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// chapter 8: I just deadass scare death now 
// Story: Bamboozled again! 
// by Theboxcatgamr 
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Ok so I'm sorry if I'm a bit angry while telling you guys this but thanks to a certain someone I woke up with a bump on my head and well... Fuck me I can't remember what I was talking about.

"you were telling them about what happened when we joined back up"

"Thanks Clyde! Also why the FUCK my head hurt?"

the fucker went to his place to avoid me and my grammar-less rage.

now that I remember what I was telling you guys lets continue:

Ok so Clyde came back absolutely shit-faced and I can only assume that things didn't go well on his end. Blueblood asked me who I was talking to and raised an eyebrow when I said a drunk shadow. He shrugged it off and we continued out path to the giant tree (that to my knowledge probably was supposed to be a castle) with Clyde asleep and basically in a coma. When we got to twilight's house she was talking to some prick who's name was probably related to some duchebag fratboy fuck thanks to the backwards hat and sunglasses. He was talking shit and I was having none of it. So as a result of my actions I decided to let you guys hear the conversation in all its glory:

"Really? a tree? Lame. My father could probably buy this place for only ten bits with it looking like this you wannabe s-

He was interrupted by a crushing grip on his windpipe and I let this quip out:

"You see this tree?" He nodded nervously 

"You see this beautiful motherfucking tree?"

"Y-Yes I see it" 

I reeled back and threw him out of the door while shouting 

"YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT!"  

Blueblood shut the door behind me looking a bit scared of my display. 
I apologized for the yelling to the both of them and judging by the tear stains in the carpet floor it seamed like I made the right decision. After finally going through the tale of the clown and pirate she asked if I took care of Clyde. I said he's cool and explained how he's my main man (except when he hits me over the head) and wasn't dangerous to the ponies. I then told a story so sad that you could practically hear the worlds smallest violin at work: 

"So I'm homeless again"

"what? What do you mean by that? You said you had a place what happened? 

"The demolition crew finally decided to take the old school down and now both me and my man..." 

Being the forgetting basterd I am, I already forgot bluebloods fake name and it showed on my face as clear as day.
Despite the fact that I forgot his name twilight asked about how long I was living like this and why I didn't come to her sooner. I told her how she would feel having some random ass guy suddenly ask to bunk with her and then stated that was exactly what I planned to do. She said yes and even let blueblood stay.  Unfortunately death himself had other plans letting out a evil laugh as he materialized in front of me in the form of a pony this time instead of the usual skeleton cloak guy:

"Your time is up no-"
He stopped in realization and looked at me and if he didn't have that cloak covering his face I could almost see the fear in his eyes. Not because of me being threatening but because I was his first ever screw up. Tears were building up in my eyes and all I could manage was a sound that could be compared to a raptor noise.
I'm going to be honest I wasn't even speaking English at this point and by the end of my gibberish I made my point across by following the rules of unstable rage #32 and I stated my request a few times:

GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT...
There was much more then just that but I don't feel like continuing that for half an hour and death quickly left just like he appeared but much more frantic. 

The two ponys were flabbergasted and bamboozled as they should have been. No one should ever do what I did with death and let's just say he heard a small bit of my mixtape. Only fucker I have ever found who deserved it.  So after punching the spot where death once was I calmed down a small bit by going outside to where the fratboy fuck still was and punted the prick into a tree. It was therapeutic to me at least. Not so much to the bystanders.

I slammed the door shut and basically I decided to tell the two of them a secret as to why I hate death like I do.

Did you think I would tell you guys?

BAMBOOZLED AGA-

actually I already told them

CLYDE YOU FUCKING ASSHAT