Lucy's head was finally recovering from her, mysterious headache. Everything settled down. "You a'ight Lucy?" Big Macintosh asked. She stepped back a bit nodding. "Yeah I just needed-" landing on the remote that had gotten thrown aside when they merged. It lit up suddenly, the button she just happened to step on was Morals, and as it aimed up at her, a dark shadow was casted inside her mind. She turned around and picked up the remote smiling, while every single shred of conscience or moral code was suddenly muted, turning her personality not only onto a cynic but a cold hard sociopath. And what a lovely, twisted and calculating one she'd make, what with her belle accent and sweet mare tush to get her lil' ol' way whenever she wanted.
Lucy picked up the remote, oh she knew exactly what to do with this.
She'd read about similar little toys in the Canterlot archives, (Leonard's over observant, paranormal and ET seeking hobbies had translated into some, rather favorable and odd acquisitions for scrolls, magic and arcane secrets for Lucy in this world.)
Ain't no one ever gonna say that a farm hand like her wasn't well read. It was time to have some fun for this devious mare.
