Author's Notes:

Hello readers! I can not even begin to express how sorry I am that this took so long! But, here it is! This is the climax, the battle between father and daughter, the true test! This is the second to last chapter, and I'll try to do the last one as soon as possible, and then I'm done! Don't worry though, this isn't the end of the story. And I promise, the next one won't be as long, probably. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy!

Pinkamena lay on the ground, beaten and raped. There was blood all over her body, mostly her own. Multiple bones in her body were either fractured or broken, one of her eyes were so swollen she couldn't see through them. They had the courtesy to put her pants back on her, but they left her to die after that. She tried her hardest to fight them; she even managed to kill one or two of them, but she never had a chance. There were just too many of them, and they had way more experience than she did. They eventually beat her into submission, and most had their way with her, one by one. The ones who weren't interested just watched, some enjoying it, others just out of boredom.

It felt like hours before they stopped, most hit her while they were raping her. She wasn't bothered by being raped, that stopped bothering her after Blake, even though she knew it should. Maybe it was bothering her, but what she was feeling now was overshadowing it, overwhelming defeat. She lay there in pain, unable and unwilling to move.

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In the bunker, it was a very different atmosphere. Blake was banging on the window, his face was a dark red in rage, the veins on his face popping out. He had been rooting for her before, saying how well he did on her. Then she went to fight the crowd of them, and when they started beating and raping her, Blake went ballistic. He started screaming about how it was unfair, and that they couldn't do that to her because she belongs to him, crying he was going to kill them all.

He did that the entire time they were beating her, even as the men out there walked up to the bunker and began banging on windows, saying things like: Is this it? And where's our money!? Even though she wasn't dead, just unwilling to fight, it was nitpicky, but that was the job. They needed to kill her, not beat and rape her until she couldn't fight back. Though, the way it was looking, she was going to die from her injuries. And if that happened, the money would have to be split up among them, which would cause a variety of problems.

Discord was watching almost eagerly, in the beginning, a smile on his face as he internally rooted for her. But when she was getting beaten, the usual smile left his face. He turned his head away, not wanting to see what they were doing to her. Eventually, he pulled out his laptop, using it as a distraction. He ignored everything, Blake's screaming, the sound of the thugs beating on the windows, everything. He focused on what he was doing on the laptop; he couldn't watch her die.

Igneous' reaction was the most unchanging, but he was upset. His face remained unchanged throughout most of it, except for when she killed the first three. It seemed to relax for a few seconds as if he was surprised or impressed. But he returned to his usual neutral face as if nothing had happened. He stayed like that for a few seconds, his arms crossed as he watched her fight, until she started getting beaten. Then a scowl crawled into his face, his eyebrows furrowed as a look of disappointment and anger formed on his face. He ground his teeth; he gripped his arms tightly, he needed this to go right. With everything that's been going the wrong lately, he couldn't afford this to go wrong.

There was way too much time and resources put into her for her to just die here, she may not have had the ability to transform, considering she needs a catalyst, but he would have liked to see that at least once before she died, just to know there was some point to all this. Honestly, he needed something to go right, or all this built up stress and frustration was going to kill him. He was considering just letting Blake in there and joining him in killing them, at least then they wouldn't have to waste the money on them. But, that would've harmed their reputation, and that wasn't something they could afford right now.

Igneous sighed, begrudgingly putting his finger in a small box with a button on top in front him. It was a little, wooden box with a speaker on the front; it was connected directly to the intercom, allowing him to speak to anyone in the room. He was about to speak into the intercom, telling them that they'll have to wait until she's dead first, ignoring both theirs and Blakes screaming. But the sound of gasping and a chair hitting the ground caught his attention, causing him to turn around quickly.

Discord had suddenly stood up, knocking down his chair. He seemed to be surprised by something; his mouth was agape, his glasses were falling off, revealing his dark red, constricted eyes. His was still holding his laptop in his hands, but it was closer to his face, leaning his face down towards it as if he was looking closely at something he couldn't believe was there.

"This..this is amazing! This is the first time I've seen it heal such injuries to this extent and rate! And to do so suddenly, whatever emotion she's feeling is stronger than anything I've seen before!"

Discord exclaimed, astonished at whatever he was looking at on the computer screen. Even Blake stopped his tantrum to turn around and see what was happening, though he was still furious. At any other time, one of Discord's usual outburst would have made Igneous curious about what prompted it, but with how things have been and Igneous' mood, it only irritated him.

"Discord...tell me what you're talking about, now!"

Igneous said coldly, the scowl on his face only deepened as he said that. But Discord didn't seem affected by this, he barely even responded. He quickly put the laptop on the table beside him, facing it towards Blake and Igneous, allowing them to see what was on the screen. It was similar to the monitors hooked up to patients in hospitals: Temperature, heartbeat, blood pressure, etc. But there was other stuff, in the top right corner, was the image of a human body. It was entirely gray, like on a diagram. Well, not entirely gray. The face, the upper torso, and both the legs were red, with spots of orange and yellow spread out the rest of the body. Most of the time on stuff like this, the colored area were injuries. There was other stuff too, in the bottom left corner was a long list of organs, beside them were two variations of conditions: Stabilized, and critical, most were critical. The rest was a bunch of stuff either Igneous couldn't tell what they were or were too small to make out.

"This is my custom monitor; I use these on all my patients to know, in detail, exactly how they're doing. This is, of course, Pinkamena's. But I attached this one to her while she was in the woods since she caught my interest. I've been paying close attention to her ever since, even now. I want you to look carefully at her injuries and organs, and you'll see what I mean."

Discord said excitedly to both of them as if waiting for a particular reaction. Igneous paid attention to the injuries, while Blake went back to watching the men outside, no longer interested in whatever Discord was talking about, nor was he angry enough to beat on the windows again. Igneous looked carefully at the body, paying close attention to the injuries, which was hard to do since there were so many. At first, there was no change; the injuries stayed the same. But then he began to notice it; the spots were shrinking! Not only that but as they shrunk, the color was changing too. The red was slowly changing to orange, the orange to yellow, and the yellow turned to gray, meaning the injury healed.

These weren't just the minor injuries either, that would make sense with her accelerated healing factor. These were injuries that would still take hours to heal, broken bones, collapsed organs, severe wounds that no average human could survive if left untreated. But these many critical injuries, spread out so much? It was fatal; there was only one explanation for this. As Igneous came to this realization, a smile stretched across his face, the seemingly permanent scowl now gone.

