http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyNo05t0pJM
>Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness since taking Applejack out
>Her unconscious form lay on the ground a few feet away from you
>Every few minutes she'd release a moan and twitch once or twice
>You freaked out when this happened. She was pissed enough you knocked her out once
>And you managed to do it again, while being exactly where she wanted you no less
>You can only imagine the rage that will ensue if you don't get the fuck out of here before she wakes up
>She'll do worse than rape you
>I mean, shit, she just said she was gonna buck the shit out of you before you bopped her one
>At least you got your pants back on
>You sigh
>There's gotta be some way out of this place
>You look around. On the wall to your left is a line of barrels
>On your right a thin wooden tool rack above a workbench on the wall
>The wall on your left is closer than the one of the right, unfortunately
>You think you can see bolt-cutters on the tool rack
>You stand and step over Applejack, making sure to keep the chains from touching her
>Alright, so far so good
>Almost there
>You're stopped by the wrists. The chains are too short
>You can't reach the tool rack. The closest you can get is about four feet away from the workbench before the chains hold you up
>You step over Applejack again and move to the barrels
>Thankfully you are able to reach them
>You open one to discover water
>A sudden thirst overtakes you
>You dip your mouth into the barrel and drink until your thirst is quenched
>You then wipe your mouth and sit back against the wall
>Your stomach grumbles
 
"HNNNNGH!"
>The chains aren't budging
>You pull against them with all your might, but nothing gives
>You fall on the ground defeated, the clinking of the falling chains mocking you
>Is there any way out of this hell?
>Applejack stirs again
>You hold your breath and wait
>...
>She stops moving
>You can barely hear her breathing thanks to the deafening silence
>You begin to think
>Is there any way to keep Applejack knocked out?
>Y'know, besides clobbering her again with the hard metal wrist-bindings and risk damaging her worse
>Your vision drifts to the water barrels
>...
>...
>Applejack's not that hard to drag
>All you would have to do is pick her head up and stick it in one of the barrels
>Probably hold it there for a few moments
>She'd struggle, yes, but just waking up she wouldn't have a chance to retaliate
>She'd be gone before she even remembered how she got there
>...
>You shake your head
>C'mon, the bitch doesn't deserve death. No matter how many rape attempts or beatings she gives you
>Not to mention the hate her friends would have for you when they found you with Applejack's corpse
>...-If- they found you...
>Wait...
>The barrel lids
 
>You scramble to the barrels and grab one of the lids
>You step over Applejack and get as close to the workbench as you can get
>You take aim at the bolt cutters and throw the lid
>It barely misses the bolt cutters, but the tool rack moves back and forth momentarily
>It's hanging on the wall
>Meaning it can be knocked down
>You swiftly move over Applejack, grab a few lids and move back to your previous position
>You throw one, it hits the tool rack on a corner
>This acts like a hammer on the nail holding up that corner, embedding it into the wall completely
>The tool rack's corner falls on the workbench but it's still held up by the nail in the other corner
>Alright, you've got three more lids left. This must work
>You throw one, missing the tool rack completely
>Alright, focus. You throw the next one and hit the tool rack. The nail might've been pushed back a bit but nothing major
>Last chance
>You stare at the corner for a few seconds before throwing the lid
>It connects with the corner...but doesn't fall
"Motherfucker!"
>You yell as you kick at the work bench
>You kick the air over and over again out of anger
>Your wrists are now behind you, held back by the bindings, as your lower body goes forward while you kick and kick
"Whoah!"
>You fall on your back as you kick one more time
>It connects with the wooden boards underneath the work bench that brace the legs
>This causes the tool rack to fall off the nail and topple over the workbench
>You see the bolt cutters fall towards your face
 
