Day Leaf Blowers Revenge, The Reckoning

>The Elements destroyed your vacuum.
>Your last bastion of joy, the final distraction from your ever slipping sanity.
>They took it from you without remorse.
>What they didn't know was that vacuum had a brother.
>And he's angry.

>Day Leaf Blowers Revenge, The Reckoning.

>Slipping from branch to branch as you stalk the prey beneath you, you cradle your friend in your arms.
>She's noticed you now.
>Of course, you made sure that she got good and lost out here, before you made your presence known.
>A few seconds of your friends growling here, a sudden gust of air from seemingly nowhere there, and she was running around blindly like a foal.
>Finally, you see what you've been waiting for.
>She's getting tired.
>Picking up your pace, you run her down in a a matter of minutes.
>She isn't able to endure such physical exertion, and collapses from all that she's been forced through.
>In a grove of white flowers, under the shadows of the Everfree, the pale yellow of her coat stands out brilliantly.
>A flock of black birds perch in the branches above her, and stare down with cold eyes as you land in front of her huddling form.
>Looking up to you in terror, she begins begins to tremble violently as tears form in the corners of her eyes.
>"A-Anonymous... I'm S-sorry, please..."
Shhh... No tears...
>The black birds launch away from the trees, and into the sinking sun in a mass of undulating black, as the sound of a leaf blower blends with a scream in perfect cascading harmony.

>Be Rarity, and obviously fabulous.
>Trotting over to you dear friend Fluttershys' cottage, you hold back the apprehension that is nagging the back of your mind.
>It makes you want to move a little more quickly, but you don't want to look like you're in a state of panic.
>That would be terribly uncouth.
>It's just that Fluttershy never misses her spa appointments without first giving notice.
>And from talking with the other girls, you understand that she hasn't been seen for days.
>Applejack meets you a few in front of your destination, a look of worry etched onto her face.
Hello, Applejack. How are you doing today, darling?
>"Ah'll be a lot better if we can get Fluttershy sorted out. She's been missin' all kinds'a appointments with pones, and that just sounds mighty unlike her."
Well, have you knocked?
>"Course Ah did, Ah've been out here fer 15 minutes."
>As she says this, you hear sounds coming from inside the cottage.
>Something that is eerily similar to...
>But that can't be...
>"Do yah... Hear that...?"
Fluttershy!
>Taking control of her emotions, Applejack bucks the door to the cottage open, and we swiftly gallop to the aid of our friend.
>But we were too late.
>Laying in the corner of the room and sobbing uncontrollably is Fluttershy.
>Her mane swept straight backwards as if she were exposed to a hurricane.
>And underneath the open window of her room, a message is written in fallen dead leaves.
>You're next.

>To be continued maybe

>You watch through slits of a closet door as the elements of Generosity and Honesty attempt to comfort their hysterical friend.
>There will be no comfort for her, not anymore.
>No night that passes without waking in a cold sweat, checking under the bed for the boogeyman that she now knows is very, very real.
>Feeling a hitch in your own heavy, labored breathing, you bite your lip and stifle a shudder of ecstasy thinking back to fun you two had.
>Her mane will never flow naturally again.
>"Do you think it's him? Applejack, this can't be happening, we... I thought we made sure... Oh dear Fluttershy, what has he done to you...?"
>"We need tah get her some help, Rar'. Somethin' plain terrible must'a happened here."
>Worriedly, the orange mare tosses Fluttershy over her back and begins to head to the door.
>Stroking your friend slowly, affectionately, your eyes narrow on the apple farmer.
>Oh, if only she knew. Soon...

