I'm kind of ticked off. Four weeks I've been here, playing nice, being pushed around and tested on, and NOW they decide to actually talk to me? When I get out of here, I'm going to have a nice chat with the uptight prick who runs this place and give him a piece of my mind.
Doctor Science began speaking, "Firstly, I would like to apologize for the way you've been treated by our staff-"
I sat up, "What's the deal with you guys? Why tell me now and not when I first got here?"
He levitated the 8-Ball between the two of us, "Everypony has been on edge since the last incident, and because we wanted to make sure that no anomalous events would occur if we brought this to you. In addition, since you are a new species, we wanted to study you."
I nodded, calming down, then looked over to the surgical knives and syringes on the cart. The syringes held a pale green liquid, and the knives looked like they were made specifically for prying... Wait, why doesn't he have any guards with him?
"Uh-huh. Where are the guards?" Crap, why did I ask that?
He took a breath, "There was... another incident."
Must of had something to do with the rumbling I felt earlier, "OK, but why did three guards escort me here? Usually there's only one threatening me with a stun baton."
His mouth formed a slight grin, "I assure you, SCP-2526-1, I am more than capable of looking after myself."
"I'll take your word for it. Can you please tell me why all of you keep calling me that? My name is Amaron, for Pete's sake."
He set the 8-Ball back down on the cart, "Interesting... so 'Pete' is the deity in your world? Where did I put my notepad..."
"What? No, its just a saying," I raised my hand to grab Doctor Science's attention, "Look, can you just tell me, slowly and clearly, how I got here, whats interesting about my behavior, and what that Magic 8-Ball has to do with all of this?"
"Certainly, and we only call you SCP-2526-1 for identification purposes. Its how our system works."
"Well I don't like it," I stood up, and shifted my weight to one foot, "now please tell me what I'm doing here."
Doctor Science cleared his throat, "What do you remember about what you were doing before you got here?"
"I've already told you guys that stuff."
"Just tell me. I'm going to fill in the blanks for the parts you don't understand."
I set my eyes on the 8-Ball and pointed to it, "I was messing around with a Magic 8-Ball, just like that one. I've never actually used one before, I just found it in my closet. I don't know how it got there. I asked it a silly question, and poof, I blacked out. I woke up here and the rest is recent history."
Doctor Science nodded, "And what was the silly question?"
"Oh, it was just something stupid and childish, 'Will you take me to-'" I choked on my words as the gears in my head grinded to a halt. I never actually told them that Equestria is a fictional place in my world. Oh God.
Doctor Science asked with a look of concern, "Are you all right?"
I gave him a weak smile as I struggled to recover, "...Yea, its just... um... I asked, 'Will I ever be special?'" That sounds really lame. I'm such a bad liar. "Um, then I shook it, and it said, 'It is certain.'"
He gave me a look that told me he didn't buy it, but he continued nonetheless, "I see. Well, the 8-Ball you used was no ordinary Magic 8-Ball."
"I guess it uses real magic, doesn't it? Just like you unicorns."
"No, actually. It uses a much higher and more potent force than magic. That force affects the very fabric of reality, most of the things we keep in this facility use that force in some way."
"Huh," I shifted my weight to the other foot. "What's it called?"
"We don't have a name for it. Most ponies around here try to pretend it doesn't exist. What we do have a name for are the objects, creatures, and areas affected by this force: SCPs. Each time we find an anomalous entity, we assign a number to it preceded by 'SCP', and a second number to any other entities relating to that first entity," Doctor Science cleared his throat again, "We call this 8-Ball 'SCP-2526.' Since it is the reason you are here, we call you 'SCP-2526-1.'
"We've spent the past four weeks figuring out how SCP-2526 works, in addition to learning about you. We've determined that SCP-2526 functions on a very basic level: Ask it a yes or no question, and it will give a completely random answer, and then it will bend space and time to make that answer true."
I wasn't quite sure what to make of this. That 8-Ball is the cause of my being here? And not only that, but its the same one I found in my room? This doesn't make any sense. I mean, I know magic exists in Equestria, but Celestia ain't got nothing on this reality-altering fortune teller.
Another thought occurred to me, "If this is SCP-2526, and I am SCP-2526-1, then what about all the other numbers?"
Doctor Science chuckled, "I just said, each time we find an anomalous entity, we assign a number to it. Do you really think you're the first unusual thing to happen to our world?"
An image of Discord turning rainwater into chocolate rain appeared in my head, "I guess not."
Just then, I heard a muffled boom come from far above us.
I spoke with a nervous tone, "Eh, what was that?"
Doctor Science said, "That would likely be the incident I told you about earlier. Just ignore it for now, our task force will take care of it."
I sighed, then looked at the syringes and surgical knives on the cart again, "All right... so what are those for?"
"The syringes are amnesiacs, just in case," Doctor Science sighed, "the knives are a poor idea of a joke by one of the senior staff, Doctor Bright Light. He's always up to something."
I frowned and said, "That's a stupid joke and I don't see why someone would do that."
Doctor Science tilted his head slightly, "Hmm? What was that you said?"
"That's a stupid joke. What, did I insult his poor sense of humor?"
He waved his hoof, "No, after that."
"I don't see why someone would do that?" I folded my arms, "What's interesting about what I said?"
"Your grammar. You said someone, not somepony. Is that normal where you're from?"
"Yea. I'm not from Equestria, we don't say somepony."
Doctor Science's face stretched with a look of surprise, "How do you know what Equestria is?"
Oh crap, "Uh, I asked one of the other scientists and they told me."
His eyes narrowed, "None of the other staff were allowed to give you that kind of information."
Oh crap oh crap oh crap, "Um... I overheard them talking?
"Stop lying. How do you know about Equestria?"
I heard a less-muffled crashing sound come from above, this one sounded closer. The floor rumbled slightly.
I looked away from him, "I don't think you want to know. Besides, don-"
Suddenly, a loud female voice boomed, "ALL STAFF PLEASE EVACUATE THE SITE IMMEDIATELY, THE SITE HAS EXPERIENCED A KETER-LEVEL CONTAINMENT BREACH. ALL STAFF PLEASE EVACUATE THE SITE IMMEDIATELY."
"Ow..." I cringed, the volume of the speaker hurt my ears, "What was that?"
Doctor Science pulled his key card out of his lab coat, "That would be standard procedure."
"What's standard procedure?"
"In the event of a Keter-level containment breach, all staff are to evacuate the site. Just like she said."
"What's a Keter?"
He looked anxious to go, "A rating for an SCP with the highest potential danger to ponykind. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to leave."
As he turned to walk out of the chamber, I grabbed his tail. There's no way I'd let him leave me here!
Doctor Science stopped and spoke with an unnervingly calm tone, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You'll be fine, I'll lock the door behind me."
Another boom sounded above, parts of the ceiling cracked.
I let go of his tail, and looked at the ceiling with worry. Any moment now the ceiling would crash down, I could feel it.
"I don't think I'm going to be fine, Doctor. Please don't leave me here," I pleaded.
He stood there for a moment, not moving at all, when the loudest boom thus far caused bits and pieces of the ceiling to fall to the floor.
Doctor Science turned his head to me, sighed, and said, "I'm probably going to get demoted to D-Class for this... Amaron, grab SCP-2526, and follow me."
There was a violent-sounding snap, and darkness filled the room.