A Mad Man in A Filly's Body

As I patrolled the halls keeping an eye out for anything suspicious, going from classroom to classroom as well to make sure no corner of the school was left unchecked, everything looked to be going fine. That was, until I heard students screaming. I quickly rushed towards the source and was passed by many students running away screaming, and I quickly found out why. Comming out of a classroom Photo Finish was begging for her life only to be blasted from The Postal Filly's M16A2/3. I quickly rushed to the door and saw the bodies of who was killed. Pixel Pizzaz, Violet Blurr... they're glad they didn't live to see their friend Photo Finish die right in front of them. Bulk Biceps.... damn.... Cranky Doodle..... Fido, Rover, and Spot... Oh... oh no... Blueberry Pie... Raspberry Fluff... they were Muffins's friends.... Then, I saw the monster herself turn to look at me and she looked as crazy as ever.

"It's all come down to this, hasn't it?"

"It's either you, or the both of us."

"Don't make promises you can't keep Mary Sue."

"I ain't settling for defeat, there's only gonna be one outcome and that's either you die, or the both of us dies."

"Bla, Bla, Bla- EAT LEAD!"

I quickly dodged out of the way of her attack in time and tossed a grenade into the classroom. She managed to escape just in time as well so when it exploded the sound of guts and fat hitting the walls could be heard. I quickly ran away from her in time to puke my guts out in the foyer.

"Aww man, I STILL can't get used to this!" I went before pulling out the revolver and attacking as I heard The Postal Filly's footsteps

What resulted was a shootout between the two of us as she fired at me from her end of the hallway and I used a locker door as a shield to fire back. But.... that didn't last too long.

"WHAT?! FUCKING FUCK! OUT OF AMMO!" I shouted as I threw the revolver at The Postal Filly hitting her square in the head

I then pulled out the MP5.... but it resulted in the same thing.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!" I shouted as I threw the Submachine Gun at The Postal Filly hitting her square in the vajay jay

I then pulled out the Lever Action Shotgun- you know where this was headed.

"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" I shouted as I threw the Submachine Gun at The Postal Filly hitting her square in the leg

But I quickly smirked as I heard The Postal Filly being frustrated.

"WHAT?! YOU'VE GOTTA BE JOKING! I HAD TONS OF AMMO FOR THIS DAMN GUN!!!" she shouted before tossing it towards me and hitting the locker door causing a chain reaction as it swung and hit me in the head

She then pulled out her rocket launcher, and just as I braced for impact.... nothing happened.

"IS THIS SOME KIND OF A JOKE?! RAAAAUUUGHHH!!!"

I quickly moved out of the way as she tossed it my way and took the door off its hinges and taking out her SPAS-12. I then retaliated by pulling out my USAS-12.

"SPAS vs USAS. Who'll come out victorious."

We braced for impact as we pulled the triggers..... nothing.

"YOU'VE GOTTA BE SHITTING ME!!!" we both shouted before tossing our weapons at each other and hitting each other in the stomach

The Postal Filly then pulled out her D.Eagle and smirked.

"This is ONE weapon I KNOW I have plenty of ammo left."

"Didn't anybody ever tell you not to bring a pistol to a machine gun fight?"

I then pulled out the Daewoo K3 and her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped.

"Well played hooker. Well played." she said before running away

Or rather attempted to. I unloaded everything as I held it no caring how much I missed but didn't stop for a single second as a bullet hit The Postal Filly on the leg and sent her to the ground. Even then I kept unloading my ammo. It was like as if something was compelling me to just.... go postal...... so to speak. And I knew why. It was MY fault for letting my feelings get bottled up like that. It was MY fault for letting them fester until they gave birth to this.... thing I was fighting. All of this was MY fault. My explosion at Discord... once again another case of me harboring up my emotions until I just had to explode, and Discord was the unfortunate bastard to feel my wrath. The blood's not on his hands, they were on MINE and MINE alone. All of this is my responsibility, and now it's my responsibility to stop the bleeding no matter the cost. Even if it means my own life was to be put on the line. But my train of thought was stopped as my Daewoo K3 had run out of ammo and The Postal Filly was starting to get up.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?!!" I screamed as I tossed the Daewoo K3 aside and pulled out the M79 only for it to be out of ammo as well, "IS THIS WRITER SMOKING CRACK OR SOMETHING?!" I shouted tossing it aside and pulling out a Molotov

I was about to light it and toss it when I got hit by a bullet from The Postal Filly's D.Eagle. I couldn't even react to it quick enough it was so fast. The bullet hit me right in the stomach making me fall to the ground hard as I started spewing blood.

"Hehehe. You lost Justin. When are you going to learn when you've been outmatched? You don't have any combat skills, you don't have a strategy, the only strategy you've got against me is to just blast at me until I don't stand. Nothing can kill me! When are you going to learn that?!"

She then put the gun against my head and smirked.

"Any last words? Tell us all your regrets. Like how you made a promise you couldn't keep."

I then secretly pulled out a grenade, kicked her in the vagina making her wince as I wrestled the gun away, held her down, and put the grenade in her mouth. She was panicking as I wouldn't let her go and had my finger in the pin. To my surprise as well, my tattoo on my hand was glowing as well covering my body as well as The Postal Filly and the grenade, but I didn't have time to wonder why I had to end this now! I pulled the pin and the glow got brighter.

"I regret nothing."

BOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!