Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. The loud analogue clock ticked away, filling the silence of the room. It was hung just higher than the average fluffies head height, sitting infront of it was a sobbing mare, a lavender alicorn with a dull orange mane, tears and snot stuck to her face and snout as she stared and stared, unmoving save for her soft sobs.
The choice of fluffy had been important for this experiment, they needed one as intelligent as possible, one that would understand the words told to them, not just hear it, hence the alicorn. Their increased intelligence was a unconfirmed rumor but eitherway it had worked.
A few hours ago Lenore, a scientist had entered the fluffyâs safe room, dressed in a white labcoat, carrying the clock in one hand, a hammer in the other, making a show of hanging the time piece on the wall. âFluffy, look here.â She explained, grabbing hold of the hour hand. âWhen this point bit gets to the top, youll be made to go forever sleepies.â Even that had set the fluffy off into a âhuu-huuâ spiral, still she pressed on. âUntil then you can have anything you want, toys, tv, skettiâs, anything in this room is yours.â And with that the raven haired doctor left the room, leaving the sobbing fluffy to their fate.
It took a few minutes but eventually the unnamed mare stopped crying enough to mumble out a few coherent words. âW-Wan skettiâsâŚhuuâŚhuuâŚâ Only a few moments later and there was a lab assistant entering the room, silently setting down a plate of canned Hasbio sphagetti onto the floor before leaving. This cheered the mare right up as expected as she began to scarf down the divine food but as she did the constant, loud âTick-Tock, Tick-Tockâ burried into her mind.
When she was finished the Mare waddled around the room, tying her back to keep away from the clock, as if distance would save her from going forever sleepies. She puhed a ball around, stacked blocks but not matter what she did she couldnât stop that ticking. In a matter of hours she was left in a sobbing pile begging the âticky fwenâ to stop it. Soon this devolved into angery cries of âHAETCHU HAETCHU HEATCU DUMIE TICKYâ before eventually she collapsed, throat sore.
In another room Lenore sat in a uncomftorable office chair, watching a few monitors, a cup of hot coco in her hands. Next to her was a notepad, filled with jotted notes and observation in messy handwriting, a pen tossed overtop.
âI get some of the experiments, but this? This seems useless, torturing the poor thing for fun.â
The sound had made Lenore jump, spinning around in her chair as she did, narrowly avoiding spilling her drink on her hands. âJesus Samantha, warn a girl before you come inâŚâ She spoke whilst letting out a exhale, her calm cold demeanour returning to her as she spun to face the monitors again. âItâs not for fun, weâre doing this to learn how a fluffy thinks when they know exactly when their going to die, what theyâd do with that time. Speaking of, itâs almost time.â
The mare continued to sob as it watched the clock. She of course didnât understsnd the numbers but she did know what would happen when the little hand reached the top, sheâd be going forever sleepies. It was only a few ticks away now, she could feel her body clenching up, her heart racing, breath going rapid, knowing her death would be soon at hand. In her last few moments she shut her eyes tight, regretting not enjoying her final moments more. She listened and tensed.
âTick-Tock. Tick-Tock. Tick-â With that final tick she was gone, unable to feel her body any longer.
