I walked out to the front porch. I was sad, angry, heartbroken even. I killed my friends. I had to. Then the police arrived. I told them exactly what happened. And showed them the security footage to prove it. Then I went home. I sat on the deck. I started to sing a song.

Lets try to m-m-make it r-right.

I took a deep breath

D-don't w-w-want to start a fight.

And I'm so sorry that I killed you earlier tonight.

You're not so scary even in the moonlight.

But you're all happy just because I did survive the night.

   I cried some more. Goodbye my friends. I'll miss you. Then I remembered the microchips. The old manager was arrested after being accused of making death machines. And I was given the rights to Pinkie Pie's Pizza. So I'll make a new restaurant. Where they will be remade. New and shiny. Out with the old and in with the new.