Smarty Disguise 2 - Final

>Your head feels like it's cracking open
>Your face feels strange
>You try to open your eyes, but your vision is blurry and there seems to be dark circles all along your peripheral vision
>Slowly you sit up and touch your face, feeling a fluffy mask
>Covers the top of your head, your eyes, and your nose and cheeks
>You try to pull if off, but an intense pain on your forehead and cheeks makes you stop
>'It's glued on.  Gorilla glue.  You're not pulling that off without hurting yourself reeeeaaal bad.'
>The quiet man's voice
>You look in the direction it came from, and you see a radio and a camera
>'How about a video?'
>'Fuck you you goddamn maniaAAAHHH!!' you fall backwards, writhing as the shock collar around your neck hums to life
>'Did I forget to mention the collar?  Yeaaahhh...'
>'...so how about a video?'
>You finally stop shaking and look to see a tv and vcr
>Timidly, you press play
>Through the grainy screen, you see a pregnant mint green unicorn fluffy with two tone mane and tail
>The same one you rescued from the quiet man
>You try to remember what the fluffy from...earlier?  Yesterday?  How long have you been asleep?
>He said his mumma friend was taken away by a munsta, but you can't think right now
>The fluffy is now giving birth
>Four seemingly healthy babies
>The mother looks up in the direction of the camera and begins to shake and cry

>The camera is now shifting upwards, before finally coming to a rest
>The quiet man is now in frame
>He grabs the little unicorn by the scruff, and one of her babies
>He regards her with a look of disdain for several long moments before casually dropping the baby fluffy
>It lands with a squeal, then goes silent
>Bile rises in your stomach as you try to turn away, but then you remember the collar
>The mother, who was motionless before this, begins feebly struggling and swatting at the air in front of the quiet man's face
>'WHY DO DAT, WHY MUNSTA TAKE MUMMA FWOM FWENDS?  WHY HUWT BABEHS, NO HUWT BABEHS!! PWEASE, PWEASE WET MUMMA GO!  MUMMA TAKE BABEHS, NEVAH COM BACK TO BAD PWACE!  PWEASE, PWEASE, PWEASE...
>She continues to sob and beg for her babies lives as the quiet man reaches into his pocket and produces a tazer
>He plants the points on her forehead as she shivers and cries, and painfully resets her memory
>As she slowly begins to regain her thoughts, she asks 'Whewe fwuffy?'
>'Home.'  There's an unusual amount of tenderness in the quiet man's voice
>You're having trouble watching at this point, and begin trying to feel for some way to get the collar off
>A 2 second zap that burns your finger tips clues you in that this is not an option
>'Fwend?' asks the fluffy on the television.  Gritting your teeth, you turn back to watch
>'No.  I'm daddy.'
>'Daddy?' the little mint unicorn squeals happily.  He sets her on his shoulder and gives her a hug
>The unicorn fluffy cuddles the quiet man for a moment, then notices the mewling foals in a box beneath her
>'Dose fwuffies babehs?' she asks hopefully
>'Noooo...' the quiet man says sadly.  'That was your baby.'  He points to the spot where the foal he dropped would be laying
>The little unicorn begins to tear up and whimper
>'Those bad fluffies killed your baby.  They wanted your milk for themselves, and wouldn't share with your baby.'
>Her expression changes from sorrow to angry grief
>As he sets her down in the box that the foals wouldn't be able to escape from, he whispers in her ear
>'Give them all big, big, BIG owies.'

>You can't see what's happening
>The foals, the box, and their angry mother are now all off camera
>But you can hear it all
>The foals squeak happily for their mumma, but the frenzied growling she's making frightens you
>You hear a stomp, followed by a shrill scream
>More stomping, more screaming
>The sounds become unintelligible
>You think you hear screams of rage
>They give way to whimpers of despair
>When the screams finally end, you hear quiet crying for a couple of seconds
>Then a scream of 'WHY FWUFFIES HUWT FWUFFY BABEH?!'
>All the while, the quiet man has been smiling at you from the tv screen
>Finally, he picks her up and seemingly comforts her
>Then he reaches for the camera
>'Part two.  Keep watching.'
>You hate the sound of his voice
>The screen flickers for a moment before it shows the little mint unicorn, still bloody, sitting in front of a tv
>The quiet man gives her a bowl of spagetti, then turns the tv on
>He's making her watch the video of how she killed her babies
>She's eating at first, but then she seems utterly fixed on the tv

