Chapter 6: Broken Butterfly Wings
Quickbolt was still fiddling with his crown when he got a text from Pinkamena.
He read it aloud. "I need you to get Fluttershy. I picked out her number. Get her here in an hour." He read
over it again. He nodded and sat his phone (wait, what?) down. He flew to Fluttershy's house. She was
asleep so he just carried her over. "How easy was it to get her?" Pinkamena said, strapping Fluttershy in.
"You wouldn't believe." Quickbolt said, looking at all the numbers Pinkamena picked over time. There were
about 30-40. Fluttershy woke up. "Why am I here?" She asked, looking around the room. "Long story."
Quickbolt said, pulling out the cart. He grabbed an axe, as always. Pinkamena grabbed a sword, as always.
Pinkamena chopped of the hair, as always. Quickbolt chopped of the skin and head, as always. Same routine.
Same weapons. Same thing. He put the body with the others. "4 down..." Pinkamena started. "2 to go."
Quickbolt finished. Pinkamena poofed up her hair and headed upstairs. Quickbolt followed.