Alone in equestria, new age edition #2 random writefags going

What genre are YFNAnon and SciAnon's stories?

>>28741905
YFNAnon is JoJo Bizarre Adventure lite, Sci Anon is Sunset trying to pressure a bully victim she put in the hospital, he also may or may not have been her only friend and tried to help her make the wrong decisions, also might have had a crush on her that Sunset knew about and is desperately trying to deny responsibility for her actions. Sci is however RIP sense, last January I believe, might have been the year before that. Its been awhile.

>>28741938
>help her make the wrong
not* make the wrong

>>28743051
Or, make the Wong.

>>28743301
Bimp

>>28743782
Bump again

>>28717854
>Setting your tray down on the lunch table you patiently wait for Applejack and the others to arrive.
>You examine the meal Granny Smith prepared for the student body.
>Poking at it with your spork it... jiggles a little.
>You're pretty sure today's lunch is supposed to be some type of casserole.
>Sometimes you're baffled on the meals Applejack's grandmother at home versus the ones she does at school.
>Taking a bite, you look around the lunchroom and watch the students of Canterlot high go about their days.
>To them, this is their entire world. The pressures of life not much of a concern to them.
>Instead it's hair, music, cars, video games or whatever things they use to distract themselves with.
>Lyra and Bon Bon walk by your table and give you a brief wave and smile.
>You return the gesture and continue to eat.
>In the far corner of the room are the four students that tried to pick a fight with you some time ago.
>Still nursing wounds from your earlier encounter with them, they pretend not to look at you.
>Spending their time whispering to each other and glaring at you intently.
>"Darling?"
>Looking up, you see Rarity standing by you with a large dufflebag.
"Hello Rarity."
>She sets her bag and tray down and takes a seat next to you.
>"How's your day been?"
"Been counting the days until I encounter some magical phenomenon that sends me back in time." you reply dryly. “Considering everything that’s happened it’s only a matter of time.”
>"That's... good?"

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>>28745916
>She spreads out her skirt and grabs her utensil.
>Rarity takes one look at the meal in front of her and grimaces.
>"I didn't get a chance to look at the menu. Do you happen to know what this is?"
"Casserole. I think."
>"It doesn't seem to look like any casserole I've ever seen." she says taking a sporkful.
>Letting her eat, you pull out the mp3 player Applejack got you and put in an earbud.
>Pressing play on the current track, you let the music drown out the ambient noise of the cafeteria.
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"I know you aren't much for idle chit-chat dear, but it's been a quiet week don't you think?"
>Thinking back, after the incident with with the hit-squad and the other witchers it actually has been pretty quiet.
"Yeah. Now that I think about it, it kind of has."
>"I don't suppose you've heard from Gilda and those other two fellows have you?"
"No. And hopefully, they've done what they came to Canterlot for and left."
>She wipes her mouth with her napkin, "Don't care much for them do you?"
"That obvious huh?"
>"Indeed." she says with a knowing smile, "You may not like to talk much, but your body language speaks volumes."
"How very astute of you."
>Rarity giggles.
>You recall the conversation you had with Scorpan that night.

>"The question is a simple yes or no Wolf." Tirek says, obviously getting impatient from your lack of a definitive answer.
>"Calm yourself brother; so Wolf... Anonymous, what do you say? Will you join us?"
"I'm not signing up for some mission I don't even know the specifics too."
>"C'mon dude." Gilda says under her breath.
>You and Scorpan each shoot her a glare.
>Straightening his jacket, Scorpan turns back to you.
"If this is so important to the Grandmaster then you wouldn't have any issue explaining what you are doing."

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>>28745930
>"Wolf, just imagine the glory should we succeed. Your knowledge of the local area could greatly simplify our time here." Scorpan says. "And I'll be honest, I much prefer the cold north and the Skellige isles."
>Suddenly his expression darkens, "We’re not going to offer again so it would be in your best interest to join us. "
>You narrow your eyes.
"Is that a threat?"
>"I don't know? Is it?"
>Taking a step back, Scorpan recoils his hand when it becomes obvious that you aren't taking his offer.
>"That's a shame."
"I want you three to finish your business here and leave."
>"Is *that* a threat Wolf?" Tirek says "Because I don't much like that tone."
>He pulls out one of his hand axes while you draw your smaller silver sword out.
>Tirek snorts, "What is that? A toothpick?"
>Scorpan just watches intently. Gilda however looks incredibly apprehensive at the possibility of an imminent fight.
>A bead of sweat builds up on your head as Tirek stares you down.
>He's bigger, stronger, and has a farther reach than you. Not to mention he's better equipped at the moment.
>Not to mention, his brother might intervene if you somehow gain the upper hand.
>"C'mon guys, we don't need to waste time on the Wolf." Gilda says trying to diffuse the situation.
>"Don't interfere Griffin, if the Wolf wants a fight he'll get a fight."
>It's only then does Scorpan step in.
>"She's right Tirek, the Wolf does have his own set of allies to help if they sense he's in danger. One of them looks to be a higher vampire as well."
>Snorting, Tirek lowers his axe.
>"Fine."
>"Very well Wolf, we'll finish our business as soon as possible. Hopefully we'll meet again at our winter gathering at the Keep."
>You highly doubt it.

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>>28745938
>Bowing his head slightly, Scorpan takes his leave as his brother glares at you and follows.
>Gilda walks up to you, "Hey, I know we ain't the best of friends but take care of Dash for me alright?"
"..."
>"She's been my only friend for a long time. If anything happens to her I'll kick your ass."
>Storing her rifle on the bike, she uses her index and ring fingers to let her know she's keeping her eye on you.
>Bringing the engine to life, Gilda puts on her helmet, pulls a wheelie and rides off.
>You stand there just watching Gilda's tail lights disappear into the distance.
>Re-sheathing your sword, you let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.
>Giving the forest one last look, you head back to the house.

>"Oh by the way Anon, I love that shirt you're wearing." Rarity says bringing you back to the present.
>Her hand rests on your thigh.
>"Uh huh, I'm sure you do." Applejack says, grabbing the back of Rarity's chair moving her away from you.
>Rarity pouts, "How rude! I was in the middle of a conversation!"
>Applejack puts her own chair in between you and Rarity and tilts her hat back.
>"Oh don't play innocent with me you she-devil. Ah saw yer hand going to places it shouldn't have."
>Rarity crosses her arms and huffs.
>"Howdy sug." Applejack says turning to you.
>She gives you a kiss on the lips and sits down.
"Hey Applejack."
>"Everything alright Anon?"
"As I told Rarity, my day has been fine." you tell her.
>As Rarity chats with a passerby, Applejack leans in. "Anon, yer day may have been fine, but we both know you've been a little melancholy like ever since we got back."
"I'm fine, seriously."
>"Anon..."
"AJ, don't worry about it. Please."
>She frowns, "Fine. But I'm here if you need someone to talk to."
>You give Applejack a small reassuring smile, but it doesn't look like she's very convinced by it.

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>>28745959
>To be frank, the news Sunset told you about the Grandmaster still bothers you to some degree.
>Saying you don't really know how to approach this is an understatement.
>For one, it was an event that happened years ago. Not to mention how awkward the whole deal would be if you just suddenly asked him about that night.
>Let alone if he would even speak to you about it.
>But after Sunset and Twilight both spent time detailing the memory in vivid detail, you are rather curious on why Shining Armor in particular was so important.
>Any adolescent boy should have been good enough for the process of becoming a witcher.
>So why Shining? Unlike the majority of fellow candidates who were orphans, if he went missing surely someone would have noticed.
>And it's not like your order is very public. Very few organizations and individuals know it still exists so attention is not the most desirable trait considering what happens to the young boys.
>Apparently it was worth the risk to try and take him but Tirek seemed to have botched the job.
>But that only begs the question of why didn't the Grandmaster send someone else at a later time?
>All these questions and theories just go through your head as Sunset and Twilight also join you at the table.
>"Hello girls, Anon."
>"Hiya Sunset, Twilight."
>"How's Big Macintosh liking his new truck?" Sunset asks.
>"Oh he was like a kid on Christmas morning." Applejack says with a cheeky grin, "Course, he can't drive it round town fer obvious reasons but still."
>As the rest of the girls arrive and begin chatting about their respective days, Sunset bangs her head on the table Exasperated by the workload given by some teacher in one of her previous class periods.
>You try your best to look involved in their conversations with simple affirmatives and non-specific answers.