>She begins to shake and whimper, then turns to look at something behind the camera
>Someone behind the camera
>'Whh...why dat fwuffy wook wike fwuffy?  Why dat bad fwuffy give babehs owies?  Why daddy huwt dat fwuffy's babehs?'
>She starts to hiccup as her little fluffy brain pieces it together
>'You killed your babies.'
>Her gaze shoots up to the source of the voice behind the camera, shaking her head
>'You did.  You must be the meanest fluffy alive.'
>Her eyes are full of tears
>She tries to speak, but pathetic croaking noises are all she can muster
>'I'll change that soon enough.'
>A boot appears in front of the camera now, and a hand grabs the sobbing unicorn
>She's placed in the box with her dead foals
>You hear footsteps, and a door slamming
>The tape is silent now, except for light crying
>A small orange pegasus fluffy with one ear slowly walks into frame
>It's crying, and sniffing at its surroundings
>It screams and soils itself as the door slams again, then begins shaking it's head and babbling fearfully
>'Awww.  Did you have another bad dream little guy?' comes the quiet man's voice
>It tries to back away, slipping on it's own waste
>'Daddy has the medicine to make the bad memories go away right here.'
>The quiet man kneels into frame, tazer at the ready as he roughly grabs the crying fluffy by the neck
>He reaches for the camera, and then the tv turns to static

>'You can get up now.  It's time to start.' comes the voice from the radio
>'The game is simple.  Go out, and kill a smarty.  Bring his herd to face mine.'
>'I'm not killing anything.' you snap
>'Then you're not leaving.'
>You ponder whethor or not he's serious, when a sudden shock makes up your mind
>If you don't play his game, he'll kill you
>'I've made you a map of the dump showing you where you can get suitable herds.  I've also marked my location.'
>'Don't bother trying to escape or get help.  The fence is electrified, the phoneline is disconnected, and there's no service for cell phones out here.'
>'Someone's going to notice I'm missing!'
>'Yes, but there's footage of you leaving early.  People might notice you're gone, but as far as they'll ever know, you left here of your own accord.'
>Despair begins to sink in as you realize you're not getting out of here without playing his game
>'You have three hours.  Map's on the desk.'
>You get up, and notice your shoes are gone
>Grimacing, you go over to the desk
>Map
>Sharpened rebar
>Two cooked but cold lambchops
>A toy light saber
>A backpack to carry it all in
>Grimacing, you gather your supplies and go to leave the room

>In the dim light of the hallway, you can see light reflecting off the floor
>Silent fluffy ponies lay in a stepping stone pattern
>On closer examination, the light reflecting off the floor is reflecting off of broken glass
>You can guess what he wants you to do
>Sighing, you place your bare foot on the first presumably dead fluffy
>Your heart skips a beat when you feel it squirm and hear it scream
>'N-nuuu!  No step on fwuffy!  Pwease no huwt!'
>It's screams cause the other fluffies in the hallway to wake up and begin crying as well
>'Why weggies no wowk?  Why weggies ouchie?  Fwuffy bewwy feew pokey!  Why boo-boo juice?'
>You try to cover you ears, but you lose your balance
>You slam your hands into the wall, balancing on the screaming fluffies spine
>You feel a crack in it's spine
>You try not to throw up
>Quickly, you hop from fluffy to fluffy trying to land on their necks so as to give them a quick death
>The last fluffy looks up at you
>'Pwease hewp fwuffy...no wike dis gaem...want pway baww with fwends again...'
>You grit your teeth and hop on it's neck
>It dies without a sound
>You open the door, then collapse on the front porch of the office patio

>You hear a pair of loud thunks next to you
>You turn to see your boots
>'Thought you might need those.  Lot of broken glass in the dump.'
>On top of the office stands the quiet man
>You hurriedly put on your boots, then run at the office
>You try to climb a pipe, intent on ending this
>He watches you struggle for a few moments, then reaches into a bag
>Out comes the crying mint green unicorn from your first day, and from the video
>He holds her over you head
>'Hewp...hewp fwuffy...munsta huwt fwuffy...' she mewls as her hooves wave weakly at you
>The quiet man takes out a long, sharp knife and drags it from her throat down across her belly
>She doesn't even cry out
>You are showered in fluffy blood, blinded by fluffy blood
>You scream as you fall down, tasting the fluffy blood
>And a bit of your own as you hit the ground
>The lifeless corpse hits the ground next to you, and after you rub the blood from your eyes you see the quiet man
>He's wearing a mask now too
>'Dwink!' he cheers at you, raising his hands to the heavens
>'Dwink fwend, and be stwong!  Pway gaem, no be pussy mowaw-fag no-mo'!  Find smawty fwend, make ouchies an boo-boo juice!  Den find fwuffy!'
>With that, he produces the box from the video and begins pelting you with fluffy foal corpses
>Stumbling to your feet, you run off into the dump

