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The Invincible Iron Manon (Part 10)

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>Quiet.
>Darkness.
>Loneliness.
>You hang from a wall like before. You believe it to be the same room, but you can’t tell around here.
>Your meeting with the queen went worse than you would have hoped.
>She spurned you and threw you in a dungeon to rot. She feeds off your love and laughs.
>Well now you’re not sure how much love you’re feeling.
I’ll show her.
>When you got out of here, you were going to show her what for.
>When you got out of here…
>You’re not getting out of here.
>You’re going to die here. You’re going to be food.
>If only Jahvise weren’t offline. He would surely know what to do! You missed him.
>You didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.
>You left your friends wondering when you blasted off into the sky.
>Your Mark I is sitting on the floor, most likely housing mice and insects.
NO!
>You tug at the chords wrapped around your wrists and shoulders.
LET!
ME!
OUT!
>Rage replaces all the love you previously felt.
>Death will NOT take you here. Death will not take Jahvise!
>You owe it to your little robo-butler to get out of here.
>Several changeling guards enter the room and tell you to quiet down; you’re disturbing the other prisoners.
>You simply continue yelling and yanking at the ropes.
>”We ssssaid quiet down!”
>One of the guards steps under you, looking up with disdain.
>Snap.
>With no love to power them coupled with your yanking, the chords snap. You and you’re armor fall from the wall.
>A sickening crunch echoes through the room. Under you, the mangled remains of what used to be a guard lie.
>You break off its horn and rise up. It takes a monumental effort, but you ignore the strain and pain.
>Lumbering forward, you give them the death stare. Not that they can see it, but the faceplate seems to effectively scare them as well. It looked menacing even to you when you saw it the first time.
>They step back. Matching them inch for inch, a constant distance is held between you.
What’s the matter? Scared of little ole’ me?
>HURRR!!!
>You lunge for one, ramming the horn inside its eye.
>The changeling screams in agony. Teal blood spurts from the wound as it dances around. It collapses onto the floor and writes for a few seconds before slowly going limp.
>If those eyes weren’t soulless before, they are now. Well…one eye.
>The other is just a mess of goop that can’t be considered an ‘eye’ anymore.
>The last 3 guards run in terror.
>Lucky you. You collapse onto the doorway, exhausted.
>Every muscle in your body aches from moving the steel hull.
>There is no way the suit ran out of power that fast. Something on this island is messing with you—
>You’re on an island.
>If something here really is messing with the suit, you won’t be able to get away unless you plan on dragging yourself along the ocean floor for who-knows-how-long.
>Is it… the goop? Is the goop the problem?
>Before you can answer that question, more footsteps come your way. They sound like they’re in the hundreds.
>Doing a barrel roll, you make your way to the room across from yours. YOUR room is the problem, so surely the guards won’t look in here.
>This room is the exact same as your old one except for its inhabitants.
>Two ponies hang on opposite walls of each other.
>They look so innocent. You even believe one to be a foal.
>These beasts are ruthless.
>You drag your body to a corner and hide.
Armor, unlock.
>No response.
Oh yeah, the power.
>You move your hand for your genital area.
>Right in between your legs, there is a small circle that you press in as hard as you can.
>With a small click, the latches on the arms and legs, chest and abdomen, and lastly your head let up.
>You jiggle a bit and the flaps open up, releasing you.
>Suddenly all the surroundings rush your senses.
>The unbelievable cold, the darkness, the unsound. It must be negative 3 decibels in here! What happened to the humming of the chords?
>You turn to the ponies again. The ‘love ropes’ that hold them are dull and lifeless as opposed to your old ones that glowed with power.
>…
>A feeling of dread fills you.
>No time to dwell on the horrifying situation, you have armor to fix. You hope at least.
>The interior is goop free. There also seems to be no abnormalities with it.
>The exterior is all scratched up. Grey and white coat your armor in unsightly ways, interrupting the paintjob which somehow is always perfect when diving into a pool of multiple colors.
>Don’t question magic.
>Everything seems to be alright. Just what is wrong then!
>You give the armor another look over. Everything is…not alright.
