My Little 2-4-5 Trioxin

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Rating: mature
Tags: Spoiled Rich, Violence, Dazzlings, Death, Human, Bright Mac, Filthy Rich, Horror, Adventure, Equestria Girls, Crossover
Length: 3287

Bright Macintosh, with the help of some sirens and teenagers, faces hordes of the Living Dead.

It was supposed to be a simple job. A night shift at a medical supply warehouse to help supplement the income for the farm. Bright Macintosh figured that the job sounded simple enough. Just make sure that everything was ready for the delivery drivers in the morning. What he hadn't counted on was discovering an Army cover up that was over thirty years old that would lead to the dead rising from the grave. The dead that was hungry for something he and every other living person has. Brains.

Published 2020-03-29 23:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-03-29 23:40:02 UTC

Uneeda

My Little 2-4-5 Trioxin

An Equestria Girl’s horror Story

Chapter 1 - Uneeda

The gray and brown building was unsightly, but then it fit in well with its neighbors. The small collection of warehouses had long since overtook this section of the city. The single reminder of what had once been was a large ten acre cemetery. The Eternal Rest Cemetery was more or less considered the original city cemetery by the locals of Canterlot City. In recent years the condition of the cemetery had deteriorated to the point that cleanings were done on a monthly basis, and usually only done by the single caretaker that had continued to work for the cemetery.

Still, to many the cemetery was the one small semi bright spot on the more desolate concrete landscape. At least that was what Bright Macintosh though as he leaned against the building. It wasn’t his choice to come to work at this warehouse, but they were simply needing more money. The Farm wasn’t doing as well as his family would have hoped. It was certainly bringing in enough for them to survive, but all it would take would be one bad month and they could be looking at starving, or even losing the farm itself.

It wasn’t as if they were making payments. No, the banks didn’t have an iron claw grip on the farm, but if times got bad enough he knew that his mother would consider the unthinkable and mortgage the property. That, or she might sell a couple of acres here and there to get them by. He didn’t think that she would actually do it. After all, the farm had been started by his great grandfather, then it was passed down to his grandfather, then to his mother, and eventually it would come to him and Pear Butter.

He just wanted to make sure that the farm stayed in their hands, and of course he wanted to pass it on to their children. His son, Macintosh, his daughter Applejack, and their unborn daughter Applebloom. He wanted them to have something that they could love and enjoy. He leaned against the wall of the warehouse, and then he saw a car pulling in. An older man stepped out. He wore a light blue work shirt, his khaki jeans looked worn and used, and his shoes were the shoes of someone not afraid of hard work.

He neared Bright Macintosh with a smile. He extended his hand, “Nice to see you here already!”

He gave a nod, “Thanks Mr. Boxes.”

The older man grinned, “You’re welcome, but come on in. We’re going to get some training out of the way, and then we’ll get you set up for night shift.”

They walked into the building, which Bright Macintosh noticed when the large door opened it almost seemed like a huge mouth opening to swallow them whole. As they entered Stacked Boxes closed the door, and together they walked toward the office. Another man came out, and he was laughing.

“Stacked! Fourth of July Weekend buddy boy!” he laughed.

“Absolutely!” Stacked laughed, “Bet, this is Bright Macintosh, he’s the new kid we hired for the night shift, and I’ve got a couple more hours before I clock out. I’m going to show him the ropes, hand the keys off, and then head home. I’ll see you at the Bar-b-Que tomorrow though.”

Bet Uneeda nodded, walked toward Bright, and put a hand on his shoulder, “Bright, listen to me, and this is very important, no matter what happens… Don’t name it after me!” With that he cackled, walked on toward the door, and left. Stacked laughed.

“That Bet, always such a joker. Okay, follow me.”

Bright followed him down an aisle and he noticed that Stacked was pointing out a few things, “Okay, over here we have wheelchairs, prosthetic devices, canes, and crutches. Lots of orders for these things from Nursing Centers, Hospitals, and occasionally from someone with really good insurance,” he said as he walked toward another isle, “Over here is something that you don’t get to see very often.”

He pointed up to the top shelf and Bright Macintosh noticed the collection of stuffed dogs. He stood there, and Stacked motioned for him to walk to the other side. He did and he could see that the dogs were split down the middle. He stood completely surprised. His eyes widened at what he noticed there. Stacked walked toward him, patted him on the shoulder and looked up at the dogs with him.

