Trowel (Garden Anon) Pt. 4

>Normal day in Equestria.
>You are Angel, pet bunny of Fluttershy.
>You tug your ears down hard.
>You’re lying on Fluttershy’s bed, trying to take your bi-hourly nap.
>Everything is so loud! She’s been all uppity today. She made a point to tell you that she finally saw her boyfriend last night at his house.
>You think she’s making him up though; you’ve never even seen him…
>Fluttershy keeps saying he’s a “human”…whatever that is.
>Everyday Fluttershy goes to Anonymous’ home and waits for him to get off of work.
>He never does. Fluttershy always tells you how great it is that her boyfriend is such a workaholic…it means that he’s got lots of stamina for…
>You have no idea what.
>Maybe he can feed you! Fluttershy doesn’t seem to mind ignoring your stomach lately…
>Fluttershy walks into the bedroom and rubs her nose in your fur.
>”Oh, Angel…momma sure does love you. I just know when Anonymous moves in, h-he’s going to love you t-too…”
>You let out an annoyed grunt. Can’t she just let you sleep?
>No. She’s still talking.
>”And he’s so nice. I bet I’m the mare of his dreams…I bet he’s going to ask to m-marry me as soon as he moves in here! Ooh gosh, I sure hope so…”
>Great. Another mouth to feed…or not feed.
 >Fluttershy nuzzles your tuft more.
>”Oh Angel, I just can’t wait until we’re one big happy family; it’s what I’ve wanted for such a long time.”
>Oh great, here comes the story again…
>Fluttershy releases a joyous breath and reflects on the past fondly.
>”It was when Anonymous first came to Equestria…I remember it so well, Angel.”
>Yeah you remember it pretty well yourself, you’ve heard this story a hundred times!
>”…He was just so different. I really felt like we could connect on a different level than I have with any other pony. Just the way he used his…hands…it was amazing. I think Lyra is the only pony who likes him more than me, but she doesn’t love him like I do.”
>Fluttershy continues. You know the tale; you just wanna catch some Z’s.
>”…Ever since then, all I wanted to do was meet him and be near him. I had to lie and get my poor hedges trimmed just so he could come over.”
>Fluttershy’s voice grows happier.
>”But now it’s all okay! Because me and Anonymous are boyfriend and girlfriend! All of my dreams have finally come true, isn’t that great, Angel?”
>You try to nudge her away from your face.
>No luck.
>There’s a knock at the door. Thank Celestia!
>You spring up and shout at Fluttershy to open the door.
>”Oh Angel, you’re so silly!”
>She’s dense.
>Fluttershy happily trots off to answer the door.
>Ah. Finally. Alone at last.
>You start to drift off to sleep, but then you hear two new voices coming from the other room.
>Oh boy, company. Just what you wanted today. If you don’t get to sleep soon your whole day’s schedule will thrown off!
>You plant yourself on the bed once more and start to feel your eyes get heavy…
>You lock eyes with a strange, vertical creature as it passes the doorway.
>Strange. You must be REALLY tired…you’re seeing things.
>Eventually sleep arrives.
>Your dreams are spotted with images of carrots the size of trees….they’re delicious.
>Of course you eat one!
>Then Princess Celestia rewards you the title of Prince Angel: Lord of Carrots.
>You dream of your lavish carrot castle and royal carrot guards.
>That is, until the back door slams shut.
>Ugh! What is it with these ponies?
>It’s Fluttershy and her geeky friend Twilight Sparkle.
>Twilight is always examining you like she doesn’t believe you’re as intelligent as her.
>The nerve!
>You take a peek at Fluttershy’s alarm clock and notice it’s time for lunch! You’d hate to miss a meal!
>You hop down from the comfortable mattress and head into the living room where Fluttershy and Twilight are enjoying some hot tea.
>”It’s been forever since anyone has seen you Fluttershy! Have you been busy or something?”
>You look at your master, she has that look she gets when she’s about to lie…her nose twitches.
