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No fucking way. After all that damn ranting and whining Discord put us through, he ACTUALLY betrayed us? What the fuck is wrong with him? What bullshit was he causing now? He sounded genuine in the rant, sure, but he can be a pretty damn good actor too. I now had doubts about whether or not Flutters was okay.

I mean... you know... as much as she can be in her zombie-turning adventure.

Nevermind.

Still behind the ridgeline, we were all holding our guns now. We hesitantly kept them down, ready to raise them if we were ambushed or shot at. Dash eventually peaked over the ridge after Twi and I did.

“Should we shoot him?” she asked.

“If he gets close…” Twi whispered back, “Okay. Here’s the plan. When I whistle, everybody pop up and shoot. You all aim for him, and I will try to get the guy in the window.”

“Nah,” I replied, “whistling is too, like, predictable.”

She glared at me. “Then what do you suggest?”

“I don’t know. Maybe moan? That’ll throw ‘em off like crazy.”

“I’m not gonna fucking moan!”

"Oh, I'll make you moan, baby," I winked.

Twi looked back at me disapprovingly, her purple irise-

Smack!

My head booped the grass after she whacked it.

Pete then shouted from over the ridge. “Yellllo??!! Pony Lover. You either come out now, or we’ll kill you!”

Before Twi could stop me, I threw up my middle finger again. He continued.

“You have a chance to survive this, moron! I’d suggest you play your cards right! Don’t make me come over there and cut your other eye out too!”

I waited for another twenty seconds before growing impatient and turning to Twi.

“Well? Fucking whistle already.”

“No, D’mitry. I’m trying to not get us killed here.”

I huffed, and before Twi could stop me again, I shouted back, “I’ll come out! Only if y’all drop your fucking weapons!”

Smack!

My head booped the grass again as Twi's angry voice whispered, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

I brushed the back of my head, which was understandably annoyed at getting whacked over and over again. "C'mon, Twi. There's no other way out of this."

I could see Twi's anger fade a bit, but Pete spoke out from over the ridge before she could respond.

“Well! We won’t drop them, but we’ll lower them! How’s that sound?!”

“Great! Shithead.”

A few seconds.

“Okay! We lowered ‘em.”

“You sure?!”

“You’re gonna have to see for yourself, idiot!”

I started poking my head out, but Twi pulled me down.

“Twi! Stop. Don’t you want-”

“Yes! But let me check first. You aren’t going out there yet.”

“Why not?”

She ignored my question as she raised her head and checked.

“Well? Are they down?” I asked.

“They are,” she answered, before looking at me nervously. “Just stand up, okay? Don’t walk up to him.”

“K.”

Keeping my baby held at my side, I slowly came to a stand, granted full vision of the front wall and gate again, as well as the asshole himself. We were still a ways (maybe 30 feet?) from each other, but I could still see his ugly ass smirk from here.

I think I’m like, biased, since I hate him or whatever, but this motherfucker’s ugly as hell.

Definitely biased.

Bruh.

Anyway… this ugly ass motherfucker stood about my height, wearing a stupid, blue, long-sleeve denim shirt. No offense if you are, reader… it probably looks better on you anyway. This fucker though? Fashion disaster.

He also wore black cargo pants and that same stupid ass black bandana around his neck. Wannabe gangster lookin' ass. Bet he grew up in a nice home with 2 loving parents aching for divorce which in turn made his childhood “unbearable” and caused him to grow up to be the empty-brained shithead he’s being right now.

Sheesh. What, are you projecting now?

No! I’m just sayin’. This fucker has brat written all over his ugly ass face. I wanna beat his ass and drag him through some mud holding his swept back brown hair and watch the terror in his brown eyes as his ugly face is soaked in more brown like his pants will be after shitting himself relentlessly after I stab 27 holes in his intestines and gallbladder, makin’ him bleed brown and red at the same time and draggin’ his ugly face through the vile combination so he chokes on his own feces-coated blood stained on the grass, meanwhile cutting his left eye out the socket and stitchin’ it to the head of his penis so he can watch me chop his balls off with a mache-

Jesus, D’mitry! Chill the fuck out, you psycho!

I huffed.

Fine.

So… he looked young, like me. I also noticed he was wearing black, ankle high boots. That was probably the only cool thing he was wearing. I kinda wanted his boots. I hope they fit me after I kill his ass. We met eyes, which caused his to widen.

“What the hell? How’d your eye recover from that? I swear I cut deep.”

“I’m more powerful than you can ever imagine,” I touted.

“Pssht. Yeah right. What, did your 2-story mutant lizard boyfriend heal it after sending us away?”

What? Discord didn’t betray us? This confused me.

“Bruh. His name is Discord, and he’s gonna rip your asshole in half after I tell him what you just said.”

“Nah man. He may rip your asshole apart at night, but he’s not gonna come close to me anymore.”

Even more confusing.

