Prologue

In the beginning there was nothing, and then there was stuff, lots and lots of stuff.
So much stuff in fact that the collective consciousnesses of the universe had a hissy fit and decided to declare its anger by screwing with random peoples lives. Algebra for one, is a prime example of the universe trolling the local populace of whatever universe you are reading this from. If you encounter Algebra in any shape or form, it is advised that you drop whatever you're doing and run. It is also advised that you never drop a baby for in fact they do not bounce upon impact with the floor, or ceiling, depending on whether the universe decided to flick off the on switch for gravity for your planet. You have my condolences for any inconvenience the universe has put you through, just remember that the universe is a fickle bitch and doesn't take kindly to lower life forms creating a ruckus in her Sixth grade artwork project. That's right! you're an art project. Don't question it though, it will only lower your life expectancy rate by Seven years.

• God (aka Morgan Freeman)

Fluttershy Stumbles Upon a Companion... Cube?

"Oh Angel, don't you worry about me." Fluttershy looked down at her chubby tummy remorsefully "You know Mummy needs her walks if she's ever going to impress a Stallion." Little did she know that, somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away, there were beings who would forever do her bidding. But nobody cares about them.

"And, you can't forget Sir Quacks Alot's anti depressants" Behind them a Duck stood unnoticed. He had dark feathers. A stark contrast from his lighter shaded brethren. A small tear slowly ran down his right eye. All he wanted was to be loved. "You know how upset he gets when he doesn't get his anti depressants."

Angel stared at his caretaker with a neutral expression. The kind of expression you replicate when you just can't be bothered caring about the conversations you're sharing with the person in front of you. Angel didn't have time for petty conversations, for he was a Prince... was a Prince, before his trusted adviser tried to murder him in his sleep. Luckily all Princes know the fabled art of Eye-Don't-Know, where in it allows the user to watch people sleep. Nobody knows who created the technique, which is probably for the best.
Luckily! for you I'm the Narrator and the Narrator know's everything everywhere...
get your hand out of your Pants right now young man! I am honestly shocked that you could possibly fathom touching yourself while you-- yeah, I don't care. Touch yourself as you see fit. Anyway, A long, long time ago, during the medieval times there was a Bunny called... uh, Jeff! and he liked to watch the other Bunnies sleep. Now the other little Bunnies didn't like this very much so they ran him out of Bunnyville, that and because he was a faggot. Also, he played Bbox. Not 360 now, they ain't had no 360 yet. This is the past stupid. Anyway, he became Emo, dyed his hair black. Which was a bit redundant seeing as his fur was already black. He also started cutting his wrists, because apparently you can't be an Emo if you don't cut yourself. Now, you might be thinking "Mr. Narrator Sir, why doesn't he just hang out with the other Emo Bunnies?" to which I would reply "Fuck you that's why."
He was obviously ignored by the other Emo Bunnies because he was a Scrub faggot who played Bbox and didn't know real pain. So he killed himself... wait, where was I going with this? oh right, some drunk hobo bum Bunny accidentally created the technique when busting for Bunny coins. The Bunny kingdoms currency at the time. Moral of the story, don't be an Emo faggot, It won't get you anywhere. Just hide your feelings and turn that frown upside down.

Angel suddenly got the feeling he was being watched. His Paws started sweating, his knees went weak, arms went heavy. There's Vomit on his fur already. Fluttershy's salad. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready. Why am I getting flashbacks from the time I watched The 8 Mile? anyway, I might as well tell you where this is going, while Angel has his little little epileptic fit. Its okay for me to say that because I have a friend who has Epilepsy and he's cool with it, so. He saw his trusted adviser try to slit his Bunny throat, but! through the fabled art of Eye-Don't-Know he survived by the hairs on his cutesy chinny Bunny chin... or something. Wait, he was watching himself sleep?! who the hell does that?! *Sigh* whatever, I don't even-- whatever. His family quickly and unceremoniously sent him off to live in the safety of Equestria for fear of his life. He was supposed to make a pilgrimage to his Brothers Uncles half related half Twin... eh? hell, I dunno let's just say they were kinda related. Anyway, he got lost in the fucking Woods. So that just goes to show how well he would do in the Bunny Scouts.

"Angel? are you alright? are you in a grumpy mood again? I'll make you the salad with the cherry on top that you like when I come home, would you like that?"

Angels interest was piqued. Besides, It's not like anyone actually cared about his history.
"Yes, of course I would like a salad you insufferable doormat."

Sadly, the meaning of Angels words were lost in translation.

"Aww, I love you too Angel."

*Facepaw*

Commence hugging immediately.

There was nothing Angel could do as his caretaker went in for the kill. Picking him up and nuzzling him.
He could hear the other Bunnies taunting him already... oh wait, he actually could hear them taunting him already. Snickers and jokes were being directed towards him from across the room, right where there were a group of other Bunnies, behind that group was another group... the females, more importantly, the popular, cute girl bunnies. It was then that Angel came to a life altering conclusion. He was shocked that he hadn’t thought of it before, but now this realization hit him like a freight train. It was the kind of deep, philosophical discovery that one makes very few times in their life:

"I hate everything."

Don't worry Angel, We hate everything too.

"Ok Angel, I have to go so don't forget--

"I don't have time for your petty squabble. Would you just leave already."

"Oh! Angel?!" Fluttershy exclaimed with a expression of shock.

Angel looked up at his caretaker with hope. Hope that she had finally understood him. Finally understood his lack of interest in her pathetic life.

"Rarity's... plot isn't that big. Its stylishly curvaceous is all.

All hope in Angel's beady eye's were lost in that moment. Although he did like the look of that fat pillow. Oh, how he would love to just watch it bounce up and down all day. Maybe give it a-- Woah there Angel, don't take it too far now.

Angel continued to wallow in self pity while Fluttershy continued on her rant.

"Imagine how scandalous! the day Rarity's plot turned into a Marshmallow!"

Wait what?

"I like Marshmallows." Fluttershy said with a blush. "They're... nice."

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep on going you crazy talking horse.

Fluttershy had made it out the door by now, listing off things that he couldn't forget. He payed slight attention after he was sure he had mistakenly heard Napalm somewhere in the mess of Blah's and slightly more interesting, Blah's.

*Slam*

Angel slammed the door shut... what were you expecting? a kiss goodbye?

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"Oh I hope they all play nice." Fluttershy said with worry in her voice as she followed the path leading from her house. "I trust Angel, he can take good care while I'm gone."

Meanwhile...

"Oh gawd make it stop!" Angel shouted as the animals supposedly under his jurisdiction had a rave orgy right in front of him.

And to think. This story hasn't even started yet.

Author's Note

What is this?! I don't even...