“Yep, Split dogs, oh we get a lot of orders for split dogs from Veterinary schools.”

“Wow… How, how do they make them like that?”

Stacked shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly I never really thought to ask. Oh, over here,” he said as he led Bright Macintosh toward an entire collection of skeletons being hung up on a long rack. Bright Macintosh noticed the huge collection of skeletons, and Stacked looked at them.

“So, here we have the Skeletons. Mostly Colleges and Doctor’s offices order them. Sometimes a hospital will, but usually they have some left over from God knows when. So, these are divided into Four sections. C for child, A for Adult, M for Male and F for…”

He looked at Bright Macintosh, “Ummm, female?”

He nodded, “Good. So, let’s fill this order. We have an order from Everton University for one AFPT. Now, I know you probably think that last part means pretty tough, but nope, that means perfect teeth.”

Bright Macintosh nodded, headed toward the sections, found an adult female, picked her up off of the rack, and carried her toward the crate that Stacked indicated. He laid her into it, and then Stacked motioned toward a cardboard box. He lifted it and saw it was full of styrofoam peanuts.

“Go ahead and add some styrofoam peanuts in there and make a nice little beddy bye for this little lady.”

Bright began to add it and Stacked watched him, “More Bright more, Uncle Bet is paying for this, okay that’s good. Now just spread it around in there. Fantastic. You’re going to be great in the warehouse business.”

Bright stood up, and looked toward the skeletons, “Stacked, where do we get all of these skeletons?”

Stacked rolled his eyes, “Zebrifica,” he answered.

Bright looked confused, “Why?”

Stacked shrugged, “Why? How do I know why? Hell, that’s not important. Let me ask you a serious question. How many people do you know that dies with a perfect, pristine set of choppers in their mouth?”

Bright shrugged, “Ummm, nobody I can think of.”

Stacked nodded, “Exactly. I think they got skeleton farms in Zebrifica.”

Bright looked at him as Stacked laughed, “Comeon, last on the tour.”

They walked into a huge freezer and Bright could see a body hanging toward the back. The body was suspended by two large hooks that appeared to be holding it up by its head. He couldn’t quite see how they were used, but regardless it was insane to see a body just hanging there.

“Is that… Is that an actual body?”

Stacked nodded, “Sure is. Colleges order them, and so does the army for ballistic tests.”

Bright studied the body, rubbing his arms against the cold. Suddenly his jeans and t-shirt seemed woefully inadequate against the cold here.

“How many bodies are usually in there?” he asked.

Stacked leaned against the door frame, “Ummm, well, lets see. It’s kind of like the restaurant business, you don’t want your product losing its freshness. Normally we have about eight to ten at a time. Well, we’re expecting a shipment on Monday,” he said before he patted Bright Macintosh’s shoulder,” come on, I’ll show you how to fill out some order forms.”

As Bright Macintosh followed Stacked to learn how to fill out the forms a group of teenagers, not much younger than himself, were walking near a stranded Spoiled Rich. The group neared her, and one of the teenagers moved forward. The girl’s hair was teased out, her jeans and torn shirt sported names of bands that neither Filthy or herself listened to.

“Broke down?” the girl asked in a haulty voice.

Already she wasn’t liking this girl, but at the same time she needed help. Like it or not she was stranded near the warehouse section of the city, and she had wanted to surprise Filthy with dinner, a little during work delight, and then pop back over to their home. She sighed and looked at the girl.

“Actually, yes, I am. I was attempting to go toward the medical supply warehouses. My husband is working in the Rich Family Warehouse. I believe it’s across the street from the Uneeda Medical Supply Warehouse.”

The girl grinned, “Well, as it so happens Aria’s boy toy is coming to pick us up, isn’t that right Aria?”

The girl wearing twin side ponytails groaned, “He’s not my boy toy Adagio! Ugh! He’s just some punk wannabe that likes some decent music.”

The teased out Adagio rolled her eyes, “Whatever, but regardless, he’s coming to pick us up, and I’m sure he could give you a ride.”

Fifteen minutes later Spoiled found herself in the backseat of an old Cadillac Series 62 Eldorado with its top down. The car was loud as it rumbled down the road. They neared the warehouses, and Spoiled noticed Filthy’s car. She sighed with relief as they stopped and she got out.

