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// the members of the Forklift Alliance lost their certifications, 
// Story: What If... 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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"RIGHT HERE, OFFICER!" A voice echoed down the corridor. Queen Chrysalis yawned, opening a groggy eye to see what was stirring up the commotion. A cluster of rather loud hoofsteps rapidly approached her door.

"Forklift Unified Forces! Open up!" A different voice came this time, accompanied by a pounding on the door. "We have reports that you are an uncertified Forklift Alliance member!"

"Wh--" Queen Chrysalis didn't finish before a gaggle of forklift-driving uniformed creatures burst through the wall, obliterating any idea of there ever being a door in the first place.

"You're comin' with us, Queenie!" A stallion scooped Chrysalis up in a single move. He slung her over his shoulder without ever leaving the forklift.





"F.U.F! Open up!"

Tirek didn't even have the chance to look up from his Roblox GF roleplay session before half of his room collapsed in on itself. The heavily armored griffon raised her wolf railgun.

"Make one wrong move and it won't just be half of your room collapsing under the gravity of infinite wolves into a black hole."

"WAIT YOU USED THE WOLF RAILGU--"

The rest of the room proceeded to be flooded with infinitely multiplying wolves which then collapsed under their own gravity. Oops.





Sombra blinked, one eye at a time, a drowsy smile crossing his face as the only source of light anywhere around him--the monitor of his Vinyl Scratch-themed battleship of a gaming PC, illuminated a small corner of his room.

"My little human, my little human, aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"

At some point or another the former king realized that the deranged screeching was, in fact, no longer coming from the speakers, but rather a batpony mare clinging to his window.

"Ah, the pizza must be here..." he mumbled to himself. Moving as if he were a slug, Sombra oozed over to the window and opened it.

And also like a slug, he shriveled into himself the moment he got tasered by the FUF. Except slugs do that when they're salted. I don't think anyone's ever tasered a slug before, and they probably shouldn't.





Cozy Glow angrily raged inside her blanket prison that she was currently wrapped up in like a present. Sucks to be her, turns out a cardboard box containing an intriguing piece of cheese held open by a twig was all it took!





"We now convene for the trial of the former founding members of our holy Forklift Alliance."

"Amen." A crowd of voices rose from the jury.

Cozy Glow continued to shout muffled expletives.

"Please restrain the small angry child further."

A nearby stallion donning sunglasses gave a singular nod, whipping out a giant squeaky hammer. A single swing was all it took to bring it crashing down atop Cozy's head with all the grace of a whoopee cushion crossed with a sad, deflated duck.

With Cozy Glow now bonked and quiet(ish), the trial continued.

"Though these four we must thank for the existence of our great alliance, the... disturbing discovery that each one has had their licenses revoked in some way or another within the past year is cause for tremendous concern. It is not only the how of why they had their licenses revoked, but the fact that they had successfully kept this action hidden for so long that may very well rock the foundation of the alliance!"

Quiet gasps made their way around the room. Sombra mumbled something about anime waifus in his daze.

"Do I hear a decision already?"

"Yeet cannon! Yeet cannon! YEET CANNON! YEET CANNON!" The chants grew louder and louder by the second.

Tirek flickered back into existence for a brief second before being consumed again by the black hole that had developed in his room.

"Then it is decided by our holy Forklift Alliance that on this day, for the sake of all that is holy and forklift-like, our founders will be yeeted to some nondescript location."

They were all subsequently banished to the land of broken forklifts.