F&F: Story 5, Victor 1: Teswa cowyw

>you are an engineer living in chicago

>you're working on a magitek project for your company

>you've got a working arc reactor prototype set up in your backyard

>it glows like a motherfucker at night, but you're too paranoid to turn it off after you got it working by chance

>anything that gets past the safety cage is obliterated by an arc of mana

>your backyard is now the world's best bugzapper

>one day you hear babbling outside your fence

>oh shit, this isn't good

Dun wury, smawty get us past meanie waw

>good thing you payed the Johnson’s kid to fill in that rabbit hole on both sides of the fence

Wook! howw! smawty am smawt smawty!

>fluffy ponies are now in your backyard

>make mental note to run over the Johnson’s kid's skateboard the next time you see it

>open the backdoor

>the silver unicorn that led the herd walks up to you

>puffs up it's cheeks

>oh god not another

SMAWTY SAY DIS FWUFFY PWACE NOW. DUM MUNSTA GO WAY.

>fuck all kinds of duck

>while the smarty has been screeching in it's horrible falsetto at you, it's herd has been transfixed by the arc reactor

>this may not end well

>you're not sure what would happen if the arc reactor tried to zap a fluffy

>it's handled squirrels before, but you're not sure what reaction it'd have to something that size

>shudder after thinking about what results a meltdown would yield

>or worse, if the fluffy could contain the mana and use it

>ponder what would happen if a fluffy got empowered in such a way

>you settle on a torrent of spaghetti being the absolute best possible end state

>meanwhile the smarty has been rambling on with its list of demands which you could care less about

an dat gwow box ows too!

>mostly care less about

>it charges straight for the arc reactor

>you start to give chase but realize that it'd be better to be running in the other direction in case of overload/meltdown/spaghetti torrent

>return back to your house and lock the door

>a few fluffies weakly praise the smarty before returning their attention to the reactor

>the smarty finally hits the chain link fence

>and it's head slips through

>within the range of safety between the fence and reactor

>thank god

>remember that unicorns have mana conducting crystals in their horn

>fuck

>mana arcs to the unicorn's horn as expected

>it's blown back into the wall of your house

>oh son of a bitch

>it's moving

>and glowing

>the fluffies move to their smarty

i need more

>did that fluffy just speak perfect English?

MORE POWER!

>it charges the reactor again

>oh shit

>ohshitohshitohshit

>the low capacity of the test model must have made it survivable

>it impacts the chain-link fence again, this time hitting it so hard it's able to slip it's whole body through

>the herd is following it in droves, some even managing to slip into the enclosure after the smarty

>a second arc whips out and zaps the smarty

owwies! nuuu! NUUUU!

>it probably got overloaded past it's capacity for intelligence

>but it's not dead yet

>time to fix that

>you reach for the control panel on the wall

>it's at 1% of total capacity

>it's supposed to have an actual coupling after 20% rather than the chain link fence you provided

>there's a risk of catastrophic failure past 90%

>turn the capacitor dial up to 10

>wait, didn't you swap the total capacity and capacitor yield dials

>mental math time

>you have just told the reactor to operate at 115% capacity

>you were testing this model because it could show yields above 100% of it's theoretical max output

>it has to rev up before it can cool down

>nothing to stop now

>flick the off switch

>time to watch the lights show

>and the noises coming out of the smarty are only the beginning

>mana is now arcing between the smarty and reactor like a jacob’s ladder

>its increasing screams of pain and terror have upset the herd

>which are now running in every possible direction

>finally, the smarty’s frame can take no more

NUUU HUWT HUWT

>BRZAP

>the smarty bursts like a grape

>and the arc simply continues outwards past the chainlink fence

>it’s now moving between fluffies, casting their technecolor fluff in odd and fantastic colors

>it looks like the bastard son of an itunes visualizer and a pink Floyd lazer light show out there

>you feel as if there’s a stoned college kid out there that would really appreciate this

>the energy flow is far less merciful with any other fluffy, they barely have a 10th of the smarty’s admittedly minimal resistance to magic

>in technical terms; they pop like popcorn

>the generator is at approximately 60% now

>and the fluffies are thinning like nobody’s business

>it’s a nuclear winter of odd glow and Technicolor snow

>and the fun has just begun

>three minutes pass

>the herd is entirely gone by this point

>you simply watch as huge parabolas of energy blossom out from your creation

>one even scorches the glass of the patio door

>wait, you think, it shouldn’t be at that high a level of energy already

>another one follows the same path

>oh well it shouldn’t break the-

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>fucking fuck

>pain

>so much god damn pain

>you know you haven’t lost any body parts because EVERYTHING HURTS

>by the glaring light you’d guess it’s morning

>through some minor miracle you manage to stand up and look out where the patio door used to be

>there sits your reactor, purring along

>you need a strong drink

>you feel something cold in your hand

>brandy alexander from fucking nowhere

>you finish it, while wishing the glass to be fixed

>more pain

>the shards of glass that once comprised the door re-assemble and meld into one coherent mass again

>including the ones embedded into you

>now this is starting to get weird

>you grab a cigarette of the counter

>a sudden, odd instinct occurs to you

>snap your fingers

>a small flame juts out and lights it

>all that energy must have given you some form of sorcerous powers

>huh

>I guess fluffy ponies are good for something after all