How Horrifying

Working late I sat at my desk, trying to put words to paper. "Christ...I should stop procrastinating." I felt my ear itch, my body far too busy writing to reach under my headphones and scratch it. "Pony or...original.... Pony--original." I lowered my head against the desk, typing blindly. "Come on, Sean, stop itching."

I scratched my head and went back to typing. "I guess class should come first--" I stopped dead when I realized what I'd typed.

Celestia tapped her hoof against the ground, tracing a small circle as she waited for her studentand then I felt myself snap, the bullet sent through my visor had deflected inside and was burning my chin.

"Oh...ha! I need to stop working on three things at once. Drug fueled super soldiers...not with my ponies-- Oh Christ." I looked down at my busted keyboard, the back space missing, the number keys faded, W-A-S-D sunken in and barely functional. "Ohhh, shit." I bit my lower lip hard. "Well...fu

I slammed my hands against the desk.

I went back to typing that I slammed my hands on my desk.

I should really go fix this right now. I need to stop this and fix my story.