Diary of the Dead

The girls faced the threat of one of the most devious minds in the world head on. In a show of courage, they stood together. They were bleeding, broken shells of the girls they’d been when they arrived inside the complex. But if there was one thing they held, it was a great dose of bravery. They were all riddled with bullets. Some had lead permanently embedded in their skin, though they did not know this yet. Still, they stood against Mr. Shy and his entire force. Twilight was busily analyzing the situation and trying to come up with a plan. For, after all, Mr. Shy did not hold the only enormous grey matter in the room.

As for the villain himself, he strode towards the girls while ordering his soldiers to cease fire. It became apparent that he wanted to deal with the threat himself. After losing Torture Rack, he looked as if someone had done him a great wrong. His eyebrows were furrowed in a deep show of anger. Fire seemed to shoot from his very being as he slowly made his way towards his daughter and her friends. But his anger at Torture’s death did not come from a place of deep caring. It came from a place of selfishness and an equally cold heart. He knew that with Torture gone, he had no way to solicit confessions from his captives. This put him in a bit of a corner, and he hated being cornered.

He made his way up to the group of girls and right to his injured daughter. Grabbing her by the throat, he ordered his guards to hold the others back. He slammed her up against a wall with such force that it gave her a minor concussion. But, she was still able to hear, so he bent his head around her and began to hiss in her ear. His breath was sickly warm, and Fluttershy struggled against his grip. He was certainly much stronger than she’d anticipated. Her weak muscles and bones simply couldn’t hold themselves up in his grasp. He called for a lead pipe, and one of the guards gave it to him. He scraped it along her face, all the while hissing directly into her auditory canals.

“I’ll give you one last chance,” he growled softly, “where…is…the…portal?”

“I’ll never tell you,” Fluttershy said, spitting in his face defiantly, “and neither will my friends!”

“UGH! You’re WORTHLESS!” Mr. Shy screamed as he pummeled Fluttershy’s shoulder with the pipe, breaking her collarbone instantly, “ONE MORE TIME, DAMN IT! WHERE IS THE FUCKING PORTAL?!”

“I WON’T TALK!” Fluttershy shrieked, partially out of pain and partially out of determination, “NOBODY CAN MAKE ME! NOT YOU, NOT MOM, NOT ZEPHYR, NOT ANYONE! YOU’LL NEVER DRAG IT OUT OF ME!”

“Alright,” Mr. Shy said, surprisingly loosening his grip on his daughter, “if you won’t talk…then maybe I’ll just have to convince you to talk.”

With that, he whipped out a pistol and, faster than anyone thought possible, fired directly at Sunset. She took the bullet directly in the face and crumpled to the floor. Fluttershy watched in horror as one of her best friends bled out in front of her. Suddenly, she kicked her father in the groin and hobbled over to where Sunset was. The other girls fought off their guards and they picked Sunset up. Thankfully, the bullet had lodged itself in her cheek. Mr. Shy, despite his smarts, had never been the best marksman. So, the girls grabbed Sunset and began to make their way back towards the exit.

“OH, NO, YOU DON’T!” Mr. Shy roared when he regained his footing, “SHOOT THEM! KILL THEM!”

The guards began firing on the girls again, riddling them with even more bullets than before. Things began to go fuzzy for Rarity, Pinkie, and Rainbow Dash. The fashionista even fell to the ground multiple times. But the girls picked her up and they kept fighting towards the exit. Unfortunately, Mr. Shy found his pistol again and charged at them. He grabbed Rarity and ended her life with one bullet to the brain. Pinkie ran ahead of him, and he shot her in the leg, causing her to fall. Another bullet ended her existence. But still, the surviving girls kept their hope up and fought all the way to the exit.

But Mr. Shy fought as well, and he managed to get around in front of them and block the door with his own body. He gnashed his teeth at the injured friends, sending shivers down their spine. Somewhere, their minds registered that Rarity and Pinkie had not survived. But all the same, they knew they had to keep going. Not just for themselves, but for everyone else. If Mr. Shy got the location of the Equestrian portal, then everyone in the world might be in danger. Who knew what would happen if he got ahold of Princess Twilight’s magical relics or stole power from the very castle of Canterlot itself?

“Let us through, Daddy,” Fluttershy growled, “we’ve got nothing more to say to you.”

“You aren’t in a position to threaten me, Fluttershy,” Mr. Shy snapped, “I’ve got a numerical advantage, a positional advantage, and a psychological advantage. See? That’s what happens when you have friends instead of a blind collective group. You get attached to them. You see their dreams come true. You uphold their unique talents and abilities. But when it comes to raging battle…where are they? There they are…” (Here, he pointed to the bodies of Rarity and Pinkie) “…dead! Useless! Fucking useless! Now, you’ll cry and moan and my guards will be able to deal with all of you. But in the collective, everyone does what I tell them to do. They are puppets and I am the master ventriloquist. My wife and my son are learning to become ventriloquists themselves. Then…there’s you. Oh, Fluttershy…I tried to teach you. Never turn your back on the family.”

“I have a family,” Fluttershy said, nodding at her friends, “and they mean more to me than anything in the world. Yes, you’ve taken two of them from me, and I hate you for it. But, at the same time, I also know that I must escape this horrible hellhole…for them.”