Comber walked into his home. As soon as his hoofs touched the carpet, the lights automatically brighten up the living room, it was 3 cups lights that was on the Ceiling. Comber turned around and shut the door, locking it before taking his cape off as he walked towards the laundry room, putting it in the washer, putting detergent on it and turning it on warm and heavy. Comber shut the washer, making sure it was absolutely shut. He then decided to leave the laundry room which wasn’t big like the rest of the rooms, as it’s a laundry room and only purpose is clothes which most ponies don’t wear. Comber turned the lights off before walking out of the laundry room, walking upstairs to a blue plastic door. He opened it and walked in. He was in the bathroom, he turned on the water, occasionally feeling the water for the right temperature, eventually finding it and stepping in after he put his watch into the sink that was dried. Comber took a shower. After his shower, he dried himself off using a magic spell. Comber grabbed his watch, putting it on and walked down his red oak stairs into the living room. The washer started making rumble sounds, before making a loud beeping sound. Comber was already laying down on the couch, legs hanging off a tiny bit. After the beeping sound subsided Comber got up and walked to the laundry room, taking his cape out after opening the washer and throwing it in the dryer, turning it on high and hot. Walking back to couch and laying down, taking a nap. He set a timer on the dryer machine so there wasn’t anything to worry about.

“Sir I’m leaving this filthy place.”

The leader who was standing on the podium looked down at Comber before giving him a smirky smile.

“Comber my loyal trusted colt. Are you okay?”

Comber kept his blank expression. He was serious about leaving.

“I’m perfectly fine sir.”

The gray coat and crimson mane with three black lines going through the mane with a similar pattern and color on his tail teleported aside Comber. The colt put a hoof around Comber shoulder.

“Now what would make you leave such a well paying place Comber? Is it the workers? Did I get your paycheck wrong?”

“Yes, and no. The paycheck was received correctly. The workers I can’t stand anymore as the same with this place so I’m deciding to leave.”

Comber told the truth before keeping his composure, knowing what happens next.

“Comber for your rank you know the consequences of quitting. I don’t want that for you my friend. Reconsider your choice.”

“My choice is final.”

“Alright then."

the leader teleported back to his podium and pressed the button. Turning on the alarm. 350 killers surrounded Comber with smirks. What is this he thought this was a day with many had off!? The workers ran at him, Comber got in his stance while the leader backed away and into the shadows. Before any killers could hit or stab Comber with their weapons, a loud beeping sound was heard from the real world.

(Huh!?”)

The beep prolonged before stopping. What, that was all a dream? Comber walked towards his curtains and opened them, seeing the moon still out. Comber shut the curtains and stood there thinking.

(”What was that a vision or premonition? It felt real, but wasn’t. The emotions was there but luckily that was just a dream.”)

Comber took a sigh before walking to the laundry room. Walking past his staircase and seeing the lights off, sensor lights are awesome. Comber grabbed his cape, liking the feeling of the heat before walking it over to a hat stand with arms out, hanging it on the arms and tying it; after, walking back to his couch and laying back down.

(”Was that a nightmare giving to me by Luna for all the wicked deeds I’ve done? So that’s what will happen if I don’t chose my day wisely. It seemed more than 200 workers. How can I defeat that many?”)