>Right there, right on the neck. The scratched paint is dark. The suit should be light grey underneath the paint, not black.
And what do we have here?
>You pick at the spot for a bit. Before long, it pops off leaving a nice thing of gold paint under it.
>Before you can celebrate, the crust patch grows legs and scampers off.
>What if it runs back to Chrysalis and tells her of your success? Or a guard and your location?
>Chances must not be taken. You’ve already killed two changelings, what’s the harm in another?
>Stomping on it, you rub it into the ground.
Right where all bugs belong.
>You look down at it with a mix of emotions.
>Hate, pride, malice, disdain, anger. All the bad emotions you usually don’t like to feel.
>Usually. Right now they feel almost good.
>The armor sits beside you. Maybe it’d be best to get in now.
>The outside world still creeps you out. Armor is life. Armor is lo—
>Nope. No love. Not until off the island at least.
>You climb into the suit and close up the flaps.
>You push the button in your crotch in again. Now the latches close on the suit.
Amor. On.
>No answer.
Armor, override Jahivse ‘Off’ command. User code ‘Anon rox your sox’.
>Beautiful whirrs sound in your ears.
>Your faceplate glows again, displaying a loading screen.
>It finishes. The armor begins scanning the room, looking over every crevice and bump in the walls. It identifies the ponies too.
>Deceased.
>Again, something else grasps your mind away from the task at hand.
>Static like before.
>Zzzzzzsisszzzr
>Zzzsizzzr
>ZZirz
>**Sir?**
[Jahivse?]
>**Nice to see you again.**
>Your eyes water.
[I missed you, Jahvise.]
>**Sir, where are we?**
[We can talk later. Auto pilot to Ponyville, I’m taking a nap.]
>**Very well.**
>The armor moves itself. It stands and blasts off, right through the wall and into the sky. Turns out you were near the way top of the castle, above the cloud layer.
>It is so beautiful out. The sun has just begun setting as well; perfect time for a rest by your standards.
>At last, a peaceful rest overtakes you.
>The first willing sleep you’ve taken in so long.

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>Quiet.
>Darkness.
>Loneliness.
>You hang from a wall like before. You believe it to be the same room, but you can’t tell around here.
>Your meeting with the queen went worse than you would have hoped.
>She spurned you and threw you in a dungeon to rot. She feeds off your love and laughs.
>Well now you’re not sure how much love you’re feeling.
I’ll show her.
>When you got out of here, you were going to show her what for.
>When you got out of here…
>You’re not getting out of here.
>You’re going to die here. You’re going to be food.
>If only Jahvise weren’t offline. He would surely know what to do! You missed him.
>You didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.
>You left your friends wondering when you blasted off into the sky.
>Your Mark I is sitting on the floor, most likely housing mice and insects.
NO!
>You tug at the chords wrapped around your wrists and shoulders.
LET!
ME!
OUT!
>Rage replaces all the love you previously felt.
>Death will NOT take you here. Death will not take Jahvise!
>You owe it to your little robo-butler to get out of here.
>Several changeling guards enter the room and tell you to quiet down; you’re disturbing the other prisoners.
>You simply continue yelling and yanking at the ropes.
>”We ssssaid quiet down!”
>One of the guards steps under you, looking up with disdain.
>Snap.
>With no love to power them coupled with your yanking, the chords snap. You and you’re armor fall from the wall.
>A sickening crunch echoes through the room. Under you, the mangled remains of what used to be a guard lie.
>You break off its horn and rise up. It takes a monumental effort, but you ignore the strain and pain.
>Lumbering forward, you give them the death stare. Not that they can see it, but the faceplate seems to effectively scare them as well. It looked menacing even to you when you saw it the first time.
>They step back. Matching them inch for inch, a constant distance is held between you.
What’s the matter? Scared of little ole’ me?
>HURRR!!!
>You lunge for one, ramming the horn inside its eye.
>The changeling screams in agony. Teal blood spurts from the wound as it dances around. It collapses onto the floor and writes for a few seconds before slowly going limp.
>If those eyes weren’t soulless before, they are now. Well…one eye.
