Document 7 is a set of recording discs from a small outpost that had been stationed on the border of the uninfected area established by the Caribou Empire in the previous document. Wanting to know more about their enemy, a special mission was held in order to capture any infected that they found. The 4 most notable discs are from an infected from almost every type imaginable; a red collar, a black collar, and a purple collar. The most unusual one was from that of an infected stallion, who had suffered the same symptoms as a mare and did not die. The recordings are in order, and each involve a doctor and some armed guards entering a room to find one of the infected bound to a chair, to prevent assault.

Recording one; Red Collared Mare.
Subject is believed to be a young adult. She was found near a barricade on the border of uninfected ground, hitting a loose bit of brick with a shovel. She did not stop attempting to dislodge the wall, even while soldiers apprehended her. She only became aggressive when they took the shovel from her hands, but she had fortunately been tied down before she could infect any of the soldiers.

The recording begins with the view of a young, dehorned unicorn mare, with a pale blue coat and dirty blonde mane. She had a muzzle on, but could still speak. She was restrained to a chair with both normal restraints and steel bolts. The chair was set in front of a small table with white cloth on it, with a small light fixture hanging above it. From what the light reveals, the room has a white tiled floor. A male unicorn scientist enters the room, with two armed guards close behind him. While the guards wore protective gear, the doctor chose not to. The scientist pulls out a chair on the end of the table opposite the mare, sits, and begins speaking.

“Hello.”

The mare looks at him and begins laughing, the chair shaking somewhat.

“Who are you?” The scientist asks, taking out a small packet of papers.

“Bite. Bite bitey fuck eat.” The mare responded, her eyes darting around in several directions.

“What?” The scientist inquired.

“FUCK! EAT! BITE! TEAR! RIP OFF YOUR COCK AND MAKE YOU CHOKE ON IT!” The mare is now screaming and the chair is shaking, to the point that two guards had to hold down both armrests to keep the chair steady before the scientist could continue speaking.

“Please try to focus, ma’m.” The scientist said. The mare said nothing, just looking at the doctor as he jotted down a few notes and turned some pages in the packet. He adjusted his glasses before speaking again.

“What is your name?”

“LAST TIME I SAID IT SOMEONE JAMMED THEIR COCK IN MY MOUTH!” She screams again, but is not lunging for the doctor.

“I see. What should I call you?”

“Killer. Death. Burning fire fleeesh melt.” The mare says, looking away as if daydreaming.

“Very well then, Killer.” The doctor said, clearly not expecting anything different.

The room is quiet for a while, with a few intervals where the mare screams violently, although unprovoked. Blood started to leak from her muzzle after a few minutes, and it’s assumed that she was chewing on one of her own lips until it bled. The guards wrapped a piece of cloth around the opening of her muzzle so that she could breathe, but wouldn’t be able to spit infected blood at the doctor.

“Killer, did you just try to spit blood at me?” The doctor inquired, looking up from his notes.

“I wanna watch you bleed OUT OF YOUR ASS.” She says, looking up at the ceiling and laughing maniacally.

“So you’re aware of what will happen if I get infected?”

The mare says nothing, just laughing at the ceiling and feigning pained screams before going limp, jumping up and laughing again, shaking the chair to its limits.

The doctor takes out a small tape recorder and clicks on the recording button.

“Doctor’s log; Red collar interrogation went just as expected. Sentience is barely existent. She only wants to kill me, but it seems as if she’s not giving her all, for some reason. She has not attempted to reach for any sharp or blunt instruments, but we believe that she did attempt to spit blood at me, at the cost of her own lip. Recommend elimi-“ Before the scientist could finish, the red-collared mare spoke again, this time much calmer.

“You’re gonna get killed by your own whore. She’s gonna tear your brains out with a fucking hammer. It’s all a matter of time. I’m gonna FIND YOUR OWN WHORE and I’m gonna fuck her until she bleeds down her ankles and then WE’RE GONNA KILL YOU!” The mare screams again, rocking the chair violently to where the guards have to put a hold on her.

