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- >you are martini, a key lime green unicorn fluffy pony with a dark green mane.
- >you have a good life, giving special hugs to pretty mares and getting all sorts of nummies
- >some weird things have been happening recently but you’re hoping things get back to normal
- >BIG MAN is just finishing cleaning out litter boxes today.
- >there’s a knock on the door in the other room
- >it’s a couple of blue uniform people.
- >”We need to ask you a few questions about this fluffy pony.”
- >”I don’t think that’s one of ours…”
- >”Well, it shouldn’t be. It belongs to some wealthy lawyer in town.”
- >”Look, we’ve had a bad week here… what with the arson and all…”
- >”We still have to check it out, sir. Several people in the neighborhood said they say her in the area.”
- >”Well…”
- >”Can we have a look at the ponies?”
- >”Sure. Go ahead.”
- >Frank watches from the other room. BIG MAN leans against the wall silently.
- >”Hey, Tom… I think this is her.”
- >the two cops are looking at Princess… formerly known as Cadence.
- >”Same coloration, although this one doesn’t have wings.”
- >one of the cops takes her out of the cage and looks in her ears.
- >”It’s her. Tattoo on the ear is the same number. 4056.”
- >”Mister…?”
- >”Roberts. Jim Roberts.”
- >”You want to explain to me how this pony got here… and got de-winged?”
- >Princess, her spirit already broken by BIG MAN, doesn’t bother to speak up
- >”Found her wandering in the woods. She wasn’t wearing a collar, I assumed she was a feral.”
- >”And She didn’t tell you she already had an owner?”
- >”Are you kidding? These things babble all sorts of nonsense! You don’t know what to believe!”
- >”And you didn’t bother to check her ears or to check with the local pound or adoption agencies to see if she was reported missing?”
- >”We find ferals in the woods ALL THE TIME. This is the first time one of them turned out to still have an owner.”
- >”That you know of.”
- >”This is bullshit. That asshole Brett killed three of my ponies plus some foals and you’re bringing this shit on me…”
- >”Mister Hipster is under guard in the hospital while he recovers from a gunshot wound.”
- >”The guy is a certifiable lunatic! He’s tortured and killed who knows how many fluffies…”
- >”Mr. Roberts… you’ll probably get away with a slap on the wrist… but WE HAVE TO TAKE YOU AND MISTER MAERTINEZ IN.”
- >”On what charges?”
- >”Receiving stolen property and damaging private property.”
- >”Fine… but look… Frank had NOTHING to do with this. I found her. I de-winged her. It’s all on me.”
- >”Jim, you don’t have to…”
- >”Seriously, Frank - this is all on me.”
- >the blue uniform men take BIG MAN away. they bind up his paws.
- >”whewe bigman go? bigman come back?”
- >BIG MAN looks at you sadly, saying nothing. the blue uniform people take him away.
- >Frank-who-you-never-see comes into The Room. he takes the babies from brownie, sunset and sweetie.
- >they all cry and complain.
- >”Shut up, girls.”
- >one of the foals, a unicorn, starts crying incessantly for its mother, sweetie.
- >its moving its tiny legs rapidly, trying to get out of Frank’s arms.
- >”What the shit! Stop… stop moving…”
- >the other babies start to get scared and are getting restless. annoyed, Frank tosses the unicorn to The Table before it can jump from his arms
- >he grabs a box and puts the other babies in it.
- >”You stay put. I’ll be right back.”
- >Frank doesn’t look happy.
- >he takes the box of fluffies into the other room
- >sweetie’s foal gingerly tries to hop down to a stool from The Table. Frank slaps a hand on her tail, holding her in place
- >”eeeep! no huwty tawl! no huwty tawl!”
- >Frank picks up the foal
- >”You shuddup and look good and get your dumb ass purchased or I will FUCK YOU UP!”
- >”no wike dum hooman!”
- >it blows a raspberry at Frank
- >he smacks the foal across the face. at five weeks of age, it stands around six inches at the shoulder.
- >”no hitties! no hitties!”
- >sweetie is standing on her hind legs, looking out her cage door in concern
- >”no huwty babeh! babeh no undastan! pwease mistah fwank no huwtie!”
- >”SHUT UP!”
- >he plops the unicorn to The Table.
- >”You gonna behave?”
- >”nuu!”
- >Frank holds up The Snips. all eyes are on them. they’ve removed many legs and wings. and other things.
- >”You going to behaaaaaave?”
- >”nuu!”
- >Frank cuts its tail off, leaving a stump maybe an inch long
- >”wahhhhhhhhhh! taylie! took taylie!”
- >”We’ll say you’re a tailless fluffy. Now… you going to behave?”
- >”nuh… nuuuuuu!”
- >Frank is incensed. he holds down the fluffy by its neck, the baby’s eyes start bugging out
- >”gakkkk gakkkkkkk”
- >”Gonna behave?”
- >”gakkkk.”
- >”Oh - my mistake.”
- >”Frank lets it go.
- >”Ready to behave now?”
- >”fwuffy… fwuffy… fwuffy hate hooman! giwve big owies to hooman!”
- >the unicorn rolls over and tries to bite Frank’s hand.
- >this is going to be bad.
- >Frank grabs the fluffy and throws it at the wall. you hear bones crack. the fluffy’s body slides down the wall, leaving a blood trail on the wall
- >the fluffy is barely moving
- >Frank stomps over. he picks up the foal’s twitching body and puts it back on The Table
- >”NOW are you ready to behave?”
- >the twitching, bleeding body of the foal barely moves
- >”hate you… hooman…”
- >”Well, I’ll give you points for having balls. But subtract a few for having no brains.”
- >Frank plops the foal into the trash and ties the bag up, taking it out of The Room
- >poor baby… it just wanted to stay with its mommy
- >you feel proud, in a way. it was your baby you had with sweetie.
- >your baby. Frank just killed your baby.
- >you feel an anger rising in your heart that you’ve never felt
- >”fwank! you kiwl mawtini babeh! FWANK! MAWTINI TAWKIN TO YUU!”
- >”Listen, shithead, I don’t care if you’re Jim’s favorite. Don’t you talk to me that way!”
- >”yu kiwl mawtini an sweetie babeh! YU KIWLED IT!”
- >”It had a bad attitude… sort of like how you have right now.”
- >Frank smacks the front of your cage. you jump back.
- >”Now shut your mouth and go to sleep.”
- >”mawtini say…”
- >Frank smacks your cage again. maybe you should stop talking after all…
- >”I said… shut your mouth.”
- >you turn away slowly and hide under your blankie.
- >”You ever talk like that again and you’re gonna have an accident.”
- >Frank leaves and takes away the Pretend Yellow Sky Balls
- >you try not to think about how Frank killed your baby
- >but its squeaks haunt your dreams
- >you don’t sleep well
- >you want your baby back
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