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>>28745986
>Soon enough the lunch period ends and everyone heads to their next few classes before the day ends.
>Walking down the halls, a few students give you a friendly wave as you pass by.
>At least the opinions of those four individuals is clearly in the minority. The thought itself gives you a sense of relief.
>You've ever rarely felt accepted anywhere for an extended period of time.
>You don't even wear your sunglasses properly anymore.
>Turning towards the library, you see Vinyl walk out with a load of books in her arms and almost bump into her.
>"Oh hey, sup Anon."
"Hey Vinyl, how's Octavia?"
>"She's doing fine. Finally managed to get her transformation under control the other day after some effort. Though I'm keeping her at home until then just to keep an eye on her."
"I would figure you would be at home with her then."
>"I'm just picking up her homework and stuff. Can't let Tavi slack on her schoolwork just because of a little excess hair."
>Makes sense, Vinyl is her guardian after all.
>She leans in close, "Don't suppose you heard anything about those other witchers though have you? Kinda on edge ever since they showed up."
>Much to her dismay, you shake your head.
"No, not a word."
>"Damn. I really hope they're gone, the last thing I want is for them to think Octavia is one of those goons leftover."
>You wish you could tell her some more reassuring news, but unfortunately you don't.
"The best I can tell you is to keep an eye out. I have no idea why they're in Canterlot."
>"Well that really sucks." she says running a hand through her blue hair. "If you hear anything let me know 'kay?"
"Sure thing."
>Vinyl walks off down the hall. You give her one last look before entering the library.
>Before you can walk through the doors a female voice calls your name.
>"Mr. Anonymous? I'm glad I could run into you."

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>>28746013
-Meanwhile-
>"Alright class, all the groups have been assigned. Your projects are due next week so use the rest of class time to prepare."
>As everyone breaks off into their project groups, you, Applejack and Twilight set down at the latter's table.
>"Say Sunset?"
"Yes Applejack?" you reply, setting down your bag and taking your seat.
>"You know how you and Princess Twilight are little pony people back in Equestria?"
"Uh huh?"
>"And Princess Twilight said at one point we all have pony counterparts like our Twi here?"
>You take out your chemistry book and open it to the latest chapter.
"I'm pretty sure, yes. Why?"
>Applejack adjusts her hat slightly before scratching her chin.
>She seems slightly embarrassed to ask whatever it is she wants to ask.
"You can ask me anything Applejack."
>Her eyes dart side to side, "Well... uh... Apple Bloom was kinda wondering what you might think Anon would look like on the other side of that portal."
>W-what?
>You and Twilight begin snickering until it evolves into a full blown laugh. Other students in the classroom take a look back at you until they roll their eyes.
>Applejack pouts, "Ah nevermind. It was a silly question anyway."
>Digging her face into her textbook, Applejack just tries to pretend this conversation never happened.
>You wonder what brought this on?
>Though now that you think about it...
>What would Anon look like as a pony. Would he still keep that perpetual frown? That gruff personality?
>"Applejack, I think Anon would make a cute pony." Twilight whispers to her, albeit with a small giggle that undermines the sincerity.
>The blush on your friends face becomes even brighter.
>"And now I regret even asking you."
"I wonder what Anon would think?"
>"Sunset don't you dare tell him." she threatens.
>You share a knowing look with Twilight.
>"Let's just get back to our project." Applejack mutters.
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>>28745916
Based Axii.

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>>28746030
>Anon as pony
Something along these lines I would think.

>>28746122
That's...saved.

>>28746013
Who is the mystery woman?

>>28745916
Anon, please don't tempt the time lords. They are masters of fuckery.
>>28746122
Found a new OP pic for the next thread.

I apologise for the radio silence the past few days, I've been busy as guck. Anyway, update coming in about 10 mins.

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>>28746778

>The Big Cheese races forward, aiming straight for Razor.
>Razor slowly moves forward, and turns round Cheese, narrowly missing It's powerful lifting arm.
>Cheese spins round and rams Razor towards the pit.
>With minimal effort, Razor slowly crushes Cheese with its claw, effortlessly piercing the yellow hull.
>The big wedge drives back, attempting to remove Razors claw, but to no avail.
>Razor crushes its claw down once more, piercing Cheeses front wheel, immobilising it.
>Cheese slams its arm down, hitting Razor in the side.
>It raises back up, lifting Razor up with it.
>It only lifts halfway before dropping Razor back on the ground.
>Free from Cheese's grip, Razor rushes forward and smashes into the wedge, slowly pushing it towards the pit.
>Completely helpless, The Big Cheese spins its wheels, before toppling straight into the pit, ending the match.
>The horns blare once again, accompanying the roar of the crowd.
>"And an amazing performance by Razor and The Big Cheese; unfortunately, Cheese is out of the game and Razor's going through to the next round!"
>Smiling, you get up and head back down to the workshop, eager to have a chat with the teams.
>Team Cheese wont be happy about the outcome of the match.
>First battle ever and they lost.
>Well they did go up against Razor, who without a doubt is one of the best robots here.
>Oh well, that's their problem.
>As if on cue, Team cheese barges into the workshop.
>Their leader storms in, whilst a geeky little guy drags the holey robot through.

>>28746817

>"Where's the other team!?"
>Neon lights, the dickbag.
>Well a bag of dicks would be more pleasant to look at.
"Not here, why?"
>The look on his face says it all, he's looking for trouble.
>"They ruined my robot, they're paying for the damages!"
>You look between him and his teammate, who's struggling with dragging the robot through.
>You walk towards him, grab the other end and haul it through.
>It's big, but heavier than you expected.
>You look back to Neon, still seething from his defeat.
"Your robot eh? What kind of motor is in it?"
>He looks between you and his teammate, clueless to what you're talking about.
>"Well er, it's er-"
"Er, eh, er" you mimic in a poor impression of his voice.
"Are you sure its your robot? It doesn't seem like you're sure."
>Neon huffs and slowly stomps towards you.
>"And what makes you think it isn't my bot hey?!"
>You chuckle and give him your best smug grin.
"If it was your bot, you would be able to tell me what motor is in it, what the shell is made from, how much power the lifting arm has. Y'know, the basic things you should know if you built it."
>You look back to the geeky kid, who's nervously standing there, looking at the floor.
"My guess is this dude built the robot, and you're merely riding his coattails and taking the credit."
>If he wasn't angry before, he sure is now, his hands are practically shaking.
>Before Neon can reply, the workshop doors bang open, with Norman pushing Razor through.
>Before you can even greet him, Neon pushes past you and storms up to Norman, seething with rage.
>This could get very ugly very quickly.

>>28746836

>"What the fuck are you doing trashing my bot?!"
>Neon kicks Razor over, then storms right up to Norman and pushes him back, sending him tumbling back through the doors.
>Not having any of it, you jog towards Neon and grab his collar.
>You pull him back, hard, and throw him down to the floor.
>Without missing a beat, you step towards your workbench and grab a thick metal bar.
>Neon gets up and rushes you.
>He only takes a few steps before noticing the bar in your hands.
"I wont have any fighting in my workshop, you understand?"
>He looks between you and Norman, who's slowly getting back on his feet.
>"We're not done here, and you!"
>He points at Norman.
>"I better not see you here, or I'll-"
>"Or you'll what?"
>Rusty calmy walks in, and gets straight into Neon's face.
>Considering Neon is a good few inches taller than Rusty, he still looks terrified at Rusty's appearance.
>He should be, since Rusty is a burly, muscular bloke.
>"I ever see you here again, I'll personally put you in my car crusher, got it hotshot?"
>Neon glares at Rusty, before wordlessly pushing past him and out the workshop doors.
>You put the metal bar back by the workbench and stretch your arms.
"Bloody hell, what an utter twat."
>You chuckle and head for the geeky kid.
"Your bot fared well, considering Razor is one of the best bots we've had."
>You pat him on the shoulder and look at his robot.
"What's your name man?"
>"Uh, Micro Chips. And you think my robots good?"
"Yeah, I mean you nearly pitted Razor over there. You could do with making it smaller maybe? And maybe a flipper on the front here."
>You point to the panel at the front of the robot.
>"So, you built this yourself?"
>Micro Chips straightens up and beams.
>"Yep, I made it out of some bits lying around. And some bits from the junkyard.

>>28746836

>"I knew I recognised you, Rusty interjects. You came by a few weeks back looking for metal right? If you had told me you were building a bot I would have given you more than a few bits of metal. Afterall, it's you guys that make this whole event possible. Speaking of..."
>Rusty reaches into his pocket and pulls out a large wad of cash.
>Splitting it, he hands half to Norman and half to Chips.
>Chips looks at the money, not really sure what to make of it.
>"What's this for?
"Its for participating. You built the bot so you get something out of it, even if you dont win. As Rusty said, it's people like you who keep the show going. No robots, no show."
>Chips smiles, pockets the cash and shakes Rusty's hand.
>"What should I do about Cheese? Neon drove me here, and I can't drive so-"
>"Don't worry 'bout it kid, leave it here and I'll keep it locked up in here. Norm over there does the same usually."
>Chips smiles again and holds out his hand.
>You give it a firm shake, and give him a nod.
"Take it easy man, oh I forgot to ask. Why are you working with that arsehole? What does he get out of it?"
>"Oh. Well he said if we win the battles we'll get rich, and we'll get more popular on Youtube," Chips replies halfheartedly.
"Trust me, you're better off without him, he's just using your brains cause he doesn't have any."
>You share a laugh with him, then check your watch.
>8pm. Perfect.
"Right, I'm going home, need to get this homework done."
>"You're leaving now?! To do homework?! You lameass!" Rusty laughs deeply.
"Well it needs to be done, plus I need to fix that laptop out, the replacement I'm using here is bollocks."
>The mechanic nods in approval.
>"Yeah you're right about that, I'll see you on Friday night though yeah?"
"Oh yeah, I'll be there all night, and I'll have that laptop sorted by then."
>Rusty nods once more, then looks at his watch.

