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The streets were cold and dimly lit. This part of Fleton was not known for its cheery atmosphere, for a little ways down the road the hospital where ponies were kept what were seriously injured, ‘not all there’ or for other reasons medical or otherwise. Just the occasional chirping of the crickets graced the streets till a loud crash was heard as the two wooden doors were burst open and a figure stumbled out, her belly heaving from side to side as she rushed her way along the darkened paths of the roads between the buildings. Panting as she looked back over her shoulder, the orderlies just now starting to pour out along with some of the other staff. Her tattered straight jacket like gown spread loose around her gravid belly. Already ripped she took some more of the fabric in her teeth and began tugging it off with a grunt. Soft yelps coming from her as small bulges traced along her sides from the movements of her litter, “It’s okay babies… mommy has you safe and sound and… just needs to get home.”
 
True, she had gotten out safely, if not a little more gravid than what she was expecting. For during her stay there they had been doing things to her, mind you it was much to Good Hearts displeasure that these things were going on but it was out of his hooves. The reason she was more rational as well as… looking more on the gruff and canid side was from the gene splicing. They were trying to find a DNA strand that could revert her to a normal pony, however the results were… quite the opposite. ‘This is a breakthrough!’ some said, ‘This is a crime against the Sisters.’ Said others, but to Screw Loose she’d never been more sane in her life… she was finally free.
 

 
 
Doctor Id Hale sat in his office looking through the employee index files. An awfully shame. He had seemed to be quite skill. Work well with the patients and enjoyed to bring them into a game. trotting over slightly coughing as he walked towards the fireplace tossing a file in. Do either of you manage to bring back our Screw Loose. What about a little fly away birdie? the two orderlies shook there head. Well at least you had no excuse. Get back to your rounds. Make sure no more events like this can be induced. lifting up a white cloth blotched with black to cough into.