>“O-oh y-yeah…um…me and Angel w-went out of town for a while…on v-vacation…”
>She looks at you like you’re supposed to back her up.
>What does she expect? You’re a rabbit!
>You nod and then point to your stomach.
>”O-okay, sweetie…”
>She gets off the loveseat and heads to the kitchen to fix you some lunch.
>About time.
>Twilight continues with the questions and small talk. It’s just slowing down Fluttershy’s prep time.
>After waiting what seems like forever, you are presented with a bowl of delicious emerald salad in your favorite porcelain bowl.
>The meal looks very extravagant; however…it’s…missing…something.
>You can’t quite place it.
>You refuse to eat it until the dilemma is solved.
>You pace the kitchen floor for a few moments.
>”Oh, Fluttershy…he’s so crazy.”
>Twilight trots over to you and talks to you in a baby voice.
>”Ohhhh wil’ Angewl…you so cute!”
>Ugh! You try to fight off her advances.
>Too late! Twilight’s nose rubs all over you.
>Wait a second…
>You smell her.
>Normally you wouldn’t; ponys smell.
>She smells like flowers. That’s what you need!
>You flee from the purple mare and run to get Fluttershy’s attention.
>You hop up and down and flail your arms, pointing to the door.
>”W-what is it, Angel? You want to go out?”
>Jeeze, is she dumb?
>Fluttershy lets you outside where you rush over to her garden and choose from her large selection of colorful plants.
>After choosing a large one, and struggling to pick it, you try to carry it inside, only to trip on something.
>You brush yourself off, ready to kick the object away with the strength of your feet.
>You cock your left leg back, but halt as you stare at the object.
>It’s a garden trowel. What’s it doing here?
>Fluttershy must have left it outside. Better take it in to her for being careless and causing you to fall.
>You hoist the large gardening instrument in your arms and haul it inside.
>Fluttershy and Twilight are on the couch once again talking and sipping tea.
>”S-so, Twilight…a-are you seeing anyone special…?”
>”Well, actu-“
>Fluttershy cuts her off,
>”W-well, I have the most w-wonderful boyfriend ever.”
>Her eyes light up every time she talks about him.
>”H-he’s so dreamy and loving…I saw him yesterday even!”
>”Oh really? Well that’s nice, Fluttershy! Where does he live?”
>Fluttershy continues in a happy rush.
>”Why, just up the road. Can you believe it, Twilight? My soul mate living so close to me for all this time…I didn’t even know it.”
>Twilight’s tea exits her mouth and sprays all over the room.
>”Uhm…Fluttershy…”
>Twilight takes a deep breath in.
>”I think you’ve made a…little mistake…”
>Fluttershy finishes her sip.
>”What do you mean, Twilight?”
>You see the purple mare sigh heavily.
>”It’s Anonymous…”
>”Y-you know his name?”
>Silence.
>”Well…the thing is, Fluttershy…Anonymous is actually…MY boyfriend.”
>Even more silence.
>Fluttershy cheers up.
>”Oh, Twilight don’t be silly. Anonymous has been my boyfriend since my birthday! It was his gift to me because he didn’t get me a gift.”
>You watch as Twilight’s eyes dart around Fluttershy’s face in confusion.
>Fluttershy giggles as she walks into the other room for more tea.
>Twilight bends down to talk to you again.
>”Oh, Angel…I really hope I didn’t hurt Fluttershy’s feelings. This is all so confusing right now.”
>There’s a loud crash in the other room, both of you peer into the doorway.
>Fluttershy calls out from the kitchen,
>”I-it’s okay…just an accident…”
>Twilight shrugs it off and continues talking to you.
>”…Does Fluttershy really think that her boyfriend is the same person I’m seeing? I mean, how many people named Anonymous could there possibly be in Equestria?”
>She snorts at the thought.
>You peer into the kitchen again…Fluttershy is tip-hoofing towards the two of you…strange…
>”You know what I mean, don’t you, Angel?”
>You watch Fluttershy turn around.
>What is she doing?
>”Angel? Don’t you think so?”
>Your eyes widen as you connect the dots.