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>>28746895

>"Righto, time for the final two battles, you can stay watch if you want kid."
>He looks over to Chips, who merely nods back.
"Cool, see you Friday Rusty."
>You give him a fistbump, and start walking out.
"Later Norman!"
>He waves at you before you walk out the doors.
>You pull out your phone and check up on your favourite mongolian image boards.
>Nothing interesting, oh well.
>You pocket your phone and pull out your keys.
>Popping the door open, you hop in and shut the door.
>You start it up and pull your phone out again.
>You scroll through your music till you find what you're looking for.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFH2Xou9ZPI
>Time to chill out and drive.
>Probably your favourite pastime.
>Just cruising down the roads, enjoying the sound of your music.
>The rumble of the engine as you drive through the city calms your mind.
>Yep, definitly your favourite past time.
>You drop a gear and turn the corner, slowing down as you near your home.
>The rumbling of the engine stops as you pull out the key.
>Locking it, you fumble for your house key and unlock the door.
>Once again, you carefully tread through the mess that is your home.
>You really need to tidy up at some point.
>You stumble your way through to the kitchen, eager to calm the low grumble of your stomach.
>Then it hits you.
>You forgot to go shopping.
>Bollocks, looks like you're going back out again.
>Not that it bothers you much.
>Sighing, you tread once more through your house and back outside.
>Locking the door, you unlock the car and hop in.

>>28746836

"Sorry about the party Pinkie, I know you really wanted Anon to come."
>You wrap your arm around Pinkie and pull her close, attempting to comfort her.
>"Its okay sunny bunny, I'm not that upset."
"Your hair's deflated a bit though."
>Pinkie sniffles and turns to you.
>"Okay maybe I'm a bit upset, but it's okay, we can try again tomorrow."
>Pinkie smiles and her face lights up a little.
"Maybe we should give him some space first, I think we came on too strong and he got agitated. I men, it didn't look like he had many, if any friends.
>"Yeah, but it doesn't mean he can blow us off like that the asshole," Rainbow shouts.
>"I have to agree with Rainbow darling, it's quite uncouth of him to just not bother showing up, without letting us know."
>"Um, well it wasn't very nice of him", Fluttershy chimes in.
"Well at least we had a good time, didn't we Pinkie?"
>Pinkie grins and her hair poofs back up again.
>"Yeah, it was pretty fun, especially when Rainbow got cake all over her face!"
>Everyine laugs and giggles with Pinkie, brightening her up even more.
>Applejack stops and points over to the road.
>"Ain't that Anon over there in the car?"
>You look over and see the same Mustang you saw outside school.
"Yeah it is, should we-"
>"I'm on it", Rainbow replies as ahe speeds off towards the car.
>You watch as she speeds past Anon and stops in the middle of the road.
>The car screeches to a halt as Rainbow grins like an idiot.
>Anon leans out the window and shouts at her.
>"What the fuck are you doing you dopey cunt? You trying to get yourself killed?!"
>Without thinking, you run towards the car, with the rest of you following suit.
>"Well you should have come to the party!", Rainbow shouts.
>"The fuck are you talking about? MOVE!"
>You dash up and pull Rainbow out of the way.
>Before you can say anything, Anon revs the car and speeds off down the road.

>>28746949
>You look at Rainbow sternly, hoping she has a decent reason why she would do something so stupid.
"Rainbow Dash! Why would you something like that?"
>"Ya could'a been killed!", Applejack shouts.
>"What were you thinking darling?! He could have run you over!"
>Rainbow huffs and pulls herself away from you.
>"We needed to do something! I couldn't just let him drive by without doing anything."
"Rainbow lets just leave it." You sigh deeply and rub your head.
"We can talk to him tomorrow okay? Now lets just get home and chill out yeah?"
>The group nods in agreement and walk off the road towards home.
>"Soo Sunset, what are we going to do about Anon?"
>You think for a moment.
>What are you going to do?
>You've ruined your chances of being friends with him.
>No Sunset, you can't just give up like that.
>You have to try harder.
"I'll speak to him tomorrow, alone. Then I'll see where it goes. There's no telling how Anon's going to react, especially aftet all this."
>"That's not a bad plan, Twilight replies, but should I still try and talk to him about technology and things?"
>You think it over, mulling over the possibilities and outcomes.
>It shouldn't be too bad.
"Yeah. That's a good idea. If you have any classes with him you could chat then."
>Twilight meekly nods and pulls out her phone.
>"It's getting late, I should head home."
>"Yeah ah gotta be up early tomorrow to help Big Mac with some stuff."
>You near your house and turn to the girls.
"I could do with an early night myself, I'll see you in school tomorrow?"
>Everyone nods and says their goodbyes.
>You wave back to them and head inside.
>You flick your shoes off and head for the sofa, plopping yourself down and sinking into the cushions.
>Hopefully things will go better tomorrow.
>You sigh as your breathing slows and your eyelids flutter.
>You should probably get into bed.
>Its nice and comfy on the sofa.
>Without thinking, you pull a blanket over yourself and snuggle into the sofa.
>Just a few minutes.

>>28746949

I know I fucked up the post links, sorry.

Pastebins been updated: http://pastebin.com/UcG73ANS

I will hopefully be posting again soon, maybe tomorrow

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>It's lunchtime at CHS, the cafeteria is booming with banter from the students
>Groups of friends conquer tables and areas that they make their home
>Everybody has their own group, too! That's what makes this school so great, there isn't ever anyone alone, because everyone has a place here
>At least...
>Not until recently, a new student came around
>You only know his name, nothing else, and you've never seen someone so isolated before
>Not even you were this anti-social, and this is coming from you!
>Fluttershy!
>You, are Fluttershy
>You sit with your wonderful group of friends, though not paying them any attention
>What's up with Anon?
>Is he just THAT shy?
>Did he do something wrong? Does nobody like him?
"Hey Fluttershy, what's up? You look a bit distant, everything ok?" Sunset nudges your arm with her elbow
>"Oh! Nothing, it's just... Anon"
>Sunset raises an eyebrow and glances towards him, he's standing up, leaning against the wall and eating his food
>There's something off about him, you don't really know
"Hmm, I see why you worry, Fluttershy. It's weird that he's just standing in that corner all by himself, yeah?"
>You nod, though you wouldn't really call it "weird"
"Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?"
>Everyone looks at Sunset, then to Anon
"I jus' figured that's the way he wants it, he's in mah' calculus and he barely says a word to our group. He only speaks when the teacher asks him a question" Applejack says, taking a big bite out of her apple
>Rarity nods and hums in agreement
"Yes, Applejack's right, I have him in my ceramics class, but he doesn't do anything! He tells the teacher he's too busy to work, but he never has anything in front of him!"
>How odd.
"Maybe he's just not used to CHS? Where's he from?" Sunset looks at the girls expectantly, as if they knew
>"I don't really think we'd know that one, Sunset"
>She shrugs her shoulders and smiles bashfully
"Yeah, right"
>You think someone needs to talk to him
>Not you, of course...

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>>28747035
"Maybe he's just thinking SUUPER hard about the Halloween party on Monday! And he doesn't want to get distracted!" Pinkie suggests, waving her hands
>You give her a look of uncertainty, the rest of the girls do the same
"Maybe that's only you, Pinkie" Twilight adds, the girls giggle
"You're exactly right, Twilight! I have no shame in it!"
>Oh Pinkie, never change
"He's in the same PE class as I am" Rainbow says, the girls wait for her to continue
>"Uhm, anything else...?" You raise an eyebrow at the rainbow haired athlete
"Uh, No! Let's just say he's really good at soccer..." Dash looks away embarrassed
"He beat you at soccer?! What!?" Pinkie blurts
>Dash blushes in shame and nods slowly
>Anon is one bundle of curiosity, isn't he? He must be really athletic to have beaten Dash at soccer
"So what's he look like under that hoodie, Dash?" Rarity says
"What?"
"His arms! Are they...muscular or..?" She gestures and dash now gets it
>The other girls seem pretty interested, as well
"Well, they're not that muscular, sure, he's got lean arms but really nothing over the top" She admits
>Rarity nodded
"Have you seen him with his shirt off...?"
>What
"Ooooh, juicy!" Pinkie says, leaning in to fill her ears
>How could have Dash seen anon's bare chest, though? There are separate locker rooms! Right?
"Rarity, how would she have even-" Sunset started
"Yeah, I have"
>"What? Rainbow how could you have seen th-"
"It was a dare! I was dared to look into the boys locker room! Nothing else!"
>Well, that wasn't too bad, better than anything you were thinking of
"Oh! Well how was that?" Rarity asked, there was a twinkle in her eyes
>Rainbow thought for a moment
"There was a big ol' scar across his heart"
>WHAT?
"A scar?" Twilight asked
"Yeah, scar, it was like THIS big right over his chest! It was actually pretty awesome!"
>The girls gossip and banter about Anon and other things involving school, but you just looked at Anon
>Does nobody else see what the problem is here?

