die, tiara, die!

by fluffinthepuff

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Human, Comedy
Length: 378

Everyone hates Diamond Tiara, right?

Everyone hates Diamond Tiara, right? Wishing you could just jump through your TV and strangle the crap out of her? Well, one pegasister suddenly finds that chance, along with the cutie mark crusaders.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-15 23:22:14 UTC

the revenge

" Well, isn't it obvious? Because it is to us. I mean, you have a pegasus pony, who can't even fly! AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! This is the last straw! You've seen some taunts and teases before on the crusaders, but teasing scootaloo about her inability to fly?! That is it! You bring your fist up to the screen of your TV, but instead of the glass breaking, you open your eyes to find yourself in the middle of the stage! Behind you, you find your living room flickering through a hole, surrounded by shattered bits of glass. Discumbobulated, you get shakily to your feet. How the hell did you get into the show? You then turn to see Diamond Tiara and Silverspoon having goes at the crusaders. Heat then rushes up to your face as you remember why you smashed through your TV screen in the first place. You walk over behind the pink filly you detested so much. Then without warning, you snatched the tiara from her mane, holding it tauntingly above her. " Hey, you creep! Give that back! " I will in a second, dear!"You say sarcastically, with a wry smirk on your face. You then place the tiara unceremoniously on the ground and pick up the filly by the scruff of her neck. You then hold her up to your face, her muzzle mere inches away from your nose. " now listen here, horse. You stop teasing these poor inoccent fillies tright now, or aso help me you will get a fist up your good for nothing skull. Now scram!" And with that, you spank her on the flank, dump her on the ground, and pick up her tiara and flick it, losing one diamond and hitting her upside the head in the process. Walking around the sobbing peice of garbage, you pick up scootaloo, and start consoling the poor filly, nuzziling her soft coat in the process. " Don't worry, they won't be teasing you any time soon." " You then hugged the filly, gently lowered her to the ground, and jumped back through the hole in the scene. You land at the feet of your mom, her eyes like daggers boring through your skull. "Well, this should be good...."

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