>You wake up in a cold, dark room in nothing but your pants.
>You are strapped to a cold, steel chair.
>It is very frightening.
>Suddenly, a light comes on in front of you.
>It's a television set.
>"Hello, Anonymous. I want to play a game."
>You start screaming for help, but no one hears you.
>"You've lived your life, happy and carefree, worrying about nothing but the well-being of the ponies you love around you. But there was one pony that was always there that you neglected, time and time again. Your own adopted daughter. Every time she would ask you for something, you would tell her you'd get to it later. It was always one very simple thing."
>Another light comes on.
>Speck lays on a cold, steel table, bound by chains and gagged with a rag.
>She looks over at you and starts screaming against the rag.
>"You have sixty minutes to get what your daughter wants."
>A third light comes on, showing a poster of a pony's anatomical structure.
>The stomach is circled with a picture of a mango crudely drawn on it.
>"Let the games begin."
>The bindings on your chair unlock and you get up.
>You rush over to Speck and start grabbing at the chains, trying to break them.
>You take the rag out of her mouth.
>"ANON! HELP!"
"Speck... I'm sorry."
>Beside the table is a small desk with a steel plate on top.
>On the plate are a variety of surgical tools.
"I'm sorry."
>Grab a mouth speculum and shove it in her mouth.
>It holds her mouth open.
>She cries as you shove your arm down her throat and grab at the mango.
>Once you pull it free and remove your arm from her stomach, she sobs.
>"That... That was my lunch!"
"It's our only chance at salvation."
>You walk over to a camera mounted on the ceiling.
"I got it. What now?"
>A large steel door opens up on the other side of the room.
>Sirocca stands in the entrance.
>"You won the game, papa."
>You fall to your knees and start crying.
>You had to take Speck's lunch just to stay alive.
>Sirocca climbs on your lap and eats the mango.
The End.