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Angel Falling
I, Angel Bunny, lord of the warren and all-around top percentile rodent, am a little bit under the weather. Just a little bit, though. I'm definitely not wracked with aches and pains. Well, some. But it's nothing. Besides, I'm seeing a bunnyfriend on the down low, if you know what I mean, and it's Tuesday. I'll just head out the door and—
"Oh, Angel, you look terrible! Come on, let's get you back in bed so you can rest."
Well, so much for that. Getting doted on by Fluttershy is, well...it's not the worst, but it definitely isn't date night, either.
But there's still hope. Just bust out the old-fashioned bunny-doll eyes. and Flutters is gonna let me do whatever I want.
"Aw, I know you want to go out and play, but I really should take your temperature at least. What if you have that one thing that's going around? I couldn't let you spread that to the other bunnies."
Screw the other bunnies. That's their problem. That's what I wanna say, but Flutters gets mad when I say that for some reason. I don't wanna make her mad. Bad idea. Bad.
She jams a thermometer in my mouth. It's gonna say I have a fever, I just know it. I can see the red bit rising. Some meaningless number is bigger than some other number, and that means I can't get laid? It's bullshit, that's what it is.
God, it's hot in here.
Come on, Flutters, sentence me to bed! You're gonna do it. I know you're gonna do it. You know you're gonna do it. Stop dragging it out, for god's sake! I'm a bit of a dick myself, but god, that teeny little pony has me beat.
She plucks the thermometer out. Finally.
And then she gasps. "Oh my! I don't think I've seen you run a fever this high! You really ought to stay in bed. No buts." And what does she do? She picks me up and plops me into my basket. I don't know how she pulled it off, since I was fighting her every step if the way, but she did it.
"Stay right here, Angel. Let me get you some medicine."
No. This has gone too far. Not only does she cockblock me by confining me to bed, but she's going to use the medicine. Let me put it this way: I don't believe in any benevolent gods, because there's no way any of them would permit the medicine to exist.
She's going to use the medicine. That nag.
She's there. She's holding a spoon full of the demon sludge in her mouth. My body can barely move, and the spoon draws closer. There's only one thing to do. I whip my head around, knocking the spoon away with my ears. Oh god, it's in my ears! But that's better than—
Fluttershy sighs.
I've ticked her off.
"Angel," she says, staring at me. "I know you don't like this medicine. I know you hate how it tastes, and I know you don't like the side effects. But I promise you, it's the best medicine I have for your sickness. Now, please quit being a drama queen and take your medicine."
It's over. She pours out another spoonful and lowers it to my mouth. I have no choice. I open, and it slides in. A thousand imps from Tartarus choke-slam my tongue. I swear to God, I'm going to get back at Fluttershy for unleashing this soapy hell upon me.
After a nap, that is. It's suddenly starting to look like a good idea. Damn this medicine.
"Oh, Angel, you look terrible! Come on, let's get you back in bed so you can rest."
Well, so much for that. Getting doted on by Fluttershy is, well...it's not the worst, but it definitely isn't date night, either.
But there's still hope. Just bust out the old-fashioned bunny-doll eyes. and Flutters is gonna let me do whatever I want.
"Aw, I know you want to go out and play, but I really should take your temperature at least. What if you have that one thing that's going around? I couldn't let you spread that to the other bunnies."
Screw the other bunnies. That's their problem. That's what I wanna say, but Flutters gets mad when I say that for some reason. I don't wanna make her mad. Bad idea. Bad.
She jams a thermometer in my mouth. It's gonna say I have a fever, I just know it. I can see the red bit rising. Some meaningless number is bigger than some other number, and that means I can't get laid? It's bullshit, that's what it is.
God, it's hot in here.
Come on, Flutters, sentence me to bed! You're gonna do it. I know you're gonna do it. You know you're gonna do it. Stop dragging it out, for god's sake! I'm a bit of a dick myself, but god, that teeny little pony has me beat.
She plucks the thermometer out. Finally.
And then she gasps. "Oh my! I don't think I've seen you run a fever this high! You really ought to stay in bed. No buts." And what does she do? She picks me up and plops me into my basket. I don't know how she pulled it off, since I was fighting her every step if the way, but she did it.
"Stay right here, Angel. Let me get you some medicine."
No. This has gone too far. Not only does she cockblock me by confining me to bed, but she's going to use the medicine. Let me put it this way: I don't believe in any benevolent gods, because there's no way any of them would permit the medicine to exist.
She's going to use the medicine. That nag.
She's there. She's holding a spoon full of the demon sludge in her mouth. My body can barely move, and the spoon draws closer. There's only one thing to do. I whip my head around, knocking the spoon away with my ears. Oh god, it's in my ears! But that's better than—
Fluttershy sighs.
I've ticked her off.
"Angel," she says, staring at me. "I know you don't like this medicine. I know you hate how it tastes, and I know you don't like the side effects. But I promise you, it's the best medicine I have for your sickness. Now, please quit being a drama queen and take your medicine."
It's over. She pours out another spoonful and lowers it to my mouth. I have no choice. I open, and it slides in. A thousand imps from Tartarus choke-slam my tongue. I swear to God, I'm going to get back at Fluttershy for unleashing this soapy hell upon me.
After a nap, that is. It's suddenly starting to look like a good idea. Damn this medicine.