"Wake up Docter Freepony," a voice rings. I open my eyes to see a brown colored pony with a dark brown mane. He is dressed in a blue suit with a black leather suitcase by his side.

I blink my eyes. I'm not dreaming. The room I am standing in is pitch black. Suddenly an image flashes before me. A machine that explodes into a ton of pieces leaving it in pitch black with me.

The strange pony before me smiles, deviously. "The wrong pony in the wrong place can make all," he studders, "the differance in the world."

He continues, "So wake up Docter Freepony," he says, "wake up and smell the ashes..."

After he says those words, the black image disappears and I appear in a train that is moving along.

Two stallions are on the dark moldy train with me. The dark furred one peers over at me.

"I didn't see you get on," he tells me. I can't react with words so I just nod. I rub my hooves over my cutie mark to comfort me. A crowbar. I don't see that as a very terrific mark, but it is what it is. The black horse's cutie mark appears to be some shoe with wings on it. I guess he is a fast runner. I can't see the other pony's mark because of the train seat.

The two earth-bound ponies look at the door as I notice the train halts to a stop.

"Welp," the black horse begins, "here's the stop." I see the cutie mark of the other pony as he gets up on all hooves. It is the mark of a spider. Strange. I flick my head around and continue on. I exit the train as the smoggy feel of the city wraps around me.

"Welcome to Field seventeen," the sound of a voice blurts out, "it's safer here..." I glance up to see a screen to see a pony with a gray mane. Something about a propaganda. I have no idea about what he is talking about. It doesn't matter I guess.

I continue on until I enter an area where some strange pony with a black suit is searching another pony's suitcase. He uses some device on his gloves that are over his hooves to open the case. He checks it and throws it to the ground.

The pony turns to me. His strange white gasmask hiding his eyes stare into my soul. I look away and continue on. I pass through some area with containers and other ponies. Finally, I reach an area where the mysterious ponies are moving ponies through gates. Every so ofter, a red light would flicker on and that pony would be directed to another path. The sign says, "Dodge Junction".

I enter for my turn. The red light flickers on and I am directed to the other fenced path. Right before I pass through the last fence, one of the strange ponies pointed me out and directed me into a hallway. This is quiet strange...

I am guided into a room with another weird pony. This one's voice sounds strange...

"Let me handle this," it says. The other one nods as the pony exits the room. The pony that closes the door and me and the last pony stand there. He presses a button on his mask and it drops to the floor. "If it isn't Jorgen!" he laughs. "Remember," he begins, "it's me, Barely Calcorn!"

I truthfully don't remember. He smiles and goes to a control panel. I glance around the room. There is some strange chair with blood on it.

Barely presses a button on his panel with his snout. The image of another pony lights up.

"What is it Barely," the pony exclaims, "I am very bus-" The pony's jaw drops. "Jorgen Freepony..."

"Yup," Barely laughs, "he was about to board a train to Dodge Junction!"

"You have to get him out of here!" the pony says. He pushes his glasses over his snout and presses some buttons off screen.

"I'm working on it Kleiner!" Barely exclaims. He begins to press to press buttons with his hooves and a door on the opposite side of the room flies open.

In it is the exit of the room into an alley. Barely points me out of the room. "You gotta get to Kleiner's lab, Jorgen!" Barely states. I nod and trot out of the room. The click of the door sounds as I am left alone.

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