You wake up, as if from some wondrous, impossible dream. Sitting up in bed, you look back to your pillow, wondering if it would be nicer to go back to sleep and enjoy that sweet feeling once more. But the other side of your bed is cold and empty. A dream is just a dream. It's probably better to let the rest of the book remain unread, rather than spoil a great thing.

Rising to your feet, you head to the bathroom and take a shower, a smile on your face and humming a happy tune. After performing your normal, age-old, time-tested ritual of using the bathroom, showering, and THEN shaving, you feel clean and refreshed for anything that could come your way. Throwing on some pants and a shirt, you head downstairs.

'Oatmeal sounds like a fantastic meal for today,' you think to yourself, putting oats and some water in a bowl.

Tossing your bowl of oats into the microwave, because the writer is getting lazy and is putting even MORE electronics in Equestria that probably shouldn't be there, you get your breakfast started and sort through your mail from yesterday. Let's see... junk mail, junk mail, notification of eviction, overdue bills. You toss the mail aside, smiling to yourself and pretending your problems do not exist.

"I wonder what I should do today?" you wonder to yourself.

Stretching your arms out wide, you crack your neck.

"In fact, I wonder what Fluttershy is up to?"

Then, as if on command, there are three knocks on the door. Turning on the spot you head to the door feeling bright eyed and happy. Fluttershy looks up at you, bright eyed and happy, without a single care in the world, her velvet hair shyly cast over one eye. Her body stands proud and tall, her stance resolute, her neck caught in the center of a guillotine and-

Wait fucking what?

"Hi Anon! Is guro and gore your fetish?" she asks happily, holding a pull string.

"Wait. What? WHAT? FLUTTERSHY NO"

She rips the cord. You slam the door. Silence.

You feel bile rise from the center of your stomach and up your throat. You cannot stop it. Falling to your knees, you vomit all over the floor of your home.

Oh god. Oh fucking god. Fluttershy just decapitated herself on your doorstep. Oh god.

...

Except, there wasn't the sound of the blade falling. No whimper of pain.

Where's the earth shattering scream of pain?

Rising to your feet, you turn to the door in apprehension. Nervously, you open the door and peek outside.

Fluttershy's packing away the pieces of the guillotine into a cart she used to bring the contraption here. She turns to you, curious.

"Anon?"

"Y-you're alive?"

She smiles.

"Of course I'm alive, silly! What else would you think?"

You open your mouth then close it. Closing the door to your home, you turn around and move to your kitchen table. You pull out a chair and sit down, placing your head in your hands.

Welp, we're back to this bullshit again. You take a deep breath to steady your mini-heart attack in your chest. It's just another day in Equestria. Another day, just like all the other days. When Fluttershy avidly tries to guess your fetish.

Fucking Fantastic.

Author's Notes:

We hit two full weeks of daily updates. Neato.