>day hemophilia in equestria
>insert morning routine here
>you hear a knock on your door
>you open it to find fluttershy
>"is persistence your fetish, anon?" she asks
>you haul her inside your house
>she squees
>"i-is that a y-yes?" she asks excitedly
>you proceed to slash open her intestinal wall; blood sprays your face, and you lick it off hungrily
>she screams as her blood starts to pool on the floor
>you feel your eardrums bleed, but you dont care
>you pull at the cut you made, covering your hands in blood, ripping open the skin and giving enough room for the colon to fall out
>she tries to push it back in, but you hack at her arms, forcing them back
>you reach inside her and pull out her small intestine, her screams breaking into sobs
>you shove the small intestine inside her mouth, stifling her screams
>tears pour down her face
"eat it!" you yell at her
>sobbing, she starts to swallow her intestines
1/2
>you go back to your work
>you carefully carve open her stomach, as the stomach acid gushes over the organs
>you reach up inside her and proceed to rip out one of her lungs
>you stroke it gently, whispering a lullaby to the scared, pitiful lung
>as you do this, you reach inside fluttershy, this time with the knife, and carve up her heart
>the muffled sobs and tears stop
>you take the lung up to your bedroom, still gently caressing it
>you cut a hole in the lung, and insert your member in
>you feel a rush as you become hard
>you slowly move in and out of the lung, taking care not to damage it
>your mind quickly floods with ecstasy as you thrust, and you cum inside the organ
>you slowly pull your member out; its covered in blood and a bit of semen
>you whisper reassurance to the lung; you dont want it to be scared
>you go get some cookies and milk, and give them to the lung
>you then tuck the lung into bed, giving it a kiss as you shut off the light
>today was a good day
2/2
 
>day hemophilia +3 in equestria
>you and the lung have been getting on wonderfully
>the lung is sweet, caring, and a fantastic lover
>you hope the lung feels the same way about you
>you try to cuddle with it often; you think it likes the cuddling
>you have been borrowing books from twilight to read to the lung
>right now, you are reading it a collection of nursery rhymes
"..and the dish ran away with the spoon" you say softly, nuzzling the lung with your nose
>just then, you heara knock on your door
>you sigh; you hate being intterupted when youre reading to the lung
>you head downstairs and open the door
>outside are the mane 5
>twilight steps forward
>"anon, have you seen fluttershy? she's been missing for days! we're getting really worrie..."
>she stops, and peers intently into your house
>"anon, is that blood?! what happened?!" she says, alarmed
>you move to block her vision; dammit, why didnt you clean up the blood and get rid of fluttershys corpse?!
"um, n-no it isnt" you stammer
>twilight pushes her way past you, the rest of the mane 5 following
>you try and stop them, but they're more agile than you thought
>you hear pinkie scream, rarity faint, rainbow dash vomit, applejack cry out, and twilight yell
>you turn around, and see twilight glaring at you, her horn throbbing with magic
>"what... happened... anon...?" she seethes
"i... um... this isnt what it looks like..."
>"FLUTTERSHY HAS BEEN GUTTED AND FORCE-FED HER INTESTINES! WHAT EXPLANATIONS CAN THERE BE?!" she shrieks
>you decide this isnt the best time to introduce them to lung
>WELL?!" twilights horn is sparking magic
>you flinch; this wont end well...
