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Legitimate spoiler ahead.
”W-what? I wasn’t trying to construct a bomb, I was m-milling materials for a school project…”
>”We’ve already consulted your teacher about such possibilities and she denied them with substantial evidence to back herself up, which is more than you can do. Get some sleep, we’re going to transfer you to the care wing at the institution tomorrow.”
“Don’t I get a lawyer?”
>”No need. Your legal guardian has already given us the go-ahead, so you can’t do jack, you sick fuck.”
>She gives you a backhanded slap across the face, causing the searing pain from the burns on your cheeks to flare back up.
“Ah! Fuck!”
>”Little shits like you are the reason the system exists. I don’t think rehab is going to do anything for anybody that was conspiring to murder the Princess of Fucking Friendship. Were it my choice, I’d have you personally executed.“
”W-what? I wasn’t trying to construct a bomb, I was m-milling materials for a school project…”
>”We’ve already consulted your teacher about such possibilities and she denied them with substantial evidence to back herself up, which is more than you can do. Get some sleep, we’re going to transfer you to the care wing at the institution tomorrow.”
“Don’t I get a lawyer?”
>”No need. Your legal guardian has already given us the go-ahead, so you can’t do jack, you sick fuck.”
>She gives you a backhanded slap across the face, causing the searing pain from the burns on your cheeks to flare back up.
“Ah! Fuck!”
>”Little shits like you are the reason the system exists. I don’t think rehab is going to do anything for anybody that was conspiring to murder the Princess of Fucking Friendship. Were it my choice, I’d have you personally executed.“
Source
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let’s just say if I was writing that story, it would have reached this ending much much sooner, and for an entirely different reason.
Is that the good kind of oh god, or the bad kind?
||>fort amphetamine ||
OH GOD
It’s a fanfic.
https://pastebin.com/sGSfXRXL
not that it would do the filly any good, unless someone thinks to go investigate this ruling. that’s the problem with incarceration; even if there is someone who’d fight to give you justice, they never learn about you, because you’re at “the institution” and not allowed to communicate with the outside world.
also this is a fanfic, when