You break the glass.​ Glass shards impale derpy. Blood is gushing out of the box in spurts. You try to call an ambulance, but the landline has a short circuit from Derpy's bodily fluids. The glass box collapses in on itself, and more glass gets impaled. You whip out your cellphone, and call 911, but you can barely hear the receptionist due to the pony nearby shrieking in immense pain. The blood has begun to pool, and has reached your ankles. Derpy passes out from the pain, and you can finally hear the woman on the phone, she says that she has sent an ambulance your way, and hangs up the phone. You pray to every religion's deities that derpy survives, you feel for a pulse. Still living. The blood is halfway up your shins now. The ambulance arrives, and 3 paramedics get out to help the poor horse, as soon as they open the door, a tsunami of blood comes rushing out of the building onto the doctors. One of them loses their balance and face plants into the broken glass. You never check his pulse as you feel its safe to assume that the glass coming out of the back of his head wasn't friendly on its way through. The other two medics are shocked and horrified at what was before them. Nonetheless, they went to work, slowly pulling the glass out of the pair of bodies. The blood has almost reached your pelvis now. You try to help, but you trip. You catch yourself on a nearby table, but your Jello mix falls out of your pocket. As soon as the powder makes contact with the blood turns into gak. The glass turns into gak. Derpy turns into gak. The medics turn into gak. Your house turns into gak. Your neighborhood is gak. You

are

gak.



This could have all been avoided if you would have left the damn pony to die in its box. You brought the Gakpocalypse down upon yourself.﻿