“Thank you for the ride,” she said as she walked off.

She left and walked toward the Rich Family Warehouse. Adagio looked at the group she was with. Granted, her sisters were there with her, but their current group of flunkies were at least interesting to be with. There was a young dark colored man that was from Zebrifica who went by Spider. There was a young golden skinned girl with red hair. Her shorts left little to the imagination, and the same with her top. There was another girl that seemed to have their fashion sense, her blue hair teased out quite a bit, and her dress matched her hair tone, although it was a stark contrast to her green skin.

“So, what do you idiots want to do?” the driver, a man with a shaved head, chains pierced through his lip and ear, and black leather jacket.

Another boy, with a blond mohawk, wearing a trenchcoat, pointed toward the cemetery.

“Why don’t we go fool around in there for a while?”

“A cemetery?” Sonata asked.

“Ugh, really?” Aria asked.

“Oh, I like that,” the girl wearing the shorts said.

“Suicide, seriously man,” Spider said.

Suicide drove forward, and parked next to the gate to the Cemetery. He walked toward the gate, saw it locked, and opened his trunk. He pulled out a few sticks.

“What’s that?” the redhead asked.

“Road Flares,” he said as he used one to bust the lock on the gate. With that the group walked into the cemetery. Suicide stood there, looking at the trash littered across the cemetery.

“Man, this place is a mess.”

Sonata shrugged, turned on a radio, and let the music echo through the Cemetery. As the group began to mess around inside the cemetery Bright Macintosh was sitting across from Stacked Boxes. The two of them were working on forms.

“Stacked, what’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen?” he asked.

The older man smiled, “Kid, I’ve seen strange things come and I’ve seen strange things go, but the strangest thing has got to cap them all.”

He grinned, “Okay, what was it?”

Stacked leaned back, “Let me ask you, have you ever seen that old movie, Night of the Living Dead?”

Bright Macintosh nodded, “Sure,”

Stacked grinned, “Did you know it was based on a true story?”

“Bull,” Bright said.

Stacked raised his hand, “Swear to God.”

Bright studied him, “How, it showed Zombies taking over the world?”

Stacked grinned, “Yeah, but that’s because the guy changed the facts around. What really happened was the Burrow Chemical Company had created a herbicide for the US army. It was something to spray on weed, or something, as an attempt to win the war on drugs. Anyway, there was a leak inside of a VA hospital, and it leaked down to the morgue.”

Bright looked at him, “Yeah?”

Stacked nodded, “Yeah, really, so it leaked down there and it made the bodies jump around as if they were alive,” he leaned back, “So they told the guy that made the movie if he told the real story they’d just sue his ass off, so he changed the facts around.”

“Well, what happened to the bodies and stuff?”Bright asked.

Stacked smiled, “They gathered those bodies, all of that contaminated dirt, and they shipped it out of there, and they kept it real quiet too,” he put his finger against his lips, “Shhh, real hush hush.”

Bright smiled, feeling as if he was just on the end of some good natured joking, “Sure, if that was true then how do you know about it?”

Stacked grinned, “A typical Army fuckup. They got the orders crossed, and then they shipped the bodies here.”

Bright looked at him, trying to see if there was a hint of him kidding, if there was even a chance of him not being serious, but instead he seemed to be completely serious about it. A moment later the phone rang and Bright jumped, his chair tipped over, and he fell to the floor. Stacked laughed, answered the phone, and then smiled.

“Hi sweetheart, yeah, I’ve got about a little over two hours and then I’ll be home,” he said, “Keep the pot roast warm. Yeah, kiss kiss.”

He looked at Bright Macintosh who was setting the chair back up. A grin crossed his face.

“So do you want to see them?” he asked.

Bright looked confused, “Ummm, see what?”

Stacked laughed, “The corpses.”

Bright looked unsettled, “Wh… What are you talking about?”

Stacked got up, “They’re down in the basement.”

Bright shook his head, “No… You’re messing with me right?” he asked.

“Come on,” he said, as he led Bright Macintosh toward the basement. A moment later they were climbing down, “Watch the second step, it’s a bitch.”

