject's ears flatten as if ashamed, and Twilight nods. Doctor Sparkle appears to be suffering from anxiety after 173 has finished her recounting.

However, she is still quick to be on task.

"But that isn't entirely true. We still don't know what you did that night and the next morning. Would you mind telling us?" the doctor questions.

"What, you want me to admit to something? Yes, okay? I did kill those ponies.

"After I sealed the entrance again and headed back in the direction of Ponyville, I decided that I'd play a kind of game until i went to go see Applebloom the next day. I'd only move when nopony was looking at me.... And I ended up snapping about ten necks that night, getting faster and faster the more I practiced - focusing on the concentrated movements to use when somepony blinks. I had it down to such little margins of error that I had pretty much been a master by the time the sun rose."

"All twelve were victims of yours?"

Subject leans back in her chair and appears to clench one hoof - irritated. "You might take me for a psychopath, Twilight, but I'm not some killer that keeps a kill count like counting days until Hearth's Warming or something like that. I did what I did because I was abandoned: abandoned, betrayed,
and alone. You chose an impostor and assumed by my actions that I was the fake. But tell me; what would you have done, if you were in my place?"

"I wouldn't have tried to kill somepony so near and dear to my friends," Sparkle answers politely, albeit somewhat nervous as to how 173 may react. But instead, Pinkamena says nothing. She no longer tightens her hooves or does anything of note: just looks straight ahead at Twilight, awaiting a decision to be made on her part. "I will admit, Pinkamena... you've surprised me just by telling the truth for so long. Your story lines up perfectly with Applebloom's. Just one more question: how did it feel when you saw Luna standing beside Applebloom, the moment before you were incapacitated and brought to the dungeons before transferring here upon the Foundation's establishment?"

"...Like seeing that fake with you and the others all over again."

"..."

"I realized too late the communication they would have. And it cost me. Look at me, Twilight."

The interviewer and interviewee are completely unflinching for the next ten seconds as they analyze one another. 173 seems to be more worried than Doctor Sparkle during this time.

"Hmm... at this point, I'd like to take the time to introduce you to somepony that might find an apology a bit more pertinent. She certainly deserves it."

Twilight knocks twice on the table, signaling the researcher to open the door. The researcher does as instructed, the sound of her keycard sliding through the slot with a beep. Personnel all report Applejack to be standing in the doorway and quickly entering before the researcher once again closes the door. 173's eye contact with Doctor Sparkle breaks, and she focuses on the orange earth pony. No aggressive tendencies are yet present, though Pinkamena does appear to be on edge at this point.

Visual confirmation of Applejack becomes present as she steps into the peripheral of Twilight's recording spell. She is shown in the footage to be shaking, and her words come out in a stutter. "H- hey there, P- Pinkamena."

"It's okay, Applejack. She can't hurt you," Twilight reassures her friend, still keeping her eyes on 173.

Applejack takes a deep breath and nods.

"Now," Twilight addresses Pinkamena, "is there something you'd like to say, Pinkie?"

A watery film scales over 173's eyes. Some personnel report it now to have appeared fake, but some thought that it seemed genuine. "Please... AJ... I'm so sorry. I know I hurt your sister; I know I did... but I felt like nopony remembered me! Like none of you could see through the clone's lies! I was being delusional, crazy, stupid. I really AM sorry though. I don't ever want to hurt anypony ever again!"

Applejack takes a step back, out of view of the recording. "...Hurt? Ya won't 'hurt' anypony anymore?"

"No! I swear!"

"What about all of those innocent ponies ya KILLED?! Y'all just 'won't do it anymore'? And we're s'pposed to just believe ya? My little sister is still bedridden! We don't know for sure yet if she'll ever walk again! How would you like it if I crippled one of YOUR siblings?"

"Applejack! PLEASE!"

"Ya gonna scream for mercy like my sister did, huh?"

The conversation stops as 173 does not answer. Instead, she looks back down at her hooves the same way she had been at the start of the interview.

A sigh is heard consistent with that of Applejack's voice. Her next words are fairly horse and seem partly regretful. AJ claims that this was because of what she next hinted at.

"Listen. I can't forgive ya for everything ya did, and I won't let me or my family be around you if you manage to get out of here."

"I thought that I needed your forgiveness to get out of here in the first place..?"

