Title:           Deadmeat Chronicles: New horn for Deadmeat
Author:          BadFicWriter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/H3wBTxiR
First Edit:      Wednesday 11th of July 2012 09:00:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 11th of July 2012 09:00:00 PM CDT

>You are a maroon fluffy with a light green mane and you have recuperated after your last ordeal.
>You set on your little nest of hay looking over the other eight fluffies.
>Charcoal is nearby resting, there is a break right now from fights.
>She has become your special friend.
>You have been directing play and food rationing.
>Some are calling you smarty now.
>Other fluffies have been approaching Charcoal to give her special huggies.
>You boop the ones who try hard.
>Everything in your pen is orderly.
>Some of the other fluffies challenge you at time but you put down upstarts quick.
>You are humming happily when you hear the two legged monsters approaching.
>You get on guard as they approach.
>The silver furred monster is here.
>One of the fluffies runs up, “Daddeh? Wan pway?”
>He leans over and pets the fluffy, “Not today.”
>He then points at you, “That one.”
>One of the monsters behind him comes over and quickly grabs you by the nape of your neck.
>”Wet Deadmeat go munsta!” You are struggling in his grasp.
>The monster has no emotion in his voice, ”Can’t do it, you should have died in that match.”
>”You’ve been moved up to the big leagues now shit bag.”
>You are carried into a room with a simple wooden table in the center.
>The monster closes the door behind him and places you on the table.
>”Don’t worry little guy, this is going to hurt like hell!”
>He is looking down on you like a dog looking at a snack treat.
>”Don hewt Deadmeat! Deadmeat gif owchies!”
>You try to push up and get away but the monster pushes you down hard.
>It feels like your chest will crush at any second, you are fighting to breath.
>”Don’t fight it asshole, it will go faster.”
>You see them bring a cone shaped thing forward.
>”Don’t worry, it’s a composite, almost no weight.”
>”It won’t hinder you too much and will stay sharp.”
>You feel them start placing the device on your horn.
>”Wha munsta do? Weave deadmeat awone! Go way!”
>You renew you efforts to get away but the monster grind his knuckles into your back.
>The pain is excruciating.
>After they set the prosthetic on your horn the talk again, “The only real bad thing is it has to be put on with pop rivets!”
*Pow*
>Pain!
>It feels as though your skull is splitting.
>The pain shoots through you like a liquid cone hurting from your head to the tip of your tail.
>You kick back in reflex pushing yourself out of the monsters hand.
>You are pushing yourself backwards, your eyes shut from the torment.
>You are still pushing with your legs even when you fall off the table.
>You hit the floor with a thud still trying to get away from the agony.
>”Fuck me! We still need to put in three more! Grab him.”
>Your vision is blurry but you realize you are free, no monster has you.
>You jump up and run blindly.
>You run into a wall.
>As soon as your horn makes contact pain shoots through you again.
>”Ah…. AH.. AAAAHHHHH!!” Your screams of anguish fill the room.
>”I got this!” One says.
>”Put the bat down faggot! He’s got to fight, we can’t kill him! Fuck!”
>You start running again, you feel the hands of a couple of monsters just miss grabbing your back.
>You are desperately running around the room trying to find an escape.
>Suddenly pain rips through your back legs.
*Whisst*
>”EEeeeeEEEIIIIIIeeeeee!” It is unimaginable the pain you are in.
>”See, an antennae hurts but doesn’t kill or maim.”
*Whisst*, *Whisst*, *Whisst*, *Whisst*, *Whisst*
>You fall unable to move from the pain.
>The monster continues his assault hitting any part of you that moves.
>Bruises and welts are forming on your body from the car antenna whipping.
>When you can struggle no more the monster once again grabs you up.
>”Don’t worry, you seem strong. I give you a fifty fifty chance of living.”
*Pow*, *Pow*, *Pow*
>It feels like your skull has been shatter as the rivets piece and shatter your horn,
>Blood trickles out from under the attached piece slowly flowing down the side of your face.
>You want to move but can’t seem to move your legs.
>You are picked up again and carried back to the pen, your body limp from the pain.
>They drop you into it, you land whith a thud.
>The other fluffies see you laying hurt.
>”Yay, dumb fwuffy no say wha fwuffy do no mo!”
>One runs up and starts to stomp on your body, “Fwuffy eat all the foodies fwuffy wan!”
>All you can do is whimper at your treatment.
>”Smawty no stop spechul heuggies now! Yay!”
>You hear Charcoal start screaming, “Nuu! Stay way, nuu wan special huggies fwom dum fwuffy!”
>”Fwuffy gif spechul huggie! Fwuffy feew gud!”
>Charcoal is right beside you but you can do nothing.
>She is yelling frantically, “Nuuuu! Nuuuuu!! Wahhhhh!”
>”Emf, emf, emf, emf, emf,…”, “Fwuffy wan twy, fwuffy next!”
>The pen falls into chaos quickly.
>You try to get up but can’t, the hurt is too much.
>It over rides the kicks and stomps from defiant fluffies.
>You blissfully pass letting unconsciousness take over.