Revenge for Footnote

>You are Anon
>and you are about to inflict justice on someone who deserves it.
>You spent the last several months putting a lot of thought into this.

> researching

> plotting

> planning.

>And now you stood here.
>in the pitch of the night.

>The house was silent.
>It wasn't you're house.
>You don't actually know his name,  or anything about him.
>What you do know. Is he's a theif.
>And an Asshole.

>You approached the house.
>walking the perimiter
>his window was on the left side.
>and the lights were out.
>perfect.

>Sparkplug
>duct tape
>the splintered and cracked glas came out far easily than expected with little noise.

>You wore slippers for this too.
>you are the night.

>He was asleep.
>the fat fuck.
>God, even worse than the photos.
>you hold back to urge to punch him in his sleep.

>You reach into your supplies
>morethings acquired from friends
>Medical Sedatives.
>Just enough to keep him from waking up while you gave him...
>The treatment

>He doesn't even deserve the sedative really.
>but you'd really rather not find out what he can do before this shit kicks in.

>You first you inject the sedative.
>Gently.
>wait 20 minutes
>test to make sure he stays asleep

>good.

>you then take out
>It.
>Through various methods you found a man who for the right amount of money would abduct, transform, and train soomeone to become...
>a pony.
>They turned people into ponies for a living.
>and you now had the drug he used to make it happen.
>well not a drug.
>but what ever.
>No time for semantics.
>only vengance.

>you pull the protective cover from the needle.
>it glints in the limited lighting from the outside of the window.
>and then.
>you jam it into his arm.
>You hear a grunt of discomfort and an attempt at movement his eyelids flitter slightly
>soon the syringe is empty.


>and you look around now
>god his room is a pig sty
>There
>there she is
>you walk to the pile of clothing and other stuff and pick her up


>Footnote

"Hello there m'lady"
>you chuckle a tiny bit
>You sigh, feeling catharsis.
>You were holding the plush
>The stolen plush.

>You turn back to look at 'him'
>you stare at your watch.
>1:30
>you were going to sit here and watch him.
>wait until he was a manageable size before dragging him out into your van.


>The more you think on it in detail the more you realise just how absolutely fucked up this whole thing is
>You put in more hours at work to earn the money to get those nanites
>you went out of your way to get your drivers license
>you bought a van
>Just so you could kidnap and ponify some fuckhead whole stole a plush from a total stranger at a convention.

>most people would just settle for kicking his head in and stealing the plush back.

>Yeah.
>You're a little bit fucked up.

>You watch as patches of blue start forming on his skin and fur grows
>you hear thesounds of bones cracking.
>you shiver a bit watching as he starts to groan in discomfort.
>an hour soon passes
>You find yourself holding his body up as he vomit the most disgusting smelling bile out of his mouth.
>You feel twitch protrusions pushing out of his back as you hold him
>eventually the realisation that his body is removing all the excess body fat through his stomach  and ejecting it from his mouth.

>fucking gross.

>At this point he's light enough for you to drag out through his house.
>his ears shifting as you pull him through the door.
>his fingers have twists and rearanges slightly as the skin is starting to fuse
>it's like watching a wax figure melt.


>Soon you throw him into the back of this van.
>his face has the start of a rather attractive Muzzle
>you lock it.
>you go to the drivers seat.
>You pet the plush now...
>You exhale reailsing the ammount of effort you've been putting is going to pay off.
>Although.
>you have a few months to break this guy before you ultimately put him where he...
>actually, fuck that
>She.
>because that's whats going to happen.
>you shiver with a bit of a smile and hope the sedative wears off in time for him to find his dick shrinking away.

>you are really fucked up.

>You put the key in the ignition
>playfully buckle in Footnote the plushie
>and then you drive to the hotel.