Comber wondered to himself, drifting off to sleep, this time no dream. When he awoke again it was morning. He got up and checked his watch, it showed a sun nearly risen for work, Comber frowned but smiled, getting up and walked over to his cape, untying it and removing it from the handles and putting it on, he smelled it. That was a good detergent. Comber washes his cape everyday since it’s containment with blood and filth from his primary job. Comber walked around and made sure the house was clean. First, the laundry room, he straightened up the dryers and the items on them, like detergent and fabric sheets he doesn’t normally use, since the smell could leave you oblivious. Comber used his magic to clean the floor, first water that was made of magic, than the water bubbled and then disappeared with the filth that was on the floor. Comber walked out of the laundry room and repeated the same actions for the floors of the other 8 rooms, before slowly walking down stairs and looking behind himself, performing the same magic to them, before walking down the stairs and looking back up at them, even though they are wood they shined. Comber felt satisfied his home was clean, including the kitchen, which he never uses. The part time assassin walked towards his greenhouse, walking in, see golden rails on the left and right side. Comber grabbed a hanging red watering can of 20 ozs and started watering the plants, having the memory on which plant needs the correct amount of water a day. He knows they can survive a couple of days without water, but would you want to eat nothing for a day? Failing to water a plant a day won’t hurt it depending on the species of plants. Comber put the watering can back on the right rail, he made sure to refill it first. Comber walked out of the greenhouse and into his backyard, using his magic to set up dummies. Comber stood in the grass in front of four of them, before running at them with full force. They were pony dummies so they will act as ponies at his job, Comber will use that anger and malevolence to practice. Comber kicked one in the throat with full force, breaking the head clean off, Comber quickly ran at the other run, kicking it in the joints, knocking it down, before slamming the head down and crushing it. Comber quickly used his magic and made the next pony dummy attack him, Comber dodged and gave it a strong punch, punching threw the dummy, acting as he ripped a heart out, pulling the magic material back towards him and squeezing it, causing it to burst. The part time assassin then ran at the last dummy, elbowing it in the neck, fallowing with a punch to the jaw right after and kicks to the joints, as it fell, Comber slammed a hoof down, punching right through it body and killing some of the grass with the force. Comber took 15 hoof steps back and took a deep breath.

(”Those buckers deserve it.”)

Comber magic dummies disappeared. Comber looked at his watch. He looked at the day icon and saw the sun up, Comber panic a little and teleported in front of his job. Nome was shocked, Comber just teleported in front of him.

“Hi Nome. Ready for another anguishing day?”

Nome laughed.

“Yes. Thanks for not going through with your idea of leaving.”

Comber felt a tiny amount of fear, remembering his nightmare last night. He closed his eyes and calmed himself. Nome watched him and wondered what bothered Comber? He won’t ask cause Comber would tell him not to worry. Comber smirked.

“Trust me I still intend to leave. Just haven’t had the right opportunity yet.”

Nome still can’t believe Comber is still thinking of leaving, he knows the consequences so why does he still think he can leave this place, he wants to but knows he can’t because he will die and so would Comber. He can’t fight 350 of the max workers in this place, they both can’t.

“So what’s your shift Comber?”

“Same as yesterday.”

Nome looked at Comber. His expression was disbelief.

“So they have you working the same shift again and you are able to still do you assassin’s job?”

Comber smirked with confidence.

“Pretty much.”

Nome can’t believe Comber is still thinking of leaving this job. The craziness must have rubbed off on him. The pair walked towards the doors, walking inside the place, the place was dark.

“So I assume you like coming here earlier because you don’t have to wait in line and listen to the commotion of the other workers?”

Nome jested a hoof at Comber in a already know tone. Comber kept his eyes on the path they were walking.

“Yes.”

The two enter a room with many of the workers faces in pictures on the walls. That’s still creepy. Comber examined the picture frames before. He knows they are made out of gold, and they were sharp enough to cut through the bone if hit at the right angle and force. A gray coat and red mane with three black lines going through the mane with a similar pattern and color on his tail with lime green eyes walked in front of Comber and Nome, he had a scar over one of his left front hoof.

“Welcome back Comber, Nome. Hope you both have a good sleep.”

“I did sir.”

Comber spoke with caution. Nome smiled. This was a fake smile.

“I also did Granfer.”

Granfer walked towards the podiums and stared at them, mainly Nome.

“Just call me sir Nome.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now I know the reason you two like to come in early and personally can’t blame you.”

Granfer looked at his day timer on his podium. He knows what time it was.

“I warn you to head to your units. Or should I say Comber and not you Nome. You need to head to the bathrooms with a mop and bucket pronto, some colt yesterday missed the urinal badly yesterday. The hard work must have exhausted him too much.”

Comber heard lots of hoof steps. It was time. Comber patted Nome on the shoulder before walking through the doors they came in that was metal and big and then upstairs. The leader ran after Comber.

“Hey, you forgot what you came in the announcement room for.”

