Micheal worked every day and night to get to where he was now. He shoved the bodies into the furnace and was paid in full. A few drops of his sweat dripped off of his hand and onto the metal paneling of the furnace. That's how he left his mark when he was finished. The next day when he walked in, the employees began their usual greeting of smiling and slow-clapping at his general direction. He was then asked by a scientist to go into a room called: The Red-Rum Room. The scientist told him to check in on the "patients" that were present there. As he walked in, he saw dozens of insane fillies. This was pretty much the "asylum" part of the facility. Each patient all had red markers at their disposal. And then, sometimes they would either write or say "RED RUM" over and over again. Each tile of the solitary confinement mattresses were covered with the words "RED RUM." They kept saying strange and creepy things that disturbed him.
"Everyone will be a subject to the Red Rum. Even you, Micheal."
"Heroes don't exist, it's all in your head."
"We are all doomed to die a slow and painful death from the Red Rum..."
Micheal left the room after a while and went back to shoving bodies in the furnace. But he would never forget the Red-Rum Room...
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Who is Absentia? - An MLP fanfic
Mystery / ThrillerThis is the story of Micheal Andrews, and a dream that felt too real to be fake. And it's not, is it? Join us as we take you through a tale of fictional dreaming, in the magical land of Equestria, where anything can happen. -- Author's Note: Please...
