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.
Gloomy clouds flew over Ponyville, as another day set its end. The sun timidly escaped from view as the night marched forward, encompassing with darkness everything and all that stood on its way.
As birds withdraw to their nest and the few nocturnal ponies start their night, the peace of the night seemingly muffles the lively sounds of the day, making this mare’s gallop ever so noticeable as the crunching of her hooves hitting the cold gravel path echoed through the buildings decorating the nightly landscape.
Carrying her saddlebags full to the brim, Redheart made her way back home, with a tired face and a steady pace.
Her house’s old and heavy wooden door opens slowly, creaking all the way as if whining to be left alone by the mare who pushes it open. The main room awaited for her entrance, it was small and cozy, if not a bit messy. A bed laid in the middle of the room, a sofa against the wall beside a table and some chairs, a door to the kitchen and one to the bathroom. It was no luxury suite, but it was enough for her needs.
Without hesitation, the mare tosses her saddlebag onto a nearby chair and crawls onwards to bed, head first, eyes closed.
A sigh escaped her, along with all the stress and anguish her job gave her. It was in moments like these, that she could almost feel his warmth.
Every day was just the same, work, home, eat, sleep, eat, repeat. She never realized just how tiring it all was, how could she endure it in the past?
The routine that was taking such a toll on her was not even an alien concept, but the life she had been living for as long as she has been in Ponyville.
Every day she would come back home, just to be bombarded by thoughts carrying all of the problems, all of the anguish and all of the stress she went through at the hospital; Not even the spa could help her. Worst of all, when she did get but a moment to use her mind herself, all of the debts and the crippling loneliness which had been lurking her shadow these past few months would ambush her and take her down.
Redheart sighs, as she turns on the bed, staring at the ceiling. A sudden thought fills her eyes with tears, as her chest starts to burn:
“If only I had never met him” She shields her chest with her hooves and attempts to speak; A sob comes out, and she finds herself turning back towards the mattress and burying her face on the pillow.
“I-It would b-be better” The sobbing took over her words, as her emotions took her body. It was yet another night of denial for her to withstand.