The doctor, looking shocked, speaks again.

“I want the red-collared infected here executed in a sterile way as soon as possible.” He spoke, turning off the recorder.

One of the guards takes out a small electrical device, jabbing the infected subject in the head, showing electricity flowing through her body as she continues to laugh maniacally until her mania ends in a pained gurgle. The camera cuts to black, displaying in white text;

“SUBJECT: TERMINATED, INFORMATION GAINED: NON-ESSENTIAL”

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Recording two: Black Collared Mare
The next tape is a recording of the interrogation of an infected black-collared mare. She had ripped out her own mane, and had a pale grey coat. She had several scratches on her lower chest, presumably self-inflicted for unknown reasons. She had been found in a small ditch, using a bowie knife to slash open the corpses of six stallions, who hadn’t been dead for more than a few hours. She was wearing a cloak made of patchwork flesh. Guards restrained her using a heavy tranquilizer.

The same doctor trots into the same room as before, with the black-collared mare sitting in the chair across from him, saying nothing, staring at him with an angered glare until he sits and takes out a notepad.

“Hello.” He says.

“Evening, dickhead.” The mare speaks, with a slight growl in her voice.

“You seem much calmer than most other mares, is there any reason for this?” The doctor says, looking up at her.

“It’s only because I’m not an idiot.” She says, shrugging.

“What do you mean by that?” The doctor says.

“I’m dead anyways, so I might as well tell you, I guess. It’s because when we were infected, mares like I, unwilling for your perverted fantasyland to take hold, had a few scraps of brain left, unlike those that went insane or wanted it to happen. The virus didn’t take that much from us. If anything, I’d call it a gift.” She said.

“Intriguing.” The doctor said, jotting down some notes, underlining a particular sentence.

“Any more questions, or are you going to put a knife in my head already?”

“We don’t plan on killing you, only if you become hostile.”

“Understandable, I guess. Maybe you stallions aren’t as stupid as you look.” She says, snickering a little before the doctor continues.

“What is your name?”

“Starlit Sky.”

“Where were you born?”

“Ponyville. At least, what used to be Ponyville, before it became a slave farm, before it became the beautiful slaughterhouse that it is now.” She says, seemingly smiling underneath her muzzle.

“Age?”

The mare pauses for a moment, before changing the topic.

“What’s with all of these boring questions that nopony gives a shit about? Ask me the juicy ones! How many stallions have I killed? How did I do it? Y’know, that kinda stuff!” She says, starting to laugh.

“I’m required to ask these questions, Starlit.” The doctor says, a bit annoyed.

“Twenty-five.” Starlit says, her eyes narrowing.

“Now, you may find these questions a bit less boring.” The doctor says, turning a page in a packet before continuing.

“Why do you only kill stallions?”

Starlit Sky smiles under her muzzle before continuing.

“The same reason any other sane mare would. They used us. All of them. They only wanted us for what we had between our legs and nothing more.” She said, her eyes beginning to bleed again.

The bleeding had seemingly stopped before, only leaving some coagulated blood underneath her eyes and a slight reddening around her pupils, but when she mentioned stallions, the bleeding started again.

“But couldn’t you have killed us before then? The implements you and your fellow infected used against your masters during the first days of the outbreak were present before the virus was discovered, were they not?” The doctor spoke, seemingly more interested, much more so, than when he interviewed the red collar.

“Yeah, but so was the fear of death. The gift of this virus took that away. I don’t fear dying, and I certainly don’t fear being tied down and fucked, especially when I saw what happens when a stallion does that to a mare like me.” She smirked.

“Starlit, I have a question for you, but it isn’t in the packet.” The doctor said.

The mare shrugged.

“Shoot.”

“You are far more open than the others here or I expected you to be. Why is that?” He asks, putting down the notepad and setting his hands in his lap.

