Author's Notes:

A character is introduced, but it's not really a new one. You'll see what I mean. Anyway, enjoy! If you spot any errors, please tell me. Comment your thoughts, and thanks for reading.

Pinkamena woke up, once again, strapped to a table. She found this out the hard way. After waking up, immediately remembering what happened, her eyes quickly opened and her body jolted forward. In doing so, she ended up giving herself a headache. She realized this wasn’t the same table she was used to, it was different. First off, it felt different. Not like the cold, metallic feeling she was used to. It felt more like plastic, but it wasn’t plastic. It had a different feeling to it, a certain kind of texture she couldn’t explain, and she didn’t like it.

It was also vertical, as when she looked straight ahead, she only saw a ceiling. But, the biggest difference, also partly the reason she had a headache, is the number of straps on it. These weren’t the same kind of straps either, the ones on the table before were shackles, not straps. These were leather straps, and while they were weaker than the shackles, there were more of them. Some were in the same places as the shackles, one on her forehead, one on each of her wrist, and one on each of her ankles. But, there were multiple on each part of her. There were straps every few inches going down her arms, and straps every few inches going up her legs. There was a small strap on her neck, three big ones on her torso, and multiple smalls ones spread out the rest of her body.

As she looked down at the multiple straps on her, she noticed something else, she was wearing clothes! She was only used to wearing clothes after she and Blake had ‘fun’, so, it felt weird to wear clothes at any other time, almost wrong. They weren’t fancy clothes either, something you could find in pretty much anyone’s closet. She was wearing a plain, white t-shirt, which must have either been very old, or hadn’t been washed in a while, as the color from it had faded. Her pants seemed to be some blue jeans, like the t-shirt, the colors were faded.

She began to look at her surroundings, but like before, it was too dark to see anything. But, this time, there was no dimly lit lamp, just the darkness. It didn’t scare her, not anymore. Fear, like most of her other emotions, seemed to have left her. After everything she’s experienced the past two months, fighting bears and wolves, living off mother nature, and then being tortured to the breaking point, and being changed into a completely different person, there wasn’t anything she could think of that could make her afraid.

“Master? Are you there?”

Pinkamena whispered in the darkness, not sure what kind of response she was expecting. Anything would have been fine, she just needed to know if it was Blake, or someone else. But there was no response, no whisper from the darkness, there was nothing. Which did nothing but confuse her, for whatever reason, Blake drugged her and dragged her here. She knew it wasn’t the same drug they used before, her nervous system was still normal, not oversensitive in any way. Which meant two things, either Blake was doing a scenario to test her, or, the more likely scenario, she was being given to someone else.

Pinkamena heard a door opening and closing, causing her to tense up. She couldn’t tell where it had come from, but it was close. She looked into the darkness, looking for any sign of a person. But, there was nothing. No other sounds, no movement, there was still nothing. It unsettled her.

There was a sudden flash of light, then the entire room was lit up. This caused Pinkamena’s eyes to dilate, having been used to darkness and only dim light, the sudden bright light causing her to go temporarily blind. She reflexively closed her eyes, to adjust. But, this wasn’t just a sudden change from darkness to light, it’s been little less than a month since she’s seen any kind of bright light. Her eyes were adjusted to barely being able to see, adjusting back would take a few minutes. But, it’s better for this to happen now, then in combat or an escape attempt.

She slightly opened her eyes every now and again, hoping her eyes had adjusted, but, they hadn’t. It took nearly five minutes before they were, luckily, whoever had turned on the light, was generous enough to let her adjust. When she did, she decided to take a look at her now visible surroundings. At least, as much as she can with her head strapped down to her head.

It was somewhat different from the one Blake kept her in, but somehow, cleaner. It was similar in size, the walls seemed to be the same distance apart, but that was really the only way they were similar. The color of the walls was different, not just from Blake’s room, but different in general. Pink and orange, two combinations of colors that shouldn’t go together, were in the form of both spots and stripes on the walls. It must have been hard to paint, and it was harder to look at. Pinkie wasn’t artistically talented, or even knew anything about art except what colors were good for parties, but even she knew those two colors were disgusting together.

In the room, there were machines. Not any kind she had seen before, then again, she hasn’t seen a lot of machines. They were big, well above the height of an average person. There were buttons all over it, wires seeming to come out from all around. There was a slot on the front of it, kind of like the ones in arcades where the tickets come out, but bigger. Whatever it was, it looked complicated, it’s purpose would be a mystery to her.

The wires lead to a corner of the room, in the corner, was a desk with a large computer. It looked super advanced, like something NASA would have. The purpose of it made her curious, she knew she should probably be afraid. But, like she said before, fear seemed to leave her. Whether it was made to torture her or educate her, a big part of her wanted to see which.

Then, shifting her gaze to the left of the computer, lead her to the culprit. He wasn’t tall, but he wasn’t short either. He was average height, probably five feet nine inches. But everything else about him was anything but average. His hair was a bright gray, spiked up with blue tips. He had a long, skinny goatee that was the same color of gray. The sclera of his eyes wasn’t the usual white, instead, they were yellow. Which probably wasn’t natural or healthy, to go along with it, his eyes were red, she was partly expecting some part of his eye to be orange. His skin was pale, extremely so, borderline gray. She wasn’t sure whether that was because he was unhealthy, or an inside person. He was wearing glasses, small, clear ones, similar to ones a doctor would have. His clothes were somewhat strange too, he was wearing a long-sleeved lab coat, extending down to the point of covering his legs. But instead of being the typical white, his lab coat was brown instead. His hands were in his pocket, his body language showing a relaxed mood. His shoes were a dark black, him, his clothes, and the room were all different colors.

“Sorry, about that, just had to shine an light on the situation.”

He spoke comically, his voice in a very non-serious tone. A grin on his face, either from his mood or because of the pun he made. She wasn’t sure whether to chuckle or insult him. He slowly began to walk toward her, the grin still on his face.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, but, I prefer to meet people myself. I would offer a handshake, but, you're kind of tied up at the moment.”

Pinkie didn’t chuckle, but she did smirk. His hands stayed in his pockets, as he looked down at her.

“Anyway, let me introduce myself. My name is Giles Hue Mallok, the Hue and Mallok part isn’t my actual middle or last name, but I changed them myself, wanted to sound more…exotic. I’m what you’d call the mad scientist of this place, but, I don’t really do a lot of sciencing. I’m more of the borderline legal, inhuman experiments type. I’ve gained a reputation for myself. Now, since Blake’s time with you has expired, you’re under my care now. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

He smiled sadistically at her, it was nothing compared to Blake’s or Igneous's, but something about it was...different. Pinkamena was having mixed feelings about this guy.

“But, Giles is a mouthful. So, how about you call me by my well-deserved and fitting nickname. For the next month, you may call me, Discord.”