>Fluttershy stands on her front legs and springs her back legs up, Applejack style.
>Using her wings as leverage, Fluttershy unleashes a massive payload of potential energy stored in her legs.
>In an instant, they connect with the back of Twilight’s head.
>Cold cocked, the purple unicorn falls limp to the floor, not before hitting the side of the marble coffee table.
>A loud thud. The cup on the table falls over and releases tea everywhere.
>You are stunned. How could Fluttershy do that to her best friend!?
>Twilight’s eyes show the same shock as she stares at you in the floor…jarred from the impact.
>You back away from the scene. Fluttershy bends down and whispers in Twilight’s twitching ear.
>It’s a cold, vacant voice that makes your heart shake with fear.
>”…He’s MY boyfriend…”
>Fluttershy kicks her friend in the face. Her hoof snaps her head to lie against the leg of the table.
>Twilight lets out a loud groan of pain upon impact.
>The scene continues to unfold. You are dumbfounded. Why is Fluttershy doing this?
>How is she doing this?
>Your eyes lock with Twilight’s…they’re filled with tears, some escaping down her cheeks.
>She’s helpless; horn disabled from the shock; blood seeping from the top of her head, creating a purple and red matted mess in her mane.
>You hide under a nearby chair as you watch Fluttershy continue her morbid procedure.
>She stares blankly at you.
>”Go away, Angel…momma’s busy right now.”
>Fluttershy brings her hoof back and thrusts it into Twilight’s side.
>She begins gasping after the kick; writhing in pain and gasping for breath.
>Fluttershy stands above her and watches her friend endure her pain.
>”…He’s mine, Twilight…”
>You have to do something…anything to help.
>You run to the back door and grab the garden trowel and try to bring it to the unicorn’s side.
>You cry and eep to her to use her magic to levitate the tool to help defend herself.
>She lays there motionless, sobbing.
>Fluttershy soon stands between the two of you.
>”Oh, Angel…such a good boy. Thanks for helping momma with this.”
>Fluttershy bends down and grabs the trowel in her mouth and bites down on it hard.
>A few short steps, and she cocks her head back above Twilight.
>Through the gap in your master’s legs, you see the dazed unicorn’s eyes sink.
>With a loud grunt, Fluttershy rams the end of the garden trowel into Twilght’s side.
>A faint peeling sound echoes along with Twilight’s cry of agony as the thin slab of metal separates her purple coat around the blade of the gardening instrument.
>Red liquid spills onto the hard wood floor.
>You feel weak… You had no idea that this turn of events was going to unfold.
>You look at Twilight’s fading eyes.
>You don’t think she did either.
>You must take a stand. You have to defend what is right.
>Fluttershy stops her fifth stab as you get between her and her victim.
>You eep and plead with her to relinquish her anger and stop her actions.
>You start to cry and comfort the bleeding pony.
>She’s so helpless.
>”Angel…back away…momma needs to do this.”
>You aren’t moving. This has gone too far.
>”Angel…get back…now!”
>Fluttershy never yells…especially at you.
>”Move right this instant.”
>Fluttershy rears her head back for another strike.
>You aren’t budging. Someone has to do something.
>She grunts with the force behind her blow.
>It’s forceful alright.
>You look down at your abdomen.
>You see your reflection in the trowel. Your white fur is splotched with red spats of yours and Twilight’s blood.
>You look up at Fluttershy’s pained expression.
>”….S-sorry, Angel…”
>She retracts the blade from your body.
>Everything around you blurs as you plop your quickly-failing body to the floor.
>You join Twilight in waiting for rapidly-approaching death.
>Fluttershy towers over you.
>”Momma loves you…”
>She kisses you and gazes into your eyes, her mouth stained with your life force.
>Twilight tries to speak, but is quickly silenced by Fluttershy’s kicks once more.
>”Shut up you home wrecker!”
>This is it. The end.
>You close your eyes and try to dream of carrots one last time.
>The back door starts rattling. A new voice fills Fluttershy’s home.
>”Hello?”