>Go to fluffy pony graveyard
>several fresh corpses sit on a pile waiting to be pushed into a mass grave
>open your burlap sack and shove about a dozen corpses, give or take a limb, into the bag
>quickly leave and return to your suiting spooky home
>set about your project with gusto
>"fluffenstein" fluffy pony
>after three days of sawing, ripping, tearing breaking and then sewing, reconnecting and reattaching, your "Fluffenstein" is ready
>the torso is comprised of three different parts
>it has a pair of pegasai wings, one is blue and the other Jade
>the upper cranium is that of a unicorn while the lower mandible belonged to an earth pony
>each leg comes from a different "donor" as does either ear and the tail is comprised of a little bit from every corpse
>you hate being wasteful
>A storm kicks up you have been waiting for , planning this entire event around finally begins.
>the time has come and you put your hand on the switch waiting for the right moment to flip it
>acting on instinct you flip the switch and as you do lightning spirals down a pair of twin pylons and slams into corpse's chest
>with a groan that sound other-worldy, the reborn fluffy pony sits up
>it slowly looks around the room with one red eye and one a light blue
>"kweatur?" it babbles and looks at you trying to reach out to you with it's mismatched legs
>you untie fluffenstein from the metal slab that served as it's womb and pick it up holding it like an infant
>it snuggles up against your chest, head resting below your chin
>"sweepeh" is all it manages before falling asleep
>smiling and quietly enjoying your success you take your creation to a safety room you set up for it and place it in a cage before returning to your study to write notes on today's procedure
>over the next few weeks get to know the creature that you have played god with.
>because of the method of it's creation it needs neither food nor water
>all you really need to do is give it an injection of embalming fluid once every few days for the first few months.
>fluffenstein always cries and fusses when you do this even though you are sure it can't feel pain
>perhaps one of the "donor" ponies was abused with needles?
>"no wat medsun! no wat medsun!" the little monster always cries up at you whenever she spots the hyperdermic needle
>it breaks your heart for some reason, she....it should not be able to feel pain as most of it's nerve endings are dead
>yet sure enough every time you prick her with the needle she cries and begs you to stop
>"pwease noh huwt fwuff kweatur"
>you explain it needs to be done if she wants to stay and play with you she needs these injections
>she no longer whines quite as loud or nearly as much when you give her future injections
>live with Fluffenstein for many decades
>eventually you grow old and the time is coming close that you must leave this world
>leave Fluffenstein
>on your death bed you smile down at the small creature staring up at you with love
>love from a pair of mismatched eyes
>"kweatur ok? want pway?"
>she does not understand what is about to happen
>how could she?
>letting your eyes close you put your hand on her head and smile
>"not creator" you smile weakly and with now blind eyes
>your chest heaves as you struggle to say this last word, this one word that has become so important t you because of what you made all those years ago
>"Father" rolls from your tounge and pass now dead-lips
>Fluffenstein nudges your corpse gently
>"fawthur?" she asks quietly some rudimentary form of understanding occurs and she understands you won't be getting up
>she refuses to leave your side
>even as you are entombed within your families Mausoleum
>She waits, to this day , for you to wake up
>to see her Father again