"She's transforming! Entering the first form as we speak! The timing is horrible, but this is the first I've seen someone transform so spontaneously and heal so much! If only I could tell what emotion or mix of emotions caused it, maybe if I could recreate-"

Discord began talking to himself excitedly, watching the computer for any further changes as he did so. But when he said transform, it immediately caught Blake's attention. He quickly turned around and ran towards Discord, picking him up by his shirt, he had a look of anger and disbelief.

"What do you mean 'transform'! Have you seen the state of her body? It couldn't possibly survive turning!"

Blake screamed in his face, spit flying out of his mouth onto Discord, which he wiped off. Discord's face wasn't one of
fear, more surprise, he thought Blake would be happy she wasn't going to die.

"Well, yes, normally, you'd be right. But the very first time is different, the body hasn't adjusted to change like that. So in the first transformation, the DNA and the venom mold together with the bones, muscles, and organs. Both making them stronger and healing any injuries. I thought she'd transform during the first three out of anger, but I guess I was wrong."

Discord said disappointedly; he wasn't usually wrong about things. Blake dropped him, but the anger was still evident on his face.

"You were wrong about when she'd transform, why not if she's transforming at all? With all the stuff she's been through, how do you know her body doesn't already heal quickly?"

Blake questioned, not wanting to accept he lost the bet.

"Because it doesn't work like that, you idiot!"

Discord and Blake argued, Blake desperate for Discord to be wrong. Right now, Igneous didn't care. He watched through the window, his hands behind his back, a smile still on his face. He looked past the men outside, focusing on the beaten and raped body of his daughter. And if he looked close enough, he could see the steam coming off her body. Any second now, she was going to get up, he just had to wait.

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She had lost.

There were no words for what Pinkamena was feeling right now, nothing she can think of that could truly express it. Her father was the leader of a massive criminal organization and wasn't there most of her life, if at all. Her mother was distant and cold, rarely paying attention to them except for when she had to. Her only real family were her three sisters, they were who raised her, and her best friends. But Maud has become similar to their mother, cold and showed almost no emotion. And her sisters were practically kidnapped, abandoned in the woods and left to die, and all in the name of some test. Now, she'd been abandoned, tortured, beaten, raped, experimented on, and now she was going to die.

Through this whole experience, Pinkamena has rarely felt something other than rage. But now that she lay here, her right eye so swollen she can barely see, beaten and broken on the floor, she felt something else, fear. Not only fear for herself, but Maud as well. She felt disappointment in herself, for not avenging her sisters she loved so dearly. She felt hatred for her father, for forcing her to go through all this and just watching her die. Sadness for her friends, she'll never get to see them again, and they'll never know what happened. But there was one feeling that was stronger than the others, one that she hated, powerlessness.

She was powerless to stop her father from murdering her sisters, and from doing the same to her. She was too weak to keep fighting and avenge her sisters, even after everything. This wasn't the first time Pinkie's felt weak and powerless; she's just never really thought about it. She couldn't stop Sunset from mind controlling the entire school; she couldn't stop The Sirens forcing her and her friends to fight, her friends could have died, and she couldn't do anything!

This wasn't going to just magically work out like that though, no, this was different. She was going to die here; then Igneous would force Maud to go through the same stuff. And she too would die, then, to erase her existence, he would kill all her friends, all because she was too weak. Pinkamena felt something new, but familiar at the same time. She felt a burning hatred, but not for Igneous, this time, it was for herself. She was so angry at herself for being so powerless, for being unable to stop her father from killing the people she loved, Pinkamena couldn't believe how ignorant she was before this. For being so naive and ignorant, thinking nothing was wrong, and the world was a fair and great place. But most of all, she felt angry that even after everything that's happened to her to make her stronger and better, after being transformed into something better than human, she was still so weak!

Pinkamena's body began to burn intensely, steam rising off her body, mainly from the spots where her injuries were. But she barely paid any attention to it, compared to the consuming rage and hatred inside of her, it was nothing. She grits her teeth, not out of pain, but out of anger. She wasn't going to die here, she couldn't die here! Pinkamena slowly lifted up her fist, steam still rising from it, and hit it against the ground, her nails digging so deep into her skin that it drew blood.

She thought of the faces of her sisters, pale and dead; their last moments must have been agonizing. Then she thought of Maud with that same look, and her friends, something that she never wanted to see! Pinkamena began to rise slowly, her injuries almost done healing, but she ignored the pain. Her body began to morph, similar to when Discord first injected her. Her teeth were growing larger and sharper, while her nails grew longer, resembling claws more than nails.

But she would not submit! Maud was not weak, her friends were not weak, she was not weak! She was not going to be powerless and let her father kill the people she cared about! Pinkamena began growling fiercely, she was nearly on her feet at this point, the steam now only coming from the places her body was morphing. Her body was getting larger, mainly her arms and legs. She could feel her skin getting tougher too, becoming more of a leathery texture. Her eyes had changed color; they were now a crimson red, matching the color of blood on her body.

Pinkamena no longer looked human; her teeth seemed like the kind that would belong to a predator, larger than usual and sharpened, prepared to tear apart meat. Her nails had grown a few inches; the tips looked sharp as knives. Her body had become noticeably larger, but not to the point of abnormality. Her skin looked the same but had a much tougher texture now. She held out her hands in front of her, looking down as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She touched her teeth; they felt unfamiliar in her body, and yet she knew she'd adjust quickly.

She could feel the power coursing through her; she felt stronger, faster, like she could kill them all. But that wasn't what she was focusing on; she was focusing on the urge. She could smell their blood, hear their heartbeats; she allowed her bloodlust to consume her. Filled with her newfound power, her unyielding rage, her desperation to kill her father, and pure insanity, she smiled. She got on all fours, similar to before when she pounced on one of three, but this time with a smile. She began to slowly crawl forward, as she felt herself become consumed by her instincts. As she smelt the sweat and blood from the many men in front of her, she remembered the taste of blood from earlier.

It was intoxicating; she could feel her mouth watering, craving for the taste. She would have stuck her tongue out, but she probably would have bit it off. The sound of their heartbeats got louder the closer she got; it soon became the only sound, other than her thoughts. She began to lose herself, in the lessons she learned from the woods, in the teachings burned into her by Blake, in her new animal instincts, in her broken mental state, she was becoming trapped in her sanity. And the more she lost her self, the faster she got, she was practically salivating.

