Deadmeat Chronicles: Deadmeat vs Rooster

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.

>You have got used to your attached horn.

>You have just got finished playing tickle chase with Charcoal and the one other fluffy in your pen.

>The wounds on your shoulder and leg have healed and only give you a twinge every once in a while.

>You are getting ready to rest and start to walk back to your hay nest.

>Suddenly the pen is kicked, “Looks like you are making me money now killer!”

>You turn and see the monster with the black fluff on his face.

>You get into a defensive stance, “Why yoo hewe?”

>”Because I’m a big better! It doesn’t have much in the way of upward mobility and advancement, but selling meth is a good career choice, lots of money.”

>He reaches into his bag and throws something in front of you.

>It smells good.

>”It was brutal how you killed that other fluffy the other week.”

>“What dis?”, you walk toward it and poke it with one of your hooves.

>”It’s a hamburger, eat up you little cannibal. Think of it as a present for making me money.”

>You nibble a bit then start eating.

>The brown vegetable taste different but you like it.

>”You need protein to keep up your strength.”

>You finish and set back still keeping an eye on the monster.

>”Yea, I was telling everyone at the bar how you beat ten other fluffies. They loved hearing about it.”

>He sees Charcoal behind you, “So is that your bitch there?”

>You look back at Charcoal, “Fwuffy no bish, she fwuffy.”

>”You know, some ways I envy you fluffies. You wanna fuck you just fuck. You never had to sit through a chick flick.”

>You get confused, “Wha chik fwik?”

>”You’ll know dude, the bitch will be crying all the way through it.”

>He turns to leave, “I’m expecting you to make me money tonight.”

>He walks away and you set back.

>You hear the crowd cheer, that means they will come for another fluffy soon.

>Charcoal hunkers down saying something about bad huggies.

>The other fluffy is babbling happily while throwing hay in the air.

>You see the two legged monsters walk toward your pen.

>One looks in, “Congratulations, the boss decided that you guys don’t get new arrivals.”

>”He wants his top killers not to get connected.”

>He looks down at you, “You guys have lasted the longest out of any fluffy.”

>He quickly reaches down and grabs you, “Let’s see if we can fix that!” he growls.

>You are carried roughly to the arena.

>You are placed in, you see several puddles of boo boo juice on the floor being soaked up by the dirt.

>”Holy fucking shit ladies and gentlemen! Ten seconds! Killed that last useless asshole in ten seconds!”

>The crowd is stomping sounding like a stampede.

>The silver furred monster raises his hand and the crowd gets quiet.

>”And now for a treat, the last fight of the evening… We have a modified fluffy to fight!”

>The crowd goes wild again.

>”Place your bets folks, how long will he live? No fluffy has ever gone longer than a minute!”

>”How long until he bleeds!”

>You are looking around the pen, you see no other fluffy.

>”Ok the bets are in and… wait a minute… someone bet that he would win!”

>The crowd roars with laughter.

>”Its ok folks, anything is possible. Some people gamble recklessly!”

>”Let’s start it! Bring in the rooster!”

>Suddenly you see a monster you have never laid eyes on before placed in the pen.

>It is strutting around on two legs and when it sees you it starts to run toward you.

>You find yourself terrified, “Munsta!”

>You turn and run but you can only run in a circle and the rooster cuts you off.

>You lower your horn and puff your cheeks, “Stay way!”

>The chicken lowers its head and puffs its neck feathers.

>”Deadmeat gif munsta owchies!”

>The bird doesn’t listen and starts to peck your horn.

>You poke back trying to get it to go away.

>There is a sudden flurry of feathers and you feel its feet just miss scratching your face.

>The bird’s talons shoot down past your cheeks.

>You jump back and see it still is puffing its neck feathers.

>The bird extends its wings making it look bigger.

>You charge the monster trying to stab it with your horn.

>There is another flurry of feathers as the bird goes over top of you.

>You spin to face the bird feeling your left eye start to burn.

>The bird somehow cut you above your eye and blood is seeping into it.

>The rooster is starting to come back to you.

>Your head starts to twinge as you think about what it is doing.

>You stab a few times and the bird jumps to avoid it.

>You realize you can’t keep up with this feathery terror.

>You think how it cut your eye and sliced down next to your cheek.

>The bird is coming in.

>You think that the bird is coming from one way to hurt you.

>There is a flurry of feathers again.

>You whip your head up.

>You feel a tug on your horn as the bird flies over top of you landing behind you.

>You caught the bird at the bottom of its neck causing blood to pour out.

>The animal weakly crawls around and starts to floppily move toward you.

>You face the bird and charge, your horn down.

>The bird can’t dodge as you ram your sharpened attachment into its back between its wings.

>You pull out and look down, “Deadmeat say munsta to go way!”

>It tries to lift its head.

>You step on it until it quits moving, “Deadmeat gif biggest owchies.”

>Silence, there is no sound.

>The silver furred monster is staring with its mouth open.

>The monster with black fluff on its face jumps up in the back, “Fuck yes!”

>The silver furred monster finally speaks, “Well, this is different… I never expected to say this but…”

>He hops into the arena and picks you up, “Here is your winner!”

>Cheers and boos come from the audience, “I guess the guy who bet on this fucker to live wasn’t such a dumbass after all!”

>You take a moment to look around seeing all the chairs and aisles.

>You are carried back to your pen where Charcoal hugs you as soon as you are put down.

>You hug her back smiling, you feel good you beat a monster.