Night Shift

Chapter 11: Memories.

Turns out the paintball firefight attracted the attention of the whole throne room, and brought in about 15 off duty guards, the princesses and the elements.

“That was awesome!” RD said after Mike fell on the floor.

“I'm not sure if this was training, or just a fun little human activity.” Twilight said. The other Chica disappeared after Foxy and Mike were brutally gunned down.

“Probably both. But more on the fun side.” Celestia said, she couldn't help but smile at the fun they were having in these dark times.

Mike opened his eyes and got up. He looked like a baby tried to make a clown costume with his whole body.

“This sucks. All I can smell is paint and all I can feel is dampness.” Mike said, hobbling into a dark corner to use weird magic to instantly change his clothes. The guard were laughing and a thought popped into Luna's mind.

“Excuse me Mr. Schmidt?” Luna asked, stepping over to Mike.

“Yo.” Mike said flipping around, back in his nice suit.

“I was wondering, that if you could make or develop some sort of modified weapon, or the ‘AR2’ as you called it earlier, for some of the Equestrian soldiers?” Luna asked.

Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

“There's really no point, but if you insist.” Mike said, pulling out the blueprints to make an AR2 rifle. I'm sure with magic they would be able to make them. The ponies filed into the teleporter, Rainbow giving him a look of ‘I totally want to do that one day.’ On her face. That's typically the expression of young kids when they see a bunch of U.S marines get gunned down in video games, but Mike didn’t see it that way at all. Depressed him and reminded him of things he wished he’d forgotten. Well now his mood was killed.

Eventually it was just Mike alone in the room. The animatronics went to explore the citadel or something. And the ponies were probably just planning shit for a war that would be over as soon as it started.

“You interest me Mr. Schmidt…” I voice said out of nowhere, snapped out of his thoughts Mike looked around.

“Boy do I hear that a lot.” Mike said. Its true. Ask his boss.

A figure poofed into into the office inside the citadel. Celestia told Mike about him.

“Oh hey whats up Discord?” Mike said, as he plopped himself into the black leather spunky chair behind the desk.

“You obviously, everypony seems to be talking about you! I wish I could have met you back when these ponies were the only thing I ever hated.” Discord said, remembering the ancient war between him and the ponies of old Equestria.

“So I've heard. So you're like the Bad karma failed lone wanderer?” Mike asked, there's no way he would get this. So why did Mike ask?

But some way, in some universe somewhere. (As in this one.) a vault 101 jacked appeared on him.

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t say bad karma, more like neutral.” Discord said, savouring Mike expression.

“Hehe… How do you know these things?” Mike wanted to know. Badly.

“Well, I can see a lot of things from beings using chaos magic. You're backpack, but you specifically are releasing a lot of chaotic energy. I'm sure that why none of the ponies were quick to befriend you, or try, very soon. Also, if you don’t mind me saying I never got a good look at what happened in 2010, could you tell me?” Discord asked, putting on a puppy dog face.

“No.” This want going into detail. ‘Theres a reason I never want to talk about what happened in—NO! Mike stop… That horrible shits gone.’ Mike thought.

“Comeeee onnnnnnnn…. mikey…….” Discord said, putting an even more puppy dog face. (If that's even possible.)

“No. I don’t want to talk about it…” Mike said, tilting his chair around to look out the citadel window.

…..

‘Mike! Let go, now!’ The words of Mike’s old friends echoed in his head…

‘No, if I let go you all die!’

‘Mike… If you don’t let go, all of us inside here die, just let go.’

‘No… I got it!’

‘Over here! Get them!’

‘Oh shit, MIKE LET GO NOW!’

‘NO!’

The rope holding the humvee off the cliff was ripping, if Mike didn’t let go of it, the whole helicopter wreckage he was in would be pulled of the cliff too.

The Marine inside the humvee pulled out a knife and brought it close to the rope.

‘Fuck, STOP! STOP!’ The knife reached the rope

‘Good luck marine.’

Cut.

…..

Mike had a bunch of tears forming in his eyes. “Fuck man… I've been through some shit.” Mike said, spinning around in the chair to use the computer set up on the desk.

The computer booted up very weirdly, with the usual colours just being black and saying weird jibberish.

The only file on the computer was titled ‘don’t.’ It was a photo.

The photo was of a squad of marines stationed in Afghanistan drying the war. The squad was on and airfield, with some A-10’s in the background, one of them being painted black

‘Oh god how I missed that thing…’ Mike thought as he spotted himself as one of the airforce pilots standing in the back-row of the photo with the rest of the CAS (Close Air Support) pilots.

Mike shed a few tears upon seeing his old squad, the squad of which he was the only survivor.