My little werewolf

A/N: alright everypony, this is a preview of one of the two, that's right, two, sequels i will be writing for this story. this specific one begins where the story left off with the sad epilogue. on a side note, if anyone wants me to use one of their OC's in either sequel, just let me know in the comments or via private message, let me know the details, and i'll see what i can do. Enjoy!

This was it….. My final moments… again. I had lost everything. Everything I cared about, taken away from me in a single moment. Three years of therapy and drinking couldn’t take away the pain…. But I knew one thing that could. A bullet was an amazingly simple thing…. So small… and yet.. So deadly. I hadn’t used a gun the first time, because I knew my parents would want an open casket funeral. But this time? I didn’t give a shit about what anyone else wanted. Not anymore. Every full moon, I turned into a ravenous monster, who killed and ate without a care in the world…. And I didn’t care. I had been waiting for the day the guards would finally put an end to me, but they never could. There were occasionally blue moons, and I would still go on a rampage, tearing ponies limb from fucking limb until the guards showed up. I wasn’t gonna let them kill me, though. Fuck no was I gonna do that. Even when I didn’t try, they couldn’t kill me. Oh well, I’d do what they never could… but an end to this beast…. Or at least that’s what I thought I’d do. I had a flintlock pistol(because they have fucking TV’s, but they can’t make god damn semi-auto. Like that makes a shit ton of sense.) and I rammed it under my jaw. Yeah, I rammed it. You know why? Because I didn’t give a fuck. Anyway.. I pulled the trigger… only to be met with a loud click!… which pissed me off. “Fucking miss-fire.” I grumbled to myself.

“It might work better if you put it to your temple. The gun powder tends to pour out unless you’re holding it level.”

“Oh yeah. Thanks……” I said, before I realized someone else was in my house. I quickly turned to see, standing in the middle of my living room…. Discord. Yeah. He’s back from the dead.