1st Revenge [Visual]

[angry_jerk]

[Today on the scroll network, the pony community may get the distinct honor of meeting this lovely batpony. The one glaring at the feed.]

Alright, here's how this is gonna work. Whoever is in charge of this vacuous collection of depravity, send me home immediately. Even if you do not, I will be merciful and choose to simply OBLITERATE this asinine carouse of deceit!

If you heed my words and don't try to bilk me of my safe return, I will try and forget that I have been kidnapped against my will, transformed into this abomination, dropped off in some candy coated sinkhole, with-

[He pauses mid-rant.]

On second thought, SCREW THE DEAL! I'LL ERADICATE WHATEVER MALEVOLENT JERKWAD THAT THINKS IT CAN STULIFY ME BY TURNING ME INTO A HORSE! I'll PURVERIZE YOU! I’LL EVISCERATE YOU! I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!

[He finally stops to take a deep breath.]

...So, get back to me when you get this.

...I'm Dan.

Comments

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[honeycombing]

Oh, that's cute. You'll 'destroy' anyone who crosses you?

[With that, she casually pulls the scroll away from her face and BEES. EVERYWHERE IN SIGHT ON THE SCROLL. THOUSANDS OF THEM. THEY LITERALLY ARE WHAT IS DARKENING EVERYTHING OH GOD.]

You...and what army?

[....wait...DAN. DAN. WHAT IS THAT SOUND--ARE THOSE BEES BUZZING NEARBY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE--]

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[angry_jerk]

[That's... a lot of bees. Creepy. Well, it's not on his side, so it's not like it matters.]

I generally find that explosives work well as a replacement army. Plus, I've got Mr. Mumbles to-

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[angry_jerk]

[Speaking of the misanthrope's cat, Mr. Mumbles suddenly jumps into where all the feed can see her and scratches Dan's face before racing away.

Dan screams in pain.]

AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH! MR. MUMBLES! Why is your first instinct to claw my face?! And what got you so riled up in the f-

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[angry_jerk]

Wait, why is it so noi-

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[angry_jerk]

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[angry_jerk]

[OH GOD THE BEES. THE BEES EVERYWHERE. SO MANY DAMN BEES.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[AND LOOK AT ALL THOSE BEES ENTERING HIS OPEN MOUTH! WHAT FUN DAN MUST BE HAVING!]

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[honeycombing]

[Oh, they're not stinging, thankfully, but they are buzzing very menacingly. As if to say "one false move and you'll be in the hospital for the next three years!". It is very clear something - or somepony - is all that's holding them back from just stabbing him with their behinds.

For her part, Honeycomb is still on the scroll, very casually making herself a peanut butter sandwich and a cup of tea as she watches everything go down.

Pretty warm for an autumn day, don't you think~? Its almost like summer again~!]

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[angry_jerk]

[Whether or not spasming and racing around in a blind panic counts as a false move is irrelevant. The point is: DAN IS FREAKING THE HELL OUT.

BEES. OH GOD THE BEES. EVERYWHERE, BEES.

THIS REALLY IS HELL, ISN'T IT? HE WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG. ALL THESE SMILING IDIOTS ARE JUST A FRONT. THEY'RE JUST THE PEONS TO THIS HIDEOUS CREATURE.

THEY'RE THE WORKER BEES.

AND THIS MONSTER IS THE QUEEN BEE.

Dan was unaware that queen bees didn't actually control hives. They mostly just made more bees.

But he's probably too busy SCREAMING AND ROLLING ON THE GROUND IN FEAR to listen.]