Title:           Deadmeat Chronicles: Motorcycle Fluffy
Author:          BadFicWriter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/GeRaZZLd
First Edit:      Saturday 21st of July 2012 02:11:12 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 21st of July 2012 02:11:12 AM CDT

>You are a maroon unicorn fluffy with a light green mane.
>You are free.
>After so long you are free again.
>You have stopped under a bush and filled yourself on fresh nummies.
>You roll in the grass.
>You look at the trees happy to be alive.
>You wonder back to your bush and sit down and stretch.
>Alone.
>You glance at the empty spots beside you.
>You decide to move on.
>You remember that the black hard path was beside your old home.
>You start to follow it.
>You hear a loud noise coming from behind you.
>You run to the woods and hide.
>You see several two legged monsters come up on two wheeled vroom vrooms.
>One jumps off, “I saw a little fucker, I know it.”
>He sees you watching from behind a tree, “There he is!”
>He starts to run toward you.
>You turn to run away but he catches up quick.
>You turn and try to stab with your horn but he is able to grab you by your nape and carry you out of the wood.
>”Found a feral! What should I do with him?”
>The other two legged monsters are standing at the hard black path.
>”Cut him up!”, “Force feed him his own guts!”, “Make him eat his own shit!”
>They are all laughing while you kick your legs uselessly in the air.
>You throw your head back but can’t hit him with your horn.
>He walks up to his motorcycle and pulls a knife out of one of the saddle bags.
>”Today just isn’t your day is it?”
>He pulls his arm back and someone grabs it.
>”Holy shit! It can’t be!”
>You look over and see the monster with black fluff on its face.
>”Dude, it’s the killer!”
>The man with the knife looks over, “The one who killed ten other fluffies? This guy?”
>”Yea! Made a shit ton of money off him. Don’t kill him man, I kinda owe him.”
>The others seem to lose their blood lust, “Well, if he made a brother money…”
>”On top of that I think the police are trying to gather all the fluffies from that place, he’s on the run!”
>”Shit man, I can’t let him go without doing something. I hate these guys!”
>The man holding looks at you, “But being on the run from the po po makes you better in my book.”
>The man gets a smile on his face, “I know…”
>He puts the knife away and pulls out a battery powered soldering iron.
>”I see what you’re doing dude, hold on.” The fluffy faced monster says.
>He pulls a bottle with amber colored liquid in it.
>He leans your head back, you start yelling angrily and as you do he pours some in your mouth.
>”That will make it easier.”
>The liquid burns your mouth, you can’t help but to swallow some.
>Your body starts to feel warm and numb, you have a hard time saying your words and you can’t move your legs.
>”Whoa, he’s nice and docile now.”
>The monster lays you on your back and you feel him spreading the fluff on your chest.
>Searing pain shoots through your chest.
>You scream but can do nothing to stop it.
>The man gets up, “Since my bro vouched for you, but if I see you again I’ll kill you.”
>The fluffy face monster looks down, “You branded him with 2%?”
>He starts his motorcycle, “He still ain’t in the one percent.” He says then takes off.
>The fluffy faced monster picks you up, “Looks like you’re with me for a bit.”
>You look at the fluffy faced monster with apprehension.
>”Don’t worry dude, I don’t bite the hand that feeds me. I made a shit ton of money off you.”
>”You can’t stay around here so I’ll carry you to my next drop off.”
>You are too woozy to really pay attention.
>”Don’t think you want to be put in with the meth.”
>He placed you in his vest and starts to take off.
>You feel the wind in your face, it’s exhilarating.
>You allow yourself a smile.
>You don’t know where you’re going.
>But you know the arena is now far behind you as you head to your future.