Flitter thought she knew what it meant to be strong, after meeting Fluttershy.
But when the dead start to walk again, they're both going to need it.
Estee has technically approved this travesty of a classic story, accompanied by a slightly raised eyebrow, a look that could wither a freight train, and a sigh that still echoes mournfully in the remote corners of spacetime.
The first draft of this story appeared in the October 2020 Writeoff, where it came in next to last.
This story is also a part of Racc’s Crackfic Storm!
Chapters (1)
Fast on them shooti' irons aint ya tex? A real punslinger!
I'd throw things, but that would be off-brand.
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Estee will remember this.
That said, delightful bit of shambling silliness. Thank you for it.
Pet Sematary.
Well, I suppose I did resurrect the piano. Twice. It was only a matter of time before that 'nine lives' thing came back around, and...
This calls for fitting theme music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciWr46dZi6c
I blame Twilight. You know she is responsible for this. Or the Cutie Mark Crusaders Necromancers, Yay!
That line nearly killed me.
Not a zombie fan, so I probably missed most of the jokes in this, but you had me at “This… is my broomstick,”.
This made me laugh.
This is the ickiest favorite I've ever given.
Hello! Have a review. As well as this courtesy note, you also get an upvote. Fortunately I have read Estee's original, otherwise I have no idea what I would have made of this!
Delightfully funny and horrific.