Stephen walked into the lab.
"Michael!" he called. No response.
"Michael!" no response.
"Michael, where the hell are you?" he was quite agitated. He had discovered a rnew source of energy, and he wished to share it with Michael as soon as possible.
"What is it?" came a voice. Stephen walked into another room to find his colleague looking under a microscope. "I'm observing this bacteria."
"I can see that," commented Stephen. "But you need to see this!"
Michael sighed. "All right," he relented. "But let me get back to this afterward."
"Fine, fine!" said Stephen excitedly. "Just follow me!" he led Michael to a room with a glowing black crystal attached to several wires.
Michael blinked. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Most likely," said Stephen.
"This isn't good, Stephen. You realize we're not supposed to work with Zor, right?" Zore was a kind of crystal that radiated magic. The kind of magic that was radiated was dark magic. There was a strict rule prohibiting possession of Zor inside the laboratory on account of its unfortunate tendency to leave its victims all over the place. Literally.
"I suppose," said Stephen uncomfortably. "But watch this!" he flipped a switch on a machine, and several lightbulbs above them flicked off.
"It turns lights off?" asked Michael doubtfully.
"No!" exclaimed Stephen. "I've been powering this entire room using the crystal for three hours! And that was with 1 volt of electricity stimulating it!"
Michael was impressed. "1 volt? That's it?"
"Yes!" shouted Stephen happily. "I know it's a bit unorthodox, but think of the implications!"
"How much can it power?" asked Michael.
"Depends on how much I stimulate it with," said Stephen. "I've been experimenting with this for a couple of weeks now with several machines, and as far as I can tell, the limits are rather delicate. I have successfully stimulated it to its maximum capacity a number of times,"
"Would you show me?" asked Michael, now quite excited.
"Of course!" replied Stephen, walking up to the machine hooked up to the crystal.
"And I think that you actually used 2 volts to stimulate it," said Michael.
"Why do you say that?" asked Stephen, pressing buttons on a console.
"I think you accidentally picked the machine that's one volt off," said Michael, pointing to the number identifying the machine on the side.
"Wait, what?" asked Stephen. He tried to undo what he just did, but he had already started to charge the crystal.
"GET DOWN!" he shouted as the crystal started to hum and glow. Not two seconds later, the entire building was decimated.
"Michael!" shouted Stephen roughly two minutes later. He had suffered no ill effects other than an injured arm and a lot of dust in his lungs.
"Over here!" he heard a shout.
"Michael!" Stephen shouted, running towards the blur in the cloud of dust.
"Stephen, I-" Michael said, then suddenly stopped, an expression of terror on his face. He clamped his hands to his ears. "Stop!" he shouted, falling on the ground. "Be quiet!" he writhed, an expression of utter horror on his face as he started to tremble uncontrollably.
"Michael!" shouted Stephen, but he could barely hear himself. He was hearing dozens of voices in his mind, multiplying every second. He began to feel weak. He could barely make out his last thought before he fainted.
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Author's Note: Hello! I have started the last installment of the Worst Fanfiction of all Time! Let us rejoice that it will finally end! I was going to wait longer and plan things out, but then I just decided to improvise. Like I've done in every single chapter thus far. Also, something that intrigues me: I haven't gotten a SINGLE bad review. Not even ONE. You people are not doing your duty and reviewing this badly. IT'S CALLED THE WORST FANFICTION OF ALL TIME, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. WHY ARE YOU NOT FLAMING IT. But I digress. I hope you enjoy the final part of the Worst Fanfiction of all Time. Have a nice day!