Granfer hoofed Comber a note. Comber opened it with curiosity. It said 5 Names.

“These are the traitors of the organization. I need you to-!”

“Assassinate them. Thanks. When do you want this done?”

“I want this done of course before you leave. I know you have a watch that tells you where you can find your target at. I must say your father was a great engineer to build something like that.”

Comber smirked. Remembering his father trying to teach him how the watch works. It was complex to the point he got beyond board listening. Maybe if he was Commer than maybe then he would have cared. Comber walked into the unit and saw his unit working.

“Well well, it’s about time you show up?”

Comber smirked. He was here earlier what are they talking about?

“I was her before you was Bullet. So don’t.”

Commer was behind Comber, looking down at the yellow note he’d was giving, it was folder so he couldn’t read it.

“What’s your curiosity now Commer?”

“I assume you have more traitors to kill?”

Comber smirked, walking into the unit and fixing some creates that was ready to fall over.

“Sorry about that Comber. That was Bullet’s fault.”

Comber turned to Commer, looking at him with a slight of annoyance.

“Let me guess he played buckets or should I say creates within the time I came up here?”

Comber voice spiked looking at Bullet who walked over to Comber.

“I did, got to make fun of this terrible job.”

“So I ain’t the only one wanting to leave?”

Comber was shocked to hear other workers wanted to leave, especially in his unit. That’s bizarre for many workers to talk about leaving in the organization.

“None of you are. When I leave you both will leave.”

Bullet and Commer stared at Comber with a doubtful but hopeful expression; their eyes wide open in shock to hear Comber say that, they thought he was a monster.

“Wait you’re planning to leave!?”

Commer asked with disbelief.

“Comber, you’re just asking for a bullet in the head aren’t you?”

Comber closed his eyes with confidence. Before walking over to the task table and looking at the yellow note paper, reading it. Comber’s hooves was on the white table that was stain with blood and lots of other fluids. Comber stood up on two hoof and put his front hooves on the table that was more like a counter since it was up against the wall. Light shinning on him and the paper from the sun.

Commer and Bullet pursued him.

“Why don’t you have to torture anypony Comber while the rest of us do?”

The group read there tasks, Comber took his hoofs off the table and stood back on four hooves. He turned to them with a angered expression.

“That’s because I will not torture and a simple answer is because of my rank I can choose. Low ranks normally are the ones that do that to build their ruthlessness.”

“So you did do it when you first started then?”

Bullet sarcastically asked. Commer hoof palmed.

“Everypony is a new rank when they start so yes he had to.”

Commer spoke with annoyance at Bullet. Don’t use sarcasm with the unit leader and you don’t ask such questions when the answers were just stated.

“You know sometimes I just want to punch you?”

Commer laughed. Feeling sympathy for Bullet.

“It’s the physiology Bullet. You use that knowledge to your own.”

“I know that, Commer, jeez... Always go to be the smart hide.”

“Yup.”

Bullet felt a little more anger brew but sighed and walked to his first task which was to organize the totes. Bullet hoped this time the totes had no holes in it, otherwise blood would leak on him again and what a long shower that was, after he was done he walked over to help Commer a little.

“I assume you’re here to help, I got it friend.”

Bullet saw blood called blood O and blood P. He remembers in health class that your blood if matches with another pony’s blood, they are available for a transplant. What did the types really mean though?

“I know the blood type has to match up but why are they labeled O, -O, +O types. To me that makes it a tiny bit more complex.”

Commer smirked.

“The blood types are labeled as sperate due to each having it’s antigens. If the blood doesn’t matches with it, let’s say trying to match +O to -O, the body would rejected it and pretty much attack the new blood that been transfused into your body. Whatever your blood type is, is what you would need form a donator for a match.

“Bullet wasn’t shocked to hear all this information, he had little clue what antigens was, but he did know what blood types was, he just thought it’s labeled just based on your blood type and it has to match for a donation to work. How is it determined what type of blood the user have like the plus and negatives in the O type of blood for example?

“So why is their a O plus and O negative then?”