>---
>you are now lung
>you sit upstairs in bed, waiting for your darling anon to come back and read you another story
>he's so sweet and caring, and a great lover
>from downstairs, there is yelling, the volume escalating
>suddenly, the whole house is illuminated in a flash of light
>anons screams echo up the stairs, chilling you
>the screams turn into shrieks, before being abruptly cut off
>there is an eerie, mute calm
>then, sound of quiet sobs fill the house
>you pray that anon will be okay... but you know that something terrible has happened
>you can only hope that whoever is downstairs will leave
>finally, after what seems like an eternity, the ones downstairs leave, and the slam of the front door shakes the house
>you get out of bed and go downstairs
>you have never been downstairs  before; you stayed in the bedroom like a good little lung, just like anon wanted
>the house is rather nice; a bit plain, having little decor, but still nice
>you get to the bottom step and proceed to the front door
>what you find shocks you, frying your rationality
>there is anon, or what you think was anon
>an immolated, mutilated corpse lays there
>its eyes have been gouged out by what looks like a horn, blood still fresh in the sockets
>its body has been immolated from the inside out; its digestive tract is blackened and scorched
>its lungs are filled with soot
>its heart has been completely turned to ash, a few hot cinders lingering
>its ribcage has been shattered, shards of bone scattered about, inside its and on the ground
>its ears have melted onto the sides of its head
>its tongue torn out and shoved down its throat
>it scares you; what monster could have done such a terrible thing?!
>you vow that you will find who did this, and avenge your beloved anon!
to be continued? or something...
 
>still day hemophilia +3 in equestria
>you are lung
>you have just sworn to avenge your beloved anon
>you will all who took part in his death suffer!
>but... you have no idea who could have done it...
>you go up to anon and press against his cheek, leaving a bloodstain
>how could fate be so cruel, to rip him from you when you just met?!
>you feel your passion burn with new fuel; no matter what, however long it takes, you will avenge him!
>you notice a bit of yellow hair on the floor near the door
>you go over; your first clue?!
>the hair is coarse; whoever it belonged to didnt bother much with cleanliness
>you remember anon telling you about his friends...
>who was that blonde one? she was rustic... apple...sauce? or something?
>you decide to visit her first... whether or not she took part in the murder, you dont know, but you will find out
>but... you will need something to interrogate her with
>there isnt much around the house in terms of weapons
>except...
>you notice a blood-stained kitchen knife lying beside a yellow and reddish-brown lump
>you take the knife, barely paying any attention to the pink hair that was obscuring the hilt
>the blade is extraordinarily sharp, and you marvel at the deadly edge
>enough of that;
>now... its time for vengance
>you set off towards the farm
>one way or another, justice will be served
>---
>you have arrived at the farm
>now, to find applesauce
>hmm... perhaps waiting in the barn would be best
>you cautiously enter; if she's in the barn already, you dont want to alert her
>but, fortunately for you, the barn is deserted
>now... to wait
>...
>after what seems like forever, the barn door swings open, and applesauce walks in
>carrying more apples than you have seen in your life
>o-kay then...
>you sneak up behind her, but you arent as stealthy as you thought
>"who's there?" applesauce says, turning around
>the last thing she sees is a hunk of wood hurtling towards her head before she's knocked out cold
>she awakens, tied up, spread eagle; a rope is around each of her legs, tied to a stake nailed into the ground
>not the most permentant bondage, but it should work for now
>applesauce looks around frantically
>"what's goin on here?! who dun this? help!"
>you emerge from the shadows dramatically
apple...sauce... is it?
>applesauce turns to look at you
>"ahm applejack- wha-?! eew, what are you?!"
>you hesitate; its probably best if she doesnt know your name, just in case things go wrong somehow
>aha! an alias!
hello. my name is Inigo Montoya. you killed my beloved. prepare to die.
>applejack's eyes widen in fear
>"wh-what are you gonna do?!"
tell me who killed anon, and i promise you a swift, painless death
>her face contorts; "never"
fine... we do this the hard way...
>---
>you take the knife and examine it closely
>the blade gleams in the light
you bring the blade close to applejack's throat
>she starts to sweat
>you press the cold steel up to her larynx
>her breathing speeds up
>you laugh and move back
>she sighs in relief...
>which proptly turns into a shriek of pain as stab the knife into her hind left leg, severing the hamstrings
>blood gushes from the wound staining the knife and ground
>applejack writhes, futiley trying to free herself
now... who killed anon?!
>"never!" she sobs
>you feel your anger start to rise
>you press the flat of the blade to her hind right leg
you want to be crippled?