Everyone was gathered at the bunker window since they lost interest in her, they assumed she was dead and wanted their award. None had noticed the one they thought was dead had got up and was running towards them. One of the ones in the back heard the sound of her hands and feet hitting the ground, and slowly turned around to see what it was. His eyes widened and his mind filled with fear, as what he saw terrified him. It was some monstrosity of a person; the teeth looked like they belonged to a lion! And the nails looked like claws that of a wolverine! Her injuries from before were none existent; her clothes ripped from where they were. Her eyes were so wide and red; they had so much hatred and bloodlust behind them, even more than before. But it was too late; there was nothing he could do but scream.

"What the hell-"

He desperately tried to scream, attempting to warn the others of the threat. But before he had time to finish, his throat was ripped apart. As soon as he noticed her, Pinkamena leaped forward, jumping off the ground towards him with her mouth open. Before he had the time to finish his sentence, Pinkamena pounced on him, digging her nails into his shoulders and biting into his neck, knocking him down to the ground.

She tore into his neck, biting through the meat to the bone, almost like she starved for it. Within seconds he was dead, she had lost herself in the addictive feeling of taking a life in such brutal way, and the intoxicating taste of blood. For a moment, she forgot what she was and lost her sense of control; blood covered her mouth and the floor as she ripped through his neck, nearly decapitating him. She would have entirely eaten through his neck if one of the others hadn't kicked her off of him. She lost her self so much in the taste, her grip on him had almost entirely loosened, so she got knocked back a few feet.

"What the fuck are you!? Some monster!?"

One of them yelled at her, fear and anger in his voice. They had noticed as soon as they heard his scream and his body hit the floor, but they were too late. They would have acted sooner, but they were too in shock at the abomination they were seeing. But when the blood hit one of the closer one's face, the shock left him. Most of them were looking at her; a few were looking at what was left of the body right beside them. The ones who were looking at the body were either still in shock, or were disgusted and couldn't believe what they were seeing. Around twenty of them were looking at Pinkamena, their fist clenched, and sweat ran down their faces. Most were disgusted, some were angry, but there was one thing they all felt, which was fear. They didn't know what they were looking at, and that terrified them.

Pinkamena lay on her side, slight traces of steam came from the side of her face where they kicked her, healing the injury. The smile on her face was gone, replaced with a grimace, she didn't like being interrupted during a meal. She slowly began to get up, not looking at the crowd of men in front of her. She didn't have to; she knew her answer.

"A monster? No,"

Pinkamena stood up, a smile stretched across her face as she looked at the crowd of men in front of her. Her teeth were a dark red, blood dripped from her mouth onto the floor, making her malicious smile even more terrifying.

"I'm an animal!"

Pinkamena screamed as she began running towards them, the ones who were looking at the body now joined them. They started running towards her, intent on beating down whatever this thing was. But when they met, Pinkamena outstretched her arms and quickly jumped forward, slicing open the throats of two in the front, they didn't even have time to react.

One on her left tried to punch her, but she easily dodged it, grabbing him by the arm and throwing him into one of the others, her smile, if possible, seemed to widen. Discord was right; her senses were so much better in this form! She could hear the joints and bones moving in their arms and legs, allowing her to know that she was about to be hit without even looking! She could smell their sweat and blood, but best of all, she could smell it! Their fear!

"I'll kill you!"

Someone behind her screamed, trying to hit her from behind. But she only smirked, quickly leaning down and putting her hands on the ground. She lifted her legs off the ground, pushing her body upwards and kicking him in the jaw, she could hear the satisfying sound of his neck snapping. She landed on his chest, enjoying the sound of his ribs cracking. Right as she landed on him, two men leaped at her, one from the front and one from the back. She bent her knees and jumped up, causing them to jump into each other. For a few seconds, she was above the crowd of men.

And thanks to both her improved eyesight and her killing high, she was able to focus those few seconds. She could see it on their faces, they were afraid! That fear in their eyes, some of them were even shaking! Just a little more, and they'll lose their will to fight. Pinkamena looked down for her next target, eager to taste the deliciousness of blood again. She landed on one of the men, her mouth wide open as her sharp teeth poked out. She chomped on his face, avoiding his mouth so he could hear his screams.

Her teeth sank into his upper face, biting into his eyes and part of his nose, his screams were deafening, but they only filled Pinkamena with glee and arousal. She bit deeper, causing his screaming to stop and his body to go limp. She slowly detached her teeth from his face, tossing his body to the floor like it was nothing. There was a gigantic hole in the front part of his head; it looked like the result of a brutal animal mauling. She bit deep, almost biting through the bone. The muscle was all that was visible, covered in blood and other liquids, little shreds of skin stuck out. The eyes sockets were almost empty, the optical nerves sticking out of them like cables out of a computer, except there were still parts of the eye on these. Blood flowed from his face, making a puddle on the floor around him.

Pinkamena's face was covered with blood, to the point to where it looked like that was her skin, which made her eyes almost seem natural. She visibly gulped, swallowing the juices of the eyes and the meat, as she had torn them apart with her teeth. Then she started moving her tongue around in her mouth as if something got stuck in her teeth. She turned her head to the side, spitting something small and white out. It landed at the feet of one of the thugs to her left, he picked it up and examined it, but threw it to the floor when he realized what it was. It was bone, probably a part of his skull.

"So,"

Pinkamena whispered, but everyone around her heard it. She was in the middle of the crowd, men surrounded her, but they did nothing. They could only watch in terror as she devoured his face, and tossed his body aside like it was nothing. She looked at the men in front of her, but it was evident she was addressing all of them. She outstretched her arms in a welcoming manner, her palms open, though her hands still covered in blood. Her smile was broad and sadistic, her teeth a dark red with blood, parts of flesh in them. Her pupils constricted as she slightly lowered her head, taunting them to attack her, her eyes practically glistened.

"Who's next?"

Her words were a catalyst, enhancing the immense fear in each of them. The crowd dispersed, almost all of them going to the bunker. They all went around her, not even one bumping into her, she stood completely still. They were filled with overwhelming fear, crowding around the windows and beating on it desperately, screaming to be let out and that they didn't want the money anymore, but it was in vain, Igneous had no mercy. But not all of them left, there were still three in front of her. They were shaking, they were just as afraid of her as the others, yet they stood their ground. They were either stupid or were relying on their anger to fuel them. She didn't care.