“Fuck you! Shitface. Shouldn’t you be back on Earth getting pestered by the FBI by now?”

“Well, I would be, if your lizard boyfriend actually knew how to use his magic.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

Pete took a second to laugh by himself. Fucks sake. Even his laugh was ugly. After he was done huckling on himself, he continued.

“Yeah, long story short, he just sent us back here. Real genius. Anyway, this isn’t about him. This is about you. Come here, Pony Lover.”

“Nah, I’m fine here.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Yes, I a-” I started, glancing back down at Twi. I’d expected to see her hovering over the ridge beside me, keeping an eye out. However, she was sitting back, with a cold look of fear gazing back up at me.

She also had an arm wrapped around her neck, and a pink pistol pointed at the side of her head.

Behind her was that same bitch teenage girl from the castle, who tried sticking up Dash and me in the bush. She sat close behind Twi, shielded from the others on my right side. Ms. BigTits Mcgee glanced up at me with a tired, dissatisfied look on her face. She even had a tad of black still around the eye I’d socked her in.

“Hey again, asshole..."

I glanced back at the others, but they were in no position to do anything. I looked back at Pete, but by now, he’d started walking. He continued walking up to the other side of the ridge, within throwing distance from one another.

“It’s been a pleasure, Pony Lover. But I need you to come with me now.”

“And why is that?”

“You’ll find that out when I say so. Drop your gun.”

I held the gun at my side, occasionally glancing down at Twi.

“Now,” he hissed, "We already got a sniper trained on your dumbass. Wanna test his aim?"

Through my anger, I still chuckled a bit. "From what we've seen, probably trash lol."

Pete shook his head, but refrained from commenting. After another stretched-out ten seconds, they realized I wasn’t going to comply. The bitch holding Twi up spoke out.

“Just drop it, moron. You're making things a whole lot worse for yourse-”

Surprise!

I'm fucking deranged!

My gun was already out, so I threw it up and aimed at Pete. Unfortunately, he had some insane reflexes. My barrel was up first, I think, and I quickly fired off some rounds. Pete was close, but I think my heart was beating so hard that it was throwing off my already inexperienced aim.

No matter. In the few chaotic ass seconds, I think a few shots blasted him in the chest. I also felt a sharp pang in my chest, causing me to immediately stagger before falling back. He fell as well, so now the ridgeline was blocking our views. After falling, I'd expected to immediately turn my gun on the bitch holding Twi up, but getting shot in the chest REALLY FUCKING HURTS.

I writhed on the ground, fueled only by adrenaline, as I squirmed in an attempt to figure out what the fuck I was doing. As I clutched my chest, I eventually came back to reality and tried to raise my gun at the girl. She was still there, but she hadn't shot Twi. I clumsily swung the gun in their direction.

“Wait!” the girl cried.

I recklessly shot toward her. She immediately dove behind Twi and used her as a shield. I was forced to quit shooting. Pain radiated through my chest, causing me to fumble my baby to the side. I heard shots from the others ring out beside me. As I squirmed on the ground, I noticed the girl sprinting away, toward the forest by the cliff to our left. My vision started blurring though, and pain was growing as my adrenaline slowly wore off.

“D’mitry!” Twi shouted, rushing up to my side. Her face blurred in and out, and sound was starting to echo in my ears.

Shit. I’d messed up again, hadn’t I? I spit up what I thought was saliva, but felt the warmness of blood. As I struggled to realize how badly I was hurt, more gunfire rang out. I heard shots cracking over the ridge, causing the others to push up against it. Snowheart rushed up to my other side.

“Cut open his shirt!” she shouted at Twi, yanking off her saddlebags.

Twi took a knife of some sort from Snowheart and immediately started cutting open my shirt. I coughed up some more blood.

Author, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Don't kill me like this. This is a lousy ass death.

Mmkay... you're gonna have to consult with physics on this one.

Physics???

Mmm... yeah, somethin' like that. Only so much I can do. Maybe don't keep getting yourself shot, moron.

Fuck you!

"Hang in there, D'mitry!" Snow cried.

“No... dammit...” I muttered, “My lucky shirt!”

Twi finished cutting it open and retorted, “Yeah well, you’re not that lucky right now. Just relax."

“Ah… I’ll… be… fi…”

My eyes closed for a moment. A worried Twi looked back down at me as she shook my shoulder.

“No, D’mitry. Please just keep them open.”

“Mmm… nah, I’mma take a na-”

“D’mitry!”

"What?" I groaned, "I’m... sorry, Twi."

My eyes shut again, as I couldn't physically keep them open. Damn this shit makes you tired. It only took seconds for me to fall to the darkness. As I did, I hoped they’d be alright. I also hoped that Pete and that other bitch were dead and gone. As for me...

Was this it?

Was this the end?

Was this D'mitry's farewell to existence?

Was this the end of the story?

What a bullshit endin-

Shut the hell up