Protection Ņ̴̨̛̜͔̻̮̼̫̙̹͍̖̞̜͕͗̃̐̐͋͐̊ͮ͗̽ͭͬͤ͐̾ͤ̎̒̊ë́̆̅͗̾̅ͣ̈ͭ҉̷̪̯͙̭͕̘͔̲̥̝̳̳͍̮̮̯́g̷̴̡̦̳͔̭̤̣̱͆ͧ͗ͬ͆͗̿̓́͂́͛ͣ̾ͬͤ̑̚̚͠ͅl̢̡͈̦̘̀̏̊̑͗ͩ̽ͬͤ̅͟e̸̬̺̜̣̟͎̭̜̙͍̱̻͛̓ͭ̂ͬ́ͪ͢c̶̨̨̟̪̭̰̩̻̲̼̤͐ͮ͛̂ͣ̊̌́̿͑̾ͩͬ̉ͨ͘͠t̴̨̛̓ͤͯͭ̍͜͏̺͍̜͓̬̞͚̣͓͚̠̞̺͕̤̻̥̮͖ ----- Accent-reduced version

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Protection Ņ̴̨̛̜͔̻̮̼̫̙̹͍̖̞̜͕͗̃̐̐͋͐̊ͮ͗̽ͭͬͤ͐̾ͤ̎̒̊ë́̆̅͗̾̅ͣ̈ͭ҉̷̪̯͙̭͕̘͔̲̥̝̳̳͍̮̮̯́g̷̴̡̦̳͔̭̤̣̱͆ͧ͗ͬ͆͗̿̓́͂́͛ͣ̾ͬͤ̑̚̚͠ͅl̢̡͈̦̘̀̏̊̑͗ͩ̽ͬͤ̅͟e̸̬̺̜̣̟͎̭̜̙͍̱̻͛̓ͭ̂ͬ́ͪ͢c̶̨̨̟̪̭̰̩̻̲̼̤͐ͮ͛̂ͣ̊̌́̿͑̾ͩͬ̉ͨ͘͠t̴̨̛̓ͤͯͭ̍͜͏̺͍̜͓̬̞͚̣͓͚̠̞̺͕̤̻̥̮͖

“Guys?” Babs kept staring at the empty table as she heard the echo of her own voice fading away in the darkness. “Where did dey go?” She tilted her head and scrunched her face, displeased about the absence of her friends.

Unsure what to do now, Babs trotted back to the entrance of the diner and peeked outside. “GUYS!” she shouted out into the hallway. Once more, her voice got reflected off the walls and echoed back into her ears. As she didn't get an answer again, Babs trotted out of the diner completely. “Dey must have gone to search for an exit, but why without me?” she mumbled as she proceeded down the hallway back into the direction of the sleeping night guard.

Around her, the mall was still quiet. There were no sounds of her friends, neither their voices nor their hooves on the tiled floor. The silence made it all the more easy for Babs to hear the sound of shattering glass that suddenly sliced through the darkness. A second later, she could hear thumps. One, two, three, four and five. Babs followed the sounds, perking up her ears in attentive concentration. She didn't have to go far before she saw small, black silhouettes and the light of the moon shining into the mall through a broken window.

“Are you nuts?!” a voice found its way into her ears. “This mall has a night guard, if he hears us, we're going to get busted!”

The voice gave Babs chills. Before she could step into the moonlight and reveal herself, she stopped in her tracks and immediately trotted backwards. Her effort was in vain, though. Before she could hide, lights flashed up and pointed right at her. A collective gasp of surprise from five different throats rang out.

“Babs Seed!” the voice from earlier addressed her, making her flinch. “What is the foul and dirty excuse of a filly that you are doing here?!” The voice was searing and its eagerness to insult her was proof for it that its owner was quite used to doing that.
Babs kept stumbling backwards, but the five colts in front of her followed her swiftly.

“I-I got just lawcked in hea by accident when the mall clawsed!” she spoke in her defense. “But what are you doin' hea, huh? You brawke intaw the mall!” Immediately, Babs cursed herself for voicing her observation so carelessly. She brought her forehooves to her mouth and pressed down on it tight.

“She has, like, seen everythin',” another colt leaned in to the one who had just spoken to her.

