Tugging On The Heartstrings

I had a very boring life before the incident. I lived in an old, boring house on an old, boring street in an old, boring city. I had a crappy job as an engineer for a company known as GloTech. This company was known for its production of teleporters and it was my job to create new models. However, coming up with ideas for these products were not as easy as it seems and I had been very distracted recently.

A couple days before the incident, I was in my office trying to work on some designs for the new models that were due to my boss the next week. My colleague, however, was talking about how his teleporter malfunctioned one day and it transported him to some strange land he called Equestria. He said that there were miles of meadow and the greenest trees. I almost believed him, until he mentioned the talking ponies.

I thought he had lost it, “Talking ponies? Are you listening to yourself?”

“It’s true!” he said, “It may seem crazy, but it’s true!”

I thought about what he had said until Friday, the night of the incident. I was programming the new model without any success. I would turn it on, enter the location I wanted to go to, but nothing would happen. Angry, I threw the dud teleporter on the ground. It suddenly started sparking a multitude of colors almost like a rainbow. Then a flash of bright, white light filled the room followed by a loud CRACK and darkness.