The day was quite normal compared to any other day. That was, until Mr. Crackface showed up. He just simply said “You”. It wasn’t a normal “You” though; it had some sort of underlying meaning to it. One she couldn’t pick up, but it certainly wasn’t friendly. No one screams at a friend.

Momentary fear consumed her, as she stood motionless for a few seconds. She watched as the large, creepy ass Oxy ran at her. It was like the fear all over again. The mobs, everything, it flashed in her eyes. She was back in her kingdom, the smell of musty straw, rotting apples, and compacted dirt. She was crouched behind a large boulder just outside of the kingdom, hiding and hoping. From the corner of her vision she noticed a large stallion, much like Oxy scream in wild ferocity at her sight.

She couldn’t go back though, not now. Not as Oxy was attempting to plow into her. He veered slightly to her left, and she tried to go right, with a little rear, but all in vain. Gross, disgusting, drug filled yellow teeth clamped down on the soft pinch of skin where her neck and left shoulder met. Elsa screamed. The pain was a lot worse than she had anticipated. Her eyes blistered with tears as he pulled away, tearing some hair of her thickening coat. Where the hair had been pulled small droplets of blood escaped her body, staining the hair around the wound a rusty color. A large, purpling bruise was also quickly to follow, signaling the damage.

Now she knew what it felt like to be his drugs, his locoweed. The way he probably gnawed at them with such ferocity, just trying to get relief. She almost felt bad for Oxy at that moment, wondering what type of personality lied under that euphoria-like façade. He didn’t seem to care though, and she could never help unless he asked- BUT DAMN THAT BITE WAS HURTING. In the midst of her thoughts his teeth had scraped over the left side of her neck and back over the previous injury, bringing her back to reality. It didn’t affect her much; her mind was much to focused on the previous injury- the one that hurt like hell. Why did he have to be a draft, like seriously, why couldn’t he be a tiny mouthed pony?

As quickly as her sympathy for him had come, it was gone. In fact, a new rage was reborn within her. A gargled grumble rumbled deep within her chest cavity. She reared up, and pivoted slightly on her hips to face him. Her crystal hooves flailed, trying to hit him in the face. She aimed to take out his horns, poke an eye, or maybe bop out a few teeth. Maybe she could stop his habit by taking away the very things he needed to process it. That would be quite a sight, a toothless Oxy wandering around like maniac desperately trying to create some kind of loco-puree. Either way she was just praying he would feel pain. She couldn’t lose this either; she needed to prove her worth, not only to him, but also to the rest of the Asylum. She needed to prove she was here to stay, and to impact them in a way they would never expect.

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Elsa