"Well, I think there's somepony else who just might find ya more deserving of walkin' free."

173 looks back up at AJ and tilts her head as Doctor Sparkle again knocks twice on the table. The card-slot beeps once more, and personnel report Pinkie to have entered the room before being sealed in with the rest. Personal reports by the staff report her wearing the usual smile and barely managing to keep herself from bouncing, as is typical with Pinkie Pie's visits to the Foundation.

"Hiya, me!"

173's attention is quickly captured by her counterpart. She puts on a smile. All recounts of the event claim it as clearly staged, and some report it to have been half done while her teeth clenched. Pinkamena remains silent, but tries hard to look happy.

"Is it really true that you're sorry for everything you did?"

Beginning to quiver in her seat now, 173 nods.

"And you really won't do it anymore? You won't try to hurt me or our friends?"

Again, 173 nods. Her quivering escalates the longer her eyes stay trained on Pinkie.

"Then we don't have a reason to keep you here anymore! You can finally get out and have fun in Equestria!"
Personnel recall Applejack quickly grabbing Pinkie by the shoulder opposite her. "Pinkie, you're not really just going to forgive her like that, are ya? Y'all know how many families she ruined!"

At this point, Pinkamena continues to shake at an escalated speed. Twilight never moves her gaze, and it is completely unexpected for any part of 173's body besides the head to be moving while observed. Twilight and Pinkamena's breathing are both picked up by audio recording as Pinkie and Applejack reportedly turn to her. Pinkie, though, quickly laughs it off. "See, AJ? She's just itching so bad to get out that she can't even hold still!"

173 looks directly at Doctor Sparkle and huffs. Her teeth grit together, and - through sheer strength - she breaks one of two restraining cuffs despite constant monitoring.

"Pinkie! AJ! Leave the room! GUARDS! SEDATE HER!"

Pinkie and the closest guard follows the order of Twilight, but Applejack is hesitant. As the door slams shut behind the researcher and Pinkie Pie, the guard begins to inject sedatives into Pinkamena's neck as she struggles to free herself.

Applejack yells: "Wait! Only give her half. I need to say somethin'."

173's attempts to swing at the guard Class C are now in vain, as she can barely lift her hoof up. The guard looks at Twilight through his helmet. The alicorn nods, allowing AJ's request to go through. The guard remains with half the sedative still in his emergency needle, ready to incapacitate Pinkamena.

"I've got something to say to you, 'Pinkie Pie,' and I want you to listen. I don't give a rat's ass whether you really are the real Pinkie Pie that's lost her mind, or if y'all are just another psychotic clone like all the others. I'll take a loyal duplicate over a corrupted excuse of what was once real."

Pinkamena spits drool from her mouth, though it's unclear if it had any target in particular or if it had a target at all. "But we both know that's not true."

"Bite me."

"Sedate her," Twilight says calmly to the guard. 173 loses consciousness almost instantly as the rest of the fluid is injected, and two guards begin carrying her back to her containment chamber, two more guards behind the carriers. Twilight turns to the remaining Class C's. "Mark her for return to the Mirror Pool with the normal Class D duplicates. I want no more than one test done before her permanent termination. I believe this has been a good final look into Pinkamena's psychology. You are all free to leave. Except you, Applejack."

"Beg yer pardon?"

"I still want to have you talk with your own duplicate. You still have the time, don't you?"

"Yeah, I think I can do that."

"Great. You can follow me in just a minute; I'll need a moment to edit the LTF-173 document with what we've learned.

"This is Doctor Sparkle, Interview Log with LTF-173, signing off."

Audio and visuals cut off as the spell ends. Edits of the LTF-173 document made without trouble [see attached file below].

Item Number: LTF-173

Common Name: Pinkamena

Object Class: ~~Tolerate~~ Fear

Clearance Level Required: 4

Containment Procedures: Pinkamena is to be sealed in a standard cell with a bed, toilet, and sink. The door to her cell is to be programmed to only open with a keycard of level 4 or 5. She should be fed and given water on a daily basis with the observation of at least four guards and D's with no less than two guards present. When not being fed, her cell is to remain closed at all times when not under experimentation. When being experimented on, there must be at least three Class D's in the testing room whilst a researcher or Class A observes from outside the cell door, giving instructions and looking away as necessary. LTF-173 is to only be tested one more time before being sent back into the Mirror Pool, and that final test MUST go through with Class A permission and heavy documentation of her behavior! The experiment will take place in the massive experiment chamber.

