- >Wake up.
- >Triple S as usual.
- >Sat at table eating Applejacks.
- >Glance down at watch.
- >Fluttershy is late by ten minutes.
- >Oh man this isn't good.
- >Sneak up to door and open carefully.
- >No yellowquiet in sight.
- >Now you're really freaked out.
- >Instead there is a suitcase on your front step.
- >You know all too well what this could entail.
- >Slowly drag back inside.
- >Damn this thing is heavy.
- >zip open the top, as slowly as time would allow.
- >No dangerous gases.
- >No sudden traps.
- >BEEP BEEP BEEP
- >Oh god.
- >It's a bomb.
- >A fully armed bomb is currently situated in the centre of your living room.
- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A BIKE!
- >You yell at the top of your lungs.
- >You only have 5 minutes left.
- >Rezip it as fast as possible, haul onto back.
- >Peg it down the road as fast as you can.
- >You pass by twilight on the way.
- >"Hi Anon!
- notimetoexplainthereabombonmybackjesuschristhelpme
- >You manage to stammer out while blazing past her.
- >She looks at you, raising a very suspicious eyebrow.
- >Not that you noticed, you were already halfway to sweet apple acres before she responded.
- >Bolt past Applejack like a fucking cheeta, nearly blow off her stetson.
- >Eventually make it to the edge of the everfree forest.
- >Not sure how much time you have left.
- >Fuck it.
- >You hurl the bomb like a pro.
- >It soars through the air before landing behind a line of trees.
- >You take off in the other direction.
- >It explodes.
- >And god damn does it hurt.
- >You're flung at least 5 metres by the shockwave.
- >You land face first in the dirt.
- >Your body screams at you.
- >You are in agony.
- >Half the forest just got uprooted.
- >You don't notice the yellow menace approching from behind.
- >"Are incredibly stressful situations your fetish Anon?"
- W-why in hell would that be my fetish fluttershy?
- >Half the forest is vaporised.
- >Zecora is probably dead.
- >Not to mention the Animals that lived there.
- >Fucking fluttershy.

