They are safe, so very safe down here in the darkness so deep below the ground. Safe, locked away in that prison each one having an individual cell. Except the twins, only major surgery could separate those two and there is no guarantee of survival. Just another day, get the others angry provoke reaction feed on their anger and resentment. Changelings almost, they crave change. A change into something that will spread winter eternal, a change from what they are to accomplish they took the lives of others. Just another day, the guards are outside the holding cell area guarding the entrance. Not in the mood for the antics of the prisoners, just a little break. They just need a little time to rest, just a soft clunk of heads banging together. A pair of sighs then the sound of two bodies slumping to the floor. Does this get the attention of those inside? Yes it does, what is going on. Another changeling perhaps, another break in, or attempted jail break?
What of the anti magic wards, or the one way barrier? Behind that thick wooden door a prisoner stirs, unseen but still heard. Then in comes a strange figure, covered from head to plot by a dirty brown tattered robe. Only the front legs are visible bound in equally dirty brown strips of cloth. Then there is that mask it wears to hide the face. The right side is unmarked pure white, but the left side is painted. There is a large sloppy dot that marks the eye, and a smile painted that gives that sense of unease. Around the room it goes, looking into each cell. They linger longest in front of the cell with the smiling zebra before moving on. Coming to the cell of the twins, the others are already anxious. Questioning the figure they get no response from it. Standing still for a moment it begins to speak, the words choppy trailing off. In fact they even sound like they are just words taken from random sentences then strung together.
Reasons, killing, why, standards, higher, familiar words spoken to them. Realization begins to dawn, this is none other than the infamous Smiling Guard it appears! Oh what an honor to meet this deranged figure, what a chance to see if they can rile him up. Mocking and tormenting him, restating the reasons why they do what they do. Trying to get a reaction out of him, oddly though there is nothing. He just keeps muttering, swaying back and forth the mask tapping against the bullet proof glass of their cell wall. In fact the harder they try to get a reaction out of him, any kind of reaction the harder he hits the glass. It makes a soft tink sound, they get excited when he draws his head back, way back. Maybe the mask will break, maybe the glass will crack, or maybe he will just knock himself out. They wait for the tink noise, but it never comes. Instead there is just the sound of two heads slamming against the back wall of their cell.
How did he do that? Right through the glass wall like it was nothing. There is a grip about the necks of White Snow and Black Egg. Fingers have emerged from between the bandages, thumb, pointer and ring. Thick clenching fingers that grasp their throats, squeezing tighter and tighter there is no air. All the while this thing is mumbling something. The only sounds they can make out is their gasping chokes and the creak of vertebrae straining under intense pressure. That mask stares at them blankly, it is putting off no emotion. Smiling is holding them up off the ground legs kick feebly at the robed body but nothing seems to phase it. Until it jerks suddenly, vision fading, so weak, Smiling jerks several more times the grasp lessens. Precious air, the robe is dissolving from the bottom up. Burning away like a leaf upon an ember, but something else is happening. It is speaking, so very clearly.
“We here at this organization hold ourselves to a higher standard. When we take the lives of others it is for a greater purpose, a life has meaning it has value and to take that is to acknowledge this. Your application has been found wanting, just for kicks is not a valid enough reason. You have been judged and found wanting, but fear not your death will have purpose. An example to those that apply, now savior these last moments for the last thing you shall ever hear is the sound of your own neck snapping. And the last thing you will see is my smiling face…” The robe burns away, the bandaged legs burn away as well leaving only the mask floating in the air. With the last of the robe burned away the unicorn brothers fall to the ground no longer held aloft, gasping and choking they will survive. Speaking will be difficult, swallowing even more so. A liquid diet is going to be needed, the guards with long spears and pole arms maneuver their weapons to drag the mask out of the cell. It fell with a clattering clanking upon the floor, rocking back and forth that singular eye remained transfixed on the pair.
Secure this wing immediately! I want to know what the Hell this thing was and how it got in here! These are the last things that are heard by the brothers before darkness claims them.