>being an evil shit named Scott
>old man kicked you out of the house for smoking weed and not getting a job
>been living on friends couches for a couple months
>decided you wanted to get your old fluffy back from whatever breeder he was sold to.
>picked the wrong place the first time. found a mare who was being teased by the other mares.
>killed them all… all except for the bullied one. her name is Flame.
>she hates fluffies, too.
>you’ve sort of bonded.
>your friend doesn’t know you brought her home. tell Flame to hide behind the couch when he’s around
>she’s pretty clever for a fluffy. smarter than that other piece of crap you used to own
>fucking bored. decide to walk up to 7-11 for a late-night burrito. maybe grab a salad for Flame.
 
>being the Zodiac Fluffy Killer, aka Brett Hipster.
>fucking hate fluffy ponies.
>got caught setting up your last pony deathtrap, shot in the shoulder
>you’re almost healed. another few days and they send you to county jail until your trial
>fucking fluffy ponies. they shouldn’t count for anything. but you’re gonna get animal cruelty charges for torturing them
>plus arson charges for trying to set that cunt’s ex-boyfriend’s breeding facility on fire
>fucking conspiracy. fucking fluffy lovers. gay fuckers. stupid gay fuckers. everyone is gay. not you.
>prison.
>you’ve hired a good lawyer but he says the judge wants to make an example out of you
>people get out of animal cruelty charges all the time… if it’s cruelty towards fluffies.
>no.
>not gonna fucking happen. you’re smarter than this.
>and rich. you’ve made sure most of your money is in Switzerland. and you have stashes all over the area.
>you’ll be goddammed if you’re going to federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison.
>guard right outside your door. night nurse will come to give you a painkiller before bed.
>bars on the window
>but you have a plan. you always have a plan.
>the night nurse comes in and feeds you your pill. hide it next to your gumline.
>spit it out when she leaves
>wet a couple of towels in the bathroom
>tie them around the bars on your window. twist the wet towels to bend the bars
>do it again.
>good-sized space to squeeze through. good thing you keep in shape.
>second floor of hospital. carefully manuever to a rain gutter and slide down.
>not easy in underwear, hospital gown and socks but you manage
>disappear into the night
 
>burrito download: successful. polish it off with a Big Gulp. towelhead inside doesn’t want you loitering.
>sit outside and eat. fuck that guy. keep flipping him off.
>hear a noise near the dumpster. the fuck was that.
>investigate.
>it’s a fluffy pony. a yellow one with a bulbous head and a pink mane and tail
>”fwuffyshy wuv you! squee!”
>you immediately feel the need to curbstomp this retard
>”Why is your head so fucking big? You retarded?”
>”namwe is fwuffyshy! squee! wuv you! dadda wet out fo poopies but got los!”
>”I’ll help you get home.”
>pick up the retarded thing. it coos under your arm.
>go behind the strip mall next door
>find a 2 x 4. got a couple of nails in it, too. perfect.
>”Hey… what’s up.”
>swing around in terror. thought you were alone. it’s… a naked guy.
>no, not naked. wearing a hospital gown. and socks. did he escape from the nuthouse? cause that’s like 20 minutes away in Ancora.
 
>trying to find one of those clothing drop boxes. wait… there’s a strip mall up the street. there’s a clothing store.
>maybe something in their trash out back.
>well, this is interesting. some kid back here, with a 2 x 4 in his hand, about to beat some retarded-looking fluffy to death
>say hello.
 
>”Where’s your clothes? You escape from Ancora?”
>”No… the hospital up the street. I was in the security wing.”
>”What are you in for?”
>”…”
>”Huh?”
>Scott is nervous. his hand still readying the 2 x 4 if the hospital guy goes off.
>”Fluffy torture. I’m the Fluffy Zodiac Killer.”
>”Dude! I love your work! It totally sucks that you got caught!”
>”Yeah, I had this whole plan and I was dropping clues to the detective in charge but I got sloppy.”
>”Maybe we should get you some clothes.”
>”What’re you gonna do with that fluffy?”
>”Bash it’s giant bloated head in.”
>”Well, shit… where’s the fun in that. Grab two of its legs.”
>Scott does as he’s told, an evil glint in his eye.
>”And…?”
>”Pull.”
>you grab its other two legs. they pop off the fluffy like snapping into a Slim Jim.
>the fluffy falls to the ground with a “plop”, crying
>”wahhhhhhhhhhhh! why take weggies? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
>”Rip it’s goddam wings off.”
>Scott does so. She screams again.
>”You’ll want to turn around for this.”
>Brett jams his dick in the fluffy’s anus. it screeches but he holds her mouth shut.
>”mmmmmmmmmmph!”
>He finishes her off with raping her twat and tosses the crying, sticky fluffy to the ground
>”And that’s how it’s done.”
>”Not quite.”
>Scott takes the 2 x 4 and beats the crying, mewling thing’s body with it. bones break. she poops herself.
>”whyyyyyyyyyy whyyyyyyyyy huwt fwuwwfyshy… squee...”
>Scott finishes her off with one final blow to the head
>”Hey - there’s a Goodwill not far from here. People leave shit outside all the time. We can get you some clothes from there.”
>”What’s your name, kid.”
>”Scott. Scott Tinderman. You?”
>”Brett Hispter. Good to meet you.”
>”So you really hate fluffies, huh?”
>”Yeah… and I’ve got a lot of money stashed away. Enough to arm a bunch of people with similar ideaoligies.”
>”Can I join you?”
>”What about your parents?”
>”I’m 18. And my dad kicked me out a couple months ago cause I just wanted to smoke weed and not get a job.”
>”I can sympathize, my friend. Come. We have much to discuss.”
>”Sweet.”
>”Can I have a bite of that burrito?”