You know, when I first lost my job and apartment in Whinneyapolis, It felt like the worst day ever. All hope had seemed lost, until I saw a flier at the coffee shop.
Wanted: Ponies who don’t mind getting their hooves into some mad science and don’t ask a lot of questions. Report to the Royal Castle Science Labs! Good pay! Dental Coverage. Food and Board available.
It was a dream come true! Get hooves dirty? Don't ask a lot of questions? No problem. This job couldn't be so bad after all!
I was wrong...
...So...very...wrong...
(Author's note: The story takes place at the end of Season two, and may progress into the later seasons. Also the Gore take is for later intended chapters. Rated Teen for cursing, gore, and adult humor.)
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Interesting. Kind of strange, but that seems intentional. One error sticks out to me though:
Seems you accidentally changed Wasp's name here.
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...OH RIGHT THAT WAS INTENTIONAL GAG! i forgot to add that! THANKS!
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I figured something like that with Test Tubes, but wouldn't Quick Fix still use Wasp in that first line?
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...Dangnabit, that's why you read, read, and read again. Thanks again.
When you updating?