>>28747350
Am i missing something here?

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>>28747350
>You, are Anon
>And what the hell are those girls looking at?
>Are they talking about you? Why though?
>You recognize two of them, the Rainbow one and the blonde. Ah heck
>Is the Rainbow one mad because you destroyed her at soccer?
>Though, you didn't really play fair, but there were no rules set! It's okay
>So you're good! As long as nobody knows about what you did
>You hope to god nobody knows about you
>Once word starts getting around about your ar-
>Huh?
>The yellow girl is walking up to you...
>Uh, look normal! Don't say anything stupid! Actually...
>You don't really want her near you, that's pretty dangerous
>Any one of them can pop up at any moment looking for you, anyone in their way would be killed
>And that one's on you, of course
>It's your job to keep those bastards at bay
>Shit, she's getting really close, should you leave? At least say something before you just run off
>She opens her mouth to speak, her head rising out from the shadow of her pink hair
>You stand up straight and throw your lunch in the garbage
>"Hello!"
>You then turn your back to her and speed-walk away, fucking smooth
>"Goodbye!"
"Uhm..."
>She stands there, it almost looks like she's about to cry! Don't you fucking cry!
>Then you'll cry, and then everyone would start crying and it'd be your fault!
>You have quite the burden on your shoulders, and come to think of it going to school doesn't make your life any easier
>You make it to the exit and burst through the doors with a loud thwunk
>The people in the hallway give you a glance then return to themselves or their friends
>"That wasn't awkward at all, I practically made myself look like an idiot and I'm pretty sure she's crying!" You say to yourself
>It's okay, it's all over and done with
>You just hope she doesn't try it again, your not really interested in friends yet
>And if they knew the situation they'd be thinking the same about you
>The bell rings and everyone comes walking out of the cafeteria
>Ceramics time!

>>28747604
Does it feel like it? Hmm, you'll have explanations.

>>28746995
You will now be added to the next OP.

>>28747684
it's the dialogue, usually the person the perspective is in is black and the other characters are green. You've got it backwards and the story is moving pretty quickly

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>>28747661
>Walking to ceramics was the usual, you got to keep to yourself
>You were pretty meh about ceramics, instead of actually working like expected you'd just think about things
>You probably look pretty weird now that you think about it, just sitting there with your eyes closed
>Doing nothing
>It's whatever, the class is quiet enough for you to focus on your thoughts, so it's not entirely your fault
>They should talk louder
>You arrive as the bell chimes and you rush to your seat in the back
>The teacher marks you tardy if you aren't in your seat at the bell, though luckily yours was the last one he'd check so you got a few extra seconds
>Everyone walks over to the cabinet in the front of the room to grab their current projects
>The occasional bong would make an appearance, even though this was a pottery project
>Fucking kids, man
>The teacher smashed any inappropriate things made in the class but these kids were good at working on them on the down low
>You, of course, had nothing
>You sat across from a white skinned, purple haired girl that would occasionally look at you funny
>Wait a minute...
>She was at the table with the yellow girl!
>How weird, they weren't interested in you, were they? You're just some random guy with a hoodie, nothing to see here, move along
>Maybe you're being too distant to others? Is that what has caught their eye? Good looking out, they are
>You hadn't thought of this until now
>Maybe having a few friends could make you stand out less, as odd as that sounds
>Everyone at this school has friends, so loners were the most noticeable
>You'll go talk to her, what to say?
>Ahh, perfect
>You move out of your seat and pick it up
>You try to be pretty sneaky about it, so you duck just a little to draw less attention
>But you've learned that you're not very good at avoiding attention
>You arrive unscathed and place your seat next to hers
>"Hey there"
"Oh, hello"
>What next?
>"I really like the design on that"
>She smiles.
>Score!

>>28747769
Ooooh, I can change that for ya! Sorry iI got it mixed up!

>>28747880
IS this the Mercer Anon story? I only ask because the virus leaves a big fucking scar over the heart when its implanted.

>>28748398
Mercer?

As in... Blacklight?

>>28748409
Yup.

>>28748398
Is* shift button gets stuck a bit.

>>28749540

>>28748398
Is'nt mercer anon still camping?

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>wake up
>see all this green

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>>28750140
Bum0

>>28750780
Has anyone else got a massive empty gap at the bottom oof the thread? It looks like an add should be there but i dont know

>>28750131
I don't know, that's why I asked.

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>>28750140
Ikr, it's good to see so much green!

Continued from: http://pastebin.com/VDqqPVnA

>The images begin to flash once more, but this time with more fervor that seems to resonate strongly with you
>The rising anger that comes from the pit of your stomach when you see your lazy bum of a father crashed on the couch again
>The epiphany of realizing that you don’t need him anymore as you start to provide for yourself
>The freedom that comes with unburdening yourself with ties to any so-called “family” that drags you down quicker than concrete shoes
>The satisfaction that comes with making your own rules on how to live as you take what’s yours
>The almost child-like pride you start to feel as you carve out your own empire on the streets with your best friend
>How your angry existence has meaning once more as you gaze at all the faces of your street-tested comrades who’ll be there with you through thick and thin
>The return of your happiness through new exploits with your rag-tag crew running your own section of the city
>The steady escalation of your midnight exploits as you do more daring deeds and make a name for yourself
>The addictive power you can suddenly throw around that comes with your well-earned infamy on the streets
>The unshakable confidence that no matter the challenge YOU and your crew will get through it your way
>The short-sightedness of failing to notice that your best friend starts to run with the crew less and less
>The bull-headed stubbornness to not even acknowledge that you don’t seem to talk as much as you used to with your best friend
>The immediate denial of the truth in front of you as you rationalize seeing your best friend hang out with someone else more than you
>The almost inconceivable shock that strikes you to the core when your best friend decides it’d be best to part ways

>>28751091
IT IS TIME

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>>28751091
>The sore throat and aching heart that comes with having your first REAL argument with who you thought was your best friend
>The despair of losing the last person who was a constant reminder that the life you live could be good
>The crippling isolation that is felt as the hollow smiles of your “comrades” ask what’s wrong
>The petrifying realization that she was the reason your life was able to be good again
>The desperate tears that come with figuring out that YOU were responsible for her leaving while sitting in your special spot all alone
>The beautiful shooting star that soars through the sky as you stare longingly towards it through the bottom of a bottle
>The sudden jolt of renewed vigor that courses throughout your entire body like lightning
>The rekindled anger that ignites within as you put the pieces together
>The smoldering fury that brands to your soul upon realizing that it wasn't YOUR fault
>The righteous indignation that seems to burst into full hellfire as you think back to your supposed “best friend”
>The vengeful wishes that fill you head as you start to burn up, literally
>The unfiltered horror as you scream bloody murder upon the rooftop in the midnight hour after finding yourself on fire
>The slow realization that your flame engulfed body isn’t being burned like dry firewood
>The experimental curiosity you seek to sate as you try to grasp what these raging flames are
>The otherworldly voice that gives you confidence once more as you hone your new abilities
>The soft reassurance that it’s all HER fault, and the acceptance of that as truth
>The screen cuts out abruptly as you’re brought back to the room
>Fuck is that trippy
>It’s like living out another person’s memories, but skimming through it
>You hold a hand to your now throbbing head
>At least you got the gist of what happened to Gilda, kinda

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>>28751115
>It’s like the images came to life and reenacted memories through her eyes
>So they could be slightly skewed due to it being her perspective
>It’s strange though, they all had residual feelings that lurked after the images were done, but that last one didn’t
>Almost as if it was cut off before it could finish…
>Odd
>You look back to the blackened tv screen
>It’s definitely turned off now
>Guess that’s it for channel Gilda
>Not that you’re sad about it, that was a weird feeling seeing her life through her eyes
>You will say it makes you a bit more empathetic towards her, but you’re left with questions
>Like why did you even see this?
>It probably has something to do with the gap in your memory, but on the bright side you did get some answers
>She got magical powers and a voice that sounds suspiciously like Nihilem talked to her
>It’s pretty safe to assume she’s a SIN
>Hell, the title card literally said which SIN she is
>Wrath…
>Ok that settles it!
>You’ve had this surreal feeling and these magic visions now which can only mean one thing!
>Whatever happened with you losing your memory was fucked
>So you have to figure it out
>You nod in affirmation
>So, first order of business should be…
>Um, going to the place you remember being last?
>That sounds like a great idea!
>And not just because it’s just outside your bedroom door!
>Returning to the scene of the crime could jog your memory
>As you’re about to turn away from the tv you catch something in the corner of your eye
>You almost brush it off, but something seems to pull you towards the tv to investigate
>Turning on your heel you look back to the tv
>Nothing at all has changed
>Hmm, must’ve been yo—
>WAIT
>You look closely at the edge of the black tv screen