The colt at the top of the group nodded grimly. “Oh, I know already!” he snarled. “But she's not going to tattle on us, peeps! Flashing a vicious grin, he reached behind his back and zipped open a backpack he was carrying, not leaving Babs out of his sight. Babs' eyes widened in horror as she saw how he pulled a long, sturdy metal chain out of it. It glistened menacingly as the moonlight fell on it.

“N-No!” Babs almost tripped over her hooves as she stumbled backwards faster. As the other four colts pulled objects out of their backpacks, as well, one of them a similar chain, the remaining three a long knife, a club with crooked nails in it, a lighter and a can of hairspray, Babs did not waste any more time with flinching in horror. Instead, she did a leap forward, which surprised the five colts, and galloped past them in the fastest speed she managed. “They're not gettin' me, they're not gettin' me!” she thought in panic as her hooves thundered over the floor.

Behind her, though, the could hear that her hooves weren't the only ones that tormented the floor. “Don't be scared!” it came from behind. “You already know some of these weapons from the schoolyard, Babs, not like you aren't familiar with them!” Mocking laughter rang out in response to the statement.

Babs increased her pace. “I just need to get to the night guard, I hope I can wake him up now!” she muttered under her breath.

Luck wasn't on her side, though. One of the five colts, their leader, was clearly faster and soon, he had galloped past her. He cut off her path and Babs skidded to a halt, fear dictating her reaction as he swung the chain through the air, menacingly. A moment later, the four other bullies caught up with her. One pushed her down to the floor immediately, his club leaving a sharp pain on Babs' flank as it came down on it.

The colt wielding it sat down on her. His weight pressing her down, it was impossible to escape for the young filly. “L-Let me go!” Babs whimpered. “Guys, I swea, I won't be tellin' anypony!”

The colt who was sitting on her laughed loudly. “Where would be da fun in dat?” he asked. To underline his words, he lifted his right hindleg and brought it down hard on Babs' head. It got pressed down onto the floor by the colt's hoof and pain began to spread out in her face.

“P-Please!” Babs pleaded, tears streaming down her face now. “I won't tell anypony what happened, I swea, I swea!” Her voice sounded muffled now, but the panic still came through clearly.

The colt laughed again. He lifted his hoof off her head for a second, only to bring it down again much harder. He proceeded with smashing her face against the hard floor, repeatedly. Waves of pain flashed through Babs' face and nose. Eventually, she felt a warm puddle soaking her face as blood began to shoot out of her broken nose. Her injury created amusement among the bullies, as all five were laughing loudly now. Gone was their fear of alerting the night guard, it was too much fun for them to see her suffer.

As their laughing fits had subsided, the leader trotted closer to Babs, still swinging his chain. He gripped her head under her chin and pulled up her face so she had to look at him. His mouth twisted into a wicked grin as he saw the blood that was smeared over her face and the fresh supplies that were still leaking from her nose. It increased as he heard the drops hitting the floor.

“Maybe you will tell somepony or maybe you will just piss your coat and be quiet,” he deducted. “But why would we take the risk? We're not going to youth prison because of you freak!” After the last words had left his lips, he spit into her face. A gooey mess of spit and yellow snot got mixed in with the blood. Then he punched his hoof onto her right eye, making her cry out from the impact. Her eye turned black immediately and began to swell shut. “You're not going to tell anypony. You're not going to tell anypony anything ever again.”

Babs' eyes widened in horror as the colt began to cackle in glee. As he was finished, he turned around and waved one of the other colts over. It was the one with the lighter and the hairspray. “Let's have some more fun before we blow her lights out,” he commented the gesture. The other colt nodded. He bent down to Babs, turned on the lighter and brought it close to her face. Letting it linger there for a minute, he gave Babs the opportunity to watch the flickering of the flame. As he deemed that it had been long enough, he held the flame at her cheek. Babs screaming, he watched in delight how the flame was burning the short hairs on it and how her skin turned brown, then black afterwards.

He was just about ready to move the lighter to a different spot of her face, as he saw a shadow coming closer from the corner of his eyes. The others saw it, as well, and the bullies moved their heads into the direction of the unwanted visitor.

