Ooh this place looks like a good place for technical advice.
I'm just writing fanfiction for fun, but I'd love some crazy nitpicking to make sure I'm on the right track, and I've annoyed my friends for criticism too much already. Tell me what I'm doing wrong; practice makes perfect of course, but I don't want to find myself becoming really good at writing the wrong way.
This shouldn't require any knowledge of anything, is 890 words, and is just the starting scene. Fire away, if someone would be so kind.
Oh, and beware: ponies.
Pen Pusher sat at his desk, like he did every day, monitoring the lab equipment. He didn't much like it down here in the basement of Sweet Apple Corp, what with the dank, musty air and flickering lights. He had the title of scientist, yes, but only the lab coat draped over his shoulders fit what he had hoped for in the job. Instead of performing experiments, his routine consisted of keeping inventory and making sure the equipment was in order. He sat at the bottom of the ladder; a nopony, not worth anyone's time.
His unicorn horn aglow, Pen Pusher continued his work while lost in thought. Boredom wasn't the only thing he hated about this place. He could only cringe while thinking back about the events of the day: his boss and CEO of Sweet Apple Corp, Golden Tiara, had paid the lab a visit. The arrogant pony had strode down here yet again, demanding progress, and today's rant was especially full of vitriol. Pen Pusher's team was researching a cure for her condition, and that fact certainly didn't make her more patient.
What really annoyed Pen Pusher though, was Golden Tiara had no respect for science. She seemed to think they could cook up a cure under a day. Taking the time and doing the research properly were things Pen Pusher respected, but she would have none of it. It was true, Pen Pusher thought, that they had made almost no progress with the test subject in the past week, but you had to find wrong answers before finding the right ones.
Oh yes, Pen Pusher thought to himself with a smile. The test subject pony. Twisting his chair around, he looked over at the glass tube in the center of the room. There she was, hovering inside a stasis chamber. She had been unconscious since she was brought in, never smiling, never even opening her eyes... but something about that mare always brightened Pen Pusher's day. Standing up with his work forgotten, Pen Pusher started striding toward her. So beautiful, he thought to himself. Her purple curly mane and soft pink coat. Those cute little pegasus wings. What he would do to just see her smile.
Reaching the chamber, Pen Pusher adjusted his glasses and stared up at her. They had never told him her name, and he never dared ask. He knew nopony would understand if he told them what he thought of her. Often, he had tried to devise an antidote himself, but none of the other scientists would listen to his ideas. Get back to work, they said. Clean up the lab and let the real scientists do their job, they said. Frustrated, Pen Pusher wondered why they wouldn't even let him try. Why he couldn't just take some lab materials, mix up his own antidote, and...
A thought occurred to him. Certainly they'd see past one little unauthorized experiment if it worked. Golden Tiara would thank him personally... or at least not yell at him, and he might even get a promotion. This might be his one chance to prove himself to be an actual scientist. And not only that... The pony hovering before him, which he felt so much for, would be free. He'd finally be able to see her smile. He'd finally know whether she could feel for him what he felt for her, and oh how he hoped she could.
His task set before him, Pen Pusher returned to his desk. There wasn't much time before his shift ended, and other ponies might get suspicious if he stayed too long. Sitting back down, he hurriedly brought his notes up on the computer. All the data he needed was there; what had been effective previously, what composed the toxin that nearly killed her in the first place... So far the other scientists had only been able to stabilize her, but now he hoped to cure her completely. Confidence, he thought. He just had to believe in himself and take a chance.
The lab had all the equipment and ingredients he needed. Slowly he mixed and heated the potion, carefully ensuring everything was precisely measured. He had been planning this potion for weeks, going over every detail; it had to work.
Moments later, Pen Pusher had a completed potion in front of him. Shaking slightly with anticipation, he corked the glass vial and carried it with him toward the stasis chamber. All he had to do was gently lower her to the ground, administer orally, and..
Pen Pusher's eyes opened wide and the vial dropped to the ground, shattering on the floor. The pony inside looked down at him, her eyes open. She was awake! Nervously he moved forward, putting a hoof on the glass. He stared up into her eyes, and she into his, and finally she smiled down at him. It was a warm smile. He smiled back, unsure of what to say.
Suddenly Pen Pusher felt a shock as lighting arced from the mechanics at the bottom of the stasis chamber. Knocked back, he hit the ground hard and felt his glasses fly from his face. Groaning in pain, he turned his head to see the glass tube shatter violently. Still looking down at him, the last thing he saw before the lights blinked out was her smile.