>you twist the blade, causing the tip to dig deep into the flesh
>you drag the blade along, slowly severing the hamstring
>applejack's shrieking is melodic to you
>"w-wait, i'll talk, i'll talk!" she bawls
>you stop; the hamstring isnt completely severed; it could be repaired...
>"t-tw-ilight s-s-aw f-f-f-lutt-ter-sh-sh-shy's c-c-c-[spoiler]combobreaker[/spoiler]corpse...
>a-a-nd l-l-los-s-s-t c-c-on-n-n-tr-o-o-o-l-l..."
>finally, answers!
so... it was twilight... are you sure? you wouldnt be lying, would you?
>you twist the knife, digging the tip of the blade down into the flesh; it scrapes against, then goes through, bone
>applejack screams, snot running from her nose, tears pouring from her eyes
>"i-i- *hic* d-d-on-nt-t-t l-l-li-i-ie!"
>she seems to be telling the truth... and anon said she is the element of honesty...
was there anyone else there besides you and twilight?
>you slowly pull the knife out of her leg, marvelling at the blood
>applejack whimpers
>"n-no"
>her face twists oddly; she really doesnt know how to lie
>you walk over to her front legs and slowly start to carve her hooves off
>she thrashes, trying to pull away, but she only ends up making the knife dig deep into her flesh
>she cries out as you precisely cut off her hooves
>"p-pink-k-ie, r-r-rar-i-t-ty, a-a-and-d r-r-rain-b-b-bow!"
>excellent
>she is a sobbing wreck
>"p-pp-ple-e-eas-se... l-l-let m-me-e g-go...!"
>you actually feel sorry for the poor, bloody creature lying on the ground
>maybe you should show forgiveness...?
>nah
>you take the knife and make a precise cut just above her marehood
>her face is terrified
>you slowly reach inside her with the knife, and cut out her fallopian tubes, uterus and overies, as a thin wail escapes her mouth
>you place them gently on her chest, then violently slash at them
>by the time you are done, applejack's chest looks like its been blended, and her reproductive organs are tiny chunks of meat
>applejack is lying in a pool of blood, snot, tears, and organs
>she seems to be lapsing in and out of conciousness
>you toss the knife near her mouth; part of the blade catches her cheek, leaving a small gash
>you leave the barn, knowing you'll regret leaving that mare alive, but you couldnt bring yourself to kill her
>now, onwards, to find the others, and avenge your beloved
>for you are now lung, alias Inigo Montoya, the avenger
 
>still day hemophilia +3 in equestria
>you are lung
>as you leave the farm, you feel a bit uneasy that you left applejack alive
>you hate your weakness; you felt sorry for her, and spared her life...
>hopefully, the psychological trauma will prevent her from talking
>still, best to get revenge quickly, before the reprocussions occur
>now, onwards to the botique, to find rarity
>but... you glance at the sky; its getting dark
>should you find shelter for the night?
>... no... best to get this done with sooner rather than later
>you head off to raritys, as the sun goes down
>the sky is blood red... an omen, perhaps?
>either way, there will be a death tonight
>you finally arrive at the boutique; now, to take care of rarity
>the question is, how can you get in without alerting her?
>... screw it, you'll wing it
>you enter the front door, causing a chime
>a voice calls out, "oh, im sorry dear, we're closed. come back tomorrow, okay?"
>you ignore the voice and go to the kitchen
>you rummage around in the cupboards, and find a frying pan
>perfect
>you quickly move and lurk by the door
>rarity enters the kitchen; "look, i dont know what you think youre doing, but you have to leav-"
>you lunge with the frying pan, intending to knock her out
>rarity spots you out of the corner of her eye, and jumps back, almost getting out of the way
>you miss, panic rushing through you, but the full force of the frying pan still hits her horn
>with a loud crack, you smash her horn off
>she screams in pain as magic pulses from the broken, jagged stump
>you feel a sick satisfaction; perfect
>her body convulses as blue flashes spark from the stump, engulfing her body
>the smell of cooked marshmellows lingers in the air
>finally, the magic stops spurting, and she falls to the floor
>you rush over, fearful, and check for a pulse; she cant be dead, not yet! you still have so much to do!
