I'm trapped here, I'm losing my mind in this padded cell
I'm was imprisoned here when I told my family I saw figures speaking to me. My family thought I was crazy, so they got me incarcerated in a mental hospital... what scares me is if they might be right.
Thanks to MyLittleBronyDude for being a great editor.
I woke with a start as I heard my doctor enter my room, the lock going off with a buzz. He came to give me my daily dose of "detrimental" medicine, then to leave me to wallow in my pity. I looked at him as I frown, but his face was obscured by the shadows as I moved away from him.
"Come on, Thomas, take your medicine," he coaxed me, as I remained silent. If I spoke I'd be subdued, and the guards weren't kind. They weren't meant to be, but I felt, no, I knew, they hated me and loved causing me pain. "Thomas, take your pills, it'll help you leave here sooner, so you can be healthy and be with your friends."
I silently reached for the pills as I took them in my hand, fighting the urge to through them at him, as I swallowed them down. He turned and left, and as soon as the door was closed, I spit out the pills. I laid back against the wall as I got warm in my straight jacket.
My name was Thomas, now it's patient 629, only the doctors call me Thomas every now and again, but I don't respond to the name anymore. I've been in this room for about three years now, leaving only to go to the bathroom, I don't remember taking a shower, I don't remember warm food, I don't remember love or friendship.
I found solace in the dark, unlike what I first thought when I came here, I was scared for my life. I was fearful of everything, I wanted my family, but I soon came to resent them, my parents probably erased me from their minds, as I did them.
I sigh, as I close my eyes and fall asleep, letting my mind take me to Neverland.
I hadn't seen them since I was originally incarcerated. They were the reason I was incarcerated, but I don't know what they are. All I knew is their genders, one was definitely female, the other was a male, but he was flamboyant.
I looked around, as I see I'm in a less comfy cell. This one had a floor of concrete and the walls were that of a cage. I preferred my padded cell.
"Hello, if you can here my voice, nod your head," I was asked, as I remembered the voice, it was the flamboyant male. I looked around my cell, not seeing any speakers, but I nodded. "Good, that means it's working, do you remember me?"
I avoided speaking as I didn't trust my voice, so I nodded again. I was met with a momentary silence, as I collapse onto my belly. I looked at my hands, and in there place I saw hooves. I shook my head and sighed, as I shakily stood on my hooves.
"Good, it appears as though you aren't having trouble adjusting, but I must ask, are you slightly perturbed by your lack of hands?" The voice asked as I shook my head. "Astounding, he shows no neural signs of stress or fear, just," the speaker paused and breathed in. "Anger."
I tried walking, and tripped, my limbs not feeling normal. I decided to just roll over amd wait.
"I need you to get up and walk to the cage bars, please," I groaned softly as I rolled back over and stood slowly, my hooves feeling like putty. I moved two hooves and collapsed. "Here, trying using these," I watched as a pair of crutches appeared next to me. I shakily reached for them and grabbed one, using it to push myself slowly, but I fell back over. "Come on, you can do it."
I stood up again, using the crutch as a tool of leverage. I stood up and put the crutch down. I always was an egotist. I thought of how an horse walks. I lifted one hoof and stepped forward, still having balance. I smirked slightly as I moved my other front hoof forward, thus realizing my problem. My back hooves. I looked under me, and moved one of my back legs forward, finding less like a quicksand feeling, and more just alien. It felt wrong to move like this.
"He's doing it, he's moving, kinda," the voice sounded further away, as I heard another voice, but couldn't discern what was said. "Good job, can you try and make it out of your cell?"
I looked up and saw a section of bars swing out. I didn't respond, but I moved slowly, getting into a slow, tedious pattern. Before I knew it I was at the door, and I felt like I was getting better as moving as I moved faster. I wanted out of containment. I left the cage, and felt a sudden sense of fear as I looked around me at the room. I suddenly felt an immense pressure on my chest as I was forced to the ground.
I opened my eyes to see two guards holding me down, one had a handgun pointed at my face, another had my wrists in his, as he reached for handcuffs. I looked around as I saw my padded cell's room door open. I looked around and saw I was in a small observation room, as I felt a boot hit my head as my vision went black again.
