Brotime - Chapter 7: Part 3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyNo05t0pJM

>Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness since taking Applejack out

>Her unconscious form lay on the ground a few feet away from you

>Every few minutes she'd release a moan and twitch once or twice

>You freaked out when this happened. She was pissed enough you knocked her out once

>And you managed to do it again, while being exactly where she wanted you no less

>You can only imagine the rage that will ensue if you don't get the fuck out of here before she wakes up

>She'll do worse than rape you

>I mean, shit, she just said she was gonna buck the shit out of you before you bopped her one

>At least you got your pants back on

>You sigh

>There's gotta be some way out of this place

>You look around. On the wall to your left is a line of barrels

>On your right a thin wooden tool rack above a workbench on the wall

>The wall on your left is closer than the one of the right, unfortunately

>You think you can see bolt-cutters on the tool rack

>You stand and step over Applejack, making sure to keep the chains from touching her

>Alright, so far so good

>Almost there

>You're stopped by the wrists. The chains are too short

>You can't reach the tool rack. The closest you can get is about four feet away from the workbench before the chains hold you up

>You step over Applejack again and move to the barrels

>Thankfully you are able to reach them

>You open one to discover water

>A sudden thirst overtakes you

>You dip your mouth into the barrel and drink until your thirst is quenched

>You then wipe your mouth and sit back against the wall

>Your stomach grumbles

 

"HNNNNGH!"

>The chains aren't budging

>You pull against them with all your might, but nothing gives

>You fall on the ground defeated, the clinking of the falling chains mocking you

>Is there any way out of this hell?

>Applejack stirs again

>You hold your breath and wait

>...

>She stops moving

>You can barely hear her breathing thanks to the deafening silence

>You begin to think

>Is there any way to keep Applejack knocked out?

>Y'know, besides clobbering her again with the hard metal wrist-bindings and risk damaging her worse

>Your vision drifts to the water barrels

>...

>...

>Applejack's not that hard to drag

>All you would have to do is pick her head up and stick it in one of the barrels

>Probably hold it there for a few moments

>She'd struggle, yes, but just waking up she wouldn't have a chance to retaliate

>She'd be gone before she even remembered how she got there

>...

>You shake your head

>C'mon, the bitch doesn't deserve death. No matter how many rape attempts or beatings she gives you

>Not to mention the hate her friends would have for you when they found you with Applejack's corpse

>...-If- they found you...

>Wait...

>The barrel lids

 

>You scramble to the barrels and grab one of the lids

>You step over Applejack and get as close to the workbench as you can get

>You take aim at the bolt cutters and throw the lid

>It barely misses the bolt cutters, but the tool rack moves back and forth momentarily

>It's hanging on the wall

>Meaning it can be knocked down

>You swiftly move over Applejack, grab a few lids and move back to your previous position

>You throw one, it hits the tool rack on a corner

>This acts like a hammer on the nail holding up that corner, embedding it into the wall completely

>The tool rack's corner falls on the workbench but it's still held up by the nail in the other corner

>Alright, you've got three more lids left. This must work

>You throw one, missing the tool rack completely

>Alright, focus. You throw the next one and hit the tool rack. The nail might've been pushed back a bit but nothing major

>Last chance

>You stare at the corner for a few seconds before throwing the lid

>It connects with the corner...but doesn't fall

"Motherfucker!"

>You yell as you kick at the work bench

>You kick the air over and over again out of anger

>Your wrists are now behind you, held back by the bindings, as your lower body goes forward while you kick and kick

"Whoah!"

>You fall on your back as you kick one more time

>It connects with the wooden boards underneath the work bench that brace the legs

>This causes the tool rack to fall off the nail and topple over the workbench

>You see the bolt cutters fall towards your face

 

>Thankfully the collision wasn't enough to knock you out

>Even better all that noise didn't wake Applejack

>It did give you a nasty headache, though

>You rub your head before grabbing the bolt cutters. You step over Applejack and sit on the ground

>You move the chain of your left wrist bindng between the blades of the bolt cutter

>You then pull on one end with your chest supporting the other

SNAP

>Success. Now for the other wrist

>You reverse the method, placing the chain on your right binding between the blades and squeezing the handles together

>This one is a bit tougher

>You squeeze with all your might until...

SNAP

>"Wha...Hu?...What the-?"

