A Clean Slate

The next week went swimmingly for Mike. The team was getting along well in the build, he was finally making some money, and his credit went from 393 to a 511 in that short period of time. Best of all, Mike thought, was that he only worked three days a week and only five hours each day. So fifteen hundred dollars a week was pretty good. He had moved into a nicer and much bigger apartment near Jensen Beach. He could walk there in five minutes and relax.

The current work day was going like any other one. Mike and the rest of the team were wiring units and circuit boards together as per Mrs. Blanco's requests. Mike's supervisor was called away quite abruptly to deal with an extreme matter involving the build plan. He returned covered in sweat and obviously angry. He was clutching a small stack of papers.

"I was just told that there has been a relatively large change in the building plans and we only have two weeks to complete it." Jacob, Mike's supervisor, grunted in anger. "They're calling it The Tesla Collider, apparently it's going to be used to tavel lights years in minutes and we have to make it." Jacob concluded.

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The next couple of days were spent frantically working. Everyone was sent into overtime. 60 hours a week spent changing fixing and building the device. They had eight days left and by the end of the next three days there were prepared to do a power test. They began clearing away what they had not used yet just to be cautious in case of debris getting thrown around from the force this thing was sure to put out. They were all prepared and standing behind a blast wall and Jacob began the setup and ignition of the Collider. Their were no unusual noises except for course a loud humming and electrical static noise form what would be expected from this caliber of machine.

Jacob went to hit the start switch as the noise picked up and the static of the air thickened he noticed a missed box of parts.

"Damn, there's a box there in the right corner, we're gonna have to stop and move it." Jacob said with an annoyed tone.

"Don't worry, I got it, it hasn't started to it's fullest yet and the box is only like 25 feet away. I can get it, don't stop it." Mike said as he stepped out from the wall to grab the box.

He got it no problem and was making his way back to the wall with it when, of course, with his uncanny bad luck he tripped and got tangled in the bunch of wires powering this monster. This caused the machine to start losing control of itself and start arcing bolts to whatever was the best conductor in the room and immediately making it a pile of dust. No one was able to get out and help Mike out. They wanted to, but Mike told them not to and get out.

"Stop! You guys get out! NOW! It's better to lose just me than risk everyone else's life get out and let Mrs. Blanco know what happened!" Mike struggled to yell over the roar of the machine.

As the rest of the group made their way out they took one last look at Mike before the Collider decided he was the next best conductor. With a flash if white light they thought he was dust in the wind, but what the saw when their eyes adjusted back to normal light levels they saw a blue line that was cooling rapidly. The shock had split the cords and stopped the machine.

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Mike's POV

"Shit, I'm done, this is it. The machine is running out of things to hit and I'm nowhere near getting out. I'm never gonna see my friends or family again. Shit, so much for this improvement in lifestyle. The six grand isn't gonna help me now. I guess it'll pay for the funeral costs. God. I'm not going to be able to enjoy anything ever again. No sex, no movies, no traveling, no friends.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Were what Mike believed were his last thoughts just before he was hit by a bolt.

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Mike awoke from the blackout, but couldn't see anything or move at all. He felt a weight on him and something on his face which he determined was why he couldn't move or see. The vibrating in his ear started to subside and he heard screaming.

"Oh my goodness!! Are you alright? Can you hear me?" A sweet voice came as it enveloped him in a happy feeling.

'Unnhhh, uggghh *cough cough cough*" Was what Mike replied with.

He heard... footsteps? They were getting closer to him. He started to sweat and grew more and more uncomfortable and he started to regain more of his feeling in his body. The shroud that had covered his face was removed and the blinding light from the Sun hit him. As his eyes adjusted he glanced around for the source of the voice a moment ago. What he found startled him. He swore he saw a yellow horse with pink hair.

"Umm, e-excuse me, m-mister? Can you hear me?" The horse called to him.

Mike eyes widened in disbelief and his last thought just before he blacked out was, "Well, this is new..." Then total blackness consumed him.

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Author's notes: This is the last we will have of pony-less chapters. Also from now on the story will be in first person. I just wanted to give you some details and reason behind why Mike just landed in Fluttershy's house. If you find errors tell me and I'll fix them thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed what you have read so far. More tags will be employed later on. See ya later.