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>>28751127
>A small distortion of black is noticeable on the tv screen
>You don’t know how
>It’s like a black that devours the screen’s blackness in comparison of how black it is
>As though the screen’s blackness had too much color for this embodiment of black
>It’s almost darker than black
>Just focusing on it for this moment is causing you to be drawn into it
>Like it wants to not only absorb all other visible light, but also absorb you with it
>Then suddenly, your whole vision is of this blackness
>As though you were lost in a sea of it
>Though it only lasts for a moment it seems like lifetimes before a white tear forms in the middle of your vision
>The tear starts to widen as blinding color starts to flood into the ocean of black causing it to blur
>It seeps throughout your vision granting you something to look at besides endless black
>However something feels off, as if you’re back in one of those memories again watching through someone’s eyes
>Your surroundings look, cartoonish
>Pastel colors the room as you appear to be staring into a fire
>”So THIS is how they repay ME!?”
>Who is this?
>A white aura surrounds an amber glass as it’s tossed against a wall
>”I work to ensure that unicorns won’t starve, and THEY say it’s TOO MUCH!”
>What?
>You apparently stand and look to the ground as you stamp a HOOF(!?) down in frustration
>You’re watching a pony’s memories?
>”We don’t need to rely on those filthy MUD PONIES for sustenance any longer!”
>Was that a slur or something?
>”Not when we can feed on something else that will never run out…”
>Air?
>"Why consume food when you could go for something, MUCH more plentiful?"

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>>28751137
>Something more plentiful than food?
>”They called me an abomination!”
>You can feel the intense hatred this pony is feeling right now
>”THEY don’t want to become like ME! They don’t wish to finally surpass this mortal coil!”
>You seem to be pacing back and forth shaking your head
>”No, THEY don’t DESERVE to become like me!”
>You stop in place and stare out a broken snow encrusted window overlooking mountains of snow
>”I’ll show them how powerful you can be when you unshackle yourself from the burden of a unicorn body…”
>You turn toward a caved in door hanging off its hinges leading out into a ruined hallway
>”They’ll all rule the day they decided to cast ME aside to become FRIENDS with those mud ponies and cloud herders!”
>The memory starts to fade as you trot towards the exit
>Blinking you appear to be back in your good old barren room
>Still staring at a blank screen
>Who the hell was that?
>Who the hell talks to themselves?
>Well, out loud at least
>Seems whoever it was, was off their rocker
>You’ll have to ask Sunset about it
>What would you even ask though?
>Hey I experienced a memory of some unicorn throwing around racial slurs for other pony types because his peers think he’s a monster while looking out at the snow!
>Maybe you’ll just file this away in your mind for now…
>Instead of focusing on that, you should really start dealing with that whole amnesia thing
>You check you phone once more
>Who knows, maybe it has service now?
>Pulling it out and pressing the lock button you find that, nothing has changed
>Well mostly
>Now the “help” is the regular slide to unlock
>That’s odd, maybe you just read it wrong?

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>>28751144
>You shake your head
>You’ve been getting side-tracked too much lately
>It’s kinda concerning honestly
>You put you phone back in your pocket and head towards your door
>Your closed door, which in itself is odd
>You NEVER close your bedroom door
>Then again, you don’t usually sleep on top of your covers
>Or wear a clean hoodie without showering
>Actually…
>You decide to ACTUALLY look yourself over
>You don’t smell, and you don’t have any noticeable injuries
>Peeking inside your sweater you seem to be missing two missing chunks of flesh as well
>What the HELL happened before?!
>NO, can’t get distracted for too long
>You place a hand on the door handle
>You’ll visit your living room and THEN figure out all that other stuff
>Like where your pin and injures disappeared to
>How come you’re getting broadcasted visions of other’s memories on your tv?
>You twist the handle and push the door open
>To reveal nothing
>Everything is as it should be
>Wait, why is everything as it should be?
>Looking around it seems your table is sitting in its place with the two chairs pushed in underneath it, but that’s not what’s bothering you
>No, what’s bothering you is what ISN’T there
>Well what isn’t on the counter
>You don’t remember answering the door, but you DO remember making tea
>Yea, you were making tea and heating up those crumpet things Rarity packed for you
>However they aren’t on the counter like they should be
>This place looks like it does on every other day, but not how it should now
>Something is practically screaming in the back of your head
>As though that’s not the only thing wrong with how this place looks
>Your stomach suddenly feels heavy

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>>28751147
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekPaYGVLifY
>No, your whole body is heavy
>Not to mention sore
>Your arms hang like dead weight at your sides as it takes an almost herculean effort to just stay standing
>You feel like you just decided to let several WWE wrestlers take turns using you as a personal punching bag
>You can’t even laugh at the thought of it
>Your body is too sore, and your head hurts
>You hold a hand against your face as you start to wobble a bit
>You hear a loud cracking noise coming from your kitchen
>Wha—
>Before you can even see what it is a *CRASH* of what sounds like porcelain echoes loudly
>You take a wobbly step forward towards the kitchen before having to stop and steady yourself
>What the hell is wrong with you?
>Without warning one of your dining chairs throws itself towards you
>What is…
>It doesn’t get far as it shatters into pieces before hitting you
>Why did that?
>Your breathing has become haggard and raspy
>You take a few steps to the table and lean onto it for support
>Something isn’t right…
>Your table collapses to the floor as you lean on it almost causing you to go down with it
>Your heart beats like an irregular drum as you try to keep calm
>But the combination of unknown surprises and an overwhelming bad feeling that is permeating you to your very core are making it very hard to stay calm
>As you try to gain your bearings you hear, screams
>Distorted screaming
>As if people were shouting out for someone, but they were shouting in unison as one
>A loud *CRACK* thunders beside you as a hole rips itself open in your wall
>You finally can’t take standing anymore and instead slump against the wall without a hole in it
>You would’ve aimed for the other chair, but that seems like too much you can’t do

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>>28751150
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5GgdUvNTEU
>You sit on the floor huffing and puffing as your head throbs with each beat of your heart’s frantic rhythm
>You cough a bit as your breath won’t seem to come back to you
>It’s like the punches Flash gave you, but if every moment you were getting punched again
>That and instead of a single punch it’s several punches to your everything
>Your coughing seems to pick up and you cover your mouth to stop yourself from moving so much
>Bringing your hand away from your mouth causes your heartbeat to redouble its efforts
>Looking at your hand it appears to be covered in blood
>What the hell is going o—
*VVVRRRRRMMBBBBBB*
>You jump a bit at the sound of your phone vibrating in your pocket
>Your head has stopped thumping with your beating heart
>You can breathe easily once more as the pain you just recently felt seems to fade away
>You look back to your blood covered hand
>Only to discover that the only thing on it is some saliva
>What the hell…
>Despite still feeling like something is wrong, to a lesser extent then before, you pull your phone out once more
>A preview of a text from an unknown number pops up on your phone
>It says, “Anon I”
>That’s all it says
>You what?
>With shaky hands you try sliding your phone lock off, and to your surprise it works
>Opening the conversation you decide to try and contact this unknown caller
>You reply with an easy question
>I what?
>You wait for a reply for what feels like hours before you impatiently type another message
>What do you want!?
>You lean back against the wall
>You can’t deal with this shit
>You realize just how parched you are right now
>Maybe that drink of water would help you right now
>You carefully make your way to your feet with no trouble
>Your legs are OK
>You slowly pace towards the kitchen as you look around at all your broken belongings

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>>28751155
>What the hell caused everything to break?
>A poltergeist?
>You shake the thoughts of what could’ve from your head as you grab a glass
>Why don’t you just drink first think later
>You fill up the glass with some nice cold purified water, and then downing it like you’ve been raiding the Saracen heretics for the lord all day
>After downing the glass with a *gulp* you let out a sigh
>Much better
>You turn away from the faucet and lean back on the sink
>You just need to chill
>Your eyes sweep the kitchen and stop on your stove
>The readout on it is blinking “need your”
>NANI!?
>You rub your eyes and blink hoping that you’re seeing things
>Opening them up once more the readout now just blinks “00:00” like it experienced a blackout
>Calm down
>You’re just seeing things!
>Not like THAT’S bad or anything!
>You let out a little chuckle
>Why don’t you check to see if the unknown number texted back!
>Yea, something nice to take your mind off THIS
>You pull out your phone and open up the conversation once more
>You almost drop the phone
>The conversation…
>It says YOU started it with the “I what?”
>There is no “Anon I”
>Your breathing has increased to the point of almost hyperventilating
>THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR!
>Hell, you didn’t sign up for anything!
>You close your eyes as you drag a hand down your now slightly sweaty face
>Breathe, just breathe
>Magic is real, so why not spooky ghosts?
>Just punch em with holy water, or your magic
>That you can’t use because you don’t have your pin…
>You’re about to start screaming when your mental breakdown is interrupted by your phone vibrating once more
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atuFSv2bLa8&feature=youtu.be&t=1m15s
>You quickly look to see it’s the unknown number calling
>You hesitantly answer it
“H-hello?”
>You hear nothing but light breathing on the other end
“What do you want from me!?”
>The breathing stops
>”For you to wake up.”
.
.
.
End for today, hope ya liked it!

