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                     Fluttershy's Shed                     
                   -by TwilightPrincess-                   
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                         Prologue                          
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Prologue
Fluttershy lugged a heavy sack of bird seed on her saddle, stopping briefly every moment she can for a sliver of rest. “Oh Angel, do you think we’ll make it in time for the fellows? Poor Willow didn't look too pleased before I left.” Fluttershy thoughtfully asked. Angel Bunny merely looked at his owner and feigned a smile. He was too tired for all this, though Fluttershy didn’t seem to notice as she returned his smile. The pair continued on their way back to the cottage.
Fluttershy let out a heave then dropped the heavy sack onto the table. She wiped off a trickle of sweat and smiled. She seemed to be pleased with herself. Angel Bunny got to his favourite corner of the sofa and motioned for Fluttershy. “Oh! Dear, I almost forgot!” Fluttershy gasped. She ran to the cupboards and grabbed Angel’s snack. She poured the contents into his bowl and watched her bunny give her a satisfied grin. Fluttershy called out to the birds as she placed the sack onto her saddle once more. They all crowded in front of her, each with varying degrees of joy as they spotted the feed.
Exhausted, she threw herself into her bed and shifted positions until she was comfortable. She stared into the ceiling, deep in thought. Her mind began trailing off as she heard a sound coming from outside. Her ears perked up as she slowly stood up, walking closer to the window. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw two foals walking. “What would two foals do here at this time of the night?”, she thought. She averted her eyes to the clock and read the time. It was 1:47 AM. Not a time for little foals to be up wandering, especially near her most forbidden place: her shed. She once again walked to the window and watched the two foals. They disappeared. Fluttershy’s eyes widened as she heard screams of terror coming from below. That did it. With a grim expression, she slowly trotted down the stairs, making sure her steps were quiet as to not wake her animal friends. She went though the clearing and finally reached her shed.
The two foals’ eyes were wide with horror, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. The inside of the quaint little shed they passed by wasn't the same inside as its exterior. The walls were painted red, where splashes of different shades of the color red covered the walls. There was a single chair in the middle. One of them tried to move it but it wouldn’t budge. There was a tray filled with several knives, each tainted with dried blood. The walls were adorned with animals, or so they seem, with their abdomens open exposing their organs. There were hides and heads perched on the top most shelves, along with a few buckets oozing with foul, red liquid. It was safe to guess that it was blood. The dimly lit place was littered with bones and entrails, with some bile staining the ground what’s worst was there was also an empowering, disgusting and foul odor wavering the shed. It was a place of nightmares.
The little filly still managed to stand and scan the place, only a bit as she could stomach. Her foreleg brushed by something and was puzzled to see a toaster. However, upon closer inspection, she saw that she was holding a toaster cozy made of pony skin; it was gray and had a few strands of blonde locks. The filly dropped it in terror as she fell with a loud thump to the ground, slowly backing away from the horrifying scene.
“I wonder what your hides would look in my wall.”
The pair slowly turned their heads to see who the voice came from. Illuminated by the flickering fluorescent lights was a figure of a Pegasus mare. She was holding something, but they weren’t quite sure what it was. As she grew closer, pure terror slowly began sinking into the pair. The pony had a twisted, perversion of a smile and was wielding a sickle.  Tears began to pool the eyes of the two foals and they both began hyperventilating and shrieking. The mare shot them a horrifying glare.
“I said, STAY OUTTA MY SHED!”
In the deep of the night, Fluttershy’s cottage was enveloped in silence. Save for the shed, where agonizing shrieks and a blade cutting through flesh were heard.