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Love/1000

By: FracturedFlow on Jan 6th, 2013  |  syntax: None  |  size: 5.16 KB  |  hits: 125  |  expires: Never
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  1. love/1000 - FracturedFlow
  2. >day love and hugs in equestria
  3. >you wake up
  4. >insert morning routine here
  5. >eat breakfast
  6. >you're excited; today you have another date with pinkie
  7. >you love her to bits; shes a cheerful bundle of energy that has reality-bending powers
  8. >though you two are an odd pair, with yourself being reserved
  9. >but you guess its true what they say, love is blind
  10. >you open the door to a beautiful sunny morning
  11. >you head on over to sugarcube corner
  12. >as you open the door, you are nearly sent into the stratosphere as a pink ballistic projectile collides with you
  13. >"HEYANONIMSOHAPPYTOSEEYOUAND-"
  14. >you silence her with a kiss; well sort of
  15. >you can feel her babbling as you kiss her
  16. >she eventually stops talking and returns the kiss
  17. >you pull away, blushing, a grin on your face
  18. >its hard to tell, but you think pinkie is blushing too
  19. "so, pinkie, what shall we do today?"
  20. >youre grinning; you could spend the rest of your life with this pony, following her on her escapades
  21. >"CAKECAKECAKECAKECAKECAKECAKE"
  22. >you chuckle to yourself
  23. >shes always going on about some sweet
  24. >you have an idea
  25. "how about we eat cake by the lake? im a poet and i didnt know it! it could be a picnic!"
  26. >"OH BOY! I'D LOVE TO, ANON!"
  27. >she zips into sugarcube corner, and almost instantly reappears
  28. >you check your watch; 49 milliseconds. not bad.
  29. >she has a picnic basket, bulging with cake
  30. >you grin and stroke her mane
  31. >she smiles up at you, and you two head to a lake
  32. >meanwhile...
  33. >"that dastardly anon! i shall make him love me!" a yellow pegasus declares, lurking in the bushes
  34. >you and pinkie set up the picnic
  35. >there is almost no room for you two on the blanket, there is so much cake
  36. >pinkie proceeds to engorge herself as you eat a slice of cake
  37. >the cakes under go a complete genocide; mass slaughter of the sugary kind ensues, and pinkie leaves no survivors
  38. "pinkie, slow down, you'll get a..."
  39. >all the cake is gone before you finish saying her name
  40. "stomach ache..."
  41. >pinkie pie lies down, clutching her stomach
  42. >"ohhh... i think i ate too much..."
  43. >you stroke her cheek
  44. "i tried to warn you..."
  45. >she groans "ugh... i feel so full... im getting sleepy..."
  46. >she rests her head on your lap
  47. >you gently stoke her mane
  48. >after a while, you hear her snore softy
  49. >she really did fall asleep
  50. >you give her a quick kiss on the cheek
  51. >she murmurs softly in her sleep, then giggles
  52. >"love you.... anon... cake...."
  53. >you d'awww with the force of a thousand suns
  54. and now for the real ending
  55. >after your heart recovers, you sigh contentedly
  56. >a shadow falls over you
  57. >you idly wonder what it could be; theres hardly a cloud in the sky
  58. >you look up to see fluttershy...
  59. >and a pipe that cracks you on the head, knocking you out cold
  60. >you awake several hours later with a throbbing skull, and are completely tied up
  61. >fluttershy turns and looks at you
  62. >"oh, youre finally awake, anon"
  63. >you glare
  64. "fluttershy, let me go!"
  65. >"im sorry, anon, i cant do that"
  66. >a horrible thought enters your head
  67. "wheres pinkie pie?!"
  68. >flutters looks at you innocently; "who?"
  69. >you glare
  70. "WHERES PINKIE?!"
  71. >flutters sighs
  72. >"if you must know..." she tosses something at you
  73. >you look at it in horror
  74. >its a pink hoof
  75. >covered in blood, the tendons an ligaments still hanging from it, as if it were torn out of the arm
  76. >you scream
  77. >fluttershy tsks
  78. >"now, now, anon, is that any way to thank me?"
  79. "THANK YOU?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO PINKIE?!"
  80. >fluttershy smirks; " i made sure she would never get in the way of our love again"
  81. >she drags a body into the light
  82. >at least, you think its a body
  83. >its hard to tell
  84. >there are bones sticking out of it at weird angles, all the skin and hair has been removed
  85. >it looks like the legs were torn off and shoved into the back
  86. >the entire digestive tract is missing, as well as all the skin and muscle in the area
  87. >all thats left is the spine
  88. >there are razors in the eyes, the nose has been cut off with what could have been a saw, and the lower half of the jaw is missing
  89. >wait, razors in the eyes... those large, beautiful, blue eyes...
  90. >PINKIE?!
  91. >you scream
  92. "what did you do, you psychotic bitch?!"
  93. >fluttershy kisses you, muffling your screams
  94. >"dont worry anon, now we can be together, forever"
  95. >you hear a groan come from the pile of flesh
  96. >"ah.. ah..."
  97. >shes alive?!
  98. >oh god... oh god no no no no no
  99. >you vomit
  100. >the pile of flesh speaks again
  101. >"ah... non... i... luh... vvvv... y...."
  102. >it quivers, then goes silent
  103. >you sob; why, why, why?!
  104. >fluttershy glares at the pile of flesh
  105. >"apparently you didnt suffer enough!" she yells
  106. >you look on as fluttershy takes a knife to the pile of flesh and hacks away at it
  107. >you hear some thin wails as the deformed body gets carved up
  108. >you stare on, your mind numb
  109. >fluttershy goes back over to you
  110. >"eat this, now~!" she yells
  111. >she's holding a tongue
  112. >you cry out
  113. >she takes advantage and shoves the tongue in your mouth
  114. >the salty blood chokes you, and you start crying
  115. >"EAT IT!" fluttershy screams
  116. >sobbing, you chew the tongue and swallow it
  117. >flutters kisses you
  118. >"now, we are alone, together, forever, anon, my love"
  119. >your shell-shocked brain finally gives, and all thats left in your mind is white noise
  120. >fin