>Those strong back legs, body toned from a life of physical labor.
>But a purely physical contest wouldn't be much fun, hmmm?
>You contemplate getting the drop on her and ending it quickly. After all, you're only human, and she could put up quite a fight if you give her the opportunity.
>But she wouldn't. They never do.
>Dark plans begin to formulate, echos of the unfortunate souls who had already met a terrible fate at your hands, falling like snow against the vaults of your mind.
>As her friends escort poor little Fluttershy from the room, she locks eyes with you and you grin back maliciously.
>Her crying intensifies, and she begins to mumble incoherently as she stares at your hiding spot until she is beyond your range of vision.
>Hearing the door downstairs, and the sound of pones galloping, you wait until you are sure they're a good distance away before you slip out of the closet.
>Turning around, you look down to the small wind swept rabbit sitting on the closet floor as he blankly stares forward as though comatose.
>With a low chuckle, you close the closet door and begin your trek to Sweet Apple Acres.
>There is much work to be done.

>Walkin' back from Twis' place after dropping off a slightly calmer Fluttershy, ya keep yer trademark Stetson lowered over yer eyes.
>It makes ya a bit ashamed ta say, but you just ain't the best pone fer the job of makin' a mare feel comfortable.
>But ya do know one job that yer suited for just fine.
>Bright an' early tomorrow, you were gonna go find Anonymous, and he was gonna pay for whatever it was he did.
>As ya parted with a distraught Rarity on the path out'a town, ya try ta give her a bit a' reassurance.
You be real careful now, sugarcube. I'll drop by tomorrow ta see how yer holdin' up.
>"You as well, darling. I feel a bit uncomfortable being by myself just now, so I believe I will see if Pinkie Pie would be willing to host me for the night."
>Givin' a nod, ya set off towards home.
>Walkin' through the gate ta good ol' Sweet Apple Acres, ya take in the scenery that never gets old.
>The settin' sun casts a comforting glow over yer home, while the smell of apples gently rises to yer nostrils.
>In the distance, ya can hear Big Mac finishin' the last of his buckin' for tha day.
>Trottin' up to the door of yer house/barn, ya feel a wave of uneasiness take hold.
>You would normally hear Applebloom makin a ruckus by now...
>Puttin' a little pep in yer step, ya walk through the door an call out nervously.
Ah'm back ya'll, anything cookin'?
>Gettin' no response, you rush into the kitchen expectin' the worst.
>Ya give a sigh of relief as ya see Granny Smith gently rockin' in her chair, facin' the window.
Dad nab it granny, ya darn near gave me a heart attack!

>Yer ears slowly fall and you scuff the floor worriedly as you get no response.
...Granny...?
>Slowly trottin' over, ya pass by her side and turn yer head to her.
>There is no way a' describin' the horror that overcomes you.
G...Granny no...
>Her wrinkles are stretched and blown back, in a grotesque mockery of how a pone face should look.
>Feeling tears come to yer eyes, you back away from what used to be yer Granny Smith, an' give a heart wrenching sob.
>"*snort*Huh, whazat!?"
>Jumpin' back in a sudden fright, ya see Granny look around before her face sags back to it's usual look.
Granny, what the hay!
>"Eeh? What'rya prattlin on about?"
>The relative silence of the farmstead is suddenly ripped apart by a shrill scream.
Applebloom!

>Gallopin' outa the house, ya start ta move through the trees in the direction ya heard the scream comin form.
>Reachin' the top of a large hill overlookin' a majority of the farm, ya stop ta catch yer breath and look around.
>As ya lean against the tree at the top of the hill, ya see a red ribbon float by on tha wind and off into tha' distance.
Applebloom, where are ya...
>Lookin' down as a lone tear trails down yer cheek, ya catch notice of the leaves beginning to fall from above.
W-what in the...
>Slowly bringin' yer gaze up the tree, ya see somethin' that ya had hoped would only visit yer nightmares.
>"Hello, Applejack."
>Ya thought you would track em' down, but ya never thought on what ya would do when ya did.
>Backin' up with a terrified expression, you remember why you came.
You! What did ya do to Fluttershy!? And where's mah sister!?
>He laughs to himself in the way that always sent shivers up yer spine as he jumps down from the branch he was sittin on.
>"Let me show you."
>Pointin' a long tube attached to some kinda fancy electronic at ya, ya hear a terrible whine of air as Anonymous cackles madly.
>And then nothin'.