>>28751155
Ah...
>You gain brouzouf.

E.Y.E. was a great game.

Could update as usual dude.

>>28751269
*Good, not could. I need more sleep ):
Fortunately modafinil is a thing

>>28751155
Oh shit, he's turning into a deranged monster.

>>28751163
WAKE ME UP

>>28751163
So is Luna fucking with him in his sleep, Discord fucking with him in his sleep, or is magic shenanigans from some unknown source doing it, or is it Pinkie yelling in his ear?

>>28751458
sleep faget

I can't believe he is dead

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I love this screencap. Just letting you all know.

>>28756214
That birds like fuck you lad im stayin ere what you gonna do you chubby coon

>>28751458
Thank you I really appreciate it, but uh just know I'm still waiting for that middle of the week update DIGITAL

>>28753659
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C0fxoot-7c

>>28756575
I'm more concerned with Rares face

>>28753215

>>28758747

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bump from 9

>>28760438
SQUISHY FUNBAGS

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Pinkie's "wake up" costume for Anon.

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bump from 9 again.

>>28756214
Kek

>>28762927
Bump fron m8

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>>28751163
>”GAS GAS GAS! I’m gonna step on the gas! Tonight I—”
>Your eyes snap open as you jolt awake slicked in a cold sweat
>You almost bite your tongue in your panicked awakening
>You blink a few times as adrenaline races through your veins causing your heart to beat almost as hard as in your dream
>You feel like your stomach wants to evacuate all its contents out onto the floor
>Luckily for you, it has no contents to evacuate
>You can hear your phone ringing in your pocket as your mind starts to catch up with current events, but you don’t think you have the freedom to answer it right now
>Your shaking hand says the time for answering phones is not right now
>Your breathing is already ragged as you process where you are with shifting eyes
>You’re in your room, slumped up against a wall
>It looks as though you’re all alone here
>Again, just like in your dream…
>You close your eyes for a moment in an attempt to calm down
>You slow down your breathing by breathing in through your mouth and out the nose
>You know it’s been years since your last nightmare, but a dream shouldn’t shake you this much
>You swallow the building up saliva in your mouth
>Just take your mind off it and think of something else
>Don’t think about the fact that you had a nightmare so vivid that you felt actual physical pain
>NOT HELPING
>You should try to focus on something else to distract yourself while your heart slows
>How about pazzak?
>Better start with picking a side deck
>Need a +/- 6 alright
>As you imagine flipping through the cards in the deck you can already feel the familiar game calming you down

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>>28764199
>You haven’t needed to distract yourself from something bad in a while, have you?
>How about spicing the game up with a flip 3&6 card?
>You haven’t really needed to lately have you?
>You don’t usually even touch those
>But now…
>You sigh as you think of an opponent
>You stop just before dealing cards
>You’re calm enough now
>You open your eyes slowly as you start to look around the room once more
>Are those shredded clothes on your bed?
>Wait, something more important you have to check first
>You lift your arms up and inspect them
>You don’t have any injuries again!
>Do NOT freak out!
>Upon further inspection your clothes are all torn up and bloody
>Quite a bit more than after you fought Gilda
>What happened?
>You realize you can’t hear blaring Eurobeat, guess you missed the call
>You wipe some built-up sweat from your forehead
>Was that just a nightmare?
>It was probably thanks to someone’s magical interference, but who?
>D wouldn’t have, he gave you his word that he’d leave you alone for tonight
>Well, you HOPE he wouldn’t have
>D seems like a slippery devil, but something about how he said that struck you as an honest promise
>Ah well, no use wondering about it on the floor
>You move to get up, but notice a small weight in your lap stopping you
>Looking down it appears to be, a stuffed animal?
>Hey, that’s not just any stuffed animal
>That’s Tedd E Bear!
>You used to love taking naps with him!
>It’s even got that chunk of ear yours was missing from that encounter with the family dog
>This one can’t be yours right?
>Yours was lost to the great toybox in the sky a long time ago
>You pick up the little stuffed bear by the armpits
“Where’d you come from little guy?”
>It proceeds to *boop* you on the nose with its tiny paw

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>>28764300
>You freeze up as the small stuffed bear stares into your soul
>Ah, so you’re still dreaming?
>It’s like inception, you’re on another layer of nightmare
>Of course
>You gently place the bear down on the floor giving its head a little pat
>Yep, just gonna not deal with this
>You lie down on your side and face the wall
>Sometimes, you just need a break from it all
>Or, maybe you just don’t feel like dealing with animate teddy bears right now and would rather stay right here just facing a wall for a few minutes
>A few moments pass by as you watch your wallpaper age before feeling someone else’s embrace from behind causing you to tense up
>Not because it’s someone from behind hugging you
>No, because of something much worse
>Looking back it appears to be a naked Sunset rubbing her face and chest against your back
>Now you know it’s Jordan, and in retrospect should’ve guessed that from the start
>However, just because you KNOW the naked Sunset behind you isn’t actually the real Sunset doesn’t make this any less HARD!
>Well, technically it isn’t THIS that’s hard right now, but uh…
>You sigh as Jordan continues to try spooning you on the floor as Sunset
>You slowly get up making sure not to even LOOK in Jordan’s general direction
>You grab the discarded clothes you probably put on Jordan before and toss them at it
“Please get dressed once more for me will ya?”
>You hear the rustling of fabric behind you
>Seems Jordan can understand you a bit better now
>You pull out you phone to see the time
>5:42pm
>Damn, you lost like an hour and a half or so
>You drag your hands down your face as you groan

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>>28764321
>You feel Jordan clinging to your arm as you stand there waiting
>Good, you’re hungry like the wolf right now
“Cool, let’s go an—“
>Looking back you stop halfway as you notice Jordan frowning slightly while looking down
>Your legs travel down those delectable thighs to see the pants coiled at Jordan’s feet
>What did you even expect?
>You crouch down and pull the pants around the ankles up Sunset’s slender legs
>No wait, bad thoughts JORDAN’S legs, NOT Sunset!
>You have to manually breathe as you once again tie a little knot in the sweatpants strings to keep Jordan’s decency intact
“There all better.”
>After you stand up Jordan smiles before hugging your midsection with a purr
>This little bug is very affectionate ain’t it?
>You will admit it brings a smile to your face
>You rub Jordan’s head and turn to the doorway to the living room
“Let’s get something to eat shall we?”
>Oh wait
>Forgot you don’t know what Jordan eats
“Well, I’ll eat.”
>Though you should find out what the little tyke eats
>And what happened in the last hour or so
>Food first, amnesia second
>You walk out into the living room with your Jordan armband secured firmly around your arm
>You don’t think you’ll be getting used to this much physical contact with Sunse-Jordan’s boobs
>You probably shouldn’t
>Woah
>You stand amongst the wreckage that was your living room
>Maybe wreckage is a bit strong, but shit
>All your stuff is broken!
>Except for a single chair
>You bend down and pick up a piece of wood
>Just what in god’s name happened here?

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>>28764329
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIprdhZie6w
>A spike of pain surges through your brain
>You drop the wood as you fall to your knees
>It feels like a chunk of your brain is being charred on a grill!
>You grit your teeth and close your eyes as the searing pain spreads throughout your brain
>Without warning memories start to bubble up in your mind
>They seem foreign, yet completely your own
>You go through them, unable to think about anything else
>What are these?
>Feelings and actions you don’t recall doing
>Punches and kicks you don’t remember receiving
>Your muscles start to tense up to phantom blows of the past
>Shattering of wood as you slam into it
>A feeling of smug satisfaction while you stand above, Aria?
>Everything is tinged red and blurry so it’s hard to tell
>Before a sudden absence of emotion strikes
>Then a hellish storm of fury erupting from within
>You’re hyperventilating now
>Rage harnessed as flame to burn through someone
>You squeeze your hand as you feel the heat centered on it
>Your fingers wrapped around someone’s throat
>Adagio?
>The life draining from their eyes
>The happiness from snuffing out the fire of another
>You can taste acidic bile rising in your throat
>Chasing Aria down
>Beating her bloodied
>All with manic fury carved onto your face
>About to strike out at, at Pinkie?
>You wouldn’t…
>The smile plastered to your face as you reel up to punch right through her
>You’re not like that…
>Before being crushed from something behind you
>Smashing someone over and over until your fists went raw
>Throwing, rage at them
>Then being pinned against a wall
>As your mind becomes your own once more you empty what little remains in your stomach onto the floor

