[The pain in Poland's neck was excruciating and made him feel sick to his stomach as he lays in a grungy hospital bed in the factory. The sutures around his throat sting at the touch of his fingertips while blood and pus ooze from the hastily sewn incision. They'd let it become infected.
He's hesitant to let his hands wander any further upwards, not with what he knows to be there replacing his head.
He knew everything that had happened, everything that they had done to him. They hadn't bothered to sedate him or numb him in the slightest for the procedure, keeping him awake so he'd remember everything. Radiation poisoning brought on by the destruction of the machine at the dairy had wreaked havoc upon him, leaving him physically weak and mentally drained. All they really needed to subdue his attempts at rebellion were physical restraints, and the occasional extra pair of hands or two to hold him to gurney.
Trembling, he allows his fingers to extend past the ring of sutures circling his neck. The sewn on appendage feels familiar in the worst possible way. They'd replaced it with decapitated pony's head.
Experiments like this weren't supposed to happen. Not again. Not to him. The atrocities he endured, that his people had endured, they were supposed to end forever. It'd been unethical. It'd been a crime against humanity. It'd been a mistake. A grave mistake.
A sob catches in his throat and equine scream tears through the factory.]
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He's hesitant to let his hands wander any further upwards, not with what he knows to be there replacing his head.
He knew everything that had happened, everything that they had done to him. They hadn't bothered to sedate him or numb him in the slightest for the procedure, keeping him awake so he'd remember everything. Radiation poisoning brought on by the destruction of the machine at the dairy had wreaked havoc upon him, leaving him physically weak and mentally drained. All they really needed to subdue his attempts at rebellion were physical restraints, and the occasional extra pair of hands or two to hold him to gurney.
Trembling, he allows his fingers to extend past the ring of sutures circling his neck. The sewn on appendage feels familiar in the worst possible way. They'd replaced it with decapitated pony's head.
Experiments like this weren't supposed to happen. Not again. Not to him. The atrocities he endured, that his people had endured, they were supposed to end forever. It'd been unethical. It'd been a crime against humanity. It'd been a mistake. A grave mistake.
A sob catches in his throat and equine scream tears through the factory.]