>theres a weak heartbeat; she's still alive...
>you feel relief course through you; now, to find the necessary tools to get to work
>---
>rarity awakens, her mind a vortex of pain and confusion
>she stuggles to move, but you have tied her up
>she lets out a shrill cry for help, but you know its futile
>you grin and move so she can see you
>"w-what are you?! why are you doing this?!" she whimpers
>you feel fury bubbling up in you
you let my beloved die! anon was brutally slaughtered while you looked on!
>you lash out at her with a knife, causing her to flinch
>you stop yourself before you cut her; you dont want your emotions to get the best of you
now... to make you suffer...
>you lay out your instruments; a knife, a potato peeler, a needle, and some thread
>rarity quivers, and her horn throbs blue, eliciting a groan from her
>you freeze; can she control her magic?!
>but the light is quickly extinguished; you have nothing to worry about
>now, to begin your work
>you take the needle and thread, and thread the thread through the needle
>you push the needle through the skin around rarity's jaw
>she cries out, a tear running down her face, and starts to thrash
>you take the knife and dig the point into her throat
you want to die?! no?! then stay still!
>rarity stops thrashing and meekly obeys
>you shove the needle in and out of the flesh around her jaw, sewing her mouth shut
>tears and blood run down her face, but she cooperates and doesnt move... much
i can see why you like sewing so much, rarity; its fun!
>you hear her reply, but between her crying and the sewn mouth, you cant understand her muffled voice
>you examine the blood covered needle; the blood drips off the tip, and you see the metal gleam from underneath
>you feel an excited chill run through you
>now...
>you take the knife and begin your work
>you raise the knife above you, rarity's eyes widening in terror
>with a flash, the knife chops down...
>severing rarity's beautiful, well-groomed mane
>you hear her scream, despite her sewn mouth
>she starts sobbing, her body shaking, mucus running from her nose
>you move down and hack off her tail
>you hear a sob escape from between her lips
>your anger rises; shallow, self absorbed bitch, you havent even started
>you stab the knife into her chest, revelling in the crunch as it crushes through the ribcage, the tip of the blade stopping just short of the heart
>oh no! you nearly forgot!
>you take the potato peeler and start to peel off the skin on her flank
>you slowly drag it down, a feeling of wonder overcoming you as the muscle beneath is brought out to the air
>you faintly register raritys wails of pain as she convulses
>you drag the potato peeler down to the cutie mark
>now, you have to be very careful with this next part
>you slowly peel off two of the diamonds on her flank, concentrating intently, making sure the skin doesnt rip in the process
>you carefully take the knife and cut the skin around the diamonds off
>perfect; now...
>you take the diamonds and the needle and go to rarity's face
>her eyes widen in horror as the needle weaves its way around and through the flesh, stitching the diamonds over her eyes
>now, to finish your work
>you take the potato peeler and proceed to skin rarity alive; the flesh easily gives to your tool, revealing the gleaming wet muscle beneath
>her blood pools and peels of skin litter the floor, mixing with the tears pouring from behind the diamonds over her eyes
>youre not finished yet, though
>hmm... maybe... maybe you should leave her alive, too?
>nah
>you push the knife into her throat and cut out her larynx
>you then take her broken off horn and stabe her in the throat
>blood sprays everywhere as her body heaves
>slowly, she stops moving
>her body twitches once in a flash of blue, then dies
>you check for a pulse
>none. excellent
>you exit out of the botique, the bell ringing behind you
>... its late. you should find a place to sleep
>you find an abandoned cottage near the edge of town and decide to rest there
>it looks like whoever lived here kept lots of animals; theres food and birdhouses and whatnot everywhere
>you find a bed, and go to sleep
>tomorrow, you will find and kill the rest
 
>day hemophilia +4 in equestria
>you are lung
>yesterday, you made good progress, taking care of applejack and rarity
>today, the rest will fall before you
>you get out of bed, and nearly pass out from nausea
>the house swirls before you; why are you feeling ill? what could have caused this?