>The flood lights are on in the dump as a black moonless sky greets you overhead
>You've been asleep for hours
>You pull out the map that's been given to you by the quiet man
>At least 20 small red Xs on the map
>4 large red Xs
>One skull
>You guess that that's where you'll find the quiet man
>The small Xs probably mean a small herd
>A small herd might mean less death
>A large herd might be the only way to win though
>You finger the collar around your neck absently as you weigh your options
>No guarantee he'll let you out if you win
>But you don't have a choice
>You set off to find one of the larger herds

>You can hear frustrated crying as you go through the dump
>The fluffies obviously don't like the lights
>They can't sleep if it's too bright
>'Wight go 'way!' one grey earth fluffy shouts to your right.  'Fwuffy wan' sweepies!  Wight dum!'
>Checking your map, you're pretty sure this is one of the smaller herds
>Opt to take a look anyways
>You're greeted by raspberries and chants of 'big fwuffy go 'way'
>The mask makes them think you're a fluffy
>Ignoring them you count
>Roughly 20 fluffies huddled around a few scrap cars and overturned barrels
>Foals peak at you from inside
>If this is a small herd, you wonder what a larger one will be like
>You turn to walk away and feel the back of your boot being bucked
>The fluffies are following you, kicking at your ankles
>Their sleep cycle being disturbed seems to have made these ones more aggressive
>Cranky is more like it
>You try to gently kick them away, but they grab your foot and try to bite at your shins
>It feels like a light pinch, and you easily brush them off
>You pull out your rebar and try to gently poke them away
>One tries to bite the rebar, cracking his tooth and cutting his tongue in the process
>He squeals with pain and frustration and tries to buck at your legs again
>Feeling frustrated yourself you kick the fluffy just hard enough to push it back
>But still not gently enough to avoid crippling it
>You bend down and scream at the fluffies, causing many to void their bowels and cover their eyes in fright
>You turn and run off as fast as you can

>You arrive at one of the large X sites
>Easily twice as many fluffies here
>Foul smelling piles everywhere, more pungeant than normal waste
>Not as loud though
>Five fluffies notice your approach and begin alerting the camp
>Before long, the mares have led their foals to the relative safety of their shelters
>Stallions have surrounded the shelters and are now puffing up their cheeks and stomping in an attempt to appear intimidating
>And a lone, angry looking unicorn fluffy is waddling through the stallions and glaring at you
>'Big fwuffy weave!  Fwuffy mummas sweeping!  You no stay hewe!'
>'I...' you begin, swallowing hard.  Not sure what to say
>The unicorn cocks it's head at you but paws the ground in an attempt to be menacing
>'I hewe to be new smarty fwend!' you squeak out
>The unicorn spits at you then yells at you to go away
>Gritting your teeth, you scream and lunge at the unicorn
>The stallions scatter, smashing into each other as the smarty unicorn's eyes widen in surprise
>You grab him by the neck and hold him on his back, intent on choking him
>His eyes bulge, and he weezes for help
>'Hhhh..hewpp...mm...mmmuu...muuu...'
>You relax your grip for a moment, curious
>'M...munsta got smawty...' it gasps
>Munsta
>Monster
>That's what you've become
>Killed five fluffies so you wouldn't cut your feet
>Bathed in fluffy blood
>Critically wounded a sixth fluffy
>And now you're choking a unicorn that seemingly only wanted you to not wake up his babies
>Your stomach can't take anymore
>You vomit directly on the smarty

>The smarty gasps in surprise at this
>Stomach acid gets into its mouth and eyes
>Smarty gargles and bats at its eyes
>Fluffy drowns
>Fluffy drowns in your vomit
>You vomit again, getting away from the smarty this time
>A stallion cautiously hugs the smarty as you collect yourself
>'Why fwend no hug back?'
>You scream with rage and grief
>The stallions surrounding you soil themselves and start crying
>You stand up and take a breath
>'I'm your smarty now!  And I'm telling you to run away!  Get the other fluffies, and get out of this dump!  There's a bad monster coming and he's going to kill all of you!'
>The fluffies cry more, pleading with you to not hurt them and to make the bad monster go away
>'Just get out of here!  This is no place for you and it never was!'
>Stumbling out of the camp you check your map
>Herd or no herd, you're going to end this