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>>28764338
>You stay huddled over on your elbows and knees for a moment to gain your mental bearings
>So many thoughts are flying through your head it’s almost too much
>That can’t have been you could it?
>You’ve changed
>You wouldn’t do anything like that now
>You’re better than that
>You’ve acquired discipline
>The smell of rancid vomit drifts to your nose causing you to cough
>You had a hard time seeing what happened after you started strangling Adagio
>What caused you to, get THAT mad?
>What would stop you mid-attack?
>You spit out some leftover vomit in your mouth as you wipe your lips
>Guess you had something left in your stomach huh?
>You feel a hand rub your arched back
>Looking over to its owner you see Jordan sitting on the floor next to you
>Little guy is trying to smile reassuringly you think, but it comes off more cute than anything
>You push yourself onto your ass as you sit back
“Sorry bout that Jordan, kinda came outta nowhere.”
>Jordan snuggles into your side as you stare at the broken remains of the battlefield with new clarity
>So you fought the BJ brigade and won?
>So who was the guy who beat you?
>How’d he even beat you?
>From what you remember, you felt practically invincible
>You palm your pin while yo-wait a second
>You look down at your torn up tank-top
>THERE IS A DISTINCT LACK OF PIN THERE!
>You breathe in a big breath before letting it out slowly
>No problem
>None what so ever
>It’s all daijobu
>EVERYTHING IS FIRE!
>Whatareyougonnadowhatareyougonnadowhatareyougonn—
>Your stomach grumbles loudly at you interrupting your mental freakout while you get Sunset cuddles
>Jordan cuddles, not Sunset
>You palm your face with both hands

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>>28764346
>You can’t deal with all this right now
>No, you just really don’t want to deal with this
>You can feel Jordan’s heat radiating from its body as it snuggles you
>You slap you face with both palms
>Get a hold of yourself Anon!
>You aren’t one to just give up anymore!
>You ARE different than before!
>You CAN fight without that pin!
>You WILL find out what made you berserk!
>You’ve got THIS!
>Done with your little pep talk you nod furiously
>You just need to organize a list of things you need to do!
>First thing though, a snack
>You stand up with Jordan in tow
>You should probably clean the vomit off the floor first
>No, your stomach demands snacks!
“Come on Jordan, food time is now!”
>You step over the broken plate
>Rip in peace Rarity crumpets
>Wait, where are they?
>Did the BJ brigade take them?
>You’d complain, but considering what you did to Adagio…
>Maybe letting them have your floor crumpets is the least you can do
>You stand in your kitchen with a hand cupping your chin
>Now just WHAT should you eat?
>Probably nothing TOO heavy since you’ve got to meet up at Twilight’s in…
>You check your phone once more for the time
>5:50pm
>In about half an hour probably
>Which means someone will pick you up soon, right?
>Shit, you completely forgot to get anyone else’s number besides Sunset and Rarity didn’t you?
>Cause you can’t call Rarity, not with how you left her…
>You just keep doing good things today don’t ya?
>Guess you’ll just have to ask Sunset for a ride or someone else’s number
>Or you could see if the unknown caller is one of the girls
>Hmm, take a chance or just call Sunset?
>No, you’re different than your old self so take a chance!
>You redial the unknown caller and hold your breath in anticipation
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0XcOLuGkik&feature=youtu.be&t=1m11s
>Music?
>You hear a squeak outside your door before hearing a voice from the hallway and phone
>”Hiya, Non-non!”
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Sorry for the short one guys, til next time

>>28764321
Am dying, right now all I can see when I read about the bear at first is just an image of the SCP.

>>28764351
This gon be good.

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>>28764351

I hate the fact that I'm not as productive with this story as I used to.

Since I'm on break today, I'll try to get some work in for tomorrow.

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>>28766962
Thanks Axii. We trust you to get shit done.

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>>28766962

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bump from 9 again, snuggle the ponk

I'm sorry to be that person lads, but my grandmother recently died and i'm feeling utterly shit.

Insult me as you do, but keep this thread going please, as it was the last thing I read before she died. It's a selfish thing to ask to feed my own self shit but thank you anyway.

>>28768424
We were doing that anyways.

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Emergency Trixie Bump

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>>28769358
bump with a cute Trixie.

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>>28770829
BUMP

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>>28771706

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>>28746030
>"Mr. Anonymous? I'm glad I could run into you."
"Principal Celestia?"
>Turning around you see instead it's Ms. Cheerilee struggling to roll a cart full of textbooks in front of her with a pair of wrist mounted crutches.
>"Why do people always think I'm Principal Celestia?" she says looking exasperated. "Do we really sound that similar to each other?"
>The last time you saw her was during the Everfree field trip.
>She seems to have maken a decent recovery since then. Compared to the bloody state she was in as she was loaded into the ambulance.
>Though a quick glance at neck and her arm, you can see the end of the scars peeking out from behind her scarf and long sleeve shirt respectively.
"Ms. Cheerilee? It's been awhile. Just come back?"
>She smiles at you.
>"Yes, still not one hundred percent at least not for another month." she says tapping her leg brace, "But I'm well enough to work and it’s good to see another friendly face that doesn’t try to avoid eye contact with me".
"Well whatever the case, you're looking well. It's good to see you again."
>She adjusts her sleeve, though her smile grows a little more.
>"Thank you Anon."
"Do you need a hand? That's a lot of books."
>"Oh I couldn't..." she says trying to brush you off. "I'm the librarian and you probably have something better to do."
>You grab the other end of the cart and pull it behind you through the door.
"Eh, I got nothing better to do until school's out. I don't actually attend CHS remember?"
>She follows you into the library, trying to protest the entire way before falling behind.
>Grabbing a book from the cart, you take a look at the barcode on the back and head to the correct section.
>Since you came to Canterlot High, you've already familiarized yourself with the layout of the library from helping Cheerilee in the past.

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>>28773605
>Stepping onto the vintage wheeled ladder, you kick off the floor and roll over to the proper section.
>You manage to identify and place more than half the books before Cheerilee finally manages to catch up to you.
>"Mr. Anonymous please, I can handle this myself." Cheerilee chastises.
>Yanking the book out of your hand, she huffs at you and proceeds to look at the barcode.
>You look a little surprised at her tone.
>Looking between the top of the shelf and her crutches, she sighs in defeat and offers the book back.
>"I'm sorry, I just... it's been awhile since I've done something besides sitting in a hospital bed and therapy."
>Taking the book, you give her an understanding nod.
"I get it. Getting antsy, kept away from doing something you love."
>"Took the first chance I could to come back to school." she says before laughing, "To think, when I was in high school I couldn't wait until I was out."
>Taking another book from the cart, you climb up the ladder again.
"Take it from someone who's lost more blood than someone should be pumping in a lifetime; don't rush the healing process if you don't have to."
>"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." she says handing you another book, "This one goes up there as well."
"Sorry I couldn't be there sooner though."
>"Mr. Anonymous it's not your fault. You couldn't have predicted what would happen."
"No but I could hav-"
>Cheerilee smacks your legs with one of her crutches, "Now, don't start going into "what if" scenarios. What's happened, happened. Just be glad with the fact that you stopped it from getting worse."
>Tell that to the student that died.
>You didn't know him very well but it was apparent other students here cared about him.
>According to Pinkie Pie, some of the other students who went on that trip to Camp Everfree don't seem to smile or socialize as often as they used to.

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>>28773612
>Not to mention those four delinquents who tried to pick a fight with you cited his passing as one reason why they should get rid of you.
"I know, but the after effects of that trip are still being felt by more than a few individuals it seems."
>"Well that's just par for the course after such a horrific event. Time heals all wounds as they say, but it never specifies how much time each individual needs."
>No kidding.
>You continue sorting and replacing books with her. Despite her attempting to take on more than she can actually handle, you can see she does appreciate the help.
>During that time she tells you of her time and frustrations recovering and her rehab sessions while she was on medical leave. Which isn't really all that exciting to be honest.
>You don't really mind listening though, its quite clear she needs someone to talk and vent too.
>Eventually, you manage to complete all her work well before the second to last school bell rings.
"I better get going now. Take care Ms. Cheerilee."
>"Thank you Mr. Anonymous. For everything." she states with a smile and a wave.

>Exiting the library, you head to an empty chem lab and lock the door behind you.
>Checking your watch, you grimace.
>While you don't mind helping out, it took a little longer than you planned. Hopefully none of the vials burst.
>You take your time examining some of the cooking liquids in their beakers.
>Thanks to a little convincing and a small bribe, Principal Celestia and Luna allowed you to "borrow" one of the chemistry rooms to brew up your potions and oils.
>Part of you wonders why you didn't think of this before, as the school has access to a wider variety of compounds that you normally would have to go through a lot of hassle to get.
>Though the two heads of the school have given you this space, you avoid making explosives and grenades here.

