FlutterTerrors

>You are anon
>And a fucking blaring is waking you up
>You smash the thing you call an alarm clock and stop the incessant noise
>Might as well fuckin do the routine
>Stumbling through the darkness you find your bathroom door handle
>only minor scrapes from tripping yes
>Shit and your shower with complimentary shave, the whole early bird special
>only this one is still dark what the fuck
>why is it so dark in your house
>after throwing on random clothes in a probably correct order you venture down stairs
>its still midnight, the moon-light shines down through your windows to show a shadow figure
>the shape is so famaliar
>the scent of bananna in the air
>You begin to panic, "No...not the dong. It cannot expand here."
>You look closely in fear of the light as you flick the lightswitch
>oh its just fluttershy
What the everloving fuck, do you want fluttershy
>"Oh hi, um anon are midnight terrors your fetish?"
>She cant possibly mean-
>Suddenly shadowy creatures begin to come out of the dark pits of the room
>Terrorbeaks and Crawling Horrors alike all come towards you in mass
>Your vain attempts to stuff blue mushrooms down your face do nothing for your sanity
>YOU DID NOT COOK THEM FOOL
>a loud voice, that can only be...
>You see the Shadowy Tall man of the campfire, forthtold in stories
>YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE DARK
>oh god your gonna die
>as they overcome you, you yell out a single last breath
FUCKING FLUTTERSHY


  ----------GAME OVER--------------
GREAT I DIED
>You slump back in your gaming chair, disgruntled at your video game death
>You turn on your mic and begin to initiate SALT.MP4
Why didnt you light the fucking campfire fluttershy
>A stuttering voice that is fluttterfuckhead states "I-I didnt want to burn the living logs, a-and I had a lighter, b-but you wouldnt come over here"
>You just sigh and chuck your headset at the wall
>Well guess you cant play videogames in equestria either, all because of
Fucking Fluttershy