- >You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
- >Your mangled ear is rubbing roughly against the net you are dangling in.
- >Your tail aches from its recent break.
- >The white furred monster is holding you in his sorry stick.
- >He seems to be smiling at you.
- >”Don’t worry little guy, I’m not going to hurt you.”
- >You struggle a little bit, the net wraps around you.
- >”Nuuuu…. Nuuuuu!... NUUUUU!!!”
- >You start to thrash.
- >The man stumbles and you land roughly on the ground.
- >You jump up and try to gallop away but your legs tangle up in the net.
- >The man gets his footing and picks you up again.
- >You shout in rage and start to bite the net.
- >The man is walking to his wagon box.
- >You realize he intends to lock you in the sorry box.
- >You scream in anger and start to thrash at the net with your horn.
- >One of the strands breaks!
- >The man is struggling to hold you up as he opens the sorry box.
- >You keep thrashing, another strand breaks, then another.
- >You push your head forward and it fits through the hole.
- >You see your chance and start wriggling out.
- >”What the… hold the fuck on!”
- >The man sees what you are trying to do and quickly puts you in the sorry box.
- >You quickly get out of the net and look around.
- >The man jerks out the net.
- >You see the top is open.
- >You hunker down and jump for the top to get out.
- >Pain shoots through your face as the lid is slammed down hitting your nose.
- >You lay stunned on the floor of the box.
- >You feel yourself shaking a bit as the box starts to roll.
- >”I’ve been trying to get as many of you as I can.”
- >You stand up trying to get your bearings.
- >”I don’t know who those exterminators are but they have killed a lot of your kind.”
- >You look around, the box is dark with light beaming in holes around the top.
- >”I’ve been working over to catch as many of you guys as I can. Believe it or not-“
- >”AHHHHH!!!” you buck the side of the box.
- >”Whoa!” the man grabs the wagon before it tips.
- >You start randomly bucking and ramming the box.
- >People start to start at the animal control man as he pushes a wobbling and shaking wagon box.
- >”I’ve never had a fluffy fight like this.” He says pushing it to the van.
- >You look at the air holes.
- >You see his shadow over one side of them.
- >You jump and jab with your horn.
- >You hit nothing.
- >”Fuck! You’re a feisty one!”
- >He runs and grabs the handle and drags you again.
- >You ram your horn randomly in the air holes with no results.
- >You charge and try to ram the side of the box.
- >The box is too thick to stab through and you just crumple from the impact.
- >Your neck has a sharp pain from your head being forced down.
- >You roll on your back and kick randomly in frustration and give a shout.
- >You get back up and jump trying to stab the roof of the box.
- >You barely hit it.
- >You start to kick the sides.
- >The box rocks but doesn’t tip.
- >The box stops, “Ok, here we are. Trust me, no one will hurt you.”
- >You hear a click and the sound of the side door of the van opening.
- >”WET DEADMEAT OUT!” you slam your body into the side.
- >The box tips and falls.
- >”Fuck!”
- >The top slightly opens, but the hinges are at the top now and the lid closes back.
- >You try to nose it open quickly but the man puts his foot against it closing it back.
- >You shout in fury and start to buck the door.
- >”Damn, you are the first fluffy to fight like this!”
- >The box rights itself, you hear the man grunting.
- >The box is moving again, “Just get in there!”
- >The box goes rolling.
- >You tumble a bit on the inside.
- >It stops, you are laying on your side.
- >You get your bearings and see the top is now down.
- >You run out, you are in the back of a van, it has carpeted floors and a few cages laying in the rear.
- >You turn and see the man in white fur.
- >He is leaning against the door huffing, his face is beat red.
- >You two lock eyes.
- >It takes a second to register that the side door is still open.
- >He grabs it and start to slide it shut.
- >You run and jump as fast as you can.
- >The door slams shut.
- >You land hard and open your eyes.
- >You are out of breath and looking straight ahead.
- >You are staring at the vans roof.
- >You didn’t get out.
- >……
- >It is as if a blanket of silence falls on the park.
- >The animal control man leans against the van and wipes sweat off his fore head.
- >…..”waaaahhhhh…”
- >”…pwease wet Deadmeat out….”
- >”….Wahhhhahhhhahh…”
- >”Deadmeat nuu wan go way….”
- >……
- >”Waaaahhhhhhh! Deadmeat sowwy!”
- >There is a soft sound as you pad at the door.
- >”Deadmeat nuu mean make mustas mad, pwease wet go!”
- >”Deadmeat nuu wan go way! Pweae! Pwease wet Deadmeat goo!”
- >”Boohoohooo…Deadmeat wike dis pwace…”
- >”WAAAHHAHHAHAHHAAAHH! WAHHHHHHHH!!!”
- >”..he get munsta fwuffy…”
- >The man looks up, “Hey big guys, I know you want to hug him but… well fuck me…”
- >In front of him, dozens of fluffies are walking out from bushes and out from the tree line.
- >They start to form a large circle around the van.
- >They still keep walking out, none making a sound.
- >They just sit and watch.
- >”WAHHHH! Deadmeat wan stay, nuu wan hewt udder fwuffy! Boohoohoooooooo…”
- >The man just looks around at the growing herd of fluffies just staring at him and his van.
- >He looks at the eerie site, even the squirrels are lined up on braches watching.
- >He sees a small group of fluffies in the distance, looks like a Pegasus flanked by about six fluffies.
- >Snuggle Wuggle looks on, “Gud fwuffies get biggest owchies… or go bye bye…”
- >Your anguished wails fill the air as the man staggers to the front of the van.
- >He nervously climbs in and starts the engine and starts to drive off.
- >You still cry and futilely hit the door that will not open.
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Deadmeat Chronicles: Must Get Away
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