Description: Pinkamena, not to be confused with Pinkie Pie, is a pink earth pony with almost no physical qualities differing from her counterpart.

Pinkamena is a clone of Mirror Pool origins, but it will be admitted that her knowledge of Pinkie's life seems to surpass that of most other clones. However, this can be explained by the formula deducted studying the Mirror Pool itself [see LTF-001].

Although she is definitely not the first discovered LTF, she IS the first documented and the first living subject to be placed within the confines of the Foundation. Because of this, she stands as a mark in the hidden history of Equestria. She is also the first of the five Altered Heroes [see LTF-096, LTF-106, LTF-442, and LTF-292]. It should be noted that she is also the first Altered Hero to come into existence, as the other four were created at the same time [see Experiment Log of LTF-001].

Pinkamena was found near the Mirror Pool by Princess Luna and several royal guards with the help of dream communication by an injured Applebloom. After being in the dungeons and transferred to the Foundation within three months, LTF-173 has ceased communication with those outside her cell.

Currently, she is playing a game of her own creation in which she cannot move while in a direct line of sight. The only known exception to this rule is when she does not know when she is being watched.. She focuses her energy into moving as much as possible in the time frame given when somepony blinks. Pinkamena will then proceed to either hug the victim so tightly that their ribs rupture their internal organs, or she will bluntly snap their neck. Preferred method was snapping the neck before relocation to the Foundation. Her number of killings is estimated to fall at twenty-six, with fourteen of them confirmed and the other twelve (before containment) based on presumption.

Upon further examination, it was revealed that some of her features do not line up with Pinkies. It's worth noting that Pinkamena's mane is always in a straight style without any sort of personality, while Pinkie's still shares the same look as magenta cotton candy. DNA testing has revealed that their DNA is not the same. Instead, testing has shown that both strands of DNA are complete opposites of each other.. Additionally, they also do not have the same blood type. No other differences, besides the obvious difference in overall personality, have yet been observed.

Addendum 173-1: Though it won't matter for long, Pinkamena's strength appears to be stronger than previously suspected. It's unknown if Pinkie has the ability to show the same strength [see Interview Log with LTF-173].

Addendum 173-2: Note during her final experiment that she may not follow the rules of her usual "game." If she attempts to breach containment, lethal force is authorized.

Addendum 173-3: LTF-173 is set for exile into the Mirror Pool at the end of the month. All editing of this document will close afterwards, but viewing will still be allowed by staff with the right credentials.

LTF-442: Jacked Apple

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Note: The voices of 442 and Applejack are somewhat similar, but they are distinguishable. Accents of 442 and Applejack have been further exaggerated to provide this clear indication in text.

Video feed by Doctor Sparkle’s horn is established. Visuals are clear and free of static.

“Time is midday. Personal note: I’ve just finished ‘interviewing’ LTF-173. I am now en route to establish a conversation between Applejack and LTF-442, who is as of yet unknown by any other name.”

Twilight’s tone shifts as she turns to Applejack, still walking: “AJ, are you alright to proceed?”

Applejack shows some signs of uneasiness - likely from Pinkamena’s previous outburst [see LTF-173] - but is otherwise collected. “‘Course I am. Y’all said she hasn’t spoken to anypony yet?”

“No. She hasn’t asked any questions either, so we assume that either she knows where she is, or she's too scared to ask.”

“Or she doesn’t care.”

“That too.”

The two continue down one of the Foundation’s many tunnels. Twilight turns back to the path of travel, again the Interrogation Room, in which resides LTF-442, four guards, and one researcher; each of the five personnel has been equipped with a concealed syringe. The researcher also holds in his possession a pen and notepad for written documentation. There are no reports of talking from 442, nor do any of the staff report her resisting movement from her cell or fear of any kind. Interestingly, LTF-442 did not show any excitement or urgency in getting out of the cell either.

Doctor Sparkle and Visitor Applejack arrive at the door to the Interrogation Room, which - once knocked on - is quickly opened by the researcher via his Level 3 Keycard and just as quickly closed once the two have entered. For recap, the room holds four guards, one researcher, Visitor Applejack, Doctor Sparkle, and LTF-442.