“Pfft. Easy. It’s cause none of what I tell you will fix this. You can’t cure this. I could tell you about the virus until you knew it like the back of your hand and it wouldn’t mean a damned thing. You might be holding them off now, but the red collars are gonna get through whatever barriers you put up. You’re too afraid to go past the front line, and eventually whatever’s south of the line in the sand you drew will be home to nothing but infected.” She says, smiling.

“Go ahead and try to hold out up north. I fucking dare you to spend the rest of your life sucking water out of snow and eating whatever pig shit the Caribou feed you. One mare getting infected at the right place is all it would take to finish the job in this godless world.”

She doesn’t even move, not even taking her eyes off of the doctor. The guards seem a little nervous, but the doctor only responds by humming in thought, much to the amusement of Starlit Sky.

“And you know what the best part of all of this is?” She says, moving forward slightly.

The doctor looks at her, and his ears twitch. Starlit speaks once more before the tape cuts to black.

“You. Deserve. It.”

The tape cuts to black, with similar white text from the first tape appearing.

“SUBJECT: ALIVE, INFORMATION GAINED:MID-LEVEL IMPORTANCE. RECOMMEND IMMEDIATE MOVEMENT TO HIGHER LEVEL CONTAINMENT AND FURTHER INTERROGATION.”

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Recording Three: Purple Collared Mare
The third tape is from a purple collared mare. It could be described as much shorter than the other three. The mare within it is a Pegasus mare, with greatly deformed wings. She has a red coat, and her mane is charred. She has bandages all around her body, almost appearing like clothing, if it weren’t for many bloodstains on most of them. Unlike the first two mares, she seems frightened as the doctor enters the room, this time accompanied by four guards, all armed with assault rifles. The doctor begins by opening up a pamphlet.

“Hello.”

The mare says nothing, looking down and slowly moving side to side.

“Excuse me?” The doctor asks, a hint of sincere concern in his voice.

The mare doesn’t reply. She mumbles something, almost inaudible.

“Pardon?” The doctor asks.

“Come… Arrive… please…” The mare starts to shiver, her breath seeming labored and quick.

“Ma’m, are you alright?” The doctor reaches out a hand to touch her, resting his hand on his shoulder and trying to comfort her. She seems scared, but suddenly screams, loud enough to startle most of the guards, who immediately point their guns and turn off their safeties. She looks at the ponies and screams again, an animalistic and frightened scream, before speaking.

“THE GODDESS! THE GODDESS OF BLOOD! HER TEARS WILL MELT THE FORSAKEN! SHE WILL ARRIVE! TRINITY! TRINITY!!!! RIVERS WILL FLOW RED! THE GODDESS! THE GODDESS IS COMING!!!!” She screams, barely pausing to breathe. Her bleeding is greater than that of the mares before her, and she begins to vomit blood violently from her muzzle, onto the floor. The doctor gets up quickly, backing away from the chair, behind the guards.

The mare chokes air back in, coughing violently and vomiting blood once more before speaking again.

“See… see how she presents herself… my wings are naught but to carry her screams… my eyes are nothing but portals to peer unto the sinners she will slay in a flood of gore… I am the goddess of blood, and the goddess of blood is me… we are all goddesses, are you are nothing but sinners and damned.” She glares at the guards and the doctor, spitting some more blood onto the floor, which has filled in the lines in the floor and has begun spreading around the room.

“The Goddess is coming… you cannot stop her coming. You are all damned for angering her…” She vomits blood violently, her bloodshot eyes tearing up and her face going pale as all of the blood in her body is drained in a last act of violence. She looks up, breathing one last hollow breath before collapsing, letting the tape cut to black.

“SUBJECT: DEAD, INFORMATION GAINED: PENDING FURTHER INVESTIGATION. ANY RELATED FINDINGS ARE TO BE REPORTED TO OFFICIALS IMMEDIATELY.”

