“triq267!” I hear a man shout.
I look up, groggily shaking off the feeling of drowsiness.
There he is, standing in all his glory, or lack there-of. The man who has sent so many of us to our deaths.
I can guess what’s coming, but I can scarcely comprehend that it’s possible. All it took was a few keystrokes, one click, and I was going to die for it.
I remember that day, the day this all started. I was surfing the internet, when I found a website. Fanpop. The name now brings a bad taste to my mouth. I had enjoyed it at the time. I created an account, made friends, and eventually I had a reputation, I’d made a name for myself. I knew I would be hated by some, but I never realized how much.
It wasn’t until one day, May 2, 2012, that I realized how much I, and the friends I had made, were truly hated. I had logged in, and as always, made my way through the clubs, looking for anything new. I saw a new post on one of the clubs, specifically, the My Little Pony Friendship is Magic page. It seemed like a joke, or someone trying to get attention, talking about how someone had threatened them and us.
I casually commented, “Yeah right”.
I f only I had grasped the seriousness at the time.
After that day, they never logged in again. We all assumed they had gotten bored with us, and maybe were upset that we didn’t give them the attention they had wanted for their last post. But then, it started to happen again. And again. It was happening every day. Some big names stopped showing up. Metallica1147, shadowknuxgirl, even StarWarsFan7 and Tawnyjay. The rest of us began to panic, I and everyone left.
May 15, 2012, I received a phone call, threatening me and my family if I didn’t leave Fanpop forever. I tried to be brave, stand up to them. I said no.
The next day, on my way home from school, the man who now stands before me grabbed me, right off of the sidewalk, somehow avoiding being noticed. I was hit in the head with something heavy and metallic, and woke up where I am now.
The man looks down at me, and then helps me off the floor, before pushing me through a doorway into a large, empty room. There are no windows, the only light is coming from a few flickering light bulbs, openly hanging from the ceiling.
I see another man come in with a rolling cart, covered in a cloth. The first man pulls me over to a large table and straps me down on it.
“Any last words?” The man asks.
“Just a question. Why?” I ask.
“I’m testing, to see how accurate I was. I would use ponies, but since the ones I wanted don’t exist, I went with the next best thing. Bronies. I had to find out which of you were the most stubborn and loyal, just to make it as accurate as possible. So I decided to find out which of you wouldn’t abandon your fellow bronies. You were one of those who succeeded.”
“What do you mean, ‘as accurate as possible’? What are you trying to find the accuracy of?”
The man with the cart pushes it up to the table and removes the cloth, revealing several knives, a variety of saws, and a can of hot coals and nails.
“triq267, have you ever read a story entitled ‘Cupcakes?”
I look up, groggily shaking off the feeling of drowsiness.
There he is, standing in all his glory, or lack there-of. The man who has sent so many of us to our deaths.
I can guess what’s coming, but I can scarcely comprehend that it’s possible. All it took was a few keystrokes, one click, and I was going to die for it.
I remember that day, the day this all started. I was surfing the internet, when I found a website. Fanpop. The name now brings a bad taste to my mouth. I had enjoyed it at the time. I created an account, made friends, and eventually I had a reputation, I’d made a name for myself. I knew I would be hated by some, but I never realized how much.
It wasn’t until one day, May 2, 2012, that I realized how much I, and the friends I had made, were truly hated. I had logged in, and as always, made my way through the clubs, looking for anything new. I saw a new post on one of the clubs, specifically, the My Little Pony Friendship is Magic page. It seemed like a joke, or someone trying to get attention, talking about how someone had threatened them and us.
I casually commented, “Yeah right”.
I f only I had grasped the seriousness at the time.
After that day, they never logged in again. We all assumed they had gotten bored with us, and maybe were upset that we didn’t give them the attention they had wanted for their last post. But then, it started to happen again. And again. It was happening every day. Some big names stopped showing up. Metallica1147, shadowknuxgirl, even StarWarsFan7 and Tawnyjay. The rest of us began to panic, I and everyone left.
May 15, 2012, I received a phone call, threatening me and my family if I didn’t leave Fanpop forever. I tried to be brave, stand up to them. I said no.
The next day, on my way home from school, the man who now stands before me grabbed me, right off of the sidewalk, somehow avoiding being noticed. I was hit in the head with something heavy and metallic, and woke up where I am now.
The man looks down at me, and then helps me off the floor, before pushing me through a doorway into a large, empty room. There are no windows, the only light is coming from a few flickering light bulbs, openly hanging from the ceiling.
I see another man come in with a rolling cart, covered in a cloth. The first man pulls me over to a large table and straps me down on it.
“Any last words?” The man asks.
“Just a question. Why?” I ask.
“I’m testing, to see how accurate I was. I would use ponies, but since the ones I wanted don’t exist, I went with the next best thing. Bronies. I had to find out which of you were the most stubborn and loyal, just to make it as accurate as possible. So I decided to find out which of you wouldn’t abandon your fellow bronies. You were one of those who succeeded.”
“What do you mean, ‘as accurate as possible’? What are you trying to find the accuracy of?”
The man with the cart pushes it up to the table and removes the cloth, revealing several knives, a variety of saws, and a can of hot coals and nails.
“triq267, have you ever read a story entitled ‘Cupcakes?”