*Note this is a just a little intro to the story* Cupcakes Incarnate Project I have found myself in a strange place, book. The creation sits behind the glass staring at me with its one eye as I write this to you, how it can see though the mirror is beyond me for I have tried many ideas, even looking though its eye itself to yet yield an answer. It kept repeating the same question to me yet I should not hear it from the room. 'TAKE ME TO MY MASTER' It's jaw never moves to say theses words, nor any sound is made, they just end up in my mind, and the mind of others who are close enough to the creation, like it was really talking to us, but it can take from the mind as well, but just only what we are thinking. The creation does not have a name, other then the Creation or the Evar Green Horror as it was called by a small Village that became cursed with whatever the pony is. Pony Pony......pony...... It is not a pony.......... Book, you may be right, it has the form of a pony like me and others, but it is no pony. Its coat is a tight leather that only covers the body and the higher parts of its leg, even some of its neck. There is no cutie mark, but the area is pretty beaten, many a pony has tried to study the area to find the mark with no luck. Its head is just a skull, that is it, just a skull with no lower jaw but a metal one in its place with one tooth that lines up with its only eye. The skull is empty apart from the eye, and the eye is made from a green jewel and parts of metal and wiring which leads to a small tube that ends just a ¼ of a hoof before the metal tooth. The end of the tube tube glows red, not a welcoming sight in the morning for me book. A red dot staring and following me when it shouldn't be able to. I wish it would stop doing that book, it makes a loud purring noise causing popping and sometimes flames if the 'Ever Clear' was pure enough and running on the 'Angel Tears' it spits and bang, I swear once it cried as it did this, as running on the drink harmed it yet there is no way to harm or destroy it, I've tried, many have tried, even the big chief. Many have burnt themselves on its pipes that come out of its back, they burn red hot yet stay the cool shiny mirror finish to lure you to its coldness. I've followed the pipes to its I guess 'heart' that fills its body, a large metal block with a bank of four holes either side which small cylinders connected to a shaft rotate in a set pattern to turn a magic generator. The 'heart' just couldn't banged together or held in place with magic, its been built from the bottom up, held together, its made of many materials, some even rare now. Near the 'heart' is a tank that can be filled with liquid, commonly a drink known as 'Ever Clear' or 'Angel Tears', pure alcohol really, the purer the better it runs. Although the Creation gave us a form on how to make it a better drink, foul tasting stuff and was decided it was not for ponies to drink, burns well thou and makes the Creation give off a smooth sound. 'TAKE ME TO MY MASTER, YOU KNOW WHERE HE IS' Sorry book, when it talks, it can over power and take control of things....sometimes, as shown...me. I am scared of this, but so far its just been controlling what I write. It should soon die, its tank is almost empty. I'll take its magic orb and throw it into the sea and send the metal to be smelted, as for the bones. They are so correct, but made from dragon bones, the medical school could always use them. The Skull will have to be locked away, hidden like the orb that sits in the throat below it. The magic orb, must be its mind, held in place with four metal rips, two from each side of the neck bones to hold the orb in, although the orb floats under its own magic. Or the magic of the Unicorn horn that hangs from its neck. When this thing was made, some pony died for it to be completed. I think the chains would be useful that form its tail but better safe then sorry with this thing, although it doesn't seem to mean any harm, just wants it MASTER Sorry book. I think its running out of drink, I can hear it popping and banging and its climbing the mirror to get more of the drink into its 'heart'. I'll start my work on taking it apart again and finally leave this room and never return to this strange place with that strange thing behind that mirror with that red eye able to see me, be able to talk to me when it shouldn't. 'TAKE ME TO MY MASTER' I'll say my good bye book, I hope you get documented away and never read again and this thing never comes back.
