- "Alright. Why'd you go and steal it?"
- >Fluttershy looks between you and Angel Bunny, clearly worried from the tension building up in the room.
- >Angel Bunny gets in your face, his breath stinking of fried chicken and a hint of watermelon.
- >This so called 'bunny', was actually a six foot tall African-American man in full body bunny pajamas.
- >For whatever reason, you're the only one in Ponyville who sees what he really is.
- >To everyone else, he's just a cute, impatient rabbit.
- >"Das racist, yo. Why's the nigga gotta be the one to steals it?"
- >You find yourself smacking your forehead in frustration.
- "Because I saw you crawl through my window last night and take it from my nightstand."
- >Angel scoffs, rolling his eyes.
- >"Bitch, I didn't take nothing."
- "That's a double negative. That means you did take something."
- >He pushes you away, his face covered in an annoyed expression.
- >"Nigga, this ain't school. I saids it befo'. I didn't touch shit."
- >Throwing your arms up in frustration, you turn to Fluttershy.
- "This is gonna take all night. Can you talk some sense into him?"
- >Fluttershy turns her head away, unable to make eye contact with Angel.
- >How is she supposed to look at him with that stink eyes he's giving her?
- >"I... um..."
- >She let's out a little squeak before grabbing her bag and flying out the front door.
- >"I'm late for my train!" she blurts, making her way towards town.
- >Angel's eyes widen as the pegasus gets farther and farther away.
- >In the snap of a finger, he sprints off towards her.
- >You take off right after him, trailing quite far behind.
- "Get back here!" you yell.
- >The man continues chasing down the mare as she gets closer to the station.
- >"Yo! Bitch! You gots my thing in that bag!"
- >That motherfucker!
- >He had your damn cell phone in there.
- >The thing didn't even work and he still had the nerve to steal it from your house in the dead of night.
- >With all your might, you put all your energy into your legs as Fluttershy boards the train.
- >The train starts to roll as you get closer to the station, passing the black man.
- >It picks up speed, but you're so close!
- >Reaching out for the hand rail, you feel something jump on your back and drag you to the floor.
- >Dirt fills your mouth as you hit the ground and tumble along the tracks.
- >You turn your head and find Angel sitting on your back, a scowl across his face.
- >"All we had to do was follow the damn train, Anon!"
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