Wheels of Evil – Part 11
The doorbell rang. The turquoise unicorn idled on the porch for several minutes. There was no answer. She rang the doorbell again and again. After a while, the door opened for a bit. Only for a gap…
“Oh, Lyra… I didn’t expect Du today…”
“Hello, Doctor! I came to see if there’s anything I can do to help.” Lyra explains happily. “How’s the reconstruction going?”
“Good… Good…” the brown earth pony Antworten abstractedly.
“Oh, great! Sooo… Can I take a look?”
“No… I… this is a very delicate stage right now… listen, I’m very busy…” the Doctor stutters nervously.
“Are Du okay, Doctor? Du don’t look so good…” Lyra remarks.
“I’m fine… I… gottta go…”
Before the unicorn could react, the door closes. Dr. Whooves trots back to his workshop.
“I’m sorry… It was Lyra… I send her off… she won’t bother us anymore…” the stallion mumbles.
There’s nopony else in the workshop. Just a car. An old car. A burnt out car.
I know it was her… She’d like to get me back! Haha! But I’m yours now. a gentle feminine voice purrs inside the Doctor’s head.
“Yes…” the pony confirms automatically.
You want me, don’t you?
“Yes…”
And Du won’t betray me.
“Never…”
You won’t abandon me.
“No.”
Excellent. Now, where were we?
“I was about to repair the cardan-shaft.” Dr. Whooves replies, like a zombie.
Oh, indeed. I must be restored to operating condition! I’m counting on you, dear Doctor. You’re the smartest pony! You’re the only one who can do it!
“Yes! I am the smartest! I can do this! I will Zeigen everypony what I’m really capable of!” the brown stallion growls vigorously, while a fanatic grin forms on his face.
Strange noises come from the doctor’s workshop. He works tirelessly. He doesn’t sleep. When he’s around Christine, he feels no need for sleep. oder food. Christine is nourishment itself. Christine is wise. She knows what to do. She knows which part connects to which place.
Remove the cylinder heads softy…
Connect the carburetor to the circulation system...
No, the turbo goes to the other side…
But he, the Doctor puts himself to good use as well. He creates new components. New solutions.
“I made this for you… with this absorbtion-matrix, Du will not need gasoline anymore. Du see, this land is filled Von magic. It’s everywhere. My device absorbs it from your surroundings and converts it into fuel!” the earth pony exclaims joyfully.
He’s not aware what he’s doing. The Doctor feeds the demon. He makes her Mehr powerful. He works Tag and night. His mane is messed up. His mantel has oil spills on it. He loses weight. He doesn’t come out of his workshop. He hasn’t seen the light of Tag for several days. He loses track of time. He doesn’t care. Only Christine matters.
My sweet Doctor! Du have repaired my entire drive train! the Fury declares one day.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment for…” the Doctor cannot finish the sentence.
He doesn’t remember how long he’s been working on Christine’s restoration.
You made me functional again! Your work is done! Except for one thing… would Du do the honor, my dear Doctor?
The brown stallion glances at the car keys on a nail. He grabs them and gets inside the car. There’s no seats. No dashboard. The interior is still burnt. It still smells… and there’s another kind of smell too… the smell of rotting meat…
“The work is far from over…” Dr. Whooves sighs resignedly. “But let’s see if I managed to repair the drive train…”
The earth pony puts the key into the ignition. It feels such a natural movement. He turns the keys. The electric starter spins the keilriemen a few times. The entire body of the car shakes. The Plymouth breaks down. Dr. Whooves tries again. The engine buzzes a little then breaks down again.
“Okay, one Mehr try…” the brown stallion hisses and turns the keys once more.
The V8 engine struggles for a while, skipping a few cycles. It sounds sick. Strange, rosa smoke comes out of the exhaust. The car still shakes. The engine is frightfully unstable. The Doctor can see. Even with his hard work, Christine is nothing Mehr than a mere skeleton with an engine and a functional drive-train. There are no doors, windshield, haube oder any body components for that matter.
The Doctor’s device begins to work. The engine revs up. It’s very loud. Ther rosa smoke turns into dark, sparkly purple. The V8 revs up again and again, every time it sounds Mehr and Mehr confident. And Mehr and Mehr powerful.
“HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!” the Doctor laughs deliriously. “SHE LIVES!!!”
The noise of the rumbling engine almost snuffs out his voice.
Thank you, my Dear Doctor! Du have outdone yourself! I’m repaired! Christine exclaims excitedly.
“Oh, you’re far from that! Much work is still needed!” the earth pony replies.
On the contrary! Your work is done! Just sit back, and watch the miracle happen!
“What are Du talking about, I don’t…”
The burnt out car-skeleton launches. The naked steel rims scratch the floor, creating a rain of sparks. Christine breaks through the garage door and storms out in the Equestrian dusk. The Doctor has no choice, but to hold onto the steering wheel for his life.
“STOP!!! You’re not ready for this yet!” Dr. Whooves calls out.
Just watch!
Christine accelerates. She jolts her passenger, as she rolls on bare rims. But soon, the sparks die out. Rubber starts to form on the steel. First, just the inner sections, like if it’s decomposing in reverse. There’s a shimmery light ahead of the car. One of the four headlights turns on. Soon, the other three follows it with a sound of a breaking light bulb. The taillights come to life as well. The deformed body parts regain their original shape with a metallic screech.
The Doctor’s jaw drops in shock as glass starts to form from nothing. At first, it looks like shattered glass. Then the cracks shrink and disappear. It blocks out the wind. Two doors emerge from the sides. A large haube pops up and covers the engine. The newly formed elements slowly turn to vermillion. But the color goes darker and darker until its ebony black. The sound of the engine becomes softer as the mufflers are taking their place. Dark black leather starts to crawl out from every gap of the interior. Sport seats form from nothing. Dr. Whooves can finally sit properly.
Green lights flash in front of him as the dashboard comes alive. Now he can see, Christine’s speeding with 90 miles/hour and accelerates. The counter spins backwards for some reason. It shows 086554.
The windows roll up. The glass has black tint. As the final part of the regeneration, the ivory steering wheel darkens and turns entirely black too. The earth pony hears some kind of static interference. The antenna grows out of the metallic body, like a tentacle. The radio turns on. It plays “Awake and Alive” Von Skillet.
Dr. Whooves sits back and enjoys the cozy warmth that's now streaming through the air shafts. He grabs the steering wheel firmly and floors the pedal. Christine feels he’s a much Mehr confident driver, than Lyra was.
I’m alive! And now my dear Doctor… we will punish those who did this to me!
“Yes!” the brown earth pony agrees and a devilish grin expands on his face.
The doorbell rang. The turquoise unicorn idled on the porch for several minutes. There was no answer. She rang the doorbell again and again. After a while, the door opened for a bit. Only for a gap…
“Oh, Lyra… I didn’t expect Du today…”
“Hello, Doctor! I came to see if there’s anything I can do to help.” Lyra explains happily. “How’s the reconstruction going?”
“Good… Good…” the brown earth pony Antworten abstractedly.
“Oh, great! Sooo… Can I take a look?”
“No… I… this is a very delicate stage right now… listen, I’m very busy…” the Doctor stutters nervously.
“Are Du okay, Doctor? Du don’t look so good…” Lyra remarks.
“I’m fine… I… gottta go…”
Before the unicorn could react, the door closes. Dr. Whooves trots back to his workshop.
“I’m sorry… It was Lyra… I send her off… she won’t bother us anymore…” the stallion mumbles.
There’s nopony else in the workshop. Just a car. An old car. A burnt out car.
I know it was her… She’d like to get me back! Haha! But I’m yours now. a gentle feminine voice purrs inside the Doctor’s head.
“Yes…” the pony confirms automatically.
You want me, don’t you?
“Yes…”
And Du won’t betray me.
“Never…”
You won’t abandon me.
“No.”
Excellent. Now, where were we?
“I was about to repair the cardan-shaft.” Dr. Whooves replies, like a zombie.
Oh, indeed. I must be restored to operating condition! I’m counting on you, dear Doctor. You’re the smartest pony! You’re the only one who can do it!
“Yes! I am the smartest! I can do this! I will Zeigen everypony what I’m really capable of!” the brown stallion growls vigorously, while a fanatic grin forms on his face.
