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// The finale 
// Story: Whispers of Instinct 
// by New Lunar Principality 
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Spike looked staggered back his anger and garw leaving flowing out of him like Scootaloo’s tears. He dropped Rumble’s nearly lifeless body as Scootaloo walked to stand beside him.

“Were....you going...to kill him?” Scootaloo asked hesitantly. Spike hung his head down in shame.

“Yeah” Scootaloo wiped her tears aways and nudged him.

“Why didn't you say so, thought you were going to ‘teach him a lesson’ or some shit”

“Huh?” Spike gawked like confused.

“Just kill him” Scootaloo said with a smile.

“Ehhh, fuck it” Spike ripped out Rumble’s heart spilling blood and by some form of mysterious fate the blood spelled out two horrible words that every being fears for a whole day a year.



April fools!



And another sentence.



Feel free to call me a bastard 



Spike and Scootaloo then bucked. The end