Author's Note

Can't say I didn't warn ya

DO NOT READ THIS

9/7/22

Creilin National Airport, Creilin Cannem

Fluttershy walked through the airport with her luggage in tow. She was dressed in business attire, a white dress shirt tucked into her dark blue skirt that was just above her knees, a dark blue business jacket with one button hooked at the center, a red necktie, open-toed high heels, small pearl earrings, and a silver cross necklace. She had long flowing pink hair that draped past her shoulders, she was short and thin with clear yellow skin, she almost always wore a bright smile and had piercing teal eyes.

But right now she didn't hold her bright smile, she instead had an expression of nervousness. Fluttershy had anxiety, it wasn't bad but it made her extremely nervous on planes. She wouldn't have panic attacks or anything but she could never get comfortable, she would be anxious throughout the entire flight. Her flight to Cannem was awful for her and her associate, she sat in her seat breathing heavily and shaking almost the entire time.

Fluttershy decided to go to one of the bars at the airport and stopped at the first one she came across which wasn't far from where her flight would load at. The bar was out of place, it looked more like a bar she would find in Mississippi, the walls were wooden and rustic, there was sawdust on the floor, a pool table in the middle, and a jukebox in the far corner that was playing "When it Rains it Pours" by Luke Combs, there was even a Confederate Army Flag on the wall next to the Cannem National Flag, depicting a silver sword behind a gold cross.

She sat on a black leather bar stool in front of the bar. A young man with dirty blonde hair came up to her, He was a fairly average height man with a stocky build and a wispy mustache. He wore a black t-shirt depicting a skeleton with long hair playing an electric guitar, dark blue jeans, and faded cowboy boots. He spoke up in a deep thick Scandanavian voice:

"HELLO, tell me, what do ya want to drink love?"

"Um... I get very nervous on planes and would like something to help me relax, b-but I don't want anything really strong though" Exclaimed Fluttershy

"I have just the thing love" he reached below the bar and pulled out a jar "This'll really help, and it's non-alcoholic"

It was a fairly large glass jar with a metal lid, an average jar. But the substance looked weird, it was milky white and had a sort of glow to it. The man grabbed a round glass from under the bar and poured some of the substance into it.

"Drink it, love," he said smiling as he pushed the glass towards her.

Fluttershy shuffled nervously and crossed her legs before picking up the glass. She sipped from the glass, filling her mouth with the cool, sweet liquid and let it cascade down her throat. Upon swallowing her first sip she took another, and another and another until the glass was empty and she looked much more relaxed. The man still held his smile as he leaned on the bar.

"Flight 55 to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport is departing in ten minutes, all passengers must board now," said a young woman over the speaker

"OH GOODNESS" shouted Fluttershy "I GOTTA GO"

She ran from the bar and through the airport and finally reached the loading area. It was outside the terminal, near the runway. All it was was a staircase leading into the massive white and red aircraft. It was a KRAS Mark II/54, it had a large rounded nose, a long tubular body, and six engines, four on the wings near the center and two on the shorter wings closer to the back.

Its windows went about 3/4 the length of its body and stopped at the second set of engines, at the end of the plane, there were men using a conveyer belt to load luggage into the cargo hold. Fluttershy stepped into the plane and sat down near the middle of the plane. The seating area was large and spacious with cushioned leather seats and wooden armrests, at the front was an archway separating the flight attendant area and door to the cockpit from the seating area.

The cockpit was higher than the rest of the aircraft and was accessed via a ladder. At the back was a single door leading to the fairly spacious bathroom with a door inside that was only accessible from the outside by crew in the luggage area. The final passengers boarded and the pilot and copilot followed, going up into the cockpit. A male flight attendant locked the entrance door and walked into the resting area.

Five minutes later the engines began to start up, their massive propellers spinning slowly at first, but picking up speed, letting out a low rumble.

"Please strap in, we are now taking off," said the pilot over the intercom as the plane rolled forward towards the runway

Normally she would feel the most anxious here, but she felt more relaxed than ever, it was almost like she wasn't there, she just sat backed and relaxed. Before she knew it, they had reached cruising altitude.

"Afternoon lass," said a voice interrupting her relaxation

She turned and saw a man, he wore a gray Under Armour Jacket, an Iron Maiden The Trooper shirt, blue jeans, and black and neon New Balance sneakers, he was a young man in his early thirties with bright red hair and a bright red beard.

"H-hello," said Fluttershy timidly

"Where ya from lass?" asked the man in an Irish accent

"Canterlot... Mississippi, but I was born in Ohio" responded Fluttershy seeming more at ease

"I live in New Orleans, but if ya couldn't tell by the accent, I'm Irish I lived in Dublin most o' my life but I moved to New Orleans about five years ago" responded the man "I came to Cannem just to see the history, why are you here?"

"I work for the Confederate Division of Kras, I came here with my business partner, but he's on another plane" replied Fluttershy.

"I work on a tugboat, moving barges and ships through docks, I did it in Ireland and I do it now" Replied the man

"That sounds fun, I really joined Kras so I could design aircraft, it's actually very fun" exclaimed Fluttershy

"I would like to inform all of you that we are now passing over the German Empire," exclaimed the pilot over the intercom

Fluttershy began to cough lightly, a female flight attendant walked by her, she tapped on her shoulder and asked:

"Could I get some water?"

The attendant walked off and came back with an open clear glass bottle and handed it to Fluttershy. Fluttershy gulped it down and handed the bottle to the attendant

"Th-" Fluttershy was cut short with a feeling of nausea.

She rushed to the bathroom and shut the door, leaning over the toilet. She coughed into the toilet sending out a stream of white and viscous vomit into the toilet bowl leaving a disgusting taste in her mouth. She vomited again, this time getting it on her shirt, she got up and left the bathroom and stumbled through the seating area. She gripped her head in pain and let out a scream that was choked out by more vomit.

She looked at her arms, vomit still dripping out of her mouth, they were purple and pulsating. She let out a pained gurgle as her arms shrunk into her sleeves, causing the jacket to slip off her thin body. Her hair began falling out in clumps and her head began to point upwards. Her skirt ripped and a large fleshy sack fell from between her legs. She could no longer scream, only gurgle. Her eyes and other facial features disappeared and a slit formed on the top of her soft head.

She let out a stream of a white, viscous substance from the slit in her face that covered most of the people in the seating area. The plane was forced to make an emergency landing in Rhineland International Airport in Germany. What was left of Fluttershy was removed from the aircraft. She lived for ten days afterward. Fluttershy March 12th, 1998-September 17th, 2022

I told you it was fucking gross and ya didn't listen to me. You will suffer from this image in your mind forevermore and you're to blame for it