>youve never felt sick in the morning before...
>wait a minute... morning sickness...
>could it be?!
>you concentrate on yourself
>after a minute, you feel it
>there, inside you, a quiver of life
>youre filled with a sense of awe and wonder;
>youre pregnant
>with anon's children!
>you feel your resolve strengthen; you will avenge anon, and make the world a better place for your children
>now, to find and kill pinkie pie
>you rummage around through the kitchen and find a knife
>better to be safe than sorry when confronting a fourth-wall breaker
>now, off to sugarcube corner
>as you go through town, p0nies look at you, then quickly look away, speaking in hushed whispers
>you couldnt care less
>you have a p0ne to eliminate
>you arrive at sugarcube corner, filled with anticipation for your next kill
>you decide to forgo stealth once again, and enter the front door, causing a chime
>a pink p0ne bounces up to the counter; this must be pinkie pie
>"hey there, stranger! what can i get for you today?" she says, grinning
>you feel a cold anger wash over you; this lighthearted bitch watched your beloved die, and was still as happy and jolly as could be
>against your better judgement, you make a split-second decision and hurl your knife right at that stupid pink p0ne's face
>the knife hurtles towards her, and her beautiful blue eyes widen in shock
>she dives out of the way, the knife grazing her cheek, drawing a thin line of blood
>shit... you gotta kill her, now!
>you dive over and grab the knife, and turn to face your pink adversary
>she has her back turned to you; you must have stunned her into inaction
>excellent, this will be easy
>you advance on her, the knife gleaming in the light
>she is standing on her hind legs, staring at her hoof as blood drips down onto it
>...?
>her poofy hair falls flat, hanging limply
>o-kay then... what is that all about?
>nevermind, just kill her
>you move up behind her and swing, about to stab her in the back
>just as your blade touches flesh, she twists out of the way at an impossibly fast speed, the knife passing through empty air
>"didnt expect that, didja?" she snickers, stepping to the side
>you move back, alarmed; whats happening?!
>she pulls a chain out of nowhere, a gleaming hook attached to the end
>you are acutely aware of the bloodstains on it
>the hook swings back and forth, hypnotically, as pinkamina's form flickers and jumps
>shit... whats going on?! whats wrong with this p0ne?
>you lunge at her again, swinging the knife erratically
>she nimbly dodges to the side, twirling the hook and chain
>she flicks her wrist, and the hook goes flying towards you
>you easily dodge, but flinch when you hear a loud crash behind you
>the hook has created a nice, large crater in the floor
>you feel a twinge of fear; if that had hit you, you would have become bloody chunks
>no time for distractions now, though
>pinkamina yanks the hook back and starts spinning it again
>you rush forward as pinkie hurls the hook at you again
>you quickly evade, feeling the ground shake as a shower of rubble bounces off and around you
>you jump onto the chain, and use its tension as a trampoline, flinging yourself forward
>pinkamina's eyes widen, but she makes no move to dodge
>You swing your knife, aiming for the throat
>You feel the knife start to dig into flesh... then nothing but air, as pinkamina flickers and vanishes
>You lose your balance and stumble forward, but manage to recover
>You turn around to see pinkamina hurling the hook towards you
>You barely avoid the hook as a spray of rubble and dust bounces off you
No... fair... bitch...! Stop... running...
>Youre getting worn down from chasing her, and a single hit from that hook will pulverize you...
>You cringe, but feel a burst of determination; you have to finish this, now
>You charge, channeling all your fury and anger over anon's death
>You twirl the knife; you know exactly how to do this
>You leap at pinkamina, spinning mid-air, going to slice off her chain-weilding arm
>She flickers and vanishes
>Perfect
>You complete your spin, throwing the knife behind you
>The knife arcs through the air...
>And right into pinkamina's gut as she reappears
>Blood sprays onto the floor as she stares in shock at the knife
>"H-how... h-h-h..."