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>>28773634
>Last thing you need is some curious student walking in and getting the bright idea of playing with whatever you make. Or worse, consuming a potion you left cooking on a burner.
>That's not going to be a pleasant day for anyone...
>With that in mind, you make sure to take what you need to bring back to the farm and set aside a couple of the more "reactive" ingredients to bring later with Big Mac's help.
>Turning off the burner, you wait a few moments for a vial filled with a black viscous liquid to settle.
>Giving it a sniff and a cursory inspection, you end up corking it and putting it alongside a tray with three other identical vials.
>And with that you've finished the last batch of Black Blood, Vampire and Cursed Oil.
>Since your encounter last week, you're gonna keep at least one vial of each on your person from now on.
>You've been getting complacent.
>Double checking your work you place them into your vial holster and put that into a hardshell backpack.
>Maybe you should look into getting some of those injector pens, could play those off as diabetic or allergy medication.
>Granted, those are a little more costly per unit than simple plastic or glass vials.
>*Knock* *knock*
>"Anon?" a female voice calls from the other side.
"Who is it?" you ask without looking away from what you're doing.
>"It's the person who let you use this room." the voice says in a sing-song manner.
>Rolling your eyes, you lock the case of Calcium Equum and put it back into the cabinet.
>Heading to the door and opening it, you see a beaming Principal Celestia standing in front of you.
>"Hello Anon."
"Celestia" you reply with a curt nod. "What can I do for you?"
>"Oh I just had some free time and wanted to see how the room was to your liking."
"As you can see I'm doing fine. Spent a little time helping Cheerilee earlier."

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>>28773643
>Your guests smile falls a little, "Yes I heard about her coming back from my sister, I was a little apprehensive of letting her back to work so soon. How is she?"
"She'll be fine, just needs a little help once in awhile though."
>Celestia walks inside and sees all the vials and chemistry equipment out.
>"Doing a little experiment?" she asks.
"Not quite."
>Celestia picks up one of the spare vials of Swallow potion you have clamped on the stand and swirls the contents around.
>"What is it?"
"A witcher potion."
>"Anon? I really hope you didn't just borrow this room for that roleplay club." she says "Because I've told them countless times before that-"
"It's not for that, those potions are what keep me alive. That one right there enhances my body's recovery rate so wounds heal faster in minutes versus hours and days."
>Her eyes widen in surprise.
>"Really? Something like that sounds like it would be incredibly useful for modern medicine."
"It would be, if it wasn't for the fact Witcher potions are incredibly toxic."
>"Toxic?"
"Let me put it this way, it would be like you drinking a liter of bleach and chlorine."
>Celestia cringes and gives the vial another look, "And you drink this stuff all the time?"
"Only when I need to. While I can metabolize the stuff easier, drinking too much of this would start killing me too."
>"You can't be serious..."
"Have you ever known me to joke around?" you retort.
>"No. Can't say I have. Though I admit, the idea of you making such poisonous solutions is giving me second thoughts on our arrangement."
>Opening your hand, she gives you the vial back.
"So what's the real reason you're here?"
>"Like I said, it's to-"
>You give her a deadpan look and she sighs.
>"Oh fine. Luna and I would like to know if you would join us on a night out tonight. Our treat."
>Well this is new.
"The occasion?"

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>>28773651
>"Just a chance to unwind after a long work week. My sister and I do this every chance when we can make time."
>Shaking your head, you decline.
"As much as I would like that, I still have some more vampire oil to make."
>"Vampire oil? Yes, I remember you mentioning vampires before." she says, "Anon, can't you just use garlic or holy water to keep them away?"
"If I wanted to get myself killed sure." you say waving your hand, "Garlic, holy water, stakes, none of those things actually work. Besides, after what happened last week I need to make more preparations against them."
>Celestia raises a brow, "What happened last week?"
"Got kidnapped by a hit squad consisting of werewolves led by a vampire. Long story short, if it wasn't for some lucky circumstance I wouldn't be talking to you right now."
>You purposely keep Vinyl and Octavia's role in the incident to yourself. It's not your place to spill their secrets.
>The Principal grows quiet, and you can feel the change in atmosphere.
>"Anon, I know this might sound strange coming from me but I'm worried that your activities might be endangering Sunset and the others considering how much time you all spend together."
"..."
>She folds her arms, "Anonymous? Are you listening?"
"The thought has occurred to me." you reply.
>"I know they're your friends, but they're also my students. I know I flirt and tease with you, but their well being is also one of my top concerns. I haven't forgotten the reason that brought you here to Canterlot in the first place."
>Her eyes don't betray any sense of kidding around. Celestia is serious about this.
>"You've been teaching Sunset Shimmer how to defend herself with a sword correct?"
"Yes."
>"Anyone else?"
>You set down the vial and place a hand on your medallion.
"..."
>"Please don't lie to me. I'm not mad, just concerned."

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>>28773675
"Rainbow Dash, and Applejack. Rarity occasionally assists me."
>Celestia nods her head, "Is that all?"
"Yes."
>Principal Celestia walks up to you and places a hand on your shoulder causing you to tense up slightly.
>"Anon, in the short time we've known each other you haven't shown me any reason to distrust you so I trust you to do what you think is best."
>You're probably not going to tell her about that Axii hex you put her under a while ago. That'll probably be your little secret.
>Turning to face her, she smiles. Not a sultry or seductive one, but just a friendly smile.
>"Please, just make sure they stay safe."
"Never planned on doing otherwise."
>Nodding her head, she walks back out the door.
>"If you change your mind later, just give me a call Anon. Maybe we can get together some other time."
>Lowering her eyelids in a sultry manner, she coos. "I'll be waiting~."
>After she turns the corner, you resume your neutral expression and get back to work.
>While nothing she's told you is new, being reminded of it does get you thinking of your future here in Canterlot.
>You told Applejack that you would be with her for as long as possible, but now you're wondering if that's really what's best.
>Before you realize it though the final school bell rings.
>Sighing, you pack everything up to meet Applejack.

>Ugh...
>Your brain hurts.
>Science was never your strong suit. Thankfully, you got both Sunset and Twilight as lab partners.
>Though they were speaking all fancy like to each other that you just ended up doodling in your notebook.
>So long as they do all the tough thinking, you're perfectly fine with doing the physical part of the project for the upcoming science fair in a few weeks.
>Though you still have no idea what Twilight's experiment is actually about.
>What was it again? A flux capacitor?
>...
>No you're pretty sure that that's from a movie. Though wouldn't that be something.

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>>28773687
>Well, whatever it is you really hope Twi doesn't make it so complicated that it'll fizz out when you show it off.
>Or worse...
>You personally just wanted to make a simple baking soda volcano, but ever since that incident last year Principal Celestia and Luna banned them.
>Either way, right now you're just glad school's out so you can get some alone time with Anon.
>Actual alone time too. Not training, no witcher or magical shenanigans, just some quality time alone with your boyfriend.
>Exiting the front door to the school, you see Anon sitting by the statue outside reading a book.
"Hey Anon!" you call out.
>He looks up and smiles just a little.
>"About time, you took a little longer than usual."
"Well Sunset, Twilight and I were making a schedule on when we should work on our science project."
>"Oh? What about?"
>You shrug.
"Ah dunno, personally what they were talking about was too complicated fer me to understand."
>"AJ, you really need to pay more attention."
>You give him a light punch.
"What are you? My keeper?"
>"Maybe in certain ways." he teases.
"Anyway, Sunset and I plan on sleeping over at Twi's house tomorrow night, get as much work done as we can. Twi wants as much lead time on this darn project as she can."
>"Darn, and I had plans with you. Guess I'll have to go hang out with Big Mac."
>You roll your eyes.
"Oh hush now sugarcube, I really need this grade."
>"Well if you need anything just give me a call and I'll be there in as fast as I can."
>You wrap your arm around his as you two walk towards the truck.
"And that's why I love ya. Always thinking about me."
>"Actually, I was thinking more about Sunset. She's still my meal ticket."
>You look at him with an incredulous expression until you see the knowing smirk.
>Punching him in the shoulder again, you both chuckle.
"Jerk."
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Hopefully the wait on this hasn't killed you too badly, thankfully we got a few other awesome stories to keep you entertained.

>>28773704
Hi.

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>>28773704
Based Axii delivers. Have a applebutt bump from 9.

>>28773835
Make more writefag. I WANT MOAR!

>>28773651
I swear those Diamond Dog monster hunter wannabes are going to steal a potion and drink it. Fucking idiots.

>>28764321
>>Looking back it appears to be a naked Sunset rubbing her face and chest against your back
f-fug
dammit JORDAN

>>28764351
holy shit anon is a monster in disguise

also jordan is adorable
and for some reason loves disguising as sunset

>>28774917
I like to think Anon as an early less shit Naruto. A SHITTON of power in body, but he might go berserk and rip apart everyone around him until he gets knocked unconscious. Sunset turns Anon on, also has a crush on her, ergo Jordan gets more "love" from Anon as a sexy naked Sunset that rubs herself all over him.

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>>28746972
>You slowly pry your eyes open to the sound of birds chirping in the trees
>You squint at the sunlight peeking through the blