Equestricide

by BionicBrony39

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Slice of Life, Dark, Human, Comedy
Length: 440

Generally speaking, Jakub's life is awful, with a saving grace or two that makes it that much more of a hell. So he brings everyone he has hated down, even himself, and awakes in a place that is NOT on Earth. (continued in LD)

(FYI, human parts are set in Poland, and my best friend for that is Google Translate. I apoligize to my Polish bretheren for the butchering of the language. Also, Polish names are used to protect the innocent.)
{Also- MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. SH!T WILL GET HEAVY IN THE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS}

Generally speaking, Jakub's life is awful, with a saving grace or two that makes it that much more of a hell. So he brings everyone he has hated down, even himself, and awakes in a place that is NOT on Earth. Then he finds a few people who helped make his life so difficult, while attempting to befriend a possibly morphine-addicted town who can make him enjoy his life and deal with his burdens.

I know this sounds like a crap fic, but it's a one-shot-per-chapter kind of deal, and has a few personal tie-ins, all of which will be explained.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-30 03:04:23 UTC

Chapter One

Equestricide

By Hahli X Rainbow Dash

Edited and proofread also by me.

any editors that come on later will be included later as needed.

Oh.

Oh God.

Oh bóg.

Oh bóg in piekło.

Today is the day, no?

Of course it is.

It is the time.

It is those times.

Of course, you're wondering what that means, aren't you?

Of course you are.

My name is Jakub Markfeld.

This is how I went to hell from the other hell, liked hell, found the ones i loved, made some much needed friends, then have to tell them this. All of it.

Are you ready?

Of course not.

But you're going to learn.

So, again.

Are.

You.

Ready?

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Wherein I prepare to go on a Polish killing spree and die myself.

You saw the title.

Sh!t goes down. Now.

Ready?

No?

OK then!

Begin

Thank bóg that Friday means P.E.

Thank bóg that it's the spring, and field day.

No.

Thank my planning.

In this bag of mine is a Kbk wz 2005 rifle. Service rifle of the Polish military. Got my hands on my dad's (he's in the reserve.)

And now...

No more bullies.

Also.

No more me.

All I have to do is open the door, and open my bag. The rest will sort itself out. Thankfully, my bullies were in a larger group, so they all sit together to team up for field day, presumably to pick on me.

Who else is in there, hmm?

In that group?

I'll tell you.

The only two people I love.

Chapter 2

Of course, you'd like to know how this came about.

Well...

OK.

My name, as you know, is Jakub Markfeld. Half Polish, half Czech. of course, nationality is not what matters to you.

Who am I?

Again, get ready to find out.

I'm 17, live in a nicer part of Cracow (or Krakow,)  the Polish capital, go to high school like everyone else, play plenty of video games, and generally live a normal life.

Except I don't.

I've been bullied for years, always written off as "just teasing", or "you just need 'a thicker shell' (what is that. What even isthat?" meaning my bullies have no reason NOT to hurt me, seeing as nobody will do anything about it. School generally sucks, weed is my secondary weekend-waster behind video games (see what i did there?) and I have no friends, save two. One boy, one girl.

I have feelings for both.

Yes.

You heard me.

Remember that.

It'll be important.

They both die.

And that bites me in the ass.

Real hard.