>You turn and go towards her to finish her life...
>And stop dead in your tracks
>"H-h-ha...hah...hahahahahaha... ahahahahahahahahahaha!!!" she cackles gleefully
>You feel your blood run cold
You just took a knife to the gut! You should be in pain! Or dying! Or something!
>She spins the hook and tosses at you
>Oh no...
>You dodge to the side, but with a flick of her wrist, the hook arcs around behind you...
>And lodges itself inside you
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
>You collapse, blood spurting from the wound
>You see pinkamina walk slowly towards you
Bitch...
>You seethe, the pain almost unbearable
>Pinkamina emits a hollow sound that seems similar to laughter
>"And here i thought i would have a challenge..."
>She pulls the knife from her abdomen, causing her blood to spray onto you and the ground
>You flinch away, accidentally causing the hook to dig deeper
>You whimper in pain
>Pinkamina brings the knife to her mouth and licks the blood
>She sighs contentedly
>"Now... to deal with you..."
>She raises the knife above her head
>You accept your fate, and stay still
>A pang runs through you
I'm sorry anon... I failed you. I hope you can forgive me...
>Pinkamina brings the knife down...
>And the world goes black
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>day hemophilia +??? in equestria
>you are lung
>You awaken to the sound of  a knife being sharpened, the world blurry around you
>You notice that you are chained down
>As the world comes back into focus, you take in your surroundings
>You are in a dimly lit room, a flickering candle being the only source of light
>Pinkamina walks over to you from the grindstone she was using
>"It seems you're awake at last..."
>You feel empty inside
I failed... do what you will... it doesnt matter to me... torture me, kill me, I dont care...
>She raises an eyebrow
>"You actually believe that? You believe you have lost all will to live?"
>She utters a twisted sound, similar to laughter
>"Lets see if thats true then..."
>she lifts her hoof, holding a gleaming knife
>you chuckle
Go ahead. Carve me up. The pain will be nothing in comparison to the fact I failed my love
>Pinkamina looks at you, a confused look on her face
>"Really now? Nothing?" her face twists into a sinister grin
>Suddenly, you feel a lot less confident
>...scared, even
>Pinkamina twitches
>"All right then... lets see..." she murmurs as she cuts you open
>You feel a dull sense of pain, but you hardly register it
>"Oh... what do we have here...?" she suddenly looks at you, her eyes tiny glowing pinpricks in a black void
>"It looks like you are..."
>Terror courses through you; no, no no! She cant know! She can't!
>You thrash violently, desperately trying to escape, but you're bound too tightly
"Pregnant!" she snickers, "Whoops, i meant to say WERE..."
>You feel a cold chill; what's she gonna do?!?!
>You thrash and struggle again, but it's pointless; thers no way you can escape
>She slowly sticks her tongue inside you
>You shiver, a mix of apprehension and... pleasure?!
>You curse at yourself; why did you find this pleasurable?!?!
>Pinkamina moves her tongue around inside you
>You squirm; that's... not bad, actually... NO!
>You twist and turn, desperately trying to loosen the bindings, knowing the futility of it all
>You cant help it, it feels kinda good... NO! NO, ESCAPE!!!
>Pinkamina's breathing quickens, as her tongue probes around inside you
>You quiver, hating yourself for responding to her tongue
>Pinkamina notices this, and giggles
>"Aww, you like this! Well, not for long..."
>She runs her tongue over your and anon's unborn children
>An icy claw grips you, extinguishing any feeling of pleasure
GET AWAY FROM THEM!!!
>She look at you quizically; "Why? I'm just getting started...~<3"
>You stuggle again, but youre bound too tightly
>You give up with a whimper
>Pinkamina licks them again, her saliva dripping from her mouth to inside you
>She slowly licks your unborn children again, then grabs one between her teeth and starts to pull
>The flesh stretches as she yanks her head up, before snapping, spraying blood up
>She swallows, then leans her head in to eat another
>You sob, shaking
I'm so sorry... I'm sorry, children... I'm sorry, anon... I couldnt... I'm too weak...
