Title: Vault Hunter Author: Domino_anon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/6c9PbmXT First Edit: Monday 1st of April 2013 05:30:08 PM CDT Last Edit: Monday 1st of April 2013 05:30:08 PM CDT >Day Vaults in Equestria >You are Anon, Gunzerker extraordinaire >Rise and shine, sweetheart >You go through your morning routine of the triple S >God damn, you should change things up once in a while >You go downstairs and pour a bowl of Zer-O's the breakfast of Vault Hunters and Slashers everywhere >As you eat, you question if it was worth it to come here >Of course it was worth it. You not only got away from Hyperion, but away from -him- too >You shudder at the mere thought of Claptrap >You finish eating, a rare occasion, and hear a knock on your door "Let's get this over with." you grumble to yourself >You open your door only to see... >Say it with me, >Fluttershy >...you didn't say it. "What is it today, Flutterbutt?" you ask, mustering all the disinterest you have >"W-well Anon, I found th-this thing a-and I thought it might be your fetish." she motions to a crate behind her >You raise an eyebrow expectantly "Well? What is it?" you ask >"Oh w-well I was hoping you could open it." she mumbles and hides behind her mane, embarrassed to >You furrow your brow "God that's cute" you whisper to yourself >You go inside your house and return with a crowbar that would make Freeman cream his panties >You grunt as you pry open the crate, revealing its contents >You step back and pull out your trusty shotgun when the packing peanuts start to rumble >The peanuts explode into the air and what jumps out of the box makes your heart stop >"MINION! I've been looking everywhere for you!" the metallic voice instantly gives you a skull-splitting headache >Your pupils shrink to pinpricks at the sight of the blasted CL4P-TP "Oh god no..." you whisper >Fluttershy looks up at you >"So is it your fetish Anon?" she asks >You take the shotgun and place the barrel against your chin >You know exactly what you want your last words to be "No tears now, only dreams." >Grey matter and skull fragments splatter against the wall of your house >All because of >Fucking Claptrap