I was just on wattpad and I decided to finally finished this story...so....yeah...

     Steve was humming optimistically as he trotted home from the old folks home.  There was still blood throughout his mane and he was looking forward to a nice hot shower.  He approached the door and unlocked the door with his unicorn horn.  Steve walked inside and headed straight for the bathroom.  He remembered his beautiful day as he started the shower, looking for the perfect temperature.

Time skip

     Steve woke up on the wrong side of the bed...well technically on the floor, he must've rolled off the bed sometime in the night.  But the damage was done, and he was sore all over.  "Damn" He muttered as he got up, feeling all of his bones cracking.  Steve groaned.  Slowly, he made his way to his kitchen and opened the fridge.  He groaned again as he relised that he had nothing except for rotten flesh he was saving for a prank.  He grabbed his wallet and headed out the door.  He trotted down the road towards the town.
     He was in a dilemma, Arby's or Mcdonalds.  Steve sighed and turned around and saw a 24 hour bar and walked that way.  He made his way towards a bar stool.  "Early mornin' drinking?"  The bar keep got a "mph" as a response.  "What can I get ya?" He  asked Steve.  Steve just really didn't care right now.  "Give me the strongest ale you got." He replied.  The man shrugged but proceeded to pour him the alcohol.  He finished it off with pouring it into a shot glass.  He drank it in one gulp.  After about 5 more rounds of this he decided he was done.
     "Cash or Credit?"  "I got my crdit-credit card right h-here."  Replied a slightly intoxicated unicorn as he fumbled for his wallet.  He took it out and handed it to the bar tender.  He herd a distant beeping sound.  "Excuse me sir, but your credit card was declined, do you have any money?" He asked.  "NO, do YoU sIr HaVe AnY mOnEy?  An-An-Andy?" Asked Steve as he tried to read the bar tenders name.  "Sir you need to pay me right now or I'm gonna call the cops."  "I aInT tHrEaTeNeD bY sCuM lIkE yOu!" Steve said as he stood up.  Another bartender saw what was happening and called the po-po.  The cops arrived shortly after and arrested Steve.
    

     Steve sat in his jail cell.  He began to cry, thinking g of how wonderful yesterday was, and all the beautiful screams, and now today he was sitting in a damn cell.  Not to mention he wasn't exactly the nicest to that police officer who arrested him...eh I'm sure the man's relatives will get over the loss.  A woman in a uniform approached his room.  "When you killed that poor police officer, we decided to check out your background.  We found all of your previous murders from a source that wished to remain anomonus.  So enjoy your life sentance!" She ended in a cheerful note as she walked away smiling. 
     Steve knew he wouldn't survive in this hell hole.  Good thing he grabbed that plastic knife from dinner.  There's only one way out.  He carefully placed the knife parallele to his horn, and began to saw it off.  After what seemed like forever, and blood was everywhere, it finally fell off and fell to the ground with a thud.  Steve took a moment to breath from the pain, and then he picked up the horn in which as killed hundreds, and shoved it into his throat.  Instantly Steve started to choke as he drooled blood and then everything went black.  The last thing that he knew was the cold, stone floor catching his body.

The End