"So, you're the guys with the big balls, huh?"

Pinkamena asked sarcastically, standing straight up and tilting her head curiously. She stuck her abnormally long tongue out of her mouth and moved her right hand to her face, licking the blood off her hand, making one of the men shiver. Her smile widened, her eyes constricting again, as she got on all fours, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth.

"When I'm through with you, you won't have any!"

Pinkamena leaped forward, as she slowly succumbed to the bloodlust.

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"Jesus Christ."

Blake whispered to himself, in shock at what he was seeing. After hearing the scream from one of the men, he stopped arguing with Discord and looked out the window, just in time for the carnage. But instead of his prideful smile, he usually had, his face was that of terror. He's seen gore before, hell, he's seen men tear each other apart in some of the most gruesome ways he could imagine. But this was different; there was no motive behind the way she killed, she was toying with them. Usually, this would make Blake proud, since he contributed to making her like this. But there was something about her change, something he didn't make. He may have given her a push, but somehow, he felt like she either was already like this or was on her way to be. Not only that, but this was the first time he's ever seen one of Discord's 'creations' in action, it almost made him jealous. But now that he's seen it, combined with something he created, it was unnerving.

Discord was mesmerized, his glasses were slipping off, but he didn't seem to notice. He had a smug grin on his face, almost identical to the one Blake usually has. He too was focused on the events outside the bunker, the one-sided massacre happening just in front of them. But, unlike Blake, he knew this would happen. He expected it, though he second-guessed himself for a little bit. And while he could do without the...brutality, this had surpassed his expectations. He's seen the first transformation dozens of times, and most of the time, they survive it. This test was harder than most, but the chimeras usually survive, even if just barely.

She wasn't just barely able to fight them off or having trouble adjusting, it almost looked natural. She used her new form so flawlessly like it was an old glove she hadn't worn in a long time. It was marvelous! This was better than he could have ever expected, than any chimera he'd ever seen! Before he realized it, Discord quickly took out his brown journal from his pocket, never taking his eyes off what was happening in front of him. He began to immediately write down everything he was seeing, being able to write it without even looking. He wrote down every visual detail, also writing down reminders for later, he needed to know everything.

Igneous's reaction was the most out of character, but at the same time, it fit perfectly. Igneous was shaking! Not out of fear of his daughter, or because he was angry that they weren't killing her, but because he was excited! He had been desperate for results, for this to go right, and it did! This was amazing! Not only did she turn out to be the person he needed her to be, but she was a killing machine! She wasn't the same immature child he dropped into the woods; she was a different person! He wasn't sure if it was something she learned in the woods, something Blake or Discord did, or if what just natural! But the way she was psychologically manipulating them, the way she used her senses to fight, even the way she acted and talked was impressive.

It took him years before he learned any of that. And she seemed like she already knew it all! Her emotions weren't holding her back, but she wasn't just letting her instincts control her either. She was thinking about everything she did and enjoying every second of it. Igneous had goosebumps; he couldn't stop shivering! This was his child! He made this! At first, he thought he would need a boy to be a proper heir, since the first two died, and Maud wasn't capable. But now he knew she was perfect! She was precisely the win he needed, now all he could do was watch and wait.

Igneous stood, his hands clenching tightly, a wide grin on his face. None of them said nothing; there was nothing to say. They just watched, as their creation tore apart men like a fox in a hen-house. She killed the three who tried to fight her efficiently, their deaths meaning nothing. She spared no one, not even the ones too afraid to confront her. They were still crowded up at the bunker windows, begging to be let out, but Igneous wasn't going to. It was almost pitiful, watching her kill them so quickly. Most of them weren't painless either; she didn't seem to be one to do something so merciful. She either ripped them apart, bit through their faces and necks, or broke their spines and left them to die, or to finish later.

"Come on! Fight back! It's no fun if you just let me!"

Pinkamena yelled, after tossing another body aside like it was nothing. She still had that sadistic smile on her face; her crimson eyes thirsted to kill. The fresh blood began to mix with the dried, as it began to deeply stain into her clothes, something that would never come out. Despite her request, the men continued to crowd around the windows, begging for freedom desperately.

"Welp, I tried."

Pinkamena mumbled disappointedly, pouncing towards the now small amount of men. Igneous shuddered at her words; she just got better every second. For what felt like hours, Igneous, Blake, and Discord watched, each for different reasons. She finished those men like they were cattle, except she didn't wait until they were dead to start eating them. Her hunger seemed to be satisfied, as she wasn't eating their bodies or drinking their blood. Bodies and body parts spread throughout the entire room. Blood almost covered the whole floor, the parts that were visible, anyway. Most of the bodies had something taken off or out of them, bite marks on most.

Pinkamena didn't seem to mind the carnage, in fact, she almost seemed proud. She looked around her surroundings, down at the bodies and blood, no emotion on her face. Then, unexpectedly, she got on her knees. Her arms dangled at her side, blood dripping off of them. She looked up at the roof, hanging her head back as she did so, allowing her pink hair, which had splotches of blood in it, to flow behind her, something she had never really done before. Her face looked calm, almost relaxed. Her eyes were closed in a peaceful way; the smile disappeared, she almost looked like she was asleep.

For a moment, Igneous questioned whether she was conscious. She didn't move at all, except for her chest, indicating she was still alive. The adrenaline rush was beginning to leave him since there was no one else for her to kill, he regretted not getting more guys.

"Come on, do something, don't tell me your fighting spirit was temporary."

Igneous mumbled under his breath; he needed her to do something. Sure, what she did was impressive. But sometimes it can be the effect of their first transformation or first kill, temporary insanity if you will. He needed her to keep behaving the way she was, to know that it wasn't just something temporary.

Pinkamena, of course, didn't hear him. For a few more minutes, she was utterly still. Igneous could feel the annoyance and frustration creeping up on him, feelings he was all too familiar with. But Pinkamena, knowing it or not, was about to please him. She suddenly opened her eyes, her smile quickly returning. Her right hand grabbed a nearby decapitated head, digging her nails into the eyes. She stood up immediately, get into a position similar to a baseball pitcher.