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Recording Four: Infected Stallion
The fourth and final tape is no doubt the most different. The subject is a peach colored stallion with a long, brown mane. He shares the same symptoms of the previous three mares, except that he did not die, unlike most other stallions that had been infected before. He was found in a camp of infected, in a cage made from bones and lashed together with dried organs. He was hitting his head against one of the bones, and did not attempt to kill the soldiers who apprehended him.

The tape begins with the infected stallion in a chair, looking up at the ceiling and mumbling. His voice seems somewhat stressed, but quiet. The doctor enters, this time joined by two guards and a second scientist, with similar clothing.

“Good morning.” The doctor says to the stallion.

The infected stallion looks at him, and looks to the floor, as if distracted.

“H-hello. Did master say you could talk to me?” He asked.

“Who is your master? Stallions have no masters.” The scientist inquired.

“What are you talking about? All stallions are good for are serving our masters…” The stallion responds, looking down.

“Only mares deserve masters. Don’t you know that?” The scientist says, bending forward, getting a better look at the stallion.

“N-no… no… wrong. You silly little cock-bearer, thinks he’s worth something. Ha. Ha ha. Funny.” The stallion laughs, as if what he says is well known.

“Lord Dainn taught us-“

“LORD DAINN IS A LIAR AND A WHORE!” The infected stallion screams, only proceeding to hide his face and mumble again.

“I’m sorry master… you didn’t tell me to raise my voice… I’m sorry.. When I find you I’ll take my beating. I’m sorry…”

The scientist seems almost horrified, his mouth agape in horror at what the stallion had become. He collected himself and spoke again.

“Other stallions that become infected die. Why aren’t you dead?” He asks.

“M-my master gave me a gift… kept me alive… I didn’t deserve it, I’m nothing, but she was merciful to me…” He says, motioning to a stitched scar on his stomach.

“Did somepony give you an organ?”

“My master.. not just anypony… my master…” He says, looking away from the scientist.

“Stallions don’t-“ The doctor begins to speak, but stops himself.

“I want to make this quick, no need to keep a man waiting, am I right?” The scientist said with a jovial tone, patting the stallion on the shoulder.

“T-take your time… as long as master says it’s ok…” The stallion speaks meekly.

“Who is your master?” The scientist asks.

“… Name… master’s name… M… M something… “ The stallion taps his chin in thought.

“Take your time.”

“M-Misty?” The stallion says. The room falls quiet for a moment. Neither the scientists nor the infected stallion say a thing for a moment.

“Are you aware of who Misty is to us?” The scientist says. The scientist behind him exits the room, and he is heard running down a hallway.

“Misty could free you all, you know. She granted me mercy, only harming those who I used to call my friends when they earned their deaths… I was so stupid, but she saved me from tasting the steel of her blade…” He looks down.

“I was such a fool… but Misty freed my mind. Her gift to me saved my life, she could save yours and show you the truth?” He says, smiling.

The scientist gets up from his chair. He puts down the notepad. He turns from the stallion, the guards, and the table.

“This… this makes me sick.” He says.

“Sir! You need to finish the-“ A guard speaks before being interrupted by the doctor shouting

“I don’t CARE!” He shouts.

“I’ve done everything I can. We have learned a few things, but nothing useful. I’ve done everything I can. My work here is done. Dainn help us all.” The doctor leaves the room, the infected stallion going back to his mumbling before a guard turns off the camera.

“SUBJECT: ALIVE, INFORMATION GAINED: PENDING INVESTIGATION. RECOMMEND IMMEDIATE BLOOD TESTS, FURTHER INTERROGATION, AND STRENGTHENING OF SECURITY.”

Author's Notes:

At long last; Document 7!

Remember when I said I'd do less exposition, well, I LIED! *Thunder crashing in the skies*

Well, not really, but I had this idea in my head for a while, I just finally got to putting it into a document.

I've also decided an end goal is at least 10 documents.

If popularity persists, I will continue, and I do enjoy writing this, but I'd like to move on to other ideas, even if they're just spinoffs of the Out With the Old sub-universe.

See you soon!

~senor butter