- >As the ponies leave, you begin to feel more and more helpless.
- >They were your last line of defense despite three of the others being among them.
- >There is nothing standing between Eris and your body.
- >Let’s face it.
- >You can’t keep your guard up forever.
- >She’s a fucking deity.
- >You are outclassed, out gunned, and alone.
- >It is going to happen eventually.
- >You aren’t going down without a fight, though.
- >You look over at the draconequus who is currently sprawled across your couch.
- >Which is now on your ceiling.
- >Eris is watching a deathmatch taking place between a lamp and a coffee cup.
- >Both of which now have arms, legs, and are armed with swords.
- >Oh, great.
- >She seems to have made herself at home.
- >Your rapist notices you and waves to you like a good buddy before pulling out a bucket of popcorn and turning her attention back to the battle raging across your front room.
- >As your turn away and head for the stairs, you hear a metallic clang and a tiny sword cuts away some your hair before embedding itself into the wall.
- >You almost pissed yourself.
- >...
- >Oh shit, you almost pissed yourself.
- >You run your ass upstairs and to the bathroom.
- >You didn’t realize how bad you needed to go but oh boy, you do now.
- >Just before disengaging your pants, you look around the room suspiciously.
- >Judging by the sounds of struggle downstairs, she is busy making more of your household items kill each other.
- >On that note, you undo the zipper and let out a steady stream of yellow liquid into the toilet.
- “Ahhhh...” you sigh in relief.
- “Mmmmm~” comes another voice.
- >Eris has her chin resting on your shoulder while she is eyeing your junk.
- >You react accordingly and freak the fuck out.
- >While pissing.
- >Needless to say, you sprayed everything including yourself.
- >Walls, shower curtain, floor, sink, but not Eris.
- >Of fucking course.
- >That would be too easy.
- >Now you have to clean this shit up and you are pissed.
- “What the shit?! Look at what you made me do!”
- >The demon looks to you as if struck, now sporting a top hat and monocle.
- >”What I made you do? How dare you accuse me of doing all of this?” she motions to the entire room by flailing her arms, “I will have you know I was merely observing a fine piece of art before you went into a tiz and soaked everything with it. Who is to say I‘m at fault because said art is attached to your person?”
- >...
- >You don’t have the patience for this.
- “Eris?”
- >”Yes, honey?”
- >Hone- what the hell?
- “Get the fuck out while I clean this up.”
- >The chimera shakes her head.
- >”Sorry, Puddles. No can do. From what I’ve seen of this place already we can’t have you cleaning anything. I, unlike you, have no intentions of living in a dump.”
- >Puddles...
- >”I’ve already started on the downstairs. Why don’t you go make yourself useful and take care of the hedges?”
- >She is now dressed as a french maid.
- >Kay then.
- >fucks < -1
- >You head downstairs to find it much cleaner than when you had left it.
- >The floor has been mopped.
- >Things have been dusted.
- >Air freshener sprayed.
- >Huh, it’s not half bad for the work of a rapist.
- >You then spot a framed picture on the wall..
- >A terrified you with Eris just over your shoulder.
- >...
- >Whatever.
- >You’ve got a yard to do.
- >Equipped with hedge trimmer, you begin to work on the bushes outside your house.
- >These things hav-
- >...
- >What the hell are you doing?
- >You don’t take orders from anybody.
- >You take a look at the trimmer and throw it on the ground.
- >You’re adult, man.
- >This is your house!
- >You can do what you want!
- >Upon entering the front door you see the recently cleaned living room.
- >Not wanting to live in a dump, eh?
- >You can show the bitch a fucking dump!
- >You take the nearest object and throw it to the ground.
- >Your eyes scan the contents of your home and you proceed to start smashing everything you see in a blind rage.
- >So many things to throw on the ground.
- >Like this.
- >And this.
- >And this
- >And even this.
- >After an untold amount of time, your rage burns itself out and you are left standing over a pile of destroyed items as the dust settles around you.
- >Breathing heavily, you survey the destruction and are impressed.
- >Holes are smashed into the wall and ceiling.
- >You no longer own furniture.
- >So many windows are broken that your house will likely flood if it rains.
- >You haven’t checked the weather scheduled, either.
- >It then occurs to you that you will have to fix and replace almost everything.
- >But you are too tired to really care.
- >You look out your broken living room windows and see that it is dark out.
- >You don’t know what time it is but sleep is now the only thing on your mind so you weakly stumble up the stairs.
- >Your bedroom is pitch black save for the moonlight coming in through the windows.
- >Its just enough light for you to strip down to your underwear without hurting yourself.
- >You stretch out and yawn before crawling into your warm and inviting bed.
- >It has been a long day and you are ready for some shut eye.
- >Your eyelids become heavier and you begin to drift away into slumber.
- >...
- >”Goodnight, John-boy.~” Eris whispers in your ear.
- >Your eyes shoot open.
- >Be Anonymous, roommate of female Discord.
- >These are your stories.
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Of Chaos and Ponies PT2
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