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- >"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"
- >You look around and smile a little nervously at your family members.
- >They're all grinning and singing along, and you mother is lowering a cake to the table in front of you.
- >"Happy birthday dear Annnnooonnnymousss..."
- >"Happy birthday to you!"
- >You close your eyes and blow the candles out, making a wish.
- >Please just kill me now.
- >"Yayyyyyy!"
- >Arms in the air, your family is laughing and smiling and shoving presents into your lap.
- >Your dad walks over and gives you a slap on the back.
- >You don’t feel it.
- >"Good job lasting this long son. Makin' me proud."
- "T-thanks dad."
- >Your dad furrows his brow a little at that.
- >”What’s up?”
- >You just pretend not to hear him and unwrap a gift instead of answering.
- >It’s a cheapo plushy of a generic unicorn.
- >You jump up, knocking down your chair in your hurry to toss the pony plush back onto the table and get away from it.
- >”HAHAHA!”
- >Your crazy Scottish uncle walks up, not realizing your terror.
- >He picks up the plushie and waggles it in your face, still laughing.
- >You nearly puke in fear, but he still doesn’t seem to see, your father on the other hand looks even more concerned now.
- >But before he can say anything, your uncle booms:
- >”Ey! got er gut chukle out er tat eh lad?”
- >”I- I-“
- >”But dern’t yu worreh lad!”
- >Your uncle shoves his hand into the rump of the plushie and rips out a phone, along with a ton of stuffing that goes flying all over.
- >He sets it in your hand and you nearly drop it, your hands numb and stiff.
- >”Ther ya’re. HAHAHAHA!”
- >And off your uncle goes again to down some more beer.
- >You flinch, getting a shock of pain from your gut.
- >”What’s wrong Anonymous.”
- >Your dad is staring straight into your eyes, dead serious.
- >You try to fake a smile.
- “Oh n-nothing, just… Feeling a little sick is all!”
- >He’s not buying it.
- >Your mom is beside you now too, grabbing at your shirt.
- ”Mom what-“
- >”You’re bleeding!”
- >She shows it to you, a growing bloody patch spreading and soaking through the fabric.
- >You push her away and back into a corner, clutching desperately at your chest, trying to cover up the blood.
- ”Just… It’s fine okay.”
- >Everyone is staring at you now, with increasingly shocked expressions.
- >You look down at your chest, seeing the now copious amount of blood welling out of some unseen wound on your chest.
- >Your dad goes to step towards you, but you put your hand up.
- “STOP! Stop… I’m…”
- >You’re crying now, tears rolling down your cheeks as you try to choke back your sobs to speak.
- “I’m *hah* I’m feh-fine…”
- >”You are obviously not fine Anonymous.”
- >Your mom is in tears and dialing 911 on her cellphone.
- >”WHAT. IS. WRONG. What happened!”
- >You stare at your father, as stony faced as you can trying to wipe away the tears in your eyes.
- >Then you laugh.
- >Just the pure ridiculousness.
- “Hah. Well I sure as fuck didn’t see myself here today.”
- >You laugh and cry on, tearing off your shirt.
- >Gasps of shock from your family ensue.
- >There’s a hole in your chest, and bits of your flesh are stripping away around the area of your stomach.
- >But you don’t feel a single bit of it.
- >Still laughing, you start to tug at the strips of skin and muscle.
- >Your family is still just looking on, far too shocked to properly react.
- >Your mother has completely shut down, bumbling and sobbing over the phone with the 911 responder.
- “Dad?”
- >The floor is completely covered in your blood and chunks of your flesh, and your father is absolutely entranced by it.
- >Bah, mere scraps of an imperfect vessel.
- “Dad.”
- >He looks at you.
- “I’m…”
- >You rip away the rest of your chest, you can feel yourself transcending further and further.
- >Soon true nirvana will be yours.
- “Hahaha… I am.”
- >Vision fades, you fall to your knees still tearing away, snapping ribs that are no longer yours and throwing them aside.
- >Your eyes roll back into your head and you smile, perfectly at peace.
- >…
- >”W-what are you Anonymous?”
- >Suddenly vision abounds and you come flying from your carrier.
- >You flick your new mane out of the way, feeling the soft blonde hair drape across your neck.
- >Your father is staring down at what used to be your corpse, your mother has fainted, your uncle is chugging back a bottle of rum and your grandparents are sitting down trying to calm their old hearts.
- >Well that just won’t do!
- >You trot up to your dad, hooves clacking on the floor, tail swishing.
- >”Oh my god… What…”
- >You poke his leg.
- >In abject terror, your dad stares down at you, not quite understanding your transcendence beyond your old, pitiable and imperfect form.
- >So you inform him with a playful smile on your snout.
- >Your new voice was beyond anything you could have expected of even the greatest of the Equuus’thlaleopugress.
- “I’m a pony! Could you brush my mane?”
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