A Mad Man in A Filly's Body

When morning came all I could do was look at myself in the mirror, but instead of my reflection looking back at me, I saw what I had been.

"I know now just how dangerous you are Postal Filly."

"I thought we agreed on the name Postal Bloom."

"That wasn't until I remembered my REAL past you son of a bitch."

"Hehehahahahaaaa. Fine. Then it's settled. Call me the Postal Filly."

"I won't let you take over my mind you psychotic reincarnation of the Postal 1 Demon!"

Suddenly I wasn't feeling right.

"I don't feel so good..."

"Yeah, withdrawals a bitch ain't it?"

"AUUUGH!!!" I screamed in pain as I held my chest from the pain, "Health Pipe my ass! That stuff is addictive!"

"Hehehe. Don't you be worrying about your sensitivity snowflake. I'll be out of your hair soon enough."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"I'd tell ya but that would be no fun. But I will give ya a parting gift, THINK FAST!"

I suddenly screamed in pain as I fell to the floor with an overwhelming headache.

"YOU UNDERHANDED BITCH!!!"

All I could hear was the Postal Demon's laughter before Big Mac, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Granny Smith came to my aid. All I could hear was their cries asking me if I was okay before I once again blacked out from the pain.

I awoke to find myself lying on skulls and looking like my old human self again. Then as I began to get up and look at my surroundings, I quickly found myself in what looked to be a manifestation of the Postal 1 menu screen. That was when I saw her though. Postal Bloom, or should I say The Postal Filly looking like her EQG Apple Bloom counterpart only with a red bow and wearing the Postal III Dude's outfit.

"You." I growled

"Hehehe. Welcome to the darkest part of your mind Justin." The Postal Filly laughed, "This is where I manifested."

I instantly gave a shocked look.

"You didn't think that I was just something Discord created when you made that deal, did you? No. I'm the manifestation of the darkest part of your mind. I'm the thoughts you constantly suppressed. Your urges to maim, kill, harm, this is where I resigned."

"But I-"

"You honestly thought that playing Postal 2 was helping you calm yourself? You're dumber than you look. Playing that game never helped calm you down mentally, you know that. No. It was when you tried the original Postal and Postal Redux that you were truly calming down. You know that for a fact. Postal 2 could only satisfy you so much, but Postal was where you TRULY started being at ease with yourself no matter how much you tried to deny it. Hearing the sounds, watching as you slaughtered everyone to the voice of the demon cheering you on."

"QUIT IT WITH YOUR DAMN LIES!!!"

"Lies? Me? If anything your more the liar to yourself. I'll tell you what, let's make a deal. If I win a one on one against the both of us, you HAVE to tell the truth. If you win, which I HIGHLY doubt, I'll let you continue living on this fantasy that Postal 2 was what calmed you down."

"Either way you're never gonna quit until you've completely taken me over have you." I growled in response

"Nope."

"Let's get this over with then."

"And to make it fair, I'm gonna be sticking with the Postal 1 weapons along with the Redux exclusive Revolver. But you get only two weapons per group. Er, excluding the napalm one for very obvious reasons."

"Question, could a S.M.E.G count as a Toxic weapon?"

"Uh.... I guess? Why?"

She soon found out WHY. She barely had enough time to dodge an attack from my S.M.E.G. and switched to the lever action shotgun.

"Clever girl..." Postal Filly commented before having to dodge another attack

All she could do was dodge my attacks as I kept unloading my ammo. Eventually, I switched to Stynx and unleashed the torrent of hellfire towards the Postal Filly, but I soon found myself on the receiving end of a fire attack as The Postal Filly switched to her Flamethrower and attacked. I ran from the flames as fast as I could, but even in the darkest part of my mind I ran out of breath quickly and was relying on my body's natural adrenaline to keep myself from becoming Kentucky Fried Justin. But once the flames died down and The Postal Filly found out she ran out of ammo I tried to take my opportunity to strike back with the Stynx.... only to find out I was out as well.

"STUPID DEODORANT SPRAY!" I cursed before quickly running from The Postal Filly as she pulled out her AA-12 and attacked

Luckily I managed to dodge and run out of the way in time to hide behind a pillar and pull out the MP5. Switching to fully auto mode I jumped from the pillar and attacked. The Postal Filly screamed out in pain as she was hit but quickly managed to run away before pulling out her Beretta Moel 12 and attacking back forcing me to go back on the run as well. It was this back and forth contest all throughout the fight. Whatever weapon she pulled out, I pulled out the equalizer and so forth. She did manage to get a few hits in on me with her weapons, but so did I with mine, until I pulled out the one weapon I KNEW she didn't have. The Weed Whacker. Was using it in a gunfight suicide? That's not a question. It IS suicide! But I did it anyway. As soon as I had a clear shot I went in for a charge only for her to jump and kick me in the face hard enough to send me flying into a pillar and knock me to the ground. When I tried to get up I heard a click and saw her pointing the revolver at me.

"Bleed."

I closed my eyes only for her to not shoot.

"I win."

I sighed and got up.

"Okay... your right... Postal 1 DID give me more satisfaction over Postal 2."

"Was that so hard?"

"Fuck, you. The only reason it did was because of the way it played. It truly felt like I could just let go and kill to my heart's content in all kinds of different ways to truly vent my anger. Postal 2 is amazing, I'll say that, but Postal 1 is honestly the game I prefer if I'm gonna play a game to help me vent stress."

"Hehehe. But it's too late to come to terms with your past now. I'll be out of your hair soon enough."

"Wait what are you talking about?" I asked

Suddenly I had another headache and blacked out once again.

I awoke to find myself in the hospital once again, only this time I was in the bed itself and not covered in castings. Applejack and the others were busy hearing the news from the doctor. From what I could tell, they didn't find anything wrong with me and I must've passed out from the pain.

"ougghh...." I groaned to get their attention to the fact I was awake

"It looks like our patient is awake."

"Justin?! Oh, Justin, we were so worried about you, are you alright?!" Applejack asked as she went over to me

"No... no, I-I'm pretty fucking far from alright." I groaned