Babs did her best to crane her aching head into the same direction. As she had succeeded with the task, her eyes lit up with hope and joy, recognizing the two ponies that stood there.

“Mom! Dad!” she shouted. “I'm so glad you're hea! Dey trapped me and hurt me!”

Her dad nodded. “We've seen, Babs. We are here for a while already and have watched.”

The meaning of the words not yet dawning on her, Babs smiled as the voice of her dad washed over her. “Te' dem to stop!” she shouted.

Now her mom talked and she shook her head while she did so. “No, Babs, we won't.”

The answer came so swiftly and was spoken so naturally, that the sheer surprise over it knocked the fear out of Babs. “Why not?” Babs asked, her response sounding just as natural. “Don't you see what they're doin'? Dey broke my nose, gave me a black eye and burned my cheek!”

“We have seen it.” It was her dad again who spoke now. “We just don't care, Babs.”

Only now, Babs noticed how apathetic and emotionless his voice sounded. It brought the fear back and it creeped down her spine like somepony was moving an icecube over it.

“W-Why?” Babs asked, new tears shooting out from her eyes. Her parents did not respond anymore, they only stared, with cold eyes.

“HAHAHAHAHA!” the leader of the bullies broke out in unrestrained laughter. “Looks like there isn't any help to expect from them, huh, Babs? What did you do? Forgotten to clean up your room?” The remark found broad approval and once more, the group erupted into laughing fits. At the peak of his mood, the leader punched Babs' lip with his hoof. It popped open immediately, letting a fresh stream of warm blood pour out.

Whimpering loudly, Babs looked at her parents again, but they still didn't move. Their eyes showed no emotion and no care. They did not even blink. Babs buried her face in her forehooves and erupted into loud cries. She could not look at them anymore.

Noticing the movement, the colt on her back climbed off and freed her. To him, it was clear she wouldn't try to run away anymore now.

The colt with the knife approached her now. “I hawpe we can still have, like, some fun with little Babs befawre we finish heh awff!” He snickered.

“Sure thing!” his leader confirmed. “What do you want to do?”

“Somethin' special.” He grinned and licked over his lips. Gripping his knife harder, he brought it down on Babs' back and sliced it open, cutting deep wounds into the flesh. Then he stepped away and reared up. He reached between his legs and grabbed his member with one hoof. “Hawldin' it in for ar while ahready,” he said simply, then a stream of warm, yellow piss left the tiny hole at the tip of his member. It soaked Babs' coat and filled up the bloody trenches the knife had left.

The urine burned in her wounds and Babs cried out in pain. Feeling helpless, she looked at her parents again, her eyes pleading them to help. But they just turned around, wordlessly, and began to trot away in a slow, pathetic tempo.

Behind her, the colt was finished with using her as a toilet. Babs retched as she smelled the stench of his piss on her coat. “Ahright. Now you can, like, kill heh,” the colt announced, his voice sounding just as careless as the voice of her parents had sounded before.
His friends nodded collectively.

“You heard him,” their leader spoke to Babs. “Time to blow out your lights before you become a snitch.”

Babs' eyes widened in horror once more, but now, she had lost all energy to fight back. She buried her face in her forehooves, quietly accepting her fate.

The leader stepped away from her. “Alright, let's end this bitch and then do what we came here for. Let's just make sure there is nothing left to identify her.” Next to him, the colt with the hairspray and the lighter nodded.

Her heart just as broken as her nose, Babs felt no care for herself anymore. She had resigned to her fate by the time two metal chains and one club came down on her head repeatedly. She whimpered and cried out in agony automatically as the weapons teared out flesh and parts of her mane, as her head popped open at different spots and gave free look to the bone of her skull, but something inside her had died already.

The last thing she should feel was fire. As her head was nothing but a bloody, almost unrecognizeable blood pool anymore, the colt with the hairspray and the lighter stepped up last. Holding the lighter close to her mane, he set it on fire by spraying over the flame. As it was burning brightly, he did the same with her tail.

Babs wasn't feeling much. As the flames began to devour her face, her legs and her upper body, she had nearly passed out. The laughs of the colts who had succeeded with torturing her to death became quieter and quieter, as her parents kept trotting away, still not looking back at their daughter who burned alive behind them.....