Video feed confirms subject to be sitting in the seat on the opposite side of a metal table, completely motionless if not for natural breathing and blinking. She has occasionally been reported to shift in her seat or scratch herself at random times, but these are believed to be moments with no ill intentions - though, of course, this has still put the guards on close watch as expected just to be sure. Her orange, slightly-dulled coat does not shine against the light of the Interrogation Room, similar in effect to LTF-173. Her faded, blonde mane matches this description.

LTF-442 looks up at the two newcomers to the room. No ill intent is reported to be in her eyes, but neither is any eagerness; she says nothing. She instead just continues looking, eyes focused between them, not quite documenting their appearances, but seemingly taking note that they are there. After the previous interview, this odd stare leaves the two Elements visibly uncomfortable, clearly shown by the video feed. There is silence for half a minute before Applejack breaks it.

“Golly. She looks just like me. Just... duller.”

“Yeah. Yeah, she does,” Sparkle replies.

“Don’t get a bad vibe from ‘er though. You?”

“Not at all. She seems normal.”

Applejack approaches the subject and takes a seat on the opposite side, closest to the entrance. She leans in a bit closer, studying her near-mirror image. All through this short time, 442 makes eye contact with Applejack and appears very calm. She even appears to help Visitor Applejack look at “herself” by turning her head slightly one way before turning it the other. Applejack, too, seems calmed by the experience, but also fascinated.

When finished, AJ leans back in the wooden chair and maintains eye contact not for danger of death like with 173, but seemingly only implied politeness. “Got a name? 442 ain’t exactly the best soundin’. ‘Specially if we’re gonna be talkin’ all normal-like.”

The voice that responds is similar, though less extreme, compared to Applejack’s in both accent and volume, but it seems to be a bit more raspy and a margin more deep, though still clearly feminine. This is not to be confused with threateningly horse, as all that have talked with 442 now have admitted that her voice is actually quite soothing to hear. “No, I got no name.”

AJ turns backwards to Twilight. “Sure don’t sound as close to me as Pinkamena does to Pinkie, huh?”

Twilight nods, and AJ turns again to the clone and speaks: “Then ah reckon ah’ll just have to be givin’ ya one.”

“I said I got no name,” 442 repeats, still calm.

“...Right, ah heard ya. ‘Course ya wouldn’t have a name. Doctor Sparkle here told me y’all haven’t talked to anypony since ya got here. Ya couldn’t have gotten a name.”

“I said, ‘I got no name.’”

AJ again turns back to Doctor Sparkle. “Am ah misinterpretin’ something here?”

442 again speaks to her counterpart, drawing AJ’s attention. 442 is as collected as she was during the first moments of the interview: “My name ain’t Jacked Apple.”

“Not Jacked Apple? That doesn’t help much,” Applejack answers.

“My name ain’t Jacked Apple,” 442 says.

“Why are ya repeatin’ yerself?”

“So that ya don’t understand what I’m trying to say,” the subject replies indifferently.

“But if ya do that when ah’m tryin’ ta help ya... wait. Hold on just a damn minute,” Applejack says, bringing up both hooves in front of her counterpart. “How many hooves am ah holdin’ up?”

“Not two,” 442 lies.

AJ puts both hooves down onto the table. “And now?”

“More than none.”

Applejack smiles with satisfaction and turns back to face Twilight again. “Ah get it; she can’t tell the truth because she can’t!”

AJ and 442 face each other again. “So yer name is Jacked Apple, then?”

“Nope.”

“And y’all were named that by... the Mirror Pool?”

“Nope.”

“Well then... now we can try gettin’ somewhere!”

It’s worth noting at this point that Jacked Apple is not like how Doctor Sparkle describes the “Discorded” version of Applejack; this version of AJ implies what truths she can and doesn’t try to cover up lies when given the chance.

Now having figured out the base nature of 442, from now on mostly referred by Applejack as “Jacked Apple,” the two appear more comfortable than ever conversing. Neither one of the two shows any hostility or signs of hatred. Personnel that were present at the time of recording report that they talk like best friends, perhaps sisters even. The most common statement, concurred with by Doctor Sparkle, is that they speak as if they know each other, but this is a definite truth when put into the context of Jacked Apple simply being a clone with the same memories as Applejack.

