Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9rqJH5JafA

"It's done," you mutter. You toss the gun to the bed and wrap your arms around Red. "It's all over. She can't hurt us anymore."

She clutches tightly to you, feeling your skin nearly tear at the strength of her grip.

"I-... I just want to go home, Anon. I just want to go. Please. Let's go. Please," she begs.

You pick her up in your arms, cradling her small form almost like a child.

"Okay, Red," you whisper soothingly. "Let's go home."

You stand up straight and move to the bedroom door, your eyes warily watching the bear, who lies still on the floor, dark purple blood pouring out the back of his head. You close your eyes and breathe in the coppery air around you.

You'll likely go to jail. This is it. In the morning, the two of you will be on the run again. Nothing will ever be the same anymore.

You open the door and step out of your room.

You hear a moan behind you. You turn,

Your body freezes. Your muscles lock into place. The breath in your lungs grow still.

"Anon?" Red wheezes, her throat shattered from screaming and crying.

Her eyes bury into your soul. Her eyes hold you locked in a trance.

Throw her down the stairs. it commands.

"No," you say under your breath.

However, as you fight the movement of your body. You feel your hands try to raise Red over your head. The mare in your arms leaps out, then backs away from you.

Enter the room. Lock the door.

"Anon, what are you doing?" Red says.

Your body moves inside.

"I love you," you say before your arms slam the door in her face. The door locks. Hooves bang and crash against the door as you turn to Fluttershy, who's eyes hold you with her hooves around your neck.

Grab the gun.

"No."

Grab. The. Gun.

Your steps move in a shuffle to the bed, each step shooting static waves of pain through your senses. Your hand grabs the gun.

Kiss me

Your body moves itself to Fluttershy's side. You kneel before her. You place your lips on hers.

Pull the Trigger.

"Never forget," she whispers. "If I can't have you. Nopony can."

"Go fuck yourself," you growl back.

Your arm moves involuntarily. The barrel presses coldly against your temple.

Then, an ear piercing bang shatters the air one final time.