>You're Ryan MacHillen
>You don't know why, but you've always had the urge to destroy cute things
>Toys, pictures, animals... kids
>Three of those four things are acceptable
>Well,Hasbro released this, "Fluffy pony" thing claiming it to be a, "bio-toy"
>Well key word is toy, so they're open game for you
>A few months prior to their release, they over populate, ferals in every town and city
>One day, a family comes knocking on your door, and the stallion confronts you with,
>"Oh, pwease mista, can fwuffy an' babbehs an' speshow fwend have nummies, pwease?"
>You quickly reply to him, "Oah, sure."
>Little does that sentient toy know, it's entire synthetic family is bound to die shortly
>"Oh tank you mista! Mummeh nee's give babbehs miwkies!" says the mare
>"Ah, no problem."
>That's when you kick right in the side of her frail fake head
>She, and her babbies go flying
>The mare's "speshow fwend" whips around and gasps in shock as his mate hits the floor, her mouth leaking blood
>"Speshow fwend! Nuuu!" he cries as he waddles over to his dying fuck buddy
>"Nuu... Speshow fwend take wongest sweepies..." he says
>The fuck is that?
>Over in the corner are the fluffy babies that went flying off the mare when you kicked her
>You scoop them up and present them to the last remaining adult fluffy in your home
>"*GASP* Nu huwt babbehs! Pwease!"
>You only laugh at him as he follows you into the kitchen begging you to give the little ones mercy
>Okay, you won't
>You place the little play things into the sink, and place the father of the soon to die babbies near by
>Just so he my see their demise
>"Wha're you gon' to do to babbehs!? Pwease, nu huwt babbehs! Wet fwuffeh an' babbehs go, PWEASE!"
>You turn the sink on and the father starts to wail,
>"NU! NU FAST WAWA'S AWE BAD FO' BABBEHS!"
>He hops into the quickly rising water, stepping on one of his own children
>He begins thrashing around into the water ins search for his young
>You take him out, along with the largest knife you had to the backyard
>There you pin him to the ground, and jam the knife deep into one of his front legs
>"AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAHG! OWWIES! BIG HUWT, WEGGIE HAVE BIG HUWT!" he cries as you head to the garage
>There you get a jerry can and head back to the wailing fluffy
>There you pour the gasoline within the jerry can onto the fluffy
>"*BKACK* *CHULK* *COUGH* *COUGH* Bwown wawa's nu taste pwetty!"
>You take the box of matches stored away in your shirt pocket out, and light one
>Tossing it onto the fluffy, igniting as soon as the match strikes the fuel
>"AHAHAHHGHAGAHAAHAAAAAAAA! BUWNIES! HEWP HEWP! BUWINES!"
>Well, you are going to help him, you don't want to set you lawn on fire, do you?
>You turn your hose on full blast and spray the fluffy, trapped in an inferno
>Steam billows from the fluffy, masking it within waters smoke
>The steam rises allowing you to view your handiwork
>The fluffy is lying there, crying
>It's skin black and red, littered with blisters
>The leg you stuck the knife in, is cased in the melted plastic of your kitchen knife
>These things are more tollerant to fire than you thought
>You douce it in gasoline once more, like before, it ignites
>Just screaming is all that comes from the fire
>You wait just a tad bit longer this time before smothering the flames
>what lay before looks just like the charcoal that has become of many toys before it
>You head back inside, and turn the garbage disposal on
>They died like all toys die,
>They are forcefully dismantaled
>Or burn in a toxic inferno...