ne'er–do–wells of the night watch.

3:13 AM. Monday.

Mike stared at the Pirate’s Cove curtains. A small smile on his face. With a poof a small cylinder with bright blue lights appeared in his right hand. Posing himself in the position of a baseball pitcher, he flung the pulse grenade into the curtains with the force of a meteor, blowing up the entire mini-stage and igniting the fox i a fiery inferno. “Damn I love dreaming.” Mike said as the surrounding area disappeared and he was floating in nothing. Placing his hands on his chest and closing his eyes, he relaxed. Which was unusual especially at a time like this. Mike quickly came up with a silly little thing to dream about and poofed up the two Equestrian princesses. ‘Mike stop it.’ His brain spoke to him in protest. ‘No brain, this must happen.’ He replied to his good conscious. Making a small group of ponies appear in front of the Princesses and proceed spewing admiration out of their mouths. A familiar cold metal grip touched his hand as a poofed up his little slice of heaved in pony land. Levelling the gun at the nearest ponies head, he pulled the trigger and watched all the blood turn into flowers. “Whozamahwhatnow?” Mike looked around and scratched his head. “That wasn't suppose to happen.” Switching the ponies to some of the rich ponies he'd seen before, Mike took another shot, this time the flowers mixing in with blood. “Better… But still not acceptable.” Mike was about to take another shot until the whole gun vanished. “What.” The ponies disappeared all except one. Princess Luna. “As much as we would enjoy to see you executing annoying nobles, it's starting to scare me.” She said with a slightly amused tone. “Oh hi welcome to ‘My Privacy Land.’ Population you ask? Well it should only be %100 fucking me.” Mike said, irritated. “Yes well, you seemed abnormally happy tonight.” Luna said, stepping closer to Mike. “Do you do this every night?” Mike asked. “No, only every other night or so.” Luna said, smiling. ‘Goddamn it.’ Mike thought. ‘My happy sanctum has been breached.’ Mike sighed. “What's plaguing you Michael?” She asked out of nowhere. Mike looked up to her surprised. “What do you mean?” He asked. “You've been nothing but angry and sad, and it's not just because you've been sent away from your home.” Mike sighed again. “Nothing. The only thing upsetting me right now is you invading my mind. That's happened too many times.” Mike said in an upset tone.

“Well, it's always happy to have company? Even better, friends.” Mike nodded his head no. “Last time I had a true friend my life was ruined.” Mike pointed to the stitches on his head. “No second chances?” Luna asked. Mike nodded in response. “The only person I would consider a friend would be the others.” Mike though on something else, but dismissed it. “What about stronger relationships?” Luna asked in a still assertive-ish tone. “Doll…” Mike whispered to himself, feeling tears well up in his eyes. Wiping his eyes on his sleeve, he looked back to Luna. “No point anymore…” Mike struggled to stop himself from shattering his masculinity. “Why not?” Luna asked in a motherly and caring tone and took a few steps closer to him. Mike wiped more tears from his eyes, unable to answer her. Mike’s pain inside took over his physical control centre and he dropped down onto all fours. “I-I just…” Mike would never see his wife again. How could he have forgotten all this time? Denial? Do he just thing he was going to go home by the end of the day? It finally caught up. A small tear trailed down his face as he just ceased to function. Sagging onto the ground and crying, Luna picked him up in her magic and hugged him. Her wings wrapped around him and Luna closer her eyes.

They sat there for hours. Doll wasn't coming back.

7:23 PM. Monday.

It was another regular day, not as many customers. Mike stayed home, said he didn't feel good. They just let the cameras record and delete the footage at the end of the day. Once the building closed and everyone left, Scott stayed back to finish cleaning. Walking down the hall to delete the camera footage, he heard the sound of shoes hitting the tiled floor behind him. He turned to face who it was but was met with nothing. “The hell…” Scott continued down the hall without noticing the figure running across the hall to the right door hallway. Proceeding into the office he picked up the tabled and erased the camera footage. A soft  ‘tink’ came from the right hallway and Scott looked down it. “Ok sure Scott. This isn't how people always die in horror movies.” He said to himself and walked down the hall, nothing was in it but he proceeded down it to just make sure. Then the running reached his ears again, but before he could even turn around, he was dropped onto his back with a grunt.

Opening his eyes he was immediately met with an axe coming down on his head, he rolled to the right and mostly missed the axe however some of it came down on the left of his face, making a large crack and yell of pain from Scott. Standing up another slice of the axe came down on his left leg, cracking into the bone. Scott yelled out in pain and just as the axe was about to come back down on his head, he heard gunshots, a yell of pain and running. Running into the hall, gun drawn, was Fritz. Arriving early for his shift. “This week gets worse and worse…” Fritz said to himself as he picked up Scott and placed his arm over his shoulder. They proceeded to hobble out and get met with, once again, an ambulance. They took Scott inside and took Fritz for questioning. Still a shitty job.