>Oh shit

>Applejack's awake

>And judging from her last couple of words she knows you're escaping

>You throw the bolt cutters at Applejack and run towards the stairs

>Skipping steps,you jump up the staircase and pick up the board blocking your escape

>You push the door open right as Applejack begins her ascent. It's dark outside

>You then shut the door and wrap the chain from the ground around its handles and pull, bracing for impact

>Applejack charges the door, nearly forcing the chain out of your hands

>You quickly grab the padlock on the ground and lock the basement, trapping your assailant

>You catch your breath as you lean against the house

>Applejack continues to charge at the door

>"When ah get outta here (BAM), ah'm gonna teach ya a lesson (BAM) ya'll won't soon forget!(BAM)"

>You flip the bird at the basement door with both hands as you walk backwards

"Good luck getting out of there, ya fuckin' psycho."

>You walk to the porch of the Apple residence and knock on the door

>Granny Smith answers

>"Howdy there, young'n! Why..you look like ya been through tha desert 'n back! C'mon in and let Granny fix ya right up."

>She was right. You had scrapes on your body and you could feel your cheek swelling up. Not to mention you were shirtless

"Actually Granny, I was hoping I could talk to Big Mac."

>"Oh, ain't he at yer house?"

>Granny must've left the party early

>The party's still going on

>At least you hope it is

"Um, yeah. I forgot. Thanks Granny!"

>She waves you off as you sprint down the road to P0nyville

 

>You're out of breath as you reach your house

>It looks...dead

>No lights

>No music

>No p0nies

>Nothing

>You open the front door to find the place cleaned up and your furniture back where it belongs

>This is the last thing on your mind, though, as the realization hits you hard

>You missed Spike's birthday party

>It was at your house, and you missed it

>You walk upstairs and fall on your bed

>You begin to tear up

>You roll over and shove your face in a pillow and begin to sob

 

 

 

 

>It's morning

>You cried yourself to sleep last night

>You roll over to greet the sun

>As usual, its blinding light annnoys the hell out of you

>The fuck, man...

>Why'd she have to go that far?

>Sure you knocked her out, but she's done the same to you on several occasions

>But this time...this time was much worse

>She had you in a sadistic trap and punished you with no remorse

>Bitch is crazy, man

>How you're going to make this up to Spike and Pinkie, you don't know

>They're probably really pissed off at you for missing the birthday party -you- planned

>You really hope your bro isn't in super-rage mode towards you

>You don't know if you can lose him as a friend

>He's the coolest little brother ever

>And you've never had one before

>You always saw relationships between brothers portrayed on anime or television, but you always wanted to experience that

>The feeling of accomplishment when helping Spike get his special somep0ny was pure bliss

>And the happiness you felt when he called you his best friend

>You almost cried in front of him

>Then there's Pinkie Pie

>She's more than likely hurt that you would skip out on the birthday

>You told her once before you'd dance with her at least once

>It's not really your thing, but she was persistent and made you promise to do it at Spike's birthday

>You swear you can hear her reaction in the back of your mind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mT4FgC0kNA8

>Wait a second, you're not imagining that

>It's muffled, but you can hear Pinkie crying

>You jump out of bed and race downstairs to see her color-drained straight-haired form sitting at the kitchen table with Spike and Twilight

>It breaks your heart that you caused this by not showing up

>"I don't know where he could be! He wasn't home, anywhere in P0nyville, the Everfree forest, or Whitetail Woods!"

>She starts sobbing again

>You tear up as you realize it

>She's not devastated because you broke a promise

>She's devastated because you were missing

>You walk to the kitchen archway, Twilight and Spike too busy consoling Pinkie to notice, and knock on the wall

>The three look up to the origin of the sound

>Pinkie's bloodshot eyes light up as her color returns

>Her smile widens. When it reaches its peak her mane and tail poof back up

>You're knocked on your back as she tackles you in a death-hug and kisses your face over and over again

"Glad to see you too, love."

>"Where were you! We looked everywhere around P0nyville! I was so worried! I almost went to Canterlot in search of you!"

"You would've gone to Canterlot just to look for me?"

>"Of course, silly! I was so worried about you! You still haven't answered my question."

>She looks at you expectantly

"If you would be so kind to release me before you break my ribs, I would gladly fill you in."

>She smiles and lets go of you. You get up and sit at the table

>You hang you head and release a deep sigh

"Applejack..."

>Spike gasps

>"What'd she do this time?"

>Twilight and Pinkie give him a confused look

>"This time? Anon, what's going on?" Twilight asks with a raised eyebrow

"Well...ugh.  This isn't going to be easy."