Andrew follows Rebecca all the way to her car, pleading for forgiveness. She ignores him, placing the two fluffies in her passenger seat and taking off down the street. She uses her right hand to keep them safe and in place, not even minding that both had peed themselves in fear and confusion. She’d clean it later.
Meanwhile, Andrew returns to the house practically fuming. He finally has his life figured out and going good and it’s all ruined in one fell swoop. He storms his way back to the safe room and flings the door open so hard it bangs against the wall, startling the occupants and setting off a new round of distressed peeping.
“You fucking shitrats! You just ran off the love of my life!” he screams, causing the fluffies to scoot away in fear.
“W-wocket am sowwy daddeh, nu mean tu–” the stallion can’t even finish his apology before Andrew’s foot collides with his stomach and slams him into the opposing wall. He coughs and wheezes in pain as the wind is knocked out of him. Sugar begins to cry, trying to protect and comfort her newborns. “W-why daddeh gib huwties tu speciaw fwien? Am good fwuffy!!!” she sobs, shuddering as her daddy’s attention is fully on her.
“Because Rocket is a no good piece of shit. He took my special friend away,” he begins then approaches her. “Now, i’m going to take away his special friend.” he continues threateningly and Sugar screams in realization. Abandoning her foals, she stands up and tries to run out the open door but is quickly grabbed by the tail. She wails in pain, begging for Rocket to save her but he’s still trying to catch his breath. He’s only able to watch the scene unfold.
“Where do you think YOU’RE going!?” Andrew yells, taking the mare and smashing her against the closest wall. She mimics her mate’s reaction, trying desperately to inhale. He bashes her against it one more time for good measure, the sound of bones cracking filling the air, then drops her to the floor. She’s still alive, but silently screaming in pain. She’s probably paralyzed, not that she’ll be living long enough for it to matter.
Andrew disregards her for the moment and moves back to the foals. Both parents attempt to call out, but only Rocket manages to make a sound.
“B-BABBEHS!! PWEASE NO HUWT BABBEHS!!” he begs, though Andrew simply looked at him. “You were about to give forever sleepies to a baby just a little bit ago, so let me help,” and with one sickening crush he crushes a blue earthie under his sneaker. Rocket screams in agony and Sugar attempts the same despite her lost voice.
Andrew continues his rampage, reaching down and picking up another foal. He brings it over to Sugar, forcing her mouth open and shoving the baby’s head inside. He slams her jaws shut, severing the chirpie’s head clean off and probably breaking a few teeth in the process. another foal is brought infront of a rocket. Slowly, each little limb is snapped with minimal effort, each one earning an agonizing cry from Rocket. When all are broken, Andrew crushes its little body in his hand with a firm grip, leaving it to take its last few breaths on the floor directly infront of Rockets face. The final foal is thrown against the wall its mother had hit, landing next to her and fading away before her very eyes.
Andrew leaves for a moment and the fluffies home they’re spared, only for him to return with a kitchen knife. He grabs Sugar and slices her open from neck to special place and a Rocket watches as his special friend is disemboweled mere feet away.
Finally, the carnage ends and Andrew approaches the disheveled stallion.
“Wan die…” he wheezes out and Andre simply smiles. “Me too.” and with that he picks up the stallion by the tail and brings him into the garage where he’s pillowed and tortured for weeks until his heart finally gives out. From that day on, Andrew returns to his youth, sticking to beating up feral fluffies whenever he comes across them.
