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- >Be Anon
- >Be in pony fluffyland jail
- >This place was like a five star hotel suite mixed with all the common amenities of high class luxury.
- >it was all free too.
- >A knock came to your door, the least luxurious kind of item in the entire place, a simple wooden door fit with a simple lock.
- >a voice came from the other side
- >"Anon, we know you're in there, come out of there and let the janitor do her work."
- [angry autistic noises]
- >You look under your bed for your prized possessions.
- >Every single pudding cup you'd been able to sneak and hide away, one at a time, they were your army.
- >The traitorous older gents decided to rat you out, the scumbags will learn their lessons in due time.
- "You won't take away my citizens! They shall rebel against you!"
- >You looked around and decided to pick up the older cups of pudding. The traitors who ratted you out.
- >Confused horse noises came from the other side and you couldn't tell what was being said until another voice spoke up.
- >"Come out please, there's no way you can stand that smell, and it's starting to fill the entire prison."
- >That was the warden, curses! She'll thwart you if you don't act fast!
- >You finish gathering your sacrifices and place them in a circle around you, you place the rest on your desk and ready a few of them for what is surely to come.
- >You wait...
- >...
- >...
- >*click*
- >The doorknob starts to turn, you wait patiently.
- >no shooting til you see the death in their eyes.
- >the door slowly moves open.
- >The warden's head pops in
- "FIRE!"
- >The once brown fur, the light purple hair, and the panic filled blue eyes disappear at your assault, coated in the green and brown fuzzy traitor's insides!
- >You waste no time, ignoring the vomiting coming from the warden, you begin your ritual.
- >It was only halfway through opening up your sacrifices you realized you didn't have the proper ingredients.
- >How were you supposed to summon Shrek without onions!
- >Just then the door pushed open again as the nurse and a few of the guards broke in, interrupting your sacrificial moment.
- >You lunge for more ammo but it's taken away by the blue demon magic, you holler out indignantly in your secret language of the ancient autists.
- >It's too late! The guards have grabbed you and began dragging you out.
- [angry autist noises intensify]
- >The nurse, a mare with a simple white coat and red and pink striped mane casts a spell on you, you felt so sleepy.
- >Your last horrific sight was the janitor pony walking in with a mop bucket and trash can.
- >You try to call out to them, to tell them to run and save themselves but it's too late!
- >You pass out knowing the traitors won in the end!
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