“That’s simple. The Rh protein either lacks or doesn’t lack. The negative means it lacks the Rh protein and the positive means it doesn’t lack the Rh protein.”

Commer educationally explained. What the buck is the Rh protein? You know what? He doesn’t want to ask because that would prolonged him from not working. Bullet walked over to where Comber was sitting, seeing him organize the create of organs at his desk. The desk was smooth, very smooth and was gray wood. Comber had a meter in his right hoof and using it to test the blood type of the organs.

“So when are you going to assassinate the traitors?”

Comber kept his focus on the task at hoof. Grabbing a liver, and testing the blood, before putting it in a tote with magic under the tables, this table was huge so there’s probably enough totes under it for almost all the organs that can be donated.

“Soon.”

Comber grabbed a heart from the container. The heat made a beat before stopping once again. Comber put it gently in the tote, then grabbed intestines and testing them.

“When are they having you touch guts Bullet-!”

“I already do.”

Bullet smirked. Comber had a job and advice to give to Bullet.

“Grab the intestines from the back first and the front, hold them tight, because if you don’t. You know what’s in the intestines.”

Commer at his desk smirked. So Comber does learn.

“Don’t you both know the body relaxes the muscles at the time of death. This means the pony poops themselves at the time of death.”

Comber chuckled. Makes sense.

“Yes, however I’ve learned from experience.”

Bullet laughed. Commer and Comber didn’t know what he thought was funny?

“So you got... Shit on then?”

Commer got annoyed by the immaturity Bullet displayed; so did Comber, who felt a little agitated his own worker would speak that way to him.

“It was fun-!”

Bullet received a slap across the face from Comber. The once laughing unicorn backed away holding his left side of his face.

“Work!”

Comber and Commer together said with annoyance, continuing to work on their tasks.

“Y’all sticks you know that?”

Bullet was a little angered but was more upset that he’s being told to work. He didn’t like that, he likes to work himself. He was off topic so they were right. Bullet got back to work, grabbing the totes behind the creates and organizing them. They were cold like the rest of the totes were. Bullet knew that was because the blood has to be in a cool environment, not too cold or too hot. He grabbed them and put them under the desk where Comber sat at, scooting the full totes to the side and picking them up and putting them in a big wooden crate in the cooler. Comber quickly filled up the totes. Bullet took the create in the cooler.

“You’re putting the lid on then right and making sure it’s snapped on because last time you did that, the manager for this floor was a little bit fuming.”

Bullet got annoyed.

“I did, and last time did too, one of them was damaged-!”

“You never use damaged supplies Bullet.”

“Yes sir.”

Commer official thought Bullet was a idiot. Bullet grabbed the next totes and repeated the process of putting them in the creates in the color that was labeled by organ and blood type which Bullet matched up.

“We’re done with one create Bullet, but now our jobs for today starts new paths.”

Bullet knew what he was talking about. Torturing time for him, he never understood why you would torture a pony you plan to harvest blood and guts from? It’s like cutting a tomato up before it comes off its steam. Comber walked over to the create, ignoring the pallet jack to his right and picking the create that weights nearly a ton up, and carrying it towards the door that exits the unit and then down stairs, he was cautious not to miss a single hoof step walking down the stairs, when he reached the bottom he turned left and towards a room with doors that was massive, he walked in, using his key he made sure to grab off his desk to unlock his unit’s production room, putting the create down the farthest from the door in the left corner.

“A little cold. This entire place is cold hearted.”

Comber walked out of the room and shut the door, a red colt with black mane and a red mane both with blue and green stripes in it looked at him.

“You’re Comber of unit...?”

“Unit 25.”

“Thanks. I must say it’s a a honor to meat you myself.”

“And you are?”

“Josh.”

Josh smiled at Comber. Comber was confused. Why does he look at him like he’s a celebrity? He’s no celebrity. At least he’s not jealous of him and wants to kill him like the other units do.

(”Wait, he’s not a manager of his unit.”)

“Buddy, where’s your unit manager? He’s supposed to bring the create down with the pallet jack not you.”

Josh smirked. Before closing his eyes and simply replying.

