Night Shift

Chapter 10: pew pew!

The ponies, Mike and the animatronics watched the citadel rise up from the ground, light up and start pumping out striders and gunships. They heard movements and one of the strider noises coming from the throne room. Mike heard it first, secretly hoping the combine didn’t kill the guards in the room or the ones that probably came to alert the princess about the citadel suddenly appearing.

Mike opened the doors enough to for his head to poke out. He saw the strider, low to the ground with its weird laser machine gun, thank god its dark matter cannon wast being used. The strider had the 15 hunters around its legs, the soldier were behind the strider and hunters considering they had the longer range.

“Wait!” Mike yelled, getting everything in the room to look at him.

“Permission to engage?” The combine soldier said.

“It's the demon!” The ponies said.

Then Celestia poofed in with her magic, and Mike fully stepped in the room.

“Stand down. Were their allies.” The combine lowered their weapons, but the striders and hunters only eased up a bit.

“The same goes to you.” The princess said to the guards, causing them to stand down.

“I'll be in the citadel planning for war if you need me.” Mike said, stepping into the operational teleporter that leads to the office on the top floor of the citadel. He also lied, he was just going to play Wargame: Airland battle. (BTW, great RTS game.)

The animatronics stepped into the teleporter following Mike.

A 3 combine drop-ships swooped down to the balcony and the combine forces inside Canterlot castle climbed aboard with the exception of the strider, which was picked up. They were all flown back to the citadel to prepare for the war.

…..

The ponies around Equestria were in a panic due to the huge structure that was visible from all over Equestria, maybe even the griffin empire.

The princesses made it their duty to visit every town and city to clear stuff up. Eventually they were asked the single question they didn't have an answer for, or didn't want to answer.

“Why trust Mike he’s called, with the security of our country?” One of the Trottingham reporters said.

“Me and Luna had a long discussion while he was in stone. Eventually we decided that if 1 creature could crush most of the guard in Canterlot with ease, that we wouldn’t stand a chance against the griffins.” Celestia said.

“Now that he's apparently gotten some sort of army, how do we know he wont betray us?” The swim reporter said.

“We don’t, but if Mike decides too, we wont go quietly. But were fairly certain he's happy were he is.” Luna said.

…..

“SHIT!” Mike said, diving behind a flipped over desk.

“WALK THE PLANK LAD!” Foxy yelled at him, pulling his hook back to pull the trigger of the paintball gun.

2 v 2 v 2 paintball status:

Mike and Freddy: Freddy’s out, Mike can take 2 more hits.

Foxy and Bonnie: 1 more hit and the fox is down, 2 more until Bonnie.

Chica and another duplicated Chica: seemingly vanished, probably waiting until everyone's weakened.

“Oh no!” Bonnie yelled, getting a paintball to the leg from Mike who was in cover.

Foxy popped up from his cover and fired a barrage of paintballs in Mike’s direction.

“DAMN!” Mike yelled, getting a paintball in the leg.

“Tuck in you’re legs Mike!” Freddy yelled from the side of the little arena.

“On it!” Mike said, pulling his legs into cover. Mike popped up and took Freddy’s paintball gun off the floor, duel wielding it spraying a swarm of paintballs at Foxy and Bonnie.

“DARN IT!” Bonnie yelled, getting another paintball to the chest, walking over to the side with Freddy.

Somehow all of the paintballs missed Foxy, he was a lot harder to bit with all the holes in him and his slim body.

That sounded really sexual, sorry.

“Foxy! We need to team up, we both have 1 hit until were dead, and both Chica’s have 3! We’d have a better chance if we teamed up!” Mike said.

“An’ how will I know ye’ ain't a back stabbin’ snake?” Foxy asked in his pirate accent.

“Because, I literally just said that we would have a better chance of we worked together to take down the CC. That's what I'm calling it now.” Mike said.

Mike and Foxy stood out of cover. Weapons still pointing down.

Then they heard the pre ‘click’ that comes from a paintball gun before the automatic fire sprays paintballs everywhere.

“We made a mistake.” Mike said.

“Aye.” Foxy said, then they stepped forwards and hugged as the 2 Chica's painted Foxy the colors of the rainbow and bruised every part of Mike’s body possible.

click click click

Mike dropped to the ground unconscious after stating the greatest lat words ever.

“Ouch.”