Autistic Prisanon and the Great Pudding Theft


                                            >Be Anon

                                            >Be in pony fluffyland jail

                                            >This place was like a five star hotel suite mixed with all the common amenities of high class luxury.

                                            >it was all free too.

                                            >A knock came to your door, the least luxurious kind of item in the entire place, a simple wooden door fit with a simple lock.

                                            >a voice came from the other side

                                            >"Anon, we know you're in there, come out of there and let the janitor do her work."

                                            [angry autistic noises]

                                            >You look under your bed for your prized possessions.

                                            >Every single pudding cup you'd been able to sneak and hide away, one at a time, they were your army.

                                            >The traitorous older gents decided to rat you out, the scumbags will learn their lessons in due time.

                                            "You won't take away my citizens! They shall rebel against you!"

                                            >You looked around and decided to pick up the older cups of pudding. The traitors who ratted you out.

                                            >Confused horse noises came from the other side and you couldn't tell what was being said until another voice spoke up.

                                            >"Come out please, there's no way you can stand that smell, and it's starting to fill the entire prison."

                                            >That was the warden, curses! She'll thwart you if you don't act fast!

                                            >You finish gathering your sacrifices and place them in a circle around you, you place the rest on your desk and ready a few of them for what is surely to come.

                                            >You wait...

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >*click*

                                            >The doorknob starts to turn, you wait patiently.

                                            >no shooting til you see the death in their eyes.

                                            >the door slowly moves open.

                                            >The warden's head pops in

                                            "FIRE!"

                                            >The once brown fur, the light purple hair, and the panic filled blue eyes disappear at your assault, coated in the green and brown fuzzy traitor's insides!

                                            >You waste no time, ignoring the vomiting coming from the warden, you begin your ritual.

                                            >It was only halfway through opening up your sacrifices you realized you didn't have the proper ingredients.

                                            >How were you supposed to summon Shrek without onions!

                                            >Just then the door pushed open again as the nurse and a few of the guards broke in, interrupting your sacrificial moment.

                                            >You lunge for more ammo but it's taken away by the blue demon magic, you holler out indignantly in your secret language of the ancient autists.

                                            >It's too late! The guards have grabbed you and began dragging you out.

                                            [angry autist noises intensify]

                                            >The nurse, a mare with a simple white coat and red and pink striped mane casts a spell on you, you felt so sleepy.

                                            >Your last horrific sight was the janitor pony walking in with a mop bucket and trash can.

                                            >You try to call out to them, to tell them to run and save themselves but it's too late!

                                            >You pass out knowing the traitors won in the end!