I awoke handcuffed to a chair, with a bandage applied to the side of my head. I winced as the cold air nipped at my skin, as I realized I don't have a straitjacket on, just a white shirt and white pants.
"Ah, you're awake, hello, my name is Doctor Christoph," he had a heavy accent, maybe Russian, Ukrainian? His w's sounded like v's, and his s's sounded like z's. "I'm going to ask you some questions, is that okay?" I nodded. "Good, first question is do you speak?" I nodded. "Okay, you don't have to if you don’t want to, but I wanted to ask about your attempted escape."
This caught my attention. Attempted escape. I didn't try to escape. I looked up and look confused. Doctor Christoph noticed my confusion.
"You do remember, earlier, at around 11 AM," I shook my head. "Ah... maybe one of the guards kicked you too hard, well, earlier today, at around 11 AM, you managed to free your self of your restraints, your straitjacket, then managed to open the door to your cell and walk out."
I looked at him like he was crazy, which I found ironic, but he sighed and stood up from his chair. He called in some guards, and they made sure everything was okay, as he told them to return me to my cell, and to keep me under constant surveillance.
I sat in my cell, my straight jacket was once again on me. I looked at the ground, and watched the floor shift and change, as my eyes grew tired. I yawned softly as I fell asleep slowly.
I was back in my cage, but this time, I felt watched. I looked around, as I saw beyond the cage, as I saw a black window on a wall. One sided mirror, I felt eyes watch me, as I watched back.
"Hello, can you hear me?" I nodded again as I walked slowly towards the cage. "Okay, this is a test, in the middle of the cage is a simple kitchen knife, I watch you to throw it with all of your might and stick it into this target."
I looked for a target and saw one, it was a three ring archery target, no damage to it. I walked to the center of the cage and saw a few knives on the ground.
"We trust you won't harm yourself," the voice annouced, as I picked up a knife with my hoof, as my hoof seemed to grip the knife, as I felt as though I was holding. I waved it around and it felt well weighted. "Good, now, throw it at the target."
I looked at the target and went to throw it, but it flew a foot, and hit the floor with a clank. I walked to it and picked it up again. I through it with more might, as I felt it leave my hoof, and hit the target, digging into it. I smiled as I felt better, but I stopped smiling as I heard a door open to my left. I looked to my left and nearly fainted. I watched a small horse, a pony, walk out and approach the target. They wrote on a notebook, as I picked up another knife.
"You did good, but put the knife down please, miss Chart didn't do anything," I look at the black mirror as I threw my knife at it, embedding it in the crystal. "Shit, terminate test!"
I felt a jolt of electricity run through me as I collapsed, as I watched 'miss Chart' and another pony walk up to me, the other was a pony with security gear, a helmet covered their rainbow mane connected to a green coat of fur, as their purple eyes met mine as ai blacked out.
I woke up when I got slammed to a wall as several guards were in my room. I looked around scared as I saw a doctor pinned to the wall, a kitchen knife buried in his chest, blood leaking down his front onto the floor. Some guards were looking at the wall to my right.
"How did he manage to get knives!" I saw Doctor Christoph ask. "How did he manage to throw it through a wall!"
"I-I don't know, sir, he must have slipped them in or something," I saw a guard respond. "I don't know how he threw it through a wall, magic maybe?"
Doctor Christoph laughed then left.t my cell before demanding my cell thoroughly be searched and cleaned, then demanded he has an immediate questioning of me.
I winced as I was threwn to the floor, then picked up and dragged through the cell then down the hall. We entered an office as I see Doctor Christoph sitting in a chair rubbing his temples.
"How the fuck did you get knives in your cell, you insane fuck!" He yelled at me, as I feared for my safety. "You know who you killed, you killed my wife!"
I teared up as I felt his anger and spit. He scared me, as he kept insulting me and degrading me. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't open my mouth to speak over his anger. He finally sat in a chair and calmed down, as he cried as he motioned for them to take me away. I quickly glanced at the clock as it read 11 AM. I wad brought to a holding cell for the mean time, while my cell was cleaned and searched.