She pulled her right arm back, lifting her right foot off the ground slightly. She gripped the head tightly, then she suddenly slung her arm forward, her foot stomping onto the floor. She threw the head with accuracy and strength, it splattered against the window, almost seeming to stick before it fell to the ground. The blood covered the window, but not enough to where they couldn't see through.

"Is that all you got, dad!? I've got at least two hours left, are you going to make me sit here and wait?"

Pinkamena asked impatiently; she was still eager for blood. And just like that, Igneous could feel it again. That rush, that excitement to fight, the need to kill. He needed to sate it; he needed a release. And at the same time, he needed to test her thoroughly, and then break her. Igneous smile insanely, as an idea entered his mind.

"Discord, what's her condition?"

Igneous said calmly, the emotion in his voice nearly opposite to the one on his face. Discord didn't respond; he didn't even seem to notice. He was reading the notes in his journal, mumbling to himself incoherently. Blake didn't seem to be in shock anymore, but he remained silent. At some point in time, he had walked over to the table. Blake sat down in the chair, looking out the bunker with a blank look on his face. He had the necklace in his right hand, moving it around between his fingers.

"Discord!"

Igneous shouted, snapping Discord out of his trance. He looked at Igneous shakily, more out of surprise than actual fear.

"Y-yes?"

Discord asked slowly, not knowing whether he asked him a question or not.

"Her condition, what is it?"

Discord quickly walked over to his computer, which was on this entire time. He put his journal back in his pocket, leaning down and looking on the screen.

"Well...she's fully healed, no physical injuries. From the looks of it, I would say-wait a minute, this is strange."

Discord started out normally, but his tone became more suspicious and confused. He began to examine the laptop as if he was looking for something.

"What is it?"

Igneous said, his voice showing how irritable he was. He had his head turned to the right, looking at Discord with one eye. His hands were still at his sides.

"Her bones, they're strange. Usually, in the first form, the bones change to adjust. But looking at her body, not all of them have. Some parts have, like her arms and legs. But most of her bones haven't changed, if at all! Most have stayed the same, but some changes in size or density, maybe even longer. That's not all either, some of her teeth haven't changed, mostly the ones used to bite are the only ones that have.

Her eyes have stayed the same size, even the pupils have stayed human. As far as I can tell, the only change is the color of the pupils; I have no idea whether it's even affected her vision or not."

Discord exclaimed, he was becoming frustrated at not understanding what was happening here.

"Wait, I thought you said she had successfully transformed."

Igneous turned all the way around, both eyes facing Discord. Another body part hit the window behind him, causing more blood to splatter. It seemed Pinkie had started playing catch with the windows, except the ball was body parts.

"She has! I guess she's in some partial transformation like she only focused on certain parts of her body changing. I know it's possible to change the skin to scales or fur on certain parts, but this is very different! Her eyes can only change color in a full transformation! At least, they're supposed to. It should be impossible only to change particular parts like this, something she shouldn't even be able to do yet!"

Discord's voice was panicked and erratic, trying to come up with any explanation.

"Are you telling me she was able to do all of this without even fully transforming?!"

Igneous nearly shouted, disbelief written all over his face.

"Well, yes, but there's one problem."

Discord almost whispered, knowing bad news wasn't something Igneous wanted to hear right now.

"What?"

Igneous asked impatiently.

"Since she thinks she's in her first form, that means she isn't doing this intentionally; I doubt she'd even know how. And since this is something I've never seen before, all I can do is make assumptions. There are three possibilities why this happened: One, her emotions were high, but weren't strong enough for a complete transformation, resulting in this. Two, her feelings were strong enough, but her body wasn't. Certain parts were ready; some others weren't, so only the parts prepared changed.

Third, this is something unique to her. Every chimera has their trait, something only they have because of their genetic sequence. Sometimes it's access to specific animal abilities, or it can even be something like being able to stop and restart their own heart. I've never seen something like this before, but with chimeras, anythings possible.

But, the cause isn't the issue. The real problem is stability."

Discord said worriedly like he knew something was going to go wrong.

"Stability? Why's that a problem? Isn't the first transformation always stable?"

Igneous asked, dreading the answer.

"Yes, it almost always is. But since this is something completely new, I have no idea how the body is dealing with it. If the body is stable than I have no idea what the length of this could be, or if she even can revert it, assuming she knows how.

But, with the chemical imbalance, the body not used to certain parts being heavier than usual, and there haven't been any chances for it to rest since she's been constantly moving, it's very likely her body's unstable. Which means..."

Discord didn't finish his sentence; he seemed almost afraid too. Igneous looked at him expectedly, the realization slowly creeping into his mind.

"Which means what?!"

Igneous yelled at Discord, he already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it.

"It means..."

Discord hesitated, he sighed as he took off his glasses, a look of worry and fear was on his face. He closed his eyes; he couldn't look at the computer anymore.

"At any given moment, her body could collapse, most likely putting her into a coma. And if she does, I'm not sure when she’d wake up, if at all."

Discord didn't say anything else; he kept his eyes clothes and hands on the table, he didn't want to talk anymore. Igneous's face changed to anger, as he turned back to Pinkamena, who was still throwing body parts at the bunker window, that smile still on her face. Igneous watched her, his anger burning inside of him. He ground his teeth, his hands clenched, nails digging into his skin.

"Would fighting speed it up?"

Igneous asked, no anger or fear in his voice. Discord didn't say anything for a little bit; he didn't want to.

"No, it wouldn't affect it, as long as she isn't too badly injured."

Discord answered, the words out of his mouth softly spoken. Igneous looked out the window; he was considering doing something drastic.

"Fuck it!"

Igneous suddenly yelled, slamming his hand against a button on the wall beside him. He ran out towards the door of the room, opening it quickly.

"What are you doing?!"

Discord asked, not understanding what he was going to do. Igneous stopped halfway through the door, looking like he was in a rush.

"Getting results."

He ran out the door, slamming it behind him, saying nothing else.

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Pinkamena threw an arm towards the window, but it didn't seem to leave much blood.

"What are they doing in there? Are they even paying attention to me?"

She mumbled to herself, a bad habit she still had from her time in the wilderness. Since she's killed all the men, she assumed she would move on to the next part of the test. Unless that was the entire test, then she would be very disappointed. She decided the best way to get their attention was to start throwing body parts at the window. And, surprisingly, it worked.

