Author: Dangerous Amoeba
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Date: Aug 24th, 2014

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>Daring doo was exploring an unknown region of the badlands, and was searching for anything of Interest.
>She climbed a nearby desert spire, and pulled out her binoculars
>"Oh, I knew it was a silly idea coming out here, I....oh my! What in Celestia's name is that!"
>The creature looked in darlings direction
>Tubes on his head moved.
>Then suddenly the creature lifts the item in his hand, holding it as if pointing at daring.
>A small flash of light and a sound, is all that is detected before daring do falls face first into the sand.
>*SPLASH*
>"Huh..."
>"Wake up!"
>"Wha... Where am i?"
>The mare still somewhat drowsy from the tranquilizer round.
>"SHUT IT! We ask the questions! You only talk when spoken to!"
>Voice harsh and unforgiving.
>Daring darts her sleepy eyes around the dark room.
>The walls are smooth and cold, a single lamp hangs from the top of the ceiling above daring.
>It swung from left to right, being held in place by a wire and its light causing uncomfortability in daring becuase of its oscillation.
>"Listen!"
>Daring snaps back to attention at the creature in front of her.
>A dark mask covering its face, and its eyes covered by glass that didn't let light out.
>"Who are you?!"
>Despite being through many dangerous, daring had never encountered such a situation.
>Fear was etched across her face, and the shock is causing sweat to collect on her face.
>"I WILL ASK AGAIN! WHO ARE YOU!?"
>"D-d-d-daring d-do."
>Stuttering worse than porky pig, shock and fear prevented thoughts.
>”Good! Now what is your mission?!”
>”M-mission?”
>”Don’t you dare play stupid with me you bitch! TELL ME YOUR MISSION!”
>Her heart racing, fearing whatever this creature might do.
>Tears well up, and slowly slide down the side of her cheek.
>Breathing insanely, almost fast enough to pass out. Staring at the creature that holds her captive.
>”ENOUGH!”
>Another voice. Different, less deep. More: empathetic.
>”I’ll take it from here.”
>”Fine. But I’m waiting outside, if she doesn't talk.”
>Another of the same looking creature walk into the room and takes the place of the previous.
>Placing his hand on the mask, it lifts it off. Uncloaked is a pale face, almost like white sand.
>Two blue rings each with a black center gaze at daring.
>Golden hair coming down to the ear lobe, well kept and straight.
>”Are you all right? Would you like a drink?”
>The empathy feels weird after the somewhat brutal vocal lashing.
>”Y-y-yes please.”
>A squeaky voice is all the prisoner can manage.