Mystic stared at the two guards holding Scootaloo in horror, it was inevitable, she was to be erased.
"PUT HER DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She shouted
A guard eyed her back, while the soul they were holding frantically called out for help.

"HELP STOP PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Mystic's mind started racing, the moment she thought she had someone, she vanished, like every soul in her exact capsule. But, she never thought it'd end like this, this soon. The guards smashed their hooves on the floor, Scootaloo's constant crying, vanishing with them.

Mystic dropped her wings, waiting to hear her final cries as Dash erased her. Since the workers learned to teleport, more souls had been erased than ever. And she would be just another victim. It was the end for her, but it came too soon.

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The workers gripped on to her tighter and tighter every time she thrashed back.
"St-t-op!" She cried. One of them flashed a look devoid of any emotion.

They gained closer to a center circle, where everyone kept a watchful eye on her. Her mind was throwing thoughts back and forth, like a crossfire. "What was this? Who would I be erased by? Did this have a meaning?" She was thrown in, workers surrounding her.

Then she noticed a rather loud conversation, but only making it through the metal walls in muffled sounds. But, ones was unmistakable.
It shouted loudly when it talked, sharp as a knife, and low pitch to their voice. She recognized it from her best dream, and worst nightmare. Her best moments, and her painful final ones.

A loud stomp on the floor, shaking a bit of the radius around her. The door opened. Dash standing with two ponies behind her. She grabbed a anonymous object from her uniform pocket.

Dash spoke.
"You're here right now because of destruction of the factory, betrayal of a leader, attempted escape, and injury of a boss. And for this," she grabbed the object from her pocket and pulled it out.
"YOU'LL BE ERASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She shouted. Pulling out the gun like object.

"Celestia please no!" Dash grabbed her by the neck. The glove making her attempts to escape more useless. She aimed the gun to the back of her head.
"PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!! Please!" Her final words expressed her weakness and hopelessness.

"I beg you! I'll do anything!" She winced. Dash smiled, it cracking on her face like crack in the sidewalk.
"Do it again!" She demanded. Despite how rebellious she wanted to be, she wouldn't exist anymore if she hadn't. So, she did as Dash had demanded, this time weaker, and with more pain.
"Please, I beg you!"

She shifted herself to the right. The gun dragging across the back of her head as she moved over slowly. The feeling making her uncomfortable.

Dash had eventually moved over to Scootaloo's right entirely, while relief brushed over her.
"GET HER BACK TO HER CAPSULE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M TIRED OF LOOKING AT THIS FAILURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The workers grabbed on to her again, at least she was still in existence.

TO BE CONTINUED.....................