>The other is just a mess of goop that can’t be considered an ‘eye’ anymore.
>The last 3 guards run in terror.
>Lucky you. You collapse onto the doorway, exhausted.
>Every muscle in your body aches from moving the steel hull.
>There is no way the suit ran out of power that fast. Something on this island is messing with you—
>You’re on an island.
>If something here really is messing with the suit, you won’t be able to get away unless you plan on dragging yourself along the ocean floor for who-knows-how-long.
>Is it… the goop? Is the goop the problem?
>Before you can answer that question, more footsteps come your way. They sound like they’re in the hundreds.
>Doing a barrel roll, you make your way to the room across from yours. YOUR room is the problem, so surely the guards won’t look in here.
>This room is the exact same as your old one except for its inhabitants.
>Two ponies hang on opposite walls of each other.
>They look so innocent. You even believe one to be a foal.
>These beasts are ruthless.
>You drag your body to a corner and hide.
Armor, unlock.
>No response.
Oh yeah, the power.
>You move your hand for your genital area.
>Right in between your legs, there is a small circle that you press in as hard as you can.
>With a small click, the latches on the arms and legs, chest and abdomen, and lastly your head let up.
>You jiggle a bit and the flaps open up, releasing you.
>Suddenly all the surroundings rush your senses.
>The unbelievable cold, the darkness, the unsound. It must be negative 3 decibels in here! What happened to the humming of the chords?
>You turn to the ponies again. The ‘love ropes’ that hold them are dull and lifeless as opposed to your old ones that glowed with power.
>…
>A feeling of dread fills you.
>No time to dwell on the horrifying situation, you have armor to fix. You hope at least.
>The interior is goop free. There also seems to be no abnormalities with it.
>The exterior is all scratched up. Grey and white coat your armor in unsightly ways, interrupting the paintjob which somehow is always perfect when diving into a pool of multiple colors.
>Don’t question magic.
>Everything seems to be alright. Just what is wrong then!
>You give the armor another look over. Everything is…not alright.
>Right there, right on the neck. The scratched paint is dark. The suit should be light grey underneath the paint, not black.
And what do we have here?
>You pick at the spot for a bit. Before long, it pops off leaving a nice thing of gold paint under it.
>Before you can celebrate, the crust patch grows legs and scampers off.
>What if it runs back to Chrysalis and tells her of your success? Or a guard and your location?
>Chances must not be taken. You’ve already killed two changelings, what’s the harm in another?
>Stomping on it, you rub it into the ground.
Right where all bugs belong.
>You look down at it with a mix of emotions.
>Hate, pride, malice, disdain, anger. All the bad emotions you usually don’t like to feel.
>Usually. Right now they feel almost good.
>The armor sits beside you. Maybe it’d be best to get in now.
>The outside world still creeps you out. Armor is life. Armor is lo—
>Nope. No love. Not until off the island at least.
>You climb into the suit and  close up the flaps.
>You push the button in your crotch in again. Now the latches close on the suit.
Amor. On.
>No answer.
Armor, override Jahivse ‘Off’ command. User code ‘Anon rox your sox’.
>Beautiful whirrs sound in your ears.
>Your faceplate glows again, displaying a loading screen.
>It finishes. The armor begins scanning the room, looking over every crevice and bump in the walls. It identifies the ponies too.
>Deceased.
>Again, something else grasps your mind away from the task at hand.
>Static like before.
>Zzzzzzsisszzzr
>Zzzsizzzr
>ZZirz
>**Sir?**
[Jahivse?]
>**Nice to see you again.**
>Your eyes water.
[I missed you, Jahvise.]
>**Sir, where are we?**
[We can talk later. Auto pilot to Ponyville, I’m taking a nap.]
>**Very well.**
>The armor moves itself. It stands and blasts off, right through the wall and into the sky. Turns out you were near the way top of the castle, above the cloud layer.
>It is so beautiful out. The sun has just begun setting as well; perfect time for a rest by your standards.
>At last, a peaceful rest overtakes you.
>The first willing sleep you’ve taken in so long.

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