Applejack checks to be sure that this is the case, though it is unintentional: “Remember when Big Mac busted his ribs during that apple-buckin’ competition ah - we - beat ‘im in?!”

“Nope!”

The pair doubles over in laughter, Jacked Apple’s snorts a lot less defined than Applejack’s but nonetheless just as often. They both recover from the giggle-fits at the same pace, and Applejack gets significantly more serious about finding new information.

“Alright, let’s try this: can y’all move yer hoof from my left side of the table to my right?”

Jacked Apple nods, and she does exactly as asked: not reversed.

Twilight steps in at this point and sits on the floor, next to Applejack, who is still in the chair. She puts a hoof on her chin. “Hmmm... Applejack, may I try making her do something for me?”

“Ah don’t see why not. Not like it’s my permission ya need anyway,” Applejack nudges her head in the subject’s direction. Twilight confirms by nodding that she gets the message, and then focuses on the cloned mare across from her.

“Hello, Jacked Apple.”

“Howdy, Doctor Sparkle.”

“Mind if I ask you some questions?”

“Yeah, I mind.”

Twilight appears confused for only a moment before clearing her throat, seemingly mentally reassuring herself. “Right then. Why is your name Jacked Apple?”

“You can’t blame the Mirror Pool. It didn’t give me the name,” she rolls her eyes.

“Ah. So is ‘Jacked Apple’ short for ‘Hijacked Applejack’?” Doctor Sparkle asks.

“Nope, you’re wrong,” 442 responds, confirming Twilight’s suspicion. The researcher in the room continues to jot notes down.

“Here, I’d like to ask you to do something else,” the alicorn proposes. “I’m going to ask you some yes or no questions, and I want you to shake your head if the answer is no or nod if the answer is yes.”

“Alrighty,” Jacked Apple agrees, neither lying nor telling the truth.

“Great. Now, do you know where you are?”

Jacked Apple nods, saying nothing. However, she is still smiling, seemingly happy to participate in the interview.

“Are we currently alone in the room?”

442 shakes her head, still remaining silent.

Twilight stops for a moment, thinking over the answers. “...Are you in the LTF Foundation?”

Jacked Apple nods. No malicious intent is detected, but both Doctor Sparkle and some of staff present report getting chills from the response. Despite this, Doctor Sparkle wastes no time asking the next question: “Are you all-knowing?”

Jacked Apple nods, leaving Twilight to sit back and smile at her. The good doctor stands and looks toward the researcher.

“I think we’ve just found the best research tool we could possibly get our hooves on. Let’s close this interview and examine all evidence. She’s not getting terminated any time soon.” After addressing the researcher, Twilight turns back to 442. “And Jacked Apple, you may just be able to get out of here when we finish making sure you’re safe to leave. Thank you for your time.”

“It certainly wasn’t my pleasure, Doctor Sparkle.”

Twilight is again reported to have smiled at the test subject. “Okay. Great. This is Doctor Sparkle, Interview Log 442-A, signing off.”

Visual and audio feed ceases as Doctor Sparkle’s spell ceases voluntarily. Initial documentation recorded but not yet finalized. Experiment 442-01 follows.

Feed is established five days after initial interview. Subject “Jacked Apple” has been well nourished and has slept well. The purpose of this experiment was to conduct more radical questions, namely about philosophy, to determine how far her knowledge goes.

Feed opens in the Interrogation Room, occupied by the same eight individuals that were in the original interview: four guards, one researcher (with clipboard for note-taking), Applejack, Twilight, and LTF-442. 442, now designated as “Jacked Apple,” sits in the same place she had before. All individuals in the room are calm.

“Jacked Apple,” Doctor Sparkle announces, “we would like to ask you some more questions.”

“What would you like to know?” Jacked Apple asks.

“Just some natural philosophical questions, nothing you shouldn’t be able to answer. But let us know during any time if you can’t answer. We won’t push you.”

“Alrighty, Doc.”

“Applejack, take the wheel,” Twilight states, handing to Visitor Applejack a sheet of paper with different questions written on it. “Ask them in whatever order you want. And Jacked Apple, continue to answer yes and no questions by nodding or shaking your head, if you would. It makes gathering information much easier.” Twilight now steps back, leaving Applejack to sit opposite from 442 and begin asking questions.

“Have they been treatin’ ya okay?” Applejack asks, concerned. It’s worth noting that the sheet of paper did not have such a question written on it.