“He’s in the unit doing other work. He trusted me like always to put the creates of our unit production in our storage unit.”

“Your unit leader is a fool.”

Comber started to walk away and out of the storage room. Josh rushed to fallow him. Wanting to warn and give him a goodbye.

“Comber, did you hear what the units from 40-44 is talking about?”

“No.”

Comber doesn’t care what they were talking about, they are meaningless as the rest of the workers.

“It’s about their plan of attack to kill you when you go home.”

Comber was shocked. They would actually break the rules. Comber smirked, a plan brewing in his mind.

“Tell then to bring it. I beat them all down.”

“Alright, good luck Comber. I tell you’re not a actual evil killer.”

Comber closed his eyes and smirked.

“There’s no such thing of not a evil killer, killers are evil. I try to show mercy as much as possible. I will not to none of these killers. You stay safe, bud. Thanks for the warning.”

“No problem!”

Josh said with a closed eye smile. He extended a hoof for a hoof bump. Comber gave Josh a hoof bump before walking out and then backup his stairs and into his unit. Where there was another create down by Commer.

“Good job, the both of you.”

Comber smirked. The leader he will consult later about unit 40-44, he wants to ask him if it’s possible he can beat them to death. Right now it’s time to le his unit know what those units plan.

“Since you both are my friends I should tell you I have four units that wants to attempt to kill me tonight.”

Comber spoke with a zero worries tone. His only worry was if he’s permitted to kill them. Bullet and Commer wasn’t surprised to hear this again. They swear these workers would try anything to rank up or get promoted, even killing a high rank. It’s weak.

“You going to kill them Comber?”

Commer asked, seeing the look Comber was, he seemed to be annoyed. Comber walked towards his desk and sat down. Growing a smirk with an malevolence expression.

“I hope the leader would give me that permission. I would relish killing those bastards.”

Bullet finished ripping out the intestines of his victim of today, seeing the eyes close. Too bad he had to put a muffle on her, her screams would kill the quite the unit had untill Comber came back. Commer walked over to Bullet with a blood type monitor, testing the blood, it was -O, Commer took the intestines and put them in the containers, closing the lid tight and putting them in the -O blood create. First time in about 14 days this create been getting filled.

“After I take the create down for you to make it easy for you both, I’m heading off to hunt those traitors down. The leader don’t want them getting too relaxed with their lives.”

Bullet ripped out the kidneys, Commer taking them and putting them in a tote for kidneys. Bullet always wonder why the detective wear gloves, no other worker dose it so why does him?

“Sounds like a plan Comber. Hey Commer do you have to wear gloves?”

Commer hoof palmed. Did he seriously just ask if he has to wear gloves?

“Actually I do. Bullet do you know how many germs there is in ponies not to mention if they have any diseases. You be a fool if you don’t wear gloves.”

Bullet sighed in annoyance.

(”whatever, hypochondriac.”)

Comber ignored that Commer called him an idiot pretty much. The harvest was done anyway.

“Alright, Bullet, take the corpse to the decomposer and I’ll take the create to our storage unit.”

Bullet grabbed the corpse and walked towards the decomposer with it, throwing it in, watching the body be shredded, blood splattering everywhere. The way the brains went down was nasty. Comber grabbed the create after Commer put the final tote in it, Comber put the lid on the wooden create, picking it up with a hoof, walking it down stairs and to the storage room. He unlocked his unit production room, putting the new create to the right to kinda separate the types of bloods. Comber walked out of his unit’s production room and out of the general production room. It’s weird that the giant room he was in was a production room and then theirs more small production rooms for each unit. Comber opened his list of traitors he put in his bag, reading the first name.

(”Time to die, Drackle.”)

Comber smirked with malevolence building in him as he approached the doors to the organization, opening them with his key and quickly shutting them. He was glad to be out of that place. He used his watch to find the location of Drackle. Comber smirked with relevance.

(”Finally some actual fresh air. Time to get down to business.”)

Author's Note

Speaking of fresh air I need to get some myself for awhile! I hopes y'all enjoyed the chapter! Stay in the circle of peace and not malevolence!