>You trudge towards the skull marking on your map
>It seems to get quieter as you get closer
>In the distance, you can see something floating
>They look like deformed balloons
>As you get closer, you see them for what they are
>Fluffy ponies
>Eyes sewn shut
>Stitches up their mid section
>Nose crudely filled with caulk
>Inflated with a string tied around your neck
>Five or six of them sway grotesquely in the wind
>'Whewe fwend's fwuffies?'
>Your head jerks in the direction of the voice
>There he is
>You can see numerous fluffies hiding at the edges of his camp
>They're cowering, hiding their eyes and hoping noone sees them
>You can see the one eared orange pegasus from earlier
>A small green earth fluffy sits up, tears in her eyes when she sees you
>'Fwend wook wonewy.  Fwend wost?'
>You snarl and run at him, only to have him activate your shock collar
>You drop to the ground gasping and panting
>'Dat not how we pway.  Fwend get fwuffies.  Fwuffies give owies.  Pway!'
>'Ffff...fuck you.  I'm not playing this stupid fucking game...' you wheeze
>'No?'
>'No.'
>Silence
>Silence
>Silence
>'Alright then.'
>The quiet man removes his mask, and begins to walk around absently
>'All this work...all for nothing.' Is he trying to guilt you?
>He picks up a plate of...something.  Breaded meat?
>'I made you wings and everything.  We were going to celebrate you becoming a man.'
>'These poor little guys gave there all for you, you ungrateful little shit.'
>He reaches into a barrel and pulls out a squirming fluffy
>Bloody stumps just from it's back
>'But I guess it just goes to waste,' he laments, dropping the fluffy back into the barrel causing a chorus of moans
>'I even made you some balloons,' he motions at the floating corpses.  'Any idea how hard it was to get that helium in here?'
>He pulls out his gun and shoots one of the hovering corpses, causing it to burst into shredded flaps of fluff
>'And now I suppose you think you can just walk out of here.'

>'You're a sick man and you need help.' you say plainly
>He seems to be ignoring you
>'I'll tell you what.  We play a guessing game, and if you win you can go home.'
>You hesitate
>You could leave, but that would leave this guy on the loose
>No telling how many people or fluffies he would hurt
>Thoughts of this being easy dissappate as he reaches into a box, and pulls out a sniveling fluffy
>'Now, this little fellow has four...'
>He produces a stapler from his pocket and clamps it onto the struggling fluffy's penis
>He squeezes hard as the fluffy screams bloody murder
>'Five.  He has five staples in his no-nos.'
>Your jaw hangs slack as you start to feel light headed
>'And this fluffy...' he flips the tarp off of a cage revealing a heavily pregnant dam
>'...has been sprayed with pheromones.'
>'Wh...what are you doing?'
>'Now here's the question.' he says as sets the crying stallion into the cage
>'Who will bleed out first?  The stallion when he tears the staples loose?  The dam when the staples tear her apart?  Or will she go into labour and have her foals tender skin ripped apart?'
>The sobbing fluffy sniffs at the air as the dam tries to scoot away
>The cries become shriller as the pheromones do their work
>The dam has pressed herself into a corner, and is now covering her eyes as the weeping stallion paws at her

>You scream unintelligibly and try to run at him again
>The shock collar hurts, and you think you smell smoke, but you press on
>His eyes widen slightly in surprise before grabbing a sharpened piece of rebar
>You scream again, this time in pain as you feel it stab just under your collar bone by your shoulder
>You drop to your knees, gripping the rebar tightly and shivering
>For a few moments, everything is still except for the sounds of two crying fluffies
>On your knees, you edge towards the cage
>You carefully pick up the stallion and set him down outside of the cage
>He cries as he tries to get back in, but he might just survive this way
>You see a hand for just a split second before your vision explodes into stars
>Then you hear the two fluffies screaming in pain
>When you get back to your knees, you see that the little stallion has mounted the dam
>The stallion is screaming apologies as the dam begs for the lives of her unborn children
>A crimson pool is growing at their feet
>The quiet man firmly grips the rebar, and begins to lift
>You scream in pain as you climb to your feet
>'Dum pussy mowawfag wuin evwee ding!' he snaps as he slaps the rebar
>You groan in pain
>'Mowawfag want evwee body make huggies!  Pwetend dewe nu'ting bad in da wowld?'
>He grabs your throat and glares into your eyes
>'Wowld fuww o' fwuffies wike me.  And dewe nu'ting dat dum mowawfag can do about dat!'
>You grab the rebar, and with one last valiant scream you push your full weight forward against the deranged man who now stands before you

