Darrel sighed as he picked up his picket fence that read, "It was Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve!" and grabbed his hat that declared, "GOD HATES QUEERS."

He felt proud to wear and wield such items, but today was a little different. Anonymous had just penetrated their firewall that was protected by God and their personal information was flowing like blood across the internet. It was a bad deal forever one involved in the Westboro Baptist Church. They were an strong group of Christians, no matter how stupid the rest of the world was.

He had found himself in the Church after a number of protests that were advertised on the Television. He had just bought one in the cottage he was currently living in. He was so inspired by the Protesters that he wanted to join them. After a year of membership, he finally felt alive. He then joined the Klu Klux Klan and became one of the most prominent members in the group. They had fun roasting things together. Hanging pamphlets around the town(mostly on trees). These organizations had allowed him to fellowship and feel loved and accepted. He loved to share his thoughts on faggots, blacks, Mexicans, Towel heads, and every other race with almost anyone he saw. If they back talked him, he would show up at their house in his favorite hood and bed sheet to scare them. It worked almost all the time.

"Darrel, you done get your sign an hat?" His wife was at the bottom of the stairs, tapping her foot impatiently.

"I gottem darling, I just a minute ya know?" He stared pensively across his room, thinking about what was going to happen today.

"Dear, we gotta show them pony queers God's wrath! Now come on and grab your shotgun. We gotta teach some queers a lesson." There was a hint of urgency in her voice that stirred up his inner bigot and called him to his senses.

"You're right dear, these Brony faggots don't deserve God's love." He stamped down the stairs, grabbing his shotgun along the way.

"That's right, lets show em!" Dana, his wife, trailed behind him, chuckling under her breath.

As they left their cottage and climbed into their truck, Darrel was reminded about why he moved to New York in the first place. In the countryside it smelled beautifully, and was a great place for Klan meetings as well.

Ah New York, he though, I love you so much

He put the keys into the ignition and the car sputtered to life. Dana grabbed his hand and held it, and he stared back into her green eyes.

Dana was his sister, and Darrel had long admired her from when she was 12. When she was 16, he ran off with her and got "married" in Arkansas. After 2 years of avoiding the police and their parents, they moved to New York where the prospects of becoming the Grand Wizard of the area were pretty high, and where the Westboro Church had some influence.

As they pealed away from their cottage in the wood, the could smell the fire from the Klan meeting just the night before. What a meeting that was.

"Darling, do you know where to go?" Dana inquired.

"Yes I do! Manhattan to some Brony Faggot Convention thingy. Those Bronies is not natural and should be wiped off that face of God's green earth." There was some obvious resentment in Darrel's voice, but it was God's calling to him to destroy the unnatural.

Hours passed, and the Taylor Swift songs kept on repeating and repeating and repeating until finally Manhattan was insight.

"We're almost their dear! So close!" Dana was exuberant. She finally could be used as God's hand in the world. A tool for justice.

"Now, we're supposed to meet the others around that convention center. Lets go." Darrel floored it, heading towards that very convention center. 20 minutes passed, and the natural couple finally arrived at their destination.

He could see the others from his Church all ready to go. Big Joe was in his Ford rocking a shotgun. Johnny was in the bed of Big Joe's truck with a rifle. They all flashed Darrel a smile.

Darrel smiled back, and stepped out of the crappy truck that he had stolen. He grabbed his shotgun and the others followed suit.

"You ready to kill some queers?" Big Joe asked.

"You bet. I'd kill anything pony related right now." Darrel coolly answered.

They could see the stream of happy teenagers entering into the convention center, all wearing brightly colored shirts with various ponies depicted on them. That sight filled Darrel with rage.

"Come on. Lets go!" Darrel leveled his shotgun, ran towards a young boy, probably 16, and fired.

Noting happened.

The boy looked in shock,and the crowd stopped, stared and screams split the air as more round were fired.

But none of them hit.

"What the hell?" Darrel spat on the ground, looking into the barrel of his shotgun.

"Why aint it..." BAM! The shotgun fired, spewing bits of Darrels head all over the ground. Dana screamed and the others panicked and ran back to their trucks.

In Darrels mind a voice called out.

"Sir, please wake up."

"Ughghhghg." was his only reply.

"Sir! We need you to wake up!" A rough object pushed him. His eyes cracked open.

He could see a sliver of color. A little purple and pink.

His eyes widened just and bit and he saw what had pushed him.

It was a hoof.

Darrel shook his head and stared at the owner.

It was a pony.

"Hello! Welcome to Equestria!" The purple pony said, smiling at the human in front of her.

"OH SHIT! NOT ME!" Darrel screamed, and fainted.
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Darrel's eyes once more flickered open.

He was immediately bombarded with colors from a world he thought did not exist.

"What the hell is this.." he murmured, very confused at his surroundings. He was in a library, with things people told him were called "books". He had never read any, while except for the pamphlets the Klan handed out at the monthly meetings. But those weren't really "books". They were novels.

Darrel shifted around, staring around the massive book place and took note of his surroundings.

He was in enemy territory and he must survive.

"Oh, he's finally awake!" A purple pony ran up to the waking Caucasian.

"Get away from me you dirty fag pony!" Darrel screamed, pushing away from the charging mare.

"Whats a fag?" the pony asked, turning her head sideways in an inquisitive stare.

"You is a fag!" Darrel said, pointing a shaking finger at the unicorn.

"No," the pony said, "I am Twilight Sparkle. But what is this word?" She again gave Darrel a puzzled look, as if he had an answer for her.

"A fag is something that isn't natural. Like you pony things." He was still backed up in a defensive mode that Twilight immediately identified as a stance primitive creatures took when they felt threatened.

"Well, I am sorry you feel that way," Twilight began, "can we still be friends?"

Darrel was shocked. He had never had a friend before. Well except for his sister/wife. But he wasn't about to make friends with a pony fag.

"Never!" Darrel shouted.

Twilight looked downtrodden and turned to leave.

"Can I at least have your name?" She said, tears in her eyes.

"Ya sure, it's Darrel." He said coldly.

He listened until the clopping had stopped,and began to plot his escape.

Author's Note

Well, this isn't what I usually write about. I hope you enjoy it though!