"Tell me, how did you do it?" I looked up and saw a guard staring at me. "How did you kill her, how did you manage to embed a knife in the examination window?"
I shrugged as I looked at the floor as the guards stood by the door. I looked around my room, as I opened my mouth to speak. I was incredibly nervous.
"M-M-May I-I h-h-hav-ve a p-pen-ncil and pa-aper?" I asked as I was laughed at, my voice was meek and the fact that I even asked for anything must of been amusing to the guards. I gave up and cried, as I thought of that one pony, the one with the green coat and rainbow mane. Who were they, what did they want with me. Why is it that what I do in my dreams happen in reality. Do the ponies know what happens out here.
I chuckle softly making the guards look at me. I was acting as if these ponies were real, for all I knew, they were figments of my insane imagination. Maybe I should've take those pills.
I was finally taken back to my room, as I see it cleaned to perfection. The only sign anything happened was the hole in one of the pads from the knife.
"You better prepare to get hit, Doctor Christoph is fucking furious, and he's taking his anger out on his wife's killer," a guard warned me as I was left in my room, a straight jacket hugging my frame. I walked to my bed as I got under it. I hid hear when I was scared and right now I was very scared. I held my breath when I saw Christoph come in, as he walked to the bed and pulled me out from under it.
I readied myself as I felt a fist connect with my chin, making a loud pop. I cried out in pain, as he hit me again. And again. And again. He finally stopped when I was on the ground, silent and still, the only motion of my rising chest.
"You fucking bastard," He finally left me in pain, as I laid their in pain, bones broken and tissue bruised.
The next days were a series of repetitive questions, beatings, and medicine. They didn't visit me anymore, leaving me, making my sleep less inviting then it was. I was sitting in a padded chair, with my limbs strapped to it, as several doctors asked me questions as I stared. Their questions consisted of how I got knives and how I threw one through a wall.
I had my own questions for a much different group. I sat silently as I kept picturing the two who entered my cell. The green one with the rainbow mane, and the one in the white hazmat suit. I was brought back when Dr. Christoph slapped me.
"These men are asking you questions, so you will respond, damnit," he demanded, so I nodded slowly, as I knew my alternatives. He left and the researchers began questioning me again, I nodded and shook my head at random intervals, but returned to day dreaming. I came back on my own when I realized I was being released and returned to my cell.
"Dr. Christoph, he is in a delusion like state, like he himself doesn't know what's happening," a doctor told Christoph, but I was drug out before I could hear anymore. I was placed back in my cell with a guard positioned outside my door, for an extra level of safety, but I sighed and nodded off to sleep.
I awoke on the floor, my head swimming slowly. I looked around and saw several of the ponies surrounding my cage. All of them taking notes, or messing with machines. One stepped into the cage a placed a plate of food in front of me. A small plate with a slice of wheat bread, a bowl of corn, and a side of rice. The pony who brought it backed away cautiously as I looked at the food and him.
"Hello, again," I heard a voice ask. This voice was gruff, like the tone of an older man. I slowly started eating, loving the warmth of the rice and the taste of the corn. The bread was nice, it wasn't stale or moldy, so I ate happily. "I see you enjoy your meal, but I would like to introduce myself, as I feel it's polite of me to give you a name to know."
I looked up and looked for the speaker, seeing him fairly quickly as he stood out amongst the scientists and security. He wore a blue lab outfit, that looked tailored to fit his pony shape. He smiled and resumed talking.
"I'm Doctor Blue Tint, and you will be speaking with me, or my three fellow co-horts, Miss Pie Chart, she was the one who checked you accuracy on the target."
"Hello, I'm truly excited to get to know you better," I looked for her, but didn't see her. "I'm sorry, I'll be out in a minute, just checking your readings."
"Thank you, miss Graph, she will be the one who will be monitoring you, she will see everything from your blood pressure to neural imaging scans," the doctor continued after a sip of a warm liquid, then pointing to the pony who brought me my food. "This is Harp Stringer, he will be attending to your needs, whether it be hunger or something else, he will help you."
Harp Stringer didn't look to thrilled being out here, but he gave a weak smile and waved. I heard a door open and looked to the sound, seeing a pony walk out.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Chart, it's pleased to meet you," her coat was a lovely light pink, almost white, as her hair was a concoction of swirls and shapes and colors. It was red and straight, then blue and curved, it was rather quite pretty.
"And finally, Security Sergeant Minute, she will be protecting you and making sure you don't harm anypony," I picked up on his term, anypony. Adding another question to my list, I looked for Sergeant Minute, not hearing her speak up or step forward. "Miss Minute isn't here today, family had an emergency, but, we're here, and we have any form of questions you may have, if you're willing to speak that is, we know of your current predicament in your world, and we hope to help you with it."
I looked around before rubbing my throat. I was nervous to try and speak, but I was unsure if my voice would work and if I even trusted them enough to speak, which hurt cause I was so curious. I swallowed to try and help my throat and opened to speak.
"C-Can I get some w-water," my voice cracked with almost every word as I coughed after speaking. I looked up and saw Harp Stringer holding a glass of water. I took it and drank if slowly as my throat drew the water in and filled the dry cracks in it. "T-Thank you."
"It's nice to hear your voice for a change, but, if I may ask, what is your name?" Chart asked me, she had a look of giddiness and mystery on her face.
"I-I don't remember my name," I lied. I wanted to put my name behind me, and make it something I completely forgot. "T-The guards call me patient 629."
"Ahh, but patient 629 isn't a name," Doctor Tint told me. "I'll make a name for you, and I'll have one for you the next time we meet, but for now, we'll call you 629, but do you have any questions?"
"W-Where am I?" I've wanted to know this for days, where we are. I half expected a case of 'we're Earth in the future', but I waited.
"You are in the Equestrian Trans-Dimensional Labrotories, where we test many things involving multiple dimensions," Doctor Chart answered. "You are currently in the giant big city of Canterlot, in the great lands of Equestria, on the beautiful world of Equis."
I sat silently, nodding slowly. She smiled and seemed happy, so I smiled back.
"Okay... what are you exaxtly, and why do you use terms such as anypony?"
"Ahh, I knew this would of happened, differences in the languages we speak and terms and phrases we use, well, the term anypony is every pony," Tint explained. "I'll personally inform you on every term and phrase that is bent with the word 'pony'".
"Alright... why did you choose me for your... test?"
"Well, we wanted to approach somepony who had many years ahead of them, after grabbing somepony who died of a heart attack from old age, so we thought young would be good, and we weren't wrong, it was just an accident that you were put into incarceration because of us, sorry," Tint, Chart, and Harp all apologized, and I felt like they were truly sorry for it.
"I forgive you all," I smiled softly.
"That's good, but we need to send you back, you see, how we get you hear is by using immense power we manage to pull you over, and we quickly run it dry, so this is goodbye, for now," Tint informed me, before my world went black.
I opened my eyes seeing my padded cell, groaning softly I get into a corner and sit and wait, silently debating the information and ponies I just met. Before falling asleep into an actual sleep.
I wandered around my padded cell, contemplating on everything that had been laid upon me the previous night. They had introduced themselves to me and told me several interesting things. I stopped moving when my cell door opened, and a guard walked in with his baton next to him, as he was followed by several doctors. I watched them closely as I waited for my beating to ensue.
"Good morning, 629," I just stared in response. I noticed a new person, a guard, she wasn't wearing a helmet as her dyed hair flowed softly down her back and front. I had to double check when I was sure I saw her wink. I was grabbed by the two guards, one more gentle then the other. The doctors kept talking about routines and teaching. I was thrown into a room that had been turned into a makeshift classroom, as I looked around seeing no one.
"We hope to increase your education level, us knowing we took you when you were in early middle school," I quickly tuned them out, sitting against the wall as I was instructed to read and write. I sat silently for a few minutes, before they realised I wasn't going to do anything, so I was dragged to a new room and strapped into a chair. "Well, since you learning isn't a choice, then how about we study you under elctroshock therapy?"
I cried out in pain as electricity coursed through my body, locking my joints and muscles up, making my hairs stand on end. I heard laughing in the background as I saw the new guard staring through the window at me, a look of sorrow on her face as she watched my torture. She mouthed something to me, but I didn't make it out as I shook as they increased the volts.
"Subject is surviving a small lethal amount of electricity, uping the voltage," I screamed in pain as I fainted in the chair. My body shaking from the shocks.
"A-Are you okay?" I shook on the ground, as I still felt the electricity play marionette with my body. I felt a soothing warmth wash over me as the voltage stopped. I felt something touch my arm as I twitch. "H-Hey, it's okay."
"Minute here informed us of what happened, you humans really don't care for one another," I heard Harp Stringer laugh silently to himself, then a punch followed by a loud 'OW'. "Sorry, that was harsh."
"Minute did tell us of the torture they put you through, they strapped you into an electric chair and," Chart stopped talking as I heard a slight gag. "S-Sorry, it's just that ponies don't inflict pain upon one another, so the thought of it makes me queasy."
I watched as the cage opened up and a mare in a camoflague vest walked in. I stared at her purple hair, which flowed down her back and front.
"Hello, I am Security Seargent Minute, but you can just call me Minute," she stuck her hoof out as I heard soft bickering from Graph and Harp. I reached out and shook her hoof. "You may have noticed that I was with you in your dimension, I will be the one you speak with the most."
"I'm not allowed to speak in my world, I get beat by the doctors if I do," I tell her, making her ears go to her sides. "Oh, um, I'm sorry."
"No, don't be, I'm sorry that you have to put up with that abuse and neglect," she hugged me softly as I flinched slightly, but I slowly returned the gesture.
"Oh, right, okay 629, me and Harp have been contemplating on a name to give you, Harp wanted to name you Testie, but I thought that was immature, but I came up with Silver," she took a break to quiet Harp, who was laughing loudly. I smiled softly at the purity of it all. "How does Silver sound, do you enjoy it?"
"I love the name, thank you Miss Chart."
"Oh please, just call me Pie or Chart, none of that miss stuff, it sounds wrong to hear it," she told me through the speakers.
"Oh, but you can call me Overlord Harp or Master Harp," I heard him continue his laughing fit.
"One more thing before you get sent back, our princess will meet you on your next visit here, so we can get more funding to pull you over completely, but don't worry, she isn't evil like the doctors that watch over you."
I nodded softly. They said their goodbyes and my vision went blank as I was transported back to encarceration.
Celestia stared at her to do list, seeing her usual tasks, but something caught her eye. Visit the Equestrian Trans-Dimensional Labrotories. She scratched her chin and sighed, as she sat down and began writing a letter to her prized student. Twilight had asked her to invite her to any technological labratories, and this was one she was sure Twilight would enjoy.
Dear Twilight Sparkle, I wish for you to join me tomorrow on a trip to one of our more advanced labratories, the Equestrian Trans-Dimensional Labs. I request that you also bring your friends, just in case if something goes wrong. It's always good to be safe. Signed, Celestia
Celestia sent the letter off, and practically heard Twilight yell in happiness as she read the letter. She chuckled and laid in her bed, getting ready for sleep.
Twilight cheered in happiness as she read the letter from the princess. She quicklu went and packed her bag for a trip to Canterlot. She sent Spike out to inform her friends, as she went and woke up Starlight, who didn't share the enthusiasim her teacher had.
"What is the Equestrian Trans-Dimensional Labs?" Starlight asked her, as Twilight jumped in joy. "And why is it so important?"
"The EQTDL is a portal to a from different dimensions, we can pull somepony from one dimension into ours, or vice versa," Twilight jumped in nerdy joy. "I can't wait to see what the scientists have pulled across!"
I sat silently on the floor of my padded cell, every so often Minute would look in the small window of my cell. I would smile when she did, to show my appreciation, which would make her smile back. I got up and started pacing my cell, my constant silence bearing down on me. If I wasn't crazy before I sure as hell was going to end up insane. I started reciting the alphabet to myself as my boredom peaked. I became fluent in singing the alphabet forwards and backwards, which isn't much if a feat, but for someone who doesn't know any songs from the outside world, it's a work of genius.
"Against the wall, please," Minute asked. I slowly walked to the wall and watched as Doctor Christoph entered into the room, holding the knife I had speared his wife to the wall with.
"For the last time, where did you get this knife?" He asked as he approached me. I stared silently back at him. He reached for my hand and I stepped away. "Don't you dare walk away from me, guards, take him to solitary."
Minute and another guard walked in, grabbed me and dragged me out of my cell and down to the solitary cell, a concrete cell where I'm not allowed food for a few days, and sit in complete darkness. The perfect place to be alone with my thoughts. I avoided eye contact with Minute, as I was put in my new cell. As the door closed, Christoph looked in through the small viewing window, and smiled.
"Leave him here for a week, maybe then he will learn to speak when spoken too," he laughed as he walked as I sat in the dark cell. I closed my eyes slowly, boredom taking over as I fell asleep.
I slowly sat my head up, the cold floor of my cell burning my hands and fingers. I looked around and saw several new ponies, one much taller than the others. The eight new ponies all looked a mix of fear, surprise, and amazement.
Harp Stringer and Pie Chart both walked into my cell, Harp Stringer handing me a glass of water as Pie Chart checked my blood pressure. I thanked both of them as I stared back at the seemingly frozen ponies.
"I-I think it's suffice enough to say that I'm actually quite surprised with progress on this expirement," the tallest pony finally spoke. Her white coat brought out her flowing mane and tail. Her voice was caring yet demanding. "Is it intelligent or cognitive?"
"Yes, he is intelligent, showing simmilar intelligence levels as a full grown unicorn," I smiled at the tall white pony, her face breaming happiness.
"Is he able to speak?" I nod to myself, not expecting her to take my answer. "Well, if you can,then what's your name?"
"I-I don't remember my name, I'm referred to as a number," I spike softly, I heard a loud gasp as I felt something nearly tackle me. I looked at the aggresor seeing a bright pink coat.
"You don't know your name?!" I shook my head as she gasped again. "Then how can I throw you a welcome to Equestria party?!"
"Pinkie, please calm down and exit the cell," Pie Chart asked of her, Pinkie stared at her and sighed before nuzzling me and leaving the cell. "Now, I asked him and he gave me permission to name him, and we named him Silver."
"Well, Silver, I hope your current confimement can be releaved by the research our scientists and engineers are doing," the tall pony told me, weakness in her voice. Her eyes quickly went wide, as a faint blush spread across her face. "I'm Princess Celestia, the ruler of Equestria, this is my star pupil, Twilight Sparkle," she pointed to the purple pony, then the rest of the ponies, announcing each of them. Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Starlight Glimmer.
"It's nice to meet you all," I smiled softly as all of them said hi, but it went quickly as Pie Chart announced we were running out of energy keeping me here. I waved goodbye before my vision went black.
I slowly looked around my dark cell, as I heard demands to open the cell door, followed by how I was gone. The door opened and Dr. Christoph ran in, before seeing me on the floor. He growled and slapped me hard, my cheek stinging. His anger radiated from him as he kicked me in the stomach.
"What the fuck are you!" I cried in pain as I gasped and coughed. I fell flat as I felt another kick hit me in the chest. My chest burnt as it became hard for me to breathe, coughing up blood. "God damnit, fuck, get a nurse in here, Patient 692 is suffering from a broken rib."
A nurse entered with a gurney, pulling me onto the gurney. I was wheeled off as I saw Minute following us. She noticed my gaze and smiled softly as I noticed tears well up in her eyes. I was kickly put under anestetic my eyes getting heavy as I fell asleep.
I cried in pain as I heard hooves hitting against the ground. I felt a warm blanket envolpe me as I slowly felt the pain in my chest slowly become numb. My head rolled to the side as I saw Pie Chart and Blue Tint rushing into my cell before I blacked out.
I slowly woke up in a comfy bed in a hospital room. I looked down seeing my chest bandaged up. I looked around for someone before I overheard Dr. Christoph and someone else talking.
"I'm telling you, I watched his rib heal itself right before my eyes," the mystery person insisted. My guess was it was a surgeon or a nurse. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Well, keeping trying to find a reason, ribs don't just heal together, damnit," Dr. Christoph stated. I heard a door open and close as the nurse came to my bed.
"Oh, you're awake," I saw him a grab a needle from a tray and inject to contents into my IV drip. "Just sleep, we'll wake you in a few days." And with that, I fell back asleep.
I sat silently in a chair, my arms strapped behind me, holding me to said chair. Dr. Christoph read several documents on me, my neural imaging, xrays, blood pressure levels, getting more and more upset at me for not understanding. Before he started swinging for the fences, he sighed and calmed down, taking a bottle of pills out of his coat pocket.
"Antidepressents, they're calming," he told me as though we were best friends. He sat in front of me and rubbed his eyes. "What do you see, I know you're not crazy, you suffer symptoms of Aspergers, but not of Schizophrenia or suffer from night terrors, so what do you see?"
I cocked my head to the side as I stared blankly. I opened my mouth, but shut it and remained mute. This just made Dr. Christoph sigh and stand up. He walked around before grabbing a bottle of water and taking sips, likely contemplating his approach.
"I know I wasn't the nicest, and I could make excuses like crazy, but I would like you to talk, Kyle," he stopped as my mouth slowly fell open. My name, he said it for the first time in years. I was speechless before, but now I couldn't breathe. "Or do you go by something else now, whoever you see call you something?"
A knock at the door alerted both of us. Dr. Christoph looked over and saw a nurse smiling, before he came in with a few security guards.
"Is he ready to go back, sir?" The nurse asked Dr. Christoph, who nodded.
"Kyle, my name is Brian, I hope to speak with you some more." Dr. Christoph told me before leaving me to get hauled back to my cell. A security guard grabbed my arm, and lifted me to my feet, before I slammed my head back, hitting the guard in the nose causing him to let go of me as he recoiled. I dodged the other guard and the nurse as I ran after Brian Christoph. I saw him and charged him, slamming my weight into the back of him, causing him to collapse. "H-Huh? G-Guards!"
"Brian," I screamed, my voice scratchy and tense. "My name is not Kyle!"
I didn't get much more out as I felt a baton hit the back of my head, causing me to collapse off of Christoph. I rolled my over my vision blurry as I focused my attention on the guard in front of me. He swung again, connecting with my shoulder, dislocating it. While painful it gave me enough wiggle room to slowly slip my arm free of my straightjacket, and slip it off completely. I quickly scooted backward as I the guard swing again, missing me barely, stricking the floor. While drawing back I kicked the guard in the shin, and scrambled to my feet and ran, slamming face first into a wall. I collapsed again, fading fast from consciousness.
I didn't awake in a metal cage, but instead on a bed. Dr. Christoph standing next to me, holding a shot of adrenaline. He smirked and slapped my leg.
"Thanks for talking, Kyle," He walked away as I was left to lie in pain. I used the time to think, about a way out, my family, and the ponies, and why Brian wants to know about them. What would he gain from knowing about them? A nurse walked in during my brainstorming and poked my leg.
"Hey, wake up, Si- Kyle," I looked over at the nurse, who smirked softly, his hair cut short. "It's me, Harp, we tried pulling you over, but you were pulled back. Why did you attack a guard!"
"I had to," I smirked as I saw him staring confused. He shook his head as he read over my charts, before quickly reseting my shoulder, causing me to cry softly. "Fucking warm me next time, dick."
"Oh, shut up, you caused it, how about you warn us the next time you fuck with the guards and doctors?"
"I didn't have time too," I slowly pulled a small pen out from my pants pockets. "I grabbed this from Brian, and now I have a means to communicate without speaking."
"Sweet Celestia, you're a mix of stupidity and intelligence you know?" He shook his head as he placed my chart down. "Well, hide it again before the guards or another doctor comes along."
"Actually, this is where you come in, take the pen and write a note to Brian about everything, but give the note to me, to keep fucking with him."
"To give him more reasons to hold meetings with you, and more time to think of something to say," he took the pen and slid it into a pocket. "Well, atleast your attack of the guards pays off a little."
"I fought the law, and the law won," I smirked as a nurse walked in, her hair a normal brown. Harp left quickly as he avoided eye contact and the nurse checked me over and lrft me to fall asleep on my own.
Over the last few weeks, every night I would be relocated to the Equestrian Trans-Dimensional Lab, where I would be taught things about Equestria. They still planned on taking me away from Earth, but they couldn't do it right away. The biggest reason was power consumption. The amount of power to bring me over completely and indefinitely would blackout Canterlot for the next year. So the doctors were taking the time to teach me things, like how to read Equestrian, Equestrian history, and topics that were deemed import to learn.
The doctors had brought in a teacher, her pink mane and purple coat, with three flowers for her cutie mark. She was nice to me, she had a real teacherly vibe about her. I was never told her name, a safety precaution in case I escaped somehow, I assumed.
"Okay, Silver, today we are going to do something a bit different," Harp told me. I looked at her, waiting for more. "We're going to be doing some... stress tests, things like how strong you are mentally, spiritually, physically, and magically, we'll test your reflexes, how well you deal with a problem, and a few other things."
"Stress tests, alright, I'm ready," I informed Harp, drinking a small bottle of water. I had gotten much better at grabbing things, the feeling of holding something with a phantom hand is a bit weird, but at the same time felt natural. "So what's first?"
"A common test we do is a workout," Harp told me. "You will run as long as you can on a treadmill, you will carry as much weight as you can stand, and you will test your strength against different materials."
I nodded, several workout equipments popping into the room, the smell of sulfur hitting my nose from the magical after images. I approached the treadmill and began running.
"So, Pie, what do you think of Silver?" Harp asked her, sitting back in his chair as he watched me run. Pie chuckled as she watched my vitals closely.
"He's interesting," Pie blankly told Harp. "From what we know of humans, he's different, he seems more detached from reality, detached from his own race. This is probably an offset of being treated horribly for years. When asked questions about things like family, friends, and the people he sees daily in his containment, his emotions pivot from stone cold to hatred and anger."
"Damn, so he just hates everypony?" Harp asked, being caught up to speed after being out sick the past few days.
"I don't think everypony, I think he hates those who betrayed him," Pie corrected, before sighing and looking down. "I actually am scared of him, I feel his emotions could come out when we bring him over and he could hurt or even kill somepony."
"But pony's are much more understanding from those hairless apes, we care for one another, we don't hurt each other," Harp stated, as he looked at his watch. "He's been going for about 15 minutes now on one of the hardest speeds, and he isn't even showing any signs of fatigue, pain, or boredom, I mean, he's not even sweating!"
"15 minutes isn't that long, it's actually pretty tame, you're just out of shape," Harp growled, making Pie chuckled softly. "I'll admit, he seems determined."
"Determined for what, this is just a test to check for diseases like asthma or frail bones," Harp sat up in his chair, pressing the intercom button. "Thank you, Silver, you may stop now."
I ran for a bit longer before carefully stepping off the treadmill, my breathing a bit ragged. Without missing a beat, Harp asked me to perform pushups. Five pushups per 30 pounds on my back.
After a few hours of tests, the tests were over. I said my goodbyes and was transported back, waking back up in my body, the familiar feeling of a straightjacket holding my arms close. I heard the soft chimes of the 7:30 medicine bell, and the sickening feeling in my stomach.
"Good morning, 692," I heard a new voice, it was an older man's voice, but something in his tone felt... wrong, like he had sinister or dark undertones. I didn't like this voice. The door to my room opened, and a man in a black suit with a black tie entered, smiling. The man had menacing written around him like a villain in an anime, I could sense it. This man wanted to hurt me, and he was going to enjoy doing it.
"Excuse me, sir, patient visiting hours are 3:00 pm to 6:00 pm," Minute came up behind him, and something on her face, in her eyes confirmed the feeling in my stomach. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Yes, my apologies, I just couldn't wait to see 692's face, helps me with my job," he smiled, before leaving my cell. Minute watched him leave before looking at me and giving me a look of worry, before closing the door, and standing guard outside.