>You feel pinkamina's teeth scrape against inside you as she rips out another child
>She chews slowly, staring down at you, so the blood of your unborn drips down her mouth and onto you
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?!
>she grins, showing bloodstained teeth
>"Fun"
>She bites down on another one of your children, tearing it in half
>She gulps it down ravenously; you see it slide down her throat
Stop... please... I'll do anything... just stop..!
>She rips out the other half of your child, the blood pouring down
>She tosses it up in the air, then opens her mouth as it lands in
>She chews slowly, opening her mouth so bits of your child land on you
>You dont feel it; you're being flooded with numbness
I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
>Pinkamina licks around inside you again, searching for more
>She sighs, then moves back, disappointed
>"That was the last one... too bad... i was hoping for more..."
>She uses her hoof to break the string of bloody saliva from her mouth to you
>She looks at you with a sultry expression
>"Now then..."
>She positions herself ontop of you
>You can see her clit winking from between her folds
n... o...
>Whats the point in protesting...
>She rubs herself against you, your blood and her juices mixing
>She moans, while you sit there, dead inside
>You couldnt protect your babies... let her do what she will
>She gasps as her clit winks out and rubs against you
>she grabs a knife, and shoves the blade inside herself as she presses down on you
>With a demented laugh, her juices spill out of her and into your open wound as she orgasms
>Panting, she slowly pulls the knife out
>She licks it clean, both of her juices, and her and your blood
>She cuts her tongue in the process, as blood starts to well and drip from her mouth
>She sighs contentedly
>"Now, wasnt that wonderful?"
>You dont bother responding
>"Aww, dont be a party pooper! Here! i know what'll cheer you up!" she says, a grin stretching arcoss her face
>She grabs a needle, thread and gauze
>She stitches you up, then wraps the gauze around you
>"See! All better!"
>She smiles happily, then places the knife beside you
... huh...?
>"Well?"
>she gestures to the knife
>"Arent you gonna kill me?"
>She's mocking you; you're still chained into immobility
>"Whoopsie! here, let me help you!"
>She frees you from the chains, then gestures to the knife again
>"Go on, try and kill me!" her grin splits her face, and blood runs between her teeth
>You take the knife
>You... you could kill her... but...
>You stare at the knife for a few seconds, and drop it to the floor
>It hits the ground with a ping, bouncing slightly before laying silent
>There's no point... you're too weak, you failed, you couldn't protect your babies...
>Pinkamina laughs
>"Well, enjoy your dispair!"
>still chuckling, she walks out of the room
>You go pick up the knife again
>You're reflected in the polished metal, despite the dimness of the room
>Maybe it would be best to...
Kill myself...
>The idea appeals to you...
>First, though, get out of here. No knowing what pinkamina may do to you once you're deceased
>You exit out a different door, and stumble into a back alley
>The dismal sky is about to burst with rain, gusts pushing the clouds along
>The rubbish in the alley makes for a sickly sweet smell that pervades the air
>The dull brick of the buildings is worn and cracked
>What a lovely place to die
>A birdcall echoes through the windy air
>You take the knife
>An eerie silence fills the air
Yes... best to die... die in disgrace...
>BUH-BUM
>you point the knife at your chest
>BUH-BUM
I'm sorry... anon... children...
>BUH-BUM
>You give a frail shake
>BUH-BUM
>and start to press the knife into yourself
>BUH-BUM BUH-BUM BUH-BUM
>... Wait... what's that sound?
>BUM-BUM
>A heartbeat... but... but you're a lung...
>BUH-BUM
>No... No, it can't be...!
>BUH-BUM
>You concentrate, focusing on yourself
>BUH-BUM
>It's...
>BUH-BUM
>Your child! One of your children is alive! Pinakmina missed one!
>you fill with a sense of joy, wonder, and bliss
>You're still carrying one of Anon's babies!
>You feel determination well up
>Now you have to avenge anon... and his children that died... so that this one may live, in a world of peace...