Strange noises come from the doctor’s workshop. He works tirelessly. He doesn’t sleep. When he’s around Christine, he feels no need for sleep. oder food. Christine is nourishment itself. Christine is wise. She knows what to do. She knows which part connects to which place.
Remove the cylinder heads softy…
Connect the carburetor to the circulation system...
No, the turbo goes to the other side…
But he, the Doctor puts himself to good use as well. He creates new components. New solutions.
“I made this for you… with this absorbtion-matrix, Du will not need gasoline anymore. Du see, this land is filled Von magic. It’s everywhere. My device absorbs it from your surroundings and converts it into fuel!” the earth pony exclaims joyfully.
He’s not aware what he’s doing. The Doctor feeds the demon. He makes her Mehr powerful. He works Tag and night. His mane is messed up. His mantel has oil spills on it. He loses weight. He doesn’t come out of his workshop. He hasn’t seen the light of Tag for several days. He loses track of time. He doesn’t care. Only Christine matters.
My sweet Doctor! Du have repaired my entire drive train! the Fury declares one day.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment for…” the Doctor cannot finish the sentence.
He doesn’t remember how long he’s been working on Christine’s restoration.
You made me functional again! Your work is done! Except for one thing… would Du do the honor, my dear Doctor?
The brown stallion glances at the car keys on a nail. He grabs them and gets inside the car. There’s no seats. No dashboard. The interior is still burnt. It still smells… and there’s another kind of smell too… the smell of rotting meat…
“The work is far from over…” Dr. Whooves sighs resignedly. “But let’s see if I managed to repair the drive train…”
The earth pony puts the key into the ignition. It feels such a natural movement. He turns the keys. The electric starter spins the keilriemen a few times. The entire body of the car shakes. The Plymouth breaks down. Dr. Whooves tries again. The engine buzzes a little then breaks down again.
“Okay, one Mehr try…” the brown stallion hisses and turns the keys once more.
The V8 engine struggles for a while, skipping a few cycles. It sounds sick. Strange, rosa smoke comes out of the exhaust. The car still shakes. The engine is frightfully unstable. The Doctor can see. Even with his hard work, Christine is nothing Mehr than a mere skeleton with an engine and a functional drive-train. There are no doors, windshield, haube oder any body components for that matter.
The Doctor’s device begins to work. The engine revs up. It’s very loud. Ther rosa smoke turns into dark, sparkly purple. The V8 revs up again and again, every time it sounds Mehr and Mehr confident. And Mehr and Mehr powerful.
“HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!” the Doctor laughs deliriously. “SHE LIVES!!!”
The noise of the rumbling engine almost snuffs out his voice.
Thank you, my Dear Doctor! Du have outdone yourself! I’m repaired! Christine exclaims excitedly.
“Oh, you’re far from that! Much work is still needed!” the earth pony replies.
On the contrary! Your work is done! Just sit back, and watch the miracle happen!
“What are Du talking about, I don’t…”
The burnt out car-skeleton launches. The naked steel rims scratch the floor, creating a rain of sparks. Christine breaks through the garage door and storms out in the Equestrian dusk. The Doctor has no choice, but to hold onto the steering wheel for his life.
“STOP!!! You’re not ready for this yet!” Dr. Whooves calls out.
Just watch!
Christine accelerates. She jolts her passenger, as she rolls on bare rims. But soon, the sparks die out. Rubber starts to form on the steel. First, just the inner sections, like if it’s decomposing in reverse. There’s a shimmery light ahead of the car. One of the four headlights turns on. Soon, the other three follows it with a sound of a breaking light bulb. The taillights come to life as well. The deformed body parts regain their original shape with a metallic screech.
The Doctor’s jaw drops in shock as glass starts to form from nothing. At first, it looks like shattered glass. Then the cracks shrink and disappear. It blocks out the wind. Two doors emerge from the sides. A large haube pops up and covers the engine. The newly formed elements slowly turn to vermillion. But the color goes darker and darker until its ebony black. The sound of the engine becomes softer as the mufflers are taking their place. Dark black leather starts to crawl out from every gap of the interior. Sport seats form from nothing. Dr. Whooves can finally sit properly.