The clone nods, and AJ starts inquisitively asking the questions on the paper. Said questions are ranked from least interesting to most interesting. “Do y’all know what Doctor Sparkle had for breakfast?”

The subject nods.

“What was it?”

“Wasn’t daisies and carrots.”

Applejack turns to Twilight. “She right?”

The alicorn confirms that daisies and carrots was indeed what she had, but mentions that there was something else as well. “Try asking if she knows what I drank.”

“What’d she drink this mornin,’ JA?”

“It wasn’t water.”

“Is that right, Twi?”

“I did,” the Doctor states. “Please continue. We’re already starting to learn more.”

“Alrighty. Next is... do ya have feelings?”

A nod.

“Ya need ta eat and drink to survive?”

A nod.

“Can…” Applejack stops as she silently reads the next question, written as “Can you be killed?” AJ does not ask at first. “Aw c’mon. Don’t make me ask her that!”

“That’s alright, Applejack. I’ll ask,” Doctor Sparkle takes over (for the time being). “Can you be killed, Jacked?”

Response is delayed, but it is yet another nod.

“Are you okay with asking the next?”

AJ again reads the next question to herself. “Yeah, ah think so. JA? How do ya know all the things ya do?”

“I just don’t. I know where I could’ve gotten the truth; might not have been the Mirror Pool though....”

“So y’all think that the Mirror Pool is why ya know everything?”

She nods.

“Alright then. Is there a limit to yer knowledge?”

She shakes her head.

AJ stops for a moment before asking the next one aloud. “Is there life we don’t know about yet?”

A nod, which gets several shivers from some ponies on the scene.

“What is it like?”

NOTE: ANYPONY SPREADING INFORMATION OF WHAT LTF-442 STATED IS TO BE REPRIMANDED AND IMMEDIATELY REMOVED PERMANENTLY FROM THE FOUNDATION. THE FOLLOWING FILE OF JACKED APPLE’S TESTIMONY IS TO ONLY BE VIEWED BY CLASS-A AND QUALIFIED RESEARCHERS DESIGNATED TO LTF-442.

Before the subject answers, Twilight sends all guards to work on a new assignment.

“They don’t walk on two feet or have better technology than y’all. Don’t have different lifestyles either. Real similar to us ponies. They ain’t called humans.”

Twilight nods at the researcher to write down everything. “And are these ‘humans’ found on the other side of a portal by any chance?”

JA nods.

“Well, there’s information we’ll need to redact,” Doctor Sparkle sighs.

“Okay, JA, last question. This might be a tricky one for ya,” Applejack informs her counterpart. “What if?”

LTF-442’s eyes go wide, and her mouth lays agape before a loud screeching is picked up by audio feed. Visuals show Twilight and Applejack falling to the floor. The visual feed is not on the researcher, so there is no evidence of what happened to him. Visual feed becomes blurry as soon as Doctor Sparkle loses consciousness.

Screeching in the audio feed persists for over two minutes before abruptly stopping as Twilight’s groaning is heard. She rises to the ground as the video feed clears up. Applejack, too, begins to awaken.

“Ugh. What just happened?” Applejack half-mumbles, still recovering. Video feed again shows Jacked Apple sitting opposite of AJ, though she is now seen with a shocked expression.

Subject appears to be hyperventilating and is quickly taken care to by Twilight once the alicorn regains proper footing. “Breathe slowly, Jacked. Calm down, and breathe slowly.”

Subject follows instruction and comes to a quick recovery.

“Can y’all tell us what happened?”

“Y- yup....” stutters the subject.

“Then what- how do ya not know?”

442 appears confused and apprehended, raising both fore-hooves in a surrender stance.

Twilight swivels her head around for the researcher, only to find the clipboard. She picks it up. The final notes begin describing the sound of screeching before the writing’s legibility becomes impossible to read. “Jacked Apple, did you see where the researcher went?”

“He didn’t... didn’t just disappear.”

“Hey Twi? Ah’m thinkin’ we should wrap this up before anythin’ else happens.”

