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// Button 'Stache 
// Story: Final Mashtination 
// by Rinnaul 
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Button woke with his alarm, rolling smoothly out of his bed as the axe hanging above it sliced through his sheets and mattress. He took a moment to rub his eyes, then strode towards the door of his room with purpose.

It was time to get serious. Whoever was trying to kill him seemed to always remain one step ahead.

He turned the doorknob so it was only just open, then, with a shout, butted it open fully and dove through, landing in the hall and rolling back onto his hooves as the safe and bowling ball each hit the floor behind him in turn.

He didn’t look back at them, and paid no mind to the alligator’s faint growls as he passed the bathroom.

If he was going to take this villain down, he’d have to be prepared. Step one, a disguise.

He kicked open the door to his mother’s room, standing back against the far wall in case any more traps awaited him there. After a few seconds, he decided the door was clear, and cautiously made his way into her room. He avoided the bed, wary of what might come from underneath it, and very, very carefully inspected and opened her dresser.

Soon, he found his objective, and without even a single trap in the way: his father’s faux mustache.

He put it into place, and headed towards the wardrobe to find a hat less recognizable than his usual propeller style, and perhaps a trenchcoat.

However, that’s when he felt something tightening around his throat.

He looked around frantically for what sort of trap he might have set off this time, only to see a length of black hair enveloped in a green aura drift in front of his face. The mustache itself had been the trap. It was apparently enchanted to grow out and kill whoever put it on.

“Oh, come on!” Button shouted as best he could around the tightening hairs, dropping to his haunches and trying to pry the mustache off with his forehooves.

Unfortunately, more lengths of hair grew from the mustache, and he only succeeded in getting his hooves captured within it as well. The hairs around his throat kept lengthening and tightening, and soon he fell to his side, his vision fading to black.

His final thoughts before he fell into death’s cold embrace were “Such… horseapples…”



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