Getting down in the basement instantly Bright Macintosh noticed a collection of about six canisters standing there. Each one was roughly about three foot high, a little more than two foot wide, and Stacked walked toward one. He untightened a couple of hand cranked fasteners on the top and then opened them. When he did he opened the top of the canister. He flipped on a light and inside Bright Macintosh saw corpse with its face pressed against the glass.

Stacked grabbed a rag, wiped the top off, and let him see it without the dust.

“Sweet lord, how long have these things been here?” Bright Macintosh asked.

Stacked grinned, “About thirty years as I recall.”

Bright Macintosh looked at them, “These things don’t leak, right?”

Stacked looked almost insulted, “Leak?” he put his hand on the side of the canister, “Hell no! These things were made by the Army, Corps of Engineers!”

With that he slapped the side, and a weld that was meant to last for the transport, and then the destruction of the canister broke. When it did a stream of yellowish gas escaped the canister and spewed into the room. Bright Macintosh backed away, covered his mouth, and tried to keep from breathing, but the gas covered him, and it made his entire feel like it was on fire. He watched as Stacked hit the floor, and he held his breath, grabbing the older man, dragging him away from the spewing gas, toward the stairs.

He heard the sound of the glass breaking inside of the canister, and double timed it up the stairs as he dragged Stacked Boxes. He stepped over the second step, closed the basement door, and noticed that the entire warehouse had a yellowish tint to it. He felt his lungs burning with the need to breathe. He couldn’t help it any more and he ran toward the door, leaving Stacked behind. He threw open the door and took a breath outside. He coughed several times, his skin hurting more and more. He felt so tired, so sluggish, and he sat down against the warehouse.

He understood on some level that the gas had spread throughout the warehouse, and the door had closed on him. In some small way that door closing most likely was the only thing that was saving his life. He slowly opened the door, after a few minutes, and noticed that the hazy yellowish gas was gone. It had disbursed enough that it didn’t seem to be lingering around anymore. He moved toward the downed Stacked Boxes.

“Stacked?” he asked.

The older man coughed, his salt and pepper colored hair looked matted down with sweat. He looked at Bright Macintosh, “Wh… what happened?” he asked.

Bright looked toward the door, “The canister busted, I got us out, but it looked like you breathed a bunch of that gas in.”

There was the sound of something whining, and he looked toward it, “What was that?”

Stacked got up, “I don’t know, but it still smells like that gas, maybe it's up my nose, or it’s covering everything in here.”

He grabbed a can of deoderizer, sprayed it, and then he stopped, “What the fuck is that?”

They walked toward the sound and saw a dog lying on its side. Bright moved toward it, touched it, and the dog whimpered. He slowly lifted it, and saw the internal organs on the other side. The dog was one of the split dogs from the shelf.

“Oh GOD!” Bright said backing up.

“KILL IT!” Stacked shouted as he grabbed a crutch and began striking the whimpering dog. A few moments later they heard something banging on a door and looked toward the freezer.

“Oh shit! It’s the cadaver!” Stacked shouted.

“What’s wrong with it?!” Bright asked as panic began to take him.

“I don’t know, but it sounds sore!”

Bright looked at it, “What do we… We need to lock it in!”

Stacked nodded, ran toward the door, shut the latch, and put the combination lock on it. He closed it right before the door jolted in place. Stacked shook as he stood there.

“We… We got to do something…”

“The cops!” Bright suggested.

“The cops? Do you know what the cops would do to this place?” Stacked asked.

“Okay… What about the number, on the canister? The one that said in case of an emergency?!” he asked.
Stacked looked at him like he was an idiot, “That’s the army! We can’t have the fucking Army here! Think! Think!”

“I am thinking, and this is your fault!”

Stacked looked at him, “Watch that tone if you like this job!”

Bright looked at him, “Like this job? Like this job?! After today I’m quitting this job!”

“God just think!”

Bright looked at him, “What do you want to do?”

He looked at him, “We’ll call the boss,” with that he walked into the office. He took a seat, smoothed out his hair, and took a drink of his now cold coffee. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

“Bet, this is Stacked, we have a little problem.”

Author's Note

(AN: While I'm waiting for my coauthor to finish the chapter on Lord of Ragnarok I thought that writing a little horror story would be fun, and why not make it a crossover with one of my favorite horror movies, Return of the Living Dead. Hope that you all enjoy!)