The prison was horrible. You mostly stayed in a closed, cold, and lonely cell with a hole to shit in. For acting up, you got sent here for a week, maybe two weeks at a time. You start seeing shit, being alone and without stimulation. You've lost track of the time. You're not sure if you've been in here for two hours, or two weeks. Sometimes, you walk around poking at things without even realizing it. You're pretty sure you've died inside, but when you eventually come out, you don't forget any of it.

That was the worst punishment anyone could receive, in your mind. True loneliness. Not like a villain, but rather someone lost in a world where they're the only one left alive. Nobody to talk to. Nobody to even touch. Nobody is there. Where is there? Why are you here?

Sometimes it comforts you to imagine what it would be like if there was a really hot chick in there with you. At least you could sleep better with your prostate emptied, but you know in the end that'll never happen. Sometimes you scream. Sometimes you scream so loud you forget what voice is. Sometimes you make noises because that's the only stimulation you'll get. You've given up on working out, there's no reason to anymore. You just want it all to end. Why won't it end? This cell is all you know, and it is all you will ever know for the rest of your days.

You miss momma. You miss dad. You miss your boot friends. Why are you here? Why were you betrayed?

You end up sitting there for days, only eating and sleeping.

You don't want anybody to tell you what is real. All you know is all that you can feel. The pain hurts, and it hurts especially because there is no pain because nothing goes on in this prison.

You don't want anybody to tell you what is real. Why should they? All you know is the cracks in the door, letting in a little light. All you know is all you can feel, and the feeling hurts.

That is, everything stopped hurting when the floor gave out under you.

You are Anonymous, and you enter the Overseer's office in the pony prison some call hell on Equestria. Just they don't realize how good it is there. There's comfort. There's good food. There's good chicken nuggies. Oh, you love the tendies.

The Overseer's office is a stark contrast to the friendly, inviting look of the prison. It's cold and dark, and by just looking at it, it gives you shivers. Up ahead, there's a desk with a computer terminal. Sitting behind the desk is the Overseer herself.

"Anonymous, correct? An inter-dimensional being. You've been causing quite the stir, young man." says the Overseer. You take a gander over at the Overseer. She's a normal sized, but regal looking white pony that reeks of cliche. She looks at you with a conceited glare.

"It has come to my attention that you are having, well, unclean thoughts about this establishment. What has your dragon cohort told you?"

"He said something about mind control, but I don't really believe him all that much." You say instantaneously without thought. Why have you suddenly said that? Why does the Overseer no longer scare you?

"It is good that you are not scared, young one. I wish to ask you to stop giving my guards belly rubs, it is not like I do not know what you have been doing. I will reset your account to one-hundred good boy points." she says with a slow southern drawl.

"Yes ma'am, without question, ma'am." you reply. Why are you treating her with so much respect? You can't even think right now.

"I expect only good behavior out of you. You may exit the office now. Your presence here is no longer needed." the Overseer says, in a quiet, but somehow hissing tone.

You perform an about face, and turn three-hundred sixty degrees, and then walk out of the door. Quite the strange character! You hope she doesn't ground you. The thought scares you.

That is, when you realized you were thinking like a kindergartener for a moment. You shake the thought out of your head and you resume your day of non-activity.

When you get back to your cell, you find that Tiger is there, too. What a nice surprise! You sure do love your friend.

"Heya Tiger! How goes your day, my fellow friend?" you say.

"What the hell? What's with that speech?" he says. You instantly snap out of your delusion.

"Jesus, dude. I don't know, I just was at the Overseer's office. I guess what you said about mind control is right or something." you say as you sit down on your bed, you need to take a breather. Tiger looks at you with a concerned look on his scaly dragon face. He makes a concerned dragon noise and then squats on the floor.

"Whatever you do, you should avoid the Overseer's office at all costs. I went there twice. I walked out feeling like a baby both times." he says. You look up at the ceiling. "That's part of the reason why I no longer can be violent. Something just stops me, you know? The Overseer said it would help with relations to everyone else because of some order by the Princess."

"I wonder how they do this mind control thing. Now that I've faced it full on, I've got a clear picture of what everyone else in here goes through. Still won't stop me from having my share of the fun, you know." you say with a worried chuckle at the end.

"You know, I've been thinking, you know?" says Tiger. "We should, like, get out of this shit and get someone else out of it too." Tiger says.

"You're speaking as if it could be simply spread like a disease." you reply.

"It can, and it definitely probably would work, maybe." Tiger says. You look at him with surprise.

"It's why when I spoke to you, you instantly snapped out of it. You've only been introduced to the mind control they use. I think it's some form of magic for those with tons of magic in them already." he says.

"I'm magic retardant, as told by some odd purple horse in the town a few months back. Why am I still falling for this?" you say.

"It's because you are also introduced to the cultist part of it. It's a bunch off good stuff on the outside. It's meant to trick you. I haven't fallen for it, but the magic part gets to me whenever I face the Overseer. Here, punch me."

"What?" you say.

"You can punch me, right? Try it." he says.

"Why should I punch you?" you reply.

"I can't believe you're not catching on to this, man. You're only affected by the cult-y part of the business. Your ability to reap violence right now is frowned on and stuff, so punch me."

What he said made a lot of sense. You get up, and he gets up. He holds out his dragon shoulder.

"Punch me."

Without hesitation, you punch him very hard, and ended up getting your hand hurt. You let out a low grunt, and hold your hand tenderly. Tiger laughs.

"I can't be hurt by stuff like that. Normally, if you had punched me before my visits to the big bitch, I'd beat you to a bloody pulp," he says, "but I can't now because I just don't feel like it. I've lost the spark. You've still got the fighting spirit in you, and I don't think they can get rid of it." Tiger says.

"Holy shit." you say. "Kickass."

"That proves what I was thinking. You're not affected by their mind spell, but I'd avoid drinking anything that's not water. They still can manually inject magic stuff into you if you digest it." Tiger explains.

"That explains a lot, nobody even mentioned anything like that to me." you say.

Elsewhere, in the prison, Sugar is meeting up with the Overseer in a private undisclosed location. Unfortunately for you, you're Sugar, and you're getting new orders.

"I want you to keep up the transformation process. Do whatever you can to subdue this Anonymous figure mentally. Understood?" says the Overseer.

"Understood, ma'am. We won't have any more trouble with him under my watch. He's already head over hooves for me, I'm sure of it." you reply.

"Get to it, then. I expect to see you here again next Thursday."

You can't wait.