Grass

As dusk settled, a whistle was blown, signaling workers on the mines that their shift had ended.

One by one, the miners left the holes they'd dug and began their way home except for Grass and a few others, needing extra bits and credit to keep their job.

Before they could start their overtime, their manager would give a short meeting and quick reminder. " I see the newbies are hard at work, eyh? Good, good! Keep it up and you'll be regulars in no time!"

Grass would give no mind to what the manager would say, as he had heard him say it several times before, and he never did become a regular in their mining facility. Usually, the meetings would be about safety and work flow, but now it's just him bragging and pep talk.

Half an hour has passed, and the manager finally got tired of talking and sent them on their way.

Grass and the others would have a quick dinner break before grabbing their tools and mine once more.

This is one of the many lives Grass experiences, as he never lands a job that would last. Every week or month, he'd have a different job, as it seems fate has favored him poorly. However as a result of this, he became accustomed to life's trials and received vital experience from a blue-collar job, as well as the opportunity to make numerous acquaintances.

He mines his life away and considers the life he has chosen. Was it worth it? But he shook it off and reminded himself that even though he didn't acquire a permanent job, he had a great time trying out new things.

As his thoughts wandered, he became distracted and didn't realize he had hit something. And with that, a bright flash of light would blind the terrified stallion.

He attempts to open his eyes, but all he sees is white. "Oh no! I'm blind! Help! He-" he stops when he notices he can see his hoof. The stallion was astonished and unable to speak when he came to the realization that he had died.

He'd quickly discover that there are no floors where he is, and there is no sensation of up and down, which made him sick. The huge white view and the unpleasant feeling of weightlessness stressed him out, causing the poor pony to faint.

He'd eventually wake up after a good night's sleep and let out a big, satisfied yawn. He smiled as he stretched his hooves and body. "Wow, I haven't had a nap that satisfying since friendship school." He remembered why he was here in the first place: to work.

" Crap! I should get back to work before I get in trouble." He tried to find one of his pickaxes, but it was not there. All of his equipment is gone.

Luckily, glowing mushrooms are scattered across the mines, and it was enough to light the place, which he hadn't noticed before.

Not only was he sleeping on the job, but he lost the equipment he was using. This greatly troubled Grass, and he tried to remember where he put it. And that's when he remembered the flash of light that attacked him. It just occurred to him that the flash of light might be a valuable artifact that he might've broken.

He sighed and accepted his fate; it's as if the manager would make him a regular anyway.

He walked back to where their office was, but it seems he got lost. He doesn't recognize this part of the cave and was panicking for a bit. Did I actually got lost?

He continued to run until he found a familiar route, but no luck; he was deeply lost, and his only company were the glowing mushrooms.

" Help!!" He yelled desperately for rescue, not knowing that his actions would lure something else, a giant mole rat golem.

The beast towers over the pony, to the point it barely fits in the tunnels. It slowly lumbers towards grass with its large, sharp claws and menacing, rotting yellow teeth.

" Ah hell no!" Grass did not have the time to know where he was and just ran for his life.

Time flies by when your life's in danger and eventually his adrenaline and strength would diminish, and fatigue would catch up to him.

As he stopped to catch his breath, he'd hear the lumbering beast clawing its way towards him. "This must be a dream, if not some kind of weird hell! Why, dear Celestia, why!? I've been good my whole life? I never once complain... I think."

Crumble.

Before he could react, the floor he stepped on began to crumble, forcing him to react in this situation.

Clatter tap clank. (15)

He heard a weird rattle of some sort, like someone dropped a pebble of some sort.

The stallion has no time to wonder as the floor he is on is about to collapse.

He hurriedly ran to a much more stable flooring before the floor collapsed.

As he successfully crossed the crumbling floor, he saw that the giant mole rat golem was still following him. As soon as the creature set its foot on the weak floor, it collapsed and dropped the mole rat golem into—(1)—the mouth of a much bigger creature, a giant snake wurm viper lamma.

" Well I didn't expect that." He continued to run for his life, avoiding a fate inside the creature's belly.

(16) His fate would turn for the better as he finds a bright light at the end of the tunnel— an exit! This brought joy in Grass's eyes as he hurries towards it, but the snake still continued to hunt him, crawling and nearing him by the minute. Finding the exit was one thing, but the beast would eventually catch up to him and be eaten. He must take action on what to do with the beast chasing him.

As he got near the exit, the tunnel grew wider and wider, and pillars can now be seen holding the cave entrance roof filled with stalactites.

This was his chance. And began kicking the pillars. -(1)-

"Ouch!! Ah my leg!?" He broke one of his hooves.

His worry on his leg would be cut short as the snake is already near him. He had no choice but to try again.

-(4)- " AAAA!!!" The pain was felt by his whole body. The pony panicked and hoped his strength was enough to break the pillars, but he failed continuously.

He might as well break the rest of his hooves by trying. And so he did.

Clank tap bonk -(17)-

As his desperation grew, he gave it his all, as his life depended on it. " AAAAAAA!"

SLAM!! CRACK! CRASH!!!

The pillar collapsed, pinning the snake, while the stalactite above the ceiling came loose and dropped at the snake right at the center of its head, instantly killing it.

As the dust settled, Grass was still shocked at the events that happened and couldn't believe that he survived.

He wanted to celebrate his victory but the fact remains that he has two broken legs.

What would he do next?

Lost and confused, he decided to rest for now as he just ran for an hour, nonstop, and killed a giant snake.

He'd soon fall asleep once more, not carrying what awaited him; he was too tired.

Clank bonk tap clap...

-(15)-