It was a usual day. The floor of the small glass cage Covered in Shredded paper, the kibble in the corner. The water right next to it. A large window facing out into the fluff mart. A few foals at the window talking to people as they walked by. Some just playing with toys. And others, like brownie (original ik), in the corner. Brownie was a “poopie” or brown foal. Since he was the same color as poop he was treated as such. Shown no respect by others. The worst offender was another foal named Bjorn, named because of his blue fur and yellow mane. He was the prettiest and always had the most toys, food, and most importantly, respect. Bjorn would often kick brownie just because it was funny. Sometimes he would have his goons keep him away from the food and water till the humans intervened. Brownie always knew why he was treated like this. But he never knew why.having no mother and certainly no friends ment no comfort either. The cold hard metal walls of the cage weren’t exactly comforting either.
This day was no different. “DUMMEH POOPIE NU DESEWVE NAMSIES, ONWY POOPIES AND WOSTEST HUWTIES!” Bjorn always hated that brownie had and most importantly went by a name. It was the only thing they shared. The rest were pretty and good colors. Why did he get a name just like the rest of them, when he wasn’t? “BABBEHS NAME IS BWONIE. NU POOPIE. AM BABBEH TO!” This was the one time brownie stood up for himself. Constant starvation ment that brownie wasn’t the biggest, certainly not bigger than Bjorn. But constantly having to fight for his food and toys made him tougher than Bjorn could ever be. But most importantly, brownie had a horn. He could make it sparkle with electricity to, a detail never noticed by humans and barley any of the other foals. His yell made Bjorn slightly flinch backwards. His goons noticing quickly surrounded brownie. “STOPPID POOPE-” Bjorn was interrupted by a quick, WHACK. The human worker had hit him with the sorry stick “SCREEEE, HEWP BESTEST BABBEH, NU MOW HUWTIES!” The human had left by then but Bjorns rage was quickly subdued. His cronies taking the hint returned to what ever they were doing. But as soon as Bjorn regained his composure after flailing around for a few seconds his rage burned brighter.
Walking to two of his cronies, he hatched a nasty plot. “Bestest babbeh gon gib stoppi poopeh babbeh wowstest huwties at dawk time!” He whispered. “Otay wiww hewp byown” the pink and orange one interjected. “So wiww bwoom!” The bright pink one quickly spoke up. “Otay, wait till dawk time, den we gib poopeh babbeh wowstest huwties” the day passed and brownie fell asleep as soon as the bright overhead lights went dead as the last employee left back home. Bjorn felt a slight creeping of a feeling he never felt before, the desire to kill. Standing up as soon as he could confirm that brownie was asleep. Nudging his cronies awake they slowly and quietly crept over brownie. Sleeping in his corner, slightly standing up. The pink one stepping on the top of his snout, brownie snapped awake, immediately trying to lift up his head, his mouth was forced to the grown and forced shut by the bigger cronies. Brownies eyes quickly adjusting to the dark he saw who was attacking him. Bjorn lowering his head next to brownies he whispered “gon gib stoppi poopeh babbeh wowstest huwties tehehe” brownie realizing the gravity of his situation quickly begins trying to scream. “Sut up dummeh!” The bright pink one spoke before hooking brownie in the eye. Bjorn quickly jumping up and stomping on brownies leg. “MMMMMMMMMM!” Brownie tried to protest but his screams cut short. When Bjorn stomped right on his horn, cracking it. This single acting reminding brownie that he had a built in tazer. A rage filling his legs he lifted upwards and tipped the pink one over. His orange mane becoming entangled in the Shredded paper. The bigger pink one, now distracted with cleaning his mane, the bright pink one tries to charge behind brownie before brownie mule kicks him. His head slamming into the wall behind him. Veggiefying him. Bjorn quickly realizing that he won’t win this time screams for the rest of the herd. All of them flinching awake. “HEWP BESTEST SMAWTY BABBEH BEFOW DUMMEH POOPEH MUNSTHA GIB WOWSTEST HUWTIE-” brownie jammed his horn into his side and the newly formed Crack allowed him to release a bigger discharge of shock into bjorns side. “SCREEEeEEEEEeEEeEEeeeeeeEEEE!!!” The herd watching as Bjorn falls to the ground, foaming out the mouth and twitching, back up as brownie moves towards them. “STOOPI HEWD! STOPPI SMAW HOWSIE! STOOPI HUMANS! STOPPI CAAAAAAGE!!!” Brownie crying as he charges the glass window, horn pointed. As he makes contact and bounces off, a large Crack shooting across the window as a foal sized hole appears in the glass