Date: October 21, 2017
Location: Whitetail Woods, Log Cabin

"Oh, your so cute I could hug all of you all day."

Alright everypony this is Allen. He lives in a log cabin in Whitetail Woods. He lives alone. Well not really. He had plushie dolls to keep him company. He loved his cute plushie dolls of ponies...A lot. I understand they are cute but Allen has an addiction to them. He has many dolls still in the boxes and ones he loved to hug. He had wonderbolts, princesses, and rare ones. You name it he had them. He also dressed as a ghost for some reason. Okay, this pony is just a weirdo. he had a huge collection. He had over two hundred dolls.

"Daddy will be back soon." He said going to Ponyville to get food.

He needs to eat right. Well, he bought food for him and his plushie dolls. He had food for him and them. He had a playset. Okay, what is wrong with this stallion. It's cute when little fillies and colts do it but this stallion is out of whack. I mean Maud has Boulder but this guy is just taking things way to far. He also would have sex with his princesses dolls. His favorite one to do it with was Twilight. Hey, Twilight whats up with this pony.

"This stallion has Agalmatophilia. It is a paraphilia involving sexual attraction to a statue, doll, mannequin or another similar figurative object. This stallion pretty much didn't talk to real ponies. He just spends all his days locked in his log cabin all by himself. Him dressing as a ghost...I have no clue. Wait! Did you say he has sex with a plushie doll of m-"

Thanks, Twilight. Agalmatophilia. Hey, that reminds me of another death on our list. However, that was in the human world. Allen was out of control. One night he was cuddling with his dolls in his bed dressed as a ghost under the bed sheets. He was playing with thirty of them. Then Celestia's horn decided to get stuck on a piece of the bed sheet that was around Allen's neck.

*Agh!!*

Allen realizes what's happening. He tries to grab Celestia but falls over a doll. Then Twilight's horn grabs on another piece of a bedsheet stopping Allen's hoof and the rest of his bedsheets he already has on the bed tangle him up. Allen is screwed. Then Allen remembers he had scissors in his drawer. He tries to reach. Finally after three minutes of struggling. His eyes turning red. Not being able to scream for help.

*Ack!!!!*

Allen is dead. Allen had a problem. He loved dolls a bit too much. He collected them. The dolls were scared of him and how he loved them so much. Decided to take care of him. Now Allen is apart...Of our death set.

Way To Die #59: Collec-Dead

Author's Note

Coming up we got two ponies that like to have sex anywhere and anytime. Then. Hey, Trixie, I know Hoofdini may seem invincible. But he isn't