>He screams as the rebar pierces his chest
>You can feel the grinding of the rebar as it pushes between his ribs
>You can feel it digging deeper into your shoulder as well
>He falls backwards as you fall on top of him
>You can feel the tip pushing its way out your other side as you come to a rest
>He's laying on his back with the rebar piercing the middle of his chest, blood burbling at his lips
>You're on your knees hunched over him, looking into his eyes
>Weakly, he grabs his mask and pulls it off then smiles
>'I...knew I'd make...a killer...of you...'
>Then he closes his eyes and snickers softly
>Grimacing and shaking your head, you grip the rebar and force yourself back up
>The rebar slides out, a wet sucking noise greeting your ears
>It hurts so much you almost black out
>Your knees feel weak, but you think you might not get back up if you try to sit
>You grip your mask and pull as hard as you can, screaming as the glue tears your skin
>At least it's off now
>You turn and begin to stagger towards the front gate
>Right now it's probably your best hope for surviving
>You can see the gate
>You can see a red orb on the horizon
>You can't walk anymore
>With the gate locked, there's nowhere to go anyways
>You lay down on your side, feeling very cold

>You wake up in a hospital bed
>Your chest hurts so much, but you're alive
>Soft beeping noises come from the machines all around you
>And you think you can hear some snoring
>Looking from the window to the door, you're puzzled
>There's no room for a second hospital bed
>You try to sit up, but get dizzy and fall back down
>A short, fat black woman enters holding a clipboard
>'Good morning,' she says enthusiastically
>'M..morning,' you mumble back
>'Do you remember anything?' she asks
>'I...'
>It all feels so twisted and unreal
>Your meeting with the quiet man at his 'party'
>Like a bad fanfiction of a bad fanfiction
>'I got...stabbed?' you venture
>She nods
>'We figured that from the hole in your chest,' she says, trying not to laugh
>She bends down next to your bed
>'Do you remember these?' she asks, holding up a basket

>Inside, is a petite green mare laying on top of an orange one eared pegasus
>'These little guys might have saved your life.'
>She sets the basket on the bed, which causes the green mare to wake up
>The mare looks around as though lost, then settles her eyes on you and smiles as wide as a fluffy can smile
>'HOOMAN!' she squeals and bounces up your arm
>The orange pegasus wakes up and waddles out of his basket next
>The mare hugs the side of your face nuzzling you and babbling
>'When the other workers at the dump found you at the gate, these two were hugging your chest,' the nurse explains
>'Huggies make booboos bettah!' the green mare proudly states
>'They saved your life.  We tried to get them to stay at the dump, but they cried so hard we had to bring them here.  We gave them a bath, given that you had bled on them both quite a bit.'
>'Hooman make bad booboo juice!' the orange pegasus whimpers
>'I'm sorry I scared you little guy...'
>You raise your hand weakly to try and pat his head
>Your hand hovers quivering in the air for a few moments before the pegasus puts his head under your hand
>'You should adopt them,' ventures the nurse.  'They've done more than most fluffies do for their owners.'
>The green mare stops hugging your head for a moment, then goes and sits next to the pegasus
>'Daddy?' they both ask
>'Yes.'
>You spend the next few days in the hospital watching tv and playing with your new pets
>The orange one says his name was 'Trophy'
>The green one tries to teach Trophy how to be a good fluffy, so settle on naming her 'Sissy'
>You held on to your principles
>And you couldn't be happier

>Now, be a truck a driver
>You're driving down the road one day
>Suddenly you see a man walking on the side of the road
>He's stumbling
>You think he might need help
>You pull over and open your side door
>'Hey buddy, you okay?'
>He looks like he's in horrible shape
>He wears a shirt that is only buttoned part way up
>You see the top of a bandage that seems to be seeping
>He just stares right through you
>'Look, if you need help, you can climb in.  We'll get that looked at.'
>Silence
>Silence
>Silence
>Finally he turns and continues walking
>You close your door, and continue driving