The gates that the men came out of slowly began to open, causing Pinkamena to toss aside the leg she was about to throw, an eager and excited look on her face.

"Alright! It's about time! So, what going to be my next ch-"

Pinkamena immediately stopped where she was, disbelief on her face. Igneous walked out of the darkness, not with that same brooding look on his face, but with a prideful smile.

"You've seemed to have taken care of these guys fairly quickly, ready for an actual challenge?"

The words came out of his mouth smoothly; he was acting so calm, more than usual. In seconds, Pinkamena filled with burning rage, so much so she couldn't even say anything. She began running towards him, not thinking about what she was going to do; she was running on her rage.

"Just going to rush in like that? Seems a bit reckless to me."

Igneous said smugly, not even flinching when she took a swipe at him. He dodged it quickly, his movements surprisingly fast. She took another swing at him, but he avoided that one too. Faster than she could react, he moved forward and kneed her in the face, knocking her down on the ground.

"These guys may have had more battle experience than me overall, but I've fought chimeras before, most of them in this very room."

Igneous said to her, his calm demeanor still present. Pinkamena jumped off the ground towards him, launching a kick towards him from the left. This time, he didn't dodge. Instead, he caught the leg with his hands, holding it with a firm grip. Without hesitation, he spun around, taking Pinkamena with him. He tossed her across the room, causing to land on her side with a grunt.

"I know your limits, your speed, and your strength. So, as long as I remain calm, fighting you is not that hard. Especially when it's one like you, allowing their rage to consume them."

Pinkamena slowly got off the ground, looking towards her father, the color red began to blur her vision. She roared as she ran towards him on all fours, no longer able to think.

"There you go again, rushing in without thinking. That wouldn't be too bad if you were competent."

Pinkamena began to desperately attack him, swinging her nails at him again and again, trying to land even a single hit on him, but he was dodging them with ease. Eventually, Igneous grabbed her arm and kicked her in the chest, knocking her down on the ground. He then firmly stomped his foot on her chest, still holding her arm in his hands.

"Strength and speed mean nothing if you're stupid, you have to think about everything you do, every hit has to have a meaning. I wonder, maybe some pain will teach you this lesson."

Before she could react, he quickly twisted and bent her arm, causing it break almost instantly, making a loud snapping sound. Pinkamena felt the immense sharp pain through her entire arm, causing her to nearly whimper. But she bit her tongue; she couldn't let him hear her pain, she wouldn't allow it. He let go of her arm, steam rising from her arm as it began to heal itself. She held it close to her body, trying to let it heal.

"You're as pathetic as your sisters, do you expect to avenge them being as weak as you are?"

He asked blatantly, looking down at her with pity in his eyes. Pinkamena tried jumping towards him, but she could barely get off the ground. He didn't have to try that hard to avoid it, he just slightly sidestepped. She hit the ground with a thud, landing on her still healing arm, causing her to grunt. Igneous kicked her in the stomach, barely doing any damage.

"You are a disappointment; I should have just went ahead and got Maud. This was a waste of time, If only I had a son instead of four girls, maybe then I wouldn't have such a pitiful bunch of children."

Pinkamena tried to get up, but Igneous kicked her again, hard enough to crack her ribs. He put his foot on her head, slowly pressing down. Pinkamena was in a lot of pain, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"You know, I have the video of them dying. They were too scared to leave the cave, afraid of whatever animals were waiting to eat them in the woods. So they starved, holding onto each other in the end. But, Blinkie made Inkie make a promise. That if she died, Inkie would eat her to survive, and the same vice versa. Well, Blinkie starved first. And Inkie? Well, I'm not sure if she was too weak to do it, or strong enough to resist, but she starved too. Their bodies didn't go to waste; the rats made use of them."

There wasn't actually a video of them; there was no camera in that cave. He was goading her, hoping to force her to transform entirely. He didn't look down at her as he talked, he was curious to see if she would suddenly get up and attack him, but she wasn't.

Pinkamena was sobbing, not because of the pain, but because of her sadness. Her rage slowly began to face, as her almost forgotten feelings of grief returned. She pushed her face into the ground, hoping to stifle her crying, tears rolled down it.

"Honestly though, it makes me curious. If they had made it to this point, which I doubt they would have, I was going to make them kill each other, instead of the usual test. I would have liked to-are you crying?!"

Igneous asked aggressively, looking down at her with an angry look on his face. She didn't respond; she just continued crying.

"At first, I just felt pity and disappointment looking at you like this. But now? It makes me sick!"

Igneous pulled back his leg; then he let it go, kicking Pinkamena in the stomach again, causing her to cough up blood. He kicked her pretty hard, it lifted her off the ground and sent her flying a few feet. She probably would have gone farther if she hadn't hit a wall, she tried to stand up, but she couldn't. Her arm and ribs were still healing, and now so was her back. She could only sit up with her back against the wall, at least until she could get up again.

"The moral of that story was that the weak and cowardly die. And what are you doing? Being a coward! You're sitting there and crying! I thought you said you were going to kill me?! But now you sit here, broken and pathetic!"

Igneous screamed at her, trying to push her. She had stopped crying, but that didn't mean she was angry, he was just going to have to push her harder.

"I'm sorry!"

Pinkamena screamed, tears threating to fall again.

" You're sorry!? I killed your sisters, and your apologizing to me!?"

Igneous asked rhetorically; his voice boomed in the room. He appeared to be angry, and partly was, but he was trying to provoke her in any way he can. Pinkamena didn't respond.

"Not only did I kill your sisters, but I tortured you for months! I spent so much time and money on you, made you better and stronger than the pathetic child you were before! And yet here you are, making empty threats, stronger than you ever were before! But you're too stupid and weak minded to do it!"

Pinkamena clutched the sides of her head with her hands, tears going down her face.

"Shut up!"

Pinkamena screamed, her voice breaking as she did so.

"Now you're not even fighting anymore! You're sitting there and screaming at me like a child having a tantrum! What would your friends say if they saw you now? It doesn't matter; I'm going to kill them after this. Not because I have to, but to punish you for being such a failure!"

Pinkamena's nails began to dig into her head, blood dripping from it. Tears began to flow down her face; her emotions began to overcome her.

"No! Please! Not them!"

Pinkamena begged, her friends and Maud were all she had left, she couldn't afford to lose them.