Doctor Sparkle looks all around the room for any sign of change. No alteration is detected besides the lack of the researcher’s presence. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Mind helping me walk her to her cell?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Twilight uses her Level 5 Keycard to open the door as AJ gets the subject to her hooves. The two Class A’s walk closely on either side of Jacked Apple until all three of them are in front of the cell. Again, Doctor Sparkle swipes her keycard through the slot, opening the mechanical, metal door. Applejack hesitates, then speaks: “Wait. Ah have a couple more questions. Just a couple.”

Twilight nods. “Just no more philosophy, okay? Not yet.”

Applejack nods back, and she looks at LTF-442. “If... if ah die, would y’all try to take my place on the farm? Would ya try to take over my life?”

“No. For the reasons you think.”

“Not for the reasons ah think?”

442 nods.

“Ah’ll try to think about that. Just one last question. Then you’re done.

“...Is 173 the real Pinkie, or is she a clone?”

At this point, LTF-442 looks down to the ground, seemingly ashamed and disappointed. “I can answer any question about y’all Elements and your clones. I ain’t sorry.”

“That’s alright,” Applejack assures. “Go on and get in the cell now. Ah’ll come talk to ya later. Twilight? Make sure y’all are easy on her. She don’t mean no harm.”

“Of course, Applejack. And with that, I’d say it’s high-time I make you an offer. How would you like to join us as part of the Foundation staff? Here, we can talk about it in a jiffy.

“This is Doctor Sparkle, Experiment Log 442-01, signing off.”

Loss of feed confirmed. Finalization of document completed once again without incident [see attached file below].

Item Number: LTF-442

Common Name: Jacked Apple

Object Class: Safe - Tolerate (see below)

Clearance Level Required: 3

Containment Procedures: LTF-442 is to be kept in a standard holding cell with included cleaning facilities. The door is to be opened by a minimum of Level 3 clearance. Her cell is to be fitted with a shower, as previously requested after being asked if she would prefer such. Food and water is to be given on a bi-daily basis, preferably of a decent quality, on par with the food of the staff. Direct delivery of cafeteria food is authorized and encouraged.

Upon request to leave her cell, a spell must be cast upon Jacked Apple that leaves her mute. Note that this is to prevent the risk of another incident [see Experiment 442-01]. LTF-442 may not leave her cell until this condition has been met.

Any answered yes-or-no questions are to be documented for analysis. Jacked Apple must remain accompanied at all times when outside her cell. Experiments are being considered, but are as of yet undecided. For now, 442 is to remain within the Foundation like this. It’s been suggested she be allowed to kick down apples and other productive activities favored by Applejack. Pending Class-A approval.

Description: LTF-442 is a female earth pony of a dull-orange color. Her mane is an almost-withered blonde with a trace of white. Upon each flank are three apples. She appears to be the spitting image of an aged Applejack. As with Pinkamena and Pinkie Pie [see LTF-173], Applejack and Jacked Apple’s blood have been reported to go in opposite directions and also to differ in type.

Jacked Apple holds with her a remarkable ability; she is able to answer any question about the past and the present. She is all-knowing. However, she will always answer in a lie. Also, her information is precise and rarely covers wide areas unless the question itself implies a general answer. The subject seems upset by this and wishes that she could tell the truth, but the only way around this has shown to be asking a yes-or-no query and telling the subject to respond by nodding or shaking her head. She prefers to answer in this way to make things less complicated. Staff define her as a cooperative mare and often times forget she is indeed an LTF.

The only thing keeping Jacked Apple from a “Safe” classification is her seemingly too wide sense of knowledge. When asked “What if?” in her first experiment [see Experiment Log 442-01], she caused a researcher to disappear. It is definitely worth noting that the researcher, unlike Doctor Sparkle and Applejack - who were also present, had scored low on Doctor Whooves’s Test of Will. Because of this, it is simply discouraged - although not restricted - for somepony of low willpower to escort or accompany 442.

No other incidents have been reported, and it is suspected by several Class B’s that it may have been due to the fact that the question had no true answer, but many. Under the grounds that a question remains completed and should not cause a paradox (ex. Liar’s Paradox, Time Travel Paradoxes, etc.), many have insisted that enough is known to demote Jacked Apple to “Safe.” This request is currently being considered by Class A, as well as a demotion in Clearance Requirements - from 3, to 2.

My Little Foundation: Love. Tolerate. Fear.

by Tropical Applejack

LTF Foundation (Intro)

LTF-173: Pinkamena Diane Pie

LTF-442: Jacked Apple