Deadmeat Chronicles: Must Get Away

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>Your mangled ear is rubbing roughly against the net you are dangling in.
>Your tail aches from its recent break.
>The white furred monster is holding you in his sorry stick.
>He seems to be smiling at you.
>”Don’t worry little guy, I’m not going to hurt you.”
>You struggle a little bit, the net wraps around you.
>”Nuuuu…. Nuuuuu!... NUUUUU!!!”
>You start to thrash.
>The man stumbles and you land roughly on the ground.
>You jump up and try to gallop away but your legs tangle up in the net.
>The man gets his footing and picks you up again.
>You shout in rage and start to bite the net.
>The man is walking to his wagon box.
>You realize he intends to lock you in the sorry box.
>You scream in anger and start to thrash at the net with your horn.
>One of the strands breaks!
>The man is struggling to hold you up as he opens the sorry box.
>You keep thrashing, another strand breaks, then another.
>You push your head forward and it fits through the hole.
>You see your chance and start wriggling out.
>”What the… hold the fuck on!”
>The man sees what you are trying to do and quickly puts you in the sorry box.
>You quickly get out of the net and look around.
>The man jerks out the net.
>You see the top is open.
>You hunker down and jump for the top to get out.
>Pain shoots through your face as the lid is slammed down hitting your nose.
>You lay stunned on the floor of the box.
>You feel yourself shaking a bit as the box starts to roll.
>”I’ve been trying to get as many of you as I can.”
>You stand up trying to get your bearings.
>”I don’t know who those exterminators are but they have killed a lot of your kind.”
>You look around, the box is dark with light beaming in holes around the top.
>”I’ve been working over to catch as many of you guys as I can. Believe it or not-“
>”AHHHHH!!!” you buck the side of the box.
>”Whoa!” the man grabs the wagon before it tips.
>You start randomly bucking and ramming the box.
>People start to start at the animal control man as he pushes a wobbling and shaking wagon box.
>”I’ve never had a fluffy fight like this.” He says pushing it to the van.
>You look at the air holes.
>You see his shadow over one side of them.
>You jump and jab with your horn.
>You hit nothing.
>”Fuck! You’re a feisty one!”
>He runs and grabs the handle and drags you again.
>You ram your horn randomly in the air holes with no results.
>You charge and try to ram the side of the box.
>The box is too thick to stab through and you just crumple from the impact.
>Your neck has a sharp pain from your head being forced down.
>You roll on your back and kick randomly in frustration and give a shout.
>You get back up and jump trying to stab the roof of the box.
>You barely hit it.
>You start to kick the sides.
>The box rocks but doesn’t tip.
>The box stops, “Ok, here we are. Trust me, no one will hurt you.”
>You hear a click and the sound of the side door of the van opening.
>”WET DEADMEAT OUT!” you slam your body into the side.
>The box tips and falls.
>”Fuck!”
>The top slightly opens, but the hinges are at the top now and the lid closes back.
>You try to nose it open quickly but the man puts his foot against it closing it back.
>You shout in fury and start to buck the door.
>”Damn, you are the first fluffy to fight like this!”
>The box rights itself, you hear the man grunting.
>The box is moving again, “Just get in there!”
>The box goes rolling.
>You tumble a bit on the inside.
>It stops, you are laying on your side.
>You get your bearings and see the top is now down.
>You run out, you are in the back of a van, it has carpeted floors and a few cages laying in the rear.
>You turn and see the man in white fur.
>He is leaning against the door huffing, his face is beat red.
>You two lock eyes.
>It takes a second to register that the side door is still open.
>He grabs it and start to slide it shut.
>You run and jump as fast as you can.
>The door slams shut.
>You land hard and open your eyes.
>You are out of breath and looking straight ahead.
>You are staring at the vans roof.
>You didn’t get out.
>……
>It is as if a blanket of silence falls on the park.
>The animal control man leans against the van and wipes sweat off his fore head.
>…..”waaaahhhhh…”
>”…pwease wet Deadmeat out….”
>”….Wahhhhahhhhahh…”
>”Deadmeat nuu wan go way….”
>……
>”Waaaahhhhhhh! Deadmeat sowwy!”
>There is a soft sound as you pad at the door.
>”Deadmeat nuu mean make mustas mad, pwease wet go!”
>”Deadmeat nuu wan go way! Pweae! Pwease wet Deadmeat goo!”
>”Boohoohooo…Deadmeat wike dis pwace…”
>”WAAAHHAHHAHAHHAAAHH! WAHHHHHHHH!!!”
>”..he get munsta fwuffy…”
>The man looks up, “Hey big guys, I know you want to hug him but… well fuck me…”
>In front of him, dozens of fluffies are walking out from bushes and out from the tree line.
>They start to form a large circle around the van.
>They still keep walking out, none making a sound.
>They just sit and watch.
>”WAHHHH! Deadmeat wan stay, nuu wan hewt udder fwuffy! Boohoohoooooooo…”
>The man just looks around at the growing herd of fluffies just staring at him and his van.
>He looks at the eerie site, even the squirrels are lined up on braches watching.
>He sees a small group of fluffies in the distance, looks like a Pegasus flanked by about six fluffies.
>Snuggle Wuggle looks on, “Gud fwuffies get biggest owchies… or go bye bye…”
>Your anguished wails fill the air as the man staggers to the front of the van.
>He nervously climbs in and starts the engine and starts to drive off.
>You still cry and futilely hit the door that will not open.