"Stop begging me, it's pathetic! You need to fight for what you want! You want to stop being powerless and weak? Then prove it! If you don't get up right now, I'm going to do something so bad to your friends; it'll make what I did to you look like a joke!"

Pinkamena felt fear coursing through her, fear for herself and her friends. But at the same time, she could sense her rage. But somehow, it was different. It felt stronger, and it burnt differently, almost like it wasn't hers. Pinkamena slammed her fist against the wall, slowly standing up. Her anger and resolve temporarily forgotten, but slowly coming back, stronger than before now that the main reason for them is right in front of her.

"There you go! Come on, show me that fire in your eyes!"

Igneous demanded, his excitement slowly began to overwhelm him. Pinkamena looked up at Igneous, her eyes brimming with anger. The pupils were morphing, changing size and shape. Steam was irradiating off her body; her rage began to consume her. Her hair was almost flowing, the steam coming out of her body so rapidly, it began to cover her body.

"I'm not weak! I'm not powerless!"

Pinkamena said, either to herself or Igneous, he couldn't tell. Her hand dug into the wall, actually slightly denting it. Her teeth were showing, steam coming out of her mouth from her teeth, she seemed to be snarling at him.

"You are! You can't do anything right! You couldn't even protect your sisters; you didn't even look for them! You never wrote, you never looked for them, did you even care at all about them?! Do you even care about your friends?! It's their lives on the line too, and you don't seem to be trying too hard for them! Or are you just so weak that you can't?!"

He could feel it; he was getting close. She was right on the edge.

"SHUT UP!"

Pinkamena slammed her hand against the wall again, causing a dent. The steam began to come out more rapidly; it began to clot up around her, making it hard to see her. But there was one thing Igneous could still see clearly, her eyes. They seemed to be an even darker shade of crimson than before; the pupils looked barely human. Her voice was distorted, sounding like hers, but also the sounds of other animals. It was almost hard to tell what she was even saying.

"Why don't you come an make me? Or are you afraid?"

Igneous taunted her, gesturing her with his hands. That was the final push, Pinkamena could no longer stop herself. Pinkamena's eyes expanded, the pupils changed to slits, similar to a snakes. Her mouth opened, showing her carnivorous teeth. Her body got slightly bigger, and the parts that stayed the same before also grew. Steam exploded from her, as she killed the fear in her heart, and replaced it with rage.

A roar filled the room, coming from the spot Pinkamena was in. It sounded like a combination of a lion and a bear, but it was slightly distorted. Igneous knew what that was; he's heard it so many times, that was the roar of a chimera. Igneous smiled, she had finally transformed.

The roar pushed the steam forward, like a strong gust of wind. The steam was hot, not enough to burn, but enough to make someone sweat. It was strong enough to knock the hat off of him, but he didn't put his hands up to stop it from hitting his eyes, he didn't have time to.

"The very first transformation is usually explosive, but this one, in particular, seems to be more so, interesting."

Igneous mumbled to himself, his hat seeming insignificant. But another roar filled the room, this one louder than before, making Igneous's ears ring. This caused another gust of steam to burst forward, this one stronger than before. It hit Igneous's eyes, the sudden pain causing him to close his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened them again, Pinkamena was in front of him.

She was midair, off the ground in front of him. Her eyes were still a dark crimson, looking more like black mixed with red, her pupils making her look inhuman. Her teeth were obvious, large, sharp, and tinted with red. And, for just a moment, Igneous forgot who he was looking at, he only saw a predator, hunting its prey.

She swiped at him, faster than before, this time she was aiming for his face. He was barely able to dodge it, both because she was faster, and he didn't have time to react. Even though he was able to avoid it, she almost hit him, cutting off some of his hairs. Igneous was about to make a snarky remark when she hit the ground, but she didn't. Faster than he expected, she put her left hand on the ground, using it to spin herself around, kicking him in the side.

It hit him in the side, causing him to grunt more out of surprise than out of pain. But, he was able to stand his ground. He put his right arm around her leg, not intending to let it go. But, instead of struggling to get out of his grip like before, she just smiled. She used the left hand to swipe towards him, knowing he wouldn't be able to dodge this time. Igneous noticed this but also realized he wasn't fast enough to entirely avoid getting hit. He let go of her leg and moved back as quickly as he could, but he wasn't fast enough.

The tip of his nose was caught off, and some parts of his face were scratched. Deep claw marks were on his face, red. Igneous grunted loudly, his face burned with a hot pain, blood running down his face. Steam began to rise off his face, his wounds starting to heal. The problem was, the steam was clouding his vision, making his eyes water, which was affecting his sight.

Pinkamena was satisfied, she finally hit him and got that smirk off his face. Not just that, but with that steam coming off his injuries, she finally got confirmation that he was also a chimera. But she wasn't done yet; she wanted to make him suffer. Before he could fully heal, Pinkamena leaped forward, taking quick swipes at him. Igneous was unprepared; he could barely see. But he heard her moving, in response, he moved to the right, but still getting grazed. He focused on what he could listen to, dodging her attacks the best he could. The first few he didn't entirely avoid, causing him to get cut along his body.

But, he was a fast healer, the wounds on his face were quickly closing. He was getting his vision back, meaning he could dodge her attacks better. He was no longer getting grazed; he was now dodging pretty easily. But he couldn't go on the offensive; he wanted to wait until his wounds fully healed. As he was dodging, he noticed her attacks were different before. They were almost too easy to avoid, it's almost like she wasn't even aiming to hit him like she was just swiping at him with no real intention of actually hitting.

"Are you even trying to hit me? Or are you so pathetic that you can't even-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he tripped. He looked behind him to see what on, his eyes widened in shock at what it was. There was a reason she wasn't trying to hit him, she wanted him to dodge her. She was placing her attacks in a certain way and direction, so he would have to dodge her a certain way. She had been leading him over to the bunker, continuously attacking him so he wouldn't notice. And since he wasn't paying attention to he was moving, he tripped on one of the bodies. Pinkamena smiled sadistically; her plan had worked. Pinkamena jumped forward, but instead of trying to cut him with her nails, she clenched her hand. She was going to hit him, hard.

"Clever girl."

Igneous mumbled as Pinkamena punched him in the face, slamming him against the ground. He bounced off the floor, Pinkamena slammed her foot against his chest, causing one of his ribs to break. He winced as she did, causing her smile to widen. Now, she just has made him transform, and then beat him, permanently demoralizing him.