>Thankfully the collision wasn't enough to knock you out
>Even better all that noise didn't wake Applejack
>It did give you a nasty headache, though
>You rub your head before grabbing the bolt cutters. You step over Applejack and sit on the ground
>You move the chain of your left wrist bindng between the blades of the bolt cutter
>You then pull on one end with your chest supporting the other
SNAP
>Success. Now for the other wrist
>You reverse the method, placing the chain on your right binding between the blades and squeezing the handles together
>This one is a bit tougher
>You squeeze with all your might until...
SNAP
>"Wha...Hu?...What the-?"
>Oh shit
>Applejack's awake
>And judging from her last couple of words she knows you're escaping
>You throw the bolt cutters at Applejack and run towards the stairs
>Skipping steps,you jump up the staircase and pick up the board blocking your escape
>You push the door open right as Applejack begins her ascent. It's dark outside
>You then shut the door and wrap the chain from the ground around its handles and pull, bracing for impact
>Applejack charges the door, nearly forcing the chain out of your hands
>You quickly grab the padlock on the ground and lock the basement, trapping your assailant
>You catch your breath as you lean against the house
>Applejack continues to charge at the door
>"When ah get outta here (BAM), ah'm gonna teach ya a lesson (BAM) ya'll won't soon forget!(BAM)"
>You flip the bird at the basement door with both hands as you walk backwards
"Good luck getting out of there, ya fuckin' psycho."
>You walk to the porch of the Apple residence and knock on the door
>Granny Smith answers
>"Howdy there, young'n! Why..you look like ya been through tha desert 'n back! C'mon in and let Granny fix ya right up."
>She was right. You had scrapes on your body and you could feel your cheek swelling up. Not to mention you were shirtless
"Actually Granny, I was hoping I could talk to Big Mac."
>"Oh, ain't he at yer house?"
>Granny must've left the party early
>The party's still going on
>At least you hope it is
"Um, yeah. I forgot. Thanks Granny!"
>She waves you off as you sprint down the road to P0nyville
 
>You're out of breath as you reach your house
>It looks...dead
>No lights
>No music
>No p0nies
>Nothing
>You open the front door to find the place cleaned up and your furniture back where it belongs
>This is the last thing on your mind, though, as the realization hits you hard
>You missed Spike's birthday party
>It was at your house, and you missed it
>You walk upstairs and fall on your bed
>You begin to tear up
>You roll over and shove your face in a pillow and begin to sob
 
 
 
 
>It's morning
>You cried yourself to sleep last night
>You roll over to greet the sun
>As usual, its blinding light annnoys the hell out of you
>The fuck, man...
>Why'd she have to go that far?
>Sure you knocked her out, but she's done the same to you on several occasions
>But this time...this time was much worse
>She had you in a sadistic trap and punished you with no remorse
>Bitch is crazy, man
>How you're going to make this up to Spike and Pinkie, you don't know
>They're probably really pissed off at you for missing the birthday party -you- planned
>You really hope your bro isn't in super-rage mode towards you
>You don't know if you can lose him as a friend
>He's the coolest little brother ever
>And you've never had one before
>You always saw relationships between brothers portrayed on anime or television, but you always wanted to experience that
>The feeling of accomplishment when helping Spike get his special somep0ny was pure bliss
>And the happiness you felt when he called you his best friend
>You almost cried in front of him
>Then there's Pinkie Pie
>She's more than likely hurt that you would skip out on the birthday
>You told her once before you'd dance with her at least once
>It's not really your thing, but she was persistent and made you promise to do it at Spike's birthday
>You swear you can hear her reaction in the back of your mind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mT4FgC0kNA8
>Wait a second, you're not imagining that
>It's muffled, but you can hear Pinkie crying
>You jump out of bed and race downstairs to see her color-drained straight-haired form sitting at the kitchen table with Spike and Twilight
>It breaks your heart that you caused this by not showing up
>"I don't know where he could be! He wasn't home, anywhere in P0nyville, the Everfree forest, or Whitetail Woods!"
>She starts sobbing again
>You tear up as you realize it
>She's not devastated because you broke a promise
>She's devastated because you were missing
>You walk to the kitchen archway, Twilight and Spike too busy consoling Pinkie to notice, and knock on the wall
>The three look up to the origin of the sound
>Pinkie's bloodshot eyes light up as her color returns
>Her smile widens. When it reaches its peak her mane and tail poof back up
>You're knocked on your back as she tackles you in a death-hug and kisses your face over and over again
"Glad to see you too, love."
>"Where were you! We looked everywhere around P0nyville! I was so worried! I almost went to Canterlot in search of you!"
"You would've gone to Canterlot just to look for me?"
>"Of course, silly! I was so worried about you! You still haven't answered my question."
>She looks at you expectantly
"If you would be so kind to release me before you break my ribs, I would gladly fill you in."
>She smiles and lets go of you. You get up and sit at the table
>You hang you head and release a deep sigh
"Applejack..."
>Spike gasps
>"What'd she do this time?"
>Twilight and Pinkie give him a confused look
>"This time? Anon, what's going on?" Twilight asks with a raised eyebrow
"Well...ugh.  This isn't going to be easy."