Mailboxes with Faces

What started out as a stupid idea to relive his childhood, he ended up finding his way into hell. Literally. Going along the way to make the shit giggle and the giggle shit, I have no idea what I'm doing. But anyways, continuing the story itself. The story itself should not be taken seriously, and if you really do, I believe you need a finger jammed up your ass. This story doesn't have much to do with ponies, and better yet you bronies thinking that this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, well, you're kind of correct. But anyways, this story is a joke. Back to the story AGAIN. Gavin's life is pretty awesome, he likes chicken, makes stuff explode, and what-not. But when his best friend Kai is turned into some weird pastel colored horse... Gavin honestly doesn't care. Like, seriously. No grieving for his old pal, no crying, just hugs. With his other "friend", Sockface, that leaves him at age 11, and lost friend Jon-a-Don, he'd be pretty gone without Ka- or "Billy". Read on for the rest of the story, cause I'm not wasting anymore of my breath on a freakin' prologue.