"Get up; I'm not done with you. You're going to fight, you're going to try your hardest, and then I'm going to beat you. And while you're at you lowest, I'll break you as you did me!"

Pinkamena screamed as she pulled back her arm. She brought down her arm, aiming for his face, hoping to break his nose. But before she could hit him, he caught her fist with his hand, like it was nothing. His other hand grabbed the foot on his chest by the ankle; his grip was stronger than before. He slowly began to get up, quickly lifting her off the ground. There was a broad smile on his face, his teeth bigger and sharper than before, his eyes slowly beginning to change from yellow to red. Steam was rising off his body; he was transforming!

"You wanted it? Well, you got it!"

Igneous said sadistically, his voice demonic. Pinkamena's smile was gone, her face changed to that of shock, and slight fear. Is that what she looked like? Igneous threw her across the room like a ragdoll, but she was able to catch herself midair. She landed on her feet, sliding as soon as she did, her hand against the ground trying to slow herself down.

"This is going to be your first time seeing the transformation, burn it into your memory!"

Igneous's distorted voice boomed in the room, as he slowly began to get up. His body was slowly changing in size; the steam started coming off of him more rapidly. His eyes slowly began to change shape and color, the nails extending to claws, the teeth getting bigger and sharper. The transformation was so different to look at than to experience, almost entirely different. It nearly had her hypnotized, nearly.

"Heh, you idiot, you did exactly what I hoped you would."

Pinkamena smirked to herself; she had already won. Pinkamena stood up, pulling something out from behind her. It was the machete she had tossed earlier, during the steam explosion, she grabbed it. She hid it in her pants since she didn't have anywhere else to put it. It was uncomfortable and made it hard to move around without it cutting into her, but it paid off. Igneous didn't seem to notice her; his transformation distracted him. As soon she fully pulled it out, without hesitation, she threw it at him. In seconds, it went through his chest, exactly where she wanted to. In the woods, she learned how to use things like spears and bows and arrows, her aim drastically improved.

Igneous's transformation was stopped in its tracks, his body slowly reverting to its original form. Igneous looked down at the blade in his chest, coughing up blood as he did so. He fell to his knees, trying to put his hands around it to pull it out.

"Why...did you...do that?"

Igneous choked out; he was barely able to breathe, so much as talk. Both because of the pain, and his lungs took a major hit. Pinkamena walked towards him with a swagger, her smile reached both corners of her mouth. Igneous was slowly pulling out the machete; he almost had it out.

"Because,"

She put her hand on the end of the machete, pushing it back into him. Igneous grunted in pain, as he struggled to push it out, but he didn't have the energy to. Steam was coming out of the hole, trying desperately to heal it, but it couldn't with the body still inside.

"I wanted to see the fear and pain in your eyes as I killed you."

Pinkamena said coldly, using her other hand to grab his face and raise it up towards her so that she could look him in the eyes.

"Y-you can't kill me!"

Igneous said desperately, using all of his strength just to speak.

"Obviously I can, I missed your heart by two inches, so that I can watch you die face to face. Unless there's some other reason?"

She said suggestively, pushing the machete in deeper.

"You..don't know how to lead this organization! You'll have questions, and I'm the only one with answers!"

Igneous was desperate; he had too many things to do, he couldn't die here!

"I'll improvise."

She pushed the machete in deeper, enjoying the sight of him wincing in pain.

"Don't you want me to...transform? So, you could beat me at my best."

Igneous was trying his hardest not to cry out in pain; he wasn't going to let her hear that.

"I just said that to make you transform and give me an opening, which you willingly did. I don't care how you die, as long as it's painful, and I'm the one to do it!"

Pinkamena said sharply, as she suddenly twisted the machete. It was poking out of his back now, causing him to wince again. Igneous was getting pale, his body getting weaker every second from the immense blood loss.

"I'm...not afraid of you."

Igneous whispered, barely able to speak now, as he was slowly losing consciousness.

"Oh really?"

Pinkamena asked, skepticism in her voice. Unexpectedly, she pulled the machete out of him, tossing the blood covered thing across the room. But before the wound had time to start healing, Pinkamena shoved her hand in the hole, making a loud squishing noise as she did so. She wrapped her hand around his heart, not squeezing, just holding it in her hand. Causing Igneous to gasp, his eyes fully open, he was now entirely conscious. She let go of his face, putting that hand on his shoulder, using it keep him from passing out.

"How about now that I literally have your life in my hands?! Are you scared of me yet?!"

Pinkamena screamed in his face, Her eyes constricted and a broad, sadistic smile on her face. The fear in his eyes was evident; she terrified him. Igneous didn't respond, either because he couldn't, or didn't know what to say. He was defeated.

"Please...have mercy."

His words were quiet and weak; she broke him. Pinkamena scoffed.

"Mercy? Why would I have mercy on you? You practically said it yourself, for the weak and the powerless, there would be no mercy."

Pinkamena said mockingly, using his own words against him.

"I...created a monster, more than I ever imagined."

Igneous muttered, the life in his eyes slowly drained away. Pinkamena smirked at him, almost happy those are his last words.

"No, daddy. You didn't create a monster; you just unleashed one."

Pinkamena leaned forward and whispered into his ear, the last thing he would hear. She then ripped out his heart, the light in his eyes faded, he was dead. Pinkamena stood up and kicked him, his lifeless body thudding on the ground. Pinkamena looked down at the warm organ in her hands, blood trickling from her hand. As the adrenaline and rage left, her body began to revert back to normal slowly. Which, surprisingly, wasn't as painful as she thought. Before she knew it, her body was back to normal. She was still covered head to toe in blood, mostly dried, but she was normal.

Looking down at her father's heart, she wasn't sure what to feel. Suddenly, her sight got blurry. The ground, the heart, her hand, everything looked like it was far away. Her arms, no, her entire body began to shake. She dropped the heart, her hands unable to hold it anymore. Her ears began to ring painfully; she couldn't even hear her own breathing. Along with the ringing, a major headache came without, borderline migraine. She couldn't think, she could barely move. She put her hand up to her head; her eyes were drooping.

"Whu-"

Pinkamena blacked out; her body hit the floor with a thump. As soon as she did, the gate opened to the room, Discord and Blake running out of it.