Title:           Of Chaos and Ponies PT2
Author:          AMedicalKrabbyPatty
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/sr16gKYn
First Edit:      Monday 9th of December 2013 08:21:31 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 5th of April 2015 11:41:23 AM CDT

>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.