Slow, soft, lethal

As Fluttershy walks away, you can't help but feel like screaming. You want to run after her, grind her to a pulp, and finally end all of this bullshit. Who cares if she's an "Element of Harmony" or a Rainbow Ranger or whatever the fuck she is. She's gone too far. Drugging you and Redheart to rape you in your sleep? And then make herself pregnant with your child because of it?

Setting aside any questions regarding pony biology, because this world is fucking weird and you can't rule out any possibility at any given time, you decide that your best course of action at this time is to regroup and recover. Redheart needs to be brought into the loop. Now.

As you turn towards the stairs, you glance upon the shotgun resting just beside the door; A dark scenario plays in your head. You turn back towards the door, eyes filled with death.

Brandishing the weapon, you feel it’s forend between your fingers, every nook and cranny that made up its structure; You held it delicately as if it would break by the sightless whiff, your free hand caressing its way towards the trigger.

CHIK-

Fluttershy stops on her tracks, her body visibly trembles as the pony hesitantly turns towards you, the gaze of a madman upon her.

CHAK-

As you release the forend, the cartridge is now in position. You can see the panic take over her, as her face contorts in ways you never saw before. A sense of power grows within, followed by a grim cold shiver, and a horrible warmth developing in your stomach, which rises over your throat.

The pegasus turns, extending her wings, but it is far too late.

As your finger gently fondles the trigger, your heart beats faster, a bright flash of light consumes the silhouette of the mare. Your eyes close, your ears ring and your stomach revolves. You don’t want to open your eyes, to face the horror that just took place; the newspaper will report on it later.

You close the door and throw your weapon to the side, time flows slowly.

You hear the faint sound of hooves hitting wood under the horrific ringing in your ears, soon enough Redheart shily creeps down the stairs, her face consumed by anguish.

You can't help but smile as you look into her eyes, a pang of deep guilt filling your very soul. You want to embrace her tightly against your chest and tell her everything will be alright, you want to feel her soft warmth to repel all the coldness in the air, but all you feel is a growing tightness on your chest, followed by the warm sensation of tears rolling down your face.

Why are you crying?

Why can’t you stand up?

Why

Why

why

Today he accepts what’s coming

No matter if good or bad

Even if it means losing it all

He's gonna bite himself and endure

The battle arrives

It crashes on him

How can he escape?

He wants the answer

He knows it’

He feels contented

Even if that role is no more

His life stops with his heart

And his chant starts to play

His friends cheer

He knew how to be salt but also honey

His dance plays along

Slipping is no good

The war was over

His feet grounded

His mind soothing

And his hand on his heart

His sentence was no more

Anonymous was sentenced to death at the electric chair in ponyville's central detention facility.

The execution took place the next day at 0 hours. Upon the inmate's request, close friends were allowed to witness the execution, from which, N.H. had to be escorted out of the room, suffering from a nervous breakdown.