A Series of Ponified Events

by Switchlock

First published

So, yeah. Thanks to Twilight, I've got a concussion, hooves, and something missing between my legs. Not really something to freak out about, in my opinion. I always was passive about that, and I'm a pretty good optimist too. But how am I supposed to act when I have to start killing, starting with myself? Fate, you cruel bitch.
Well, at least the guys I'll be killing are made of Sombra's shadows, so it's not really killing, right? Right?



Canceled because I'm really starting to hate this story. I just can't write it anymore.