The guards said they didn't catch the perpetrator, but they said it was most likely a pony. The hall was too dark for Fritz to notice anyone and Scott was halfway to having a leg cut off to notice. The building was closed for investigation, one lead by  Celestia herself. “You need to rest.” She said to Fritz. “You've earned it. You did save a life after all…” Fritz nodded in protest. “I didn't do much. I just… Shot. I could've hit Scott.” Celestia nodded. “But you didn't. Now, go rest up.” Fritz nodded and turned to walk back inside the guest room. Chris and Jeremy were out and haven't revived news about what happened and Mike just laid in his bed, shedding a tear once in a while. Fritz turned to him from his bed. “Whats going on with him…” Fritz spoke to himself. Fritz walked over to Mike with the intention to talk to him, but after looking at his face he realized it was probably a bad idea if the black smoke coming from his closed eyes was any hint.

“We must go now.” Luna stood up. “Its time to lower the moon.” Mike nodded his head and laid on to his back and imagined up his old home. Luna was gone in a flash. Mike stared up at the empty white sky. ‘Well its time to wake up or something.’ Mike remembered that as a kid people always said “you always wake up before you hit the ground.” Mike felt himself rising and realized he was imagining a skyscraper. “This is gonna be a long fall…” The building abruptly after reaching max height. It was a bland looking building. So bland It didn't have damn windows. Mike stepped over to the edge of the building. “Woah shit.” Mike gasped. “Where did the ground go?” He joked around after realizing the building was THAT high up. Taking a few steps back for a running start he stopped mid run. ‘Wait. This would be ally more awesome if I was in a car.’ Poofing up a M1 Abrams he- “THIS ISNT WHAT I WANTED BUT YES.” He climbed into the tank and immediately made a realization. “I don’t know how to drive this.” Looking around the tanks cabin, he spotted something familiar. HE shells. “Oh boy.” Grabbing them and getting ductape, he placed all the shells together in a cluster and taped them all together. Bringing them over to the front of the tank he taped them the hood and climbed back into the tank. “Always time to learn.” He took hold of the controls and immediately pushed the stick forward. “Well.” The tank pushed at a speed too fast for a tank and smashed open the edge of the building and plummeted off the roof. “Whoo!” The tank hit the ground and melted in a raging inferno.

Mike shot up from his bed. “That was awesome.” Fritz looked over to him. “What were you doing?” Mike smiled. “I drove a tank.” Fritz’s expression and mood dropped.  “While you were having fun Scott almost got axe murdered.” Mike’s eyes widened and be climbed out of his bed. “Why were you crying?” Fritz's question caught Mike off guard. “N-nothing.” He continued across the room to Scott. “Holy shit.” The large crack down Scott's head was replaced with a cheap replacement for metal or plastic. It wasn't even the right shade of red. “Is he okay?” Mike asked to Fritz. “Not sure. The doctors patched him up and said he was stable enough to take home. A knock came from the door and attracted everyone's attention. Walking over Mike opened the door and was met with a small castle maid and Jeremy and Chris. The maid has a cart of food with a lot of salad and some meat. Celestia told them they had meat but it was usually served to the griffon diplomats but after they told the staff they eat meat, they just got bacon and some other meaty stuff brought to the room. Pulling in the cart and thanking the mare, Mike  looked over to Scott's bed and already noticed that Jeremy and Chris were there. Mike grabbed a salad and lightly pushed the cart over to the bed and went back to his bed. “I wish we still had that weird shit we all got when we first came here.” Mike muttered. “It still exists but the ponies have it stored somewhere.” Chris said. Mike nodded and returned to eating his salad.

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10:23 AM. Tuesday.

“Oh this is such BS.” Doll muttered as she trudged through the dark forest, sharpened spear in hand. Doll woke up in the forest weeks ago and she's sorta met the native population. Ponies. As much as she would love to run in there and become a little girl again, she held back against it. Crouching down and sneaking in to a spaced out bush, she spotted a deer in the middle of an opening in the forest. The forest was dense and was near this huge castle thing. Turning her attention back to the deer. She took aim with the throwing spear and threw it.

“Shit.” The spear hit the ground like a meter away from the deer. Then it ran away. “I curse you deer. I'll come back for you.” Doll made an oath and proceeded back into the little camp she made. It was literally a few trees in a tight  cluster with a bunch of branches piled up around the opening in between trees. Food was in short supply. ‘Maybe I should just go to the locals.’ Doll thought as she picked up all her important supplies and remaining food. She looked down at her hand and sighed in depression as she looked at the ring. “I miss you.” She said and set out for the pony city.