Maxmoefoe and the magical pony world

by Teamzigger

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Dark, Comedy
Length: 926

After a long day of depression, Mark Johnson kills himself, but wakes up alive.

Maxmoefoe, also know as Mark Johnson has a life of depression and gets a boiling point where he can't take it anymore, his life ends and anew begins.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-03 20:06:38 UTC

Max's depression.

It was a much more cloudy and dark day In Mark Johnson's home town, Newport. On Mark's way home he thought about what he should do, probably another fucking video explaining to his eager fans why his new prank call isn't out, telling them bullshit about the bills and his bitchy Girlfriend, he hated the fact that life was holding him back from what hey wanted to do. He passed by the house of his dear friend Alex. On his way to the door, hey trampled over a large rock, he felt pain shoot through his nose. Mark got up from ground, trying to keep the blood from his newly acquired injury from the hard ground. He pounded on the front door.

"I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING HOME ASSHOLE!" he shouted, pissed. The door swung open revealing a blonde teenager, looked about 15 or so, he gasped and covered up his mouth.

"Dude, fucking sick! I think I see some bone, get in my car, were going to the hospital!"

"You're going to be fine, Mark." said an older looking doctor, he picked up a clipboard and pen, the doctor started checking things off. "How much will it cost?" Is all Mark could say, having bills and school to pay for with nothing but odd jobs, an expensive hospital bill is not what he needed. Alex looked down at his childhood friend. "Don't worry bro, I've got you covered."

"Thanks" Mark muttered before going to sleep, the events at the hospital had made him quite tried.

Alex looked over at the doctor again, this time much more concerned. "You're sure he's going to be alright?" the doctor, the one which had been a close friend to the Johnson's, he new Mark since child hood, but this is something he couldn't tell Mark face to face. "Alex I need you to tell Mark something."

the blonde teen responded, "Lay it on me."

"I HAVE WHAT?" Mark yelled, getting the attention of nurses in the ward he'd been moved too. "Aids." said Alex. Mark couldn't fucking take it. Mark rose from his chair and walked out of the ward. One of the vast amounts of nurses in the white and clean ward walked over to him."Sir, doctor Hicks didn't say you could leave yet."

"I don't give a upside done chicken fuck." Mark  replied. Yet again the door to the war swung open revealing Alex. "Dude where are you going?"

"Home."

"But I have the car keys."

"I'll walk."

"You can't walk, It's raining and thundering out!" Alex said, concerned about his friends sudden behavior.

"I'll take my fucking chances." as he started towards the door, the male nurse went into the ward to get help while Alex just stood there. As mark made it to the front desk a doctor stopped him.

"Would you please sign out sir?" asked the doctor pointing to the desk. Mark simply flipped him the bird and shoved him aside.

Mark was half way home from his walk in the thundering rain. Mark was more then soaked from head to with the mighty tears from the sky. he had picked up the habit of kicking an empty Pepsi can around as he turned another corner.  Mark looked up at the sign that would tell citizens of Newport what street they where driving on, or in Mark's shoes, walking. Mark read the sign and muttered the name of the street to himself. "Bailey Crossroads".

Two more corners then he would be in his warm home. He kept walking, the heavy rain was helping him to forget the events of earlier. Aids, fucking aids. The only person he had ever had sex with was his girlfriend, that bitch insisted that he shouldn't where a condom. Look where that got him. There it was, his house, he rain across the street, ignoring the fact that there could be incoming traffic.

"YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!" Mark screamed again. His girlfriend had been crying had the verbal abuse she had be reviving over the last four minute.

"I'm sorry I didn't-" she was cut off by a slap to the face.

"GET OUT!" she didn't hesitate for the door. Mark grabbed a bottle of Cherry whisky from a cabinet, he didn't give a fuck that he was two years to young for alcohol. Mark liked the burning sensation from the booze. Over a hour of drinking, the suicidal thoughts started to kick in. Mark reached into a closet and took a shotgun he kept for self defense. He put into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

"I don't know who you are put you're In my house and I must ask to leave!" said an unknown female voice. Mark opened his eyes to see a white, or alabaster horse with a styled purple mane. "I said get out!" said the horse. Mark fell unconscious. "H-h-hello? Are you alright sir?" the alabaster horse's question went unheard. "Oh no! Sweetie!" called the alabaster horse.

"Yes Rarity!"

called back an unseen voice. "I'm going out for awhile! watch the boutique while I'm gone!" the unseen voice replied."Aww! Okay rarity, please come back soon!" "I'll try sweetie."

said the horse as she left the shop with the unknown creature In her magical grip. They both hush out the door and start heading in the direction of the Golden Oak library, If anypony knew how to deal with a hurt animal, it would be her friend Twilight Sparkle. as unconscious teenager felt a limph dick anally and replied no uncle rosco noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!