Green lights flash in front of him as the dashboard comes alive. Now he can see, Christine’s speeding with 90 miles/hour and accelerates. The counter spins backwards for some reason. It shows 086554.
The windows roll up. The glass has black tint. As the final part of the regeneration, the ivory steering wheel darkens and turns entirely black too. The earth pony hears some kind of static interference. The antenna grows out of the metallic body, like a tentacle. The radio turns on. It plays “Awake and Alive” Von Skillet.
Dr. Whooves sits back and enjoys the cozy warmth that's now streaming through the air shafts. He grabs the steering wheel firmly and floors the pedal. Christine feels he’s a much Mehr confident driver, than Lyra was.
I’m alive! And now my dear Doctor… we will punish those who did this to me!
“Yes!” the brown earth pony agrees and a devilish grin expands on his face.
The other changelings responded Von signaling to the tank drivers to feuer at Green Flame. all this noise caused Pin Tail to wake up and get the 2 troops up. They came to Flame's assistance while carrying their anti-tank artillery gun and set it into position. After a few rounds of their kanone the tanks & changelings in them were all destroyed in only a few minutes. "Was that the enemy?" Green Flame asked Pin Tail. "Not anymore" Tail smiled as he told his friend.
applejack as Rorshach,
Fluttershy as Nite owl II,
Pinkie Pie as The Comedian,
Twilight Sparkle as Dr.Manhattan,
regenbogen dash as Ozymandias, and
Rarity as Silk Spectre II.
Excerpt from chapter one:
Rorshach: Dog carcass in an alley way this morning, hoove track on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me, I have seen it`s true face. The streets are extended gutters, and the drains are full of blood and when the gutters finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up around their waists, and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!!!" and I`ll whisper "neigh"
filly rarity: Hey u can't do that!!!
Discord: i just did!
Discord: fluttershy i know u will be crying after this!!
Fluttershy: i no i won't u big dumb MEANIE!!!!!!
Discord: oopsie (makes fluttershy be a filly)
filly fluttershy: Hey!!!! (crys)
Discord: regenbogen dash u have 2 choices 1 i make u be a filly. 2 i kill u what will it be?
Rainbow: none!!!
Discord: oh well i picked for u! (makes regenbogen a filly)
filly dash: Hey u can't do that! (kicks Discord)
Discord: (kicks regenbogen back)
Discord: Now that i got u all u have a timer for how long u have to be a filly forever!!!!!!!!!
to be continued.................
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
I don't wanna change you
I don't wanna make Du different
I'm happy with the way it is
And the way it isn't
We fit like puzzle pieces
In a perfect way
Don't go seein' raindrops
On a sunny day
Oh, i don't believe
that my world isn't real
And i wouldn't take Du from yours
I just wanna find me some magic somehow
Oh, don't be a neighsayer now
I wish Du saw yourself
The way i've always seen you
You're so much stronger now
For all you've been through
I don't believe
that my world isn't real
And i wouldn't take Du from yours
I just wanna find me some magic somehow
Oh, don't be a neighsayer now
Together
Is better
You're my best friend forever
Together
Whatever
May come my way, i say
That i don't believe
that my world isn't real
And i wouldn't take Du from yours
I just wanna find me some magic somehow
Oh, don't be a neighsayer now
1, 2, 3
I don't wanna change you
I don't wanna make Du different
I'm happy with the way it is
And the way it isn't
We fit like puzzle pieces
In a perfect way
Don't go seein' raindrops
On a sunny day
Oh, i don't believe
that my world isn't real
And i wouldn't take Du from yours
I just wanna find me some magic somehow
Oh, don't be a neighsayer now
I wish Du saw yourself
The way i've always seen you
You're so much stronger now
For all you've been through
I don't believe
that my world isn't real
And i wouldn't take Du from yours
I just wanna find me some magic somehow
Oh, don't be a neighsayer now
Together
Is better
You're my best friend forever
Together
Whatever
May come my way, i say
That i don't believe
that my world isn't real
And i wouldn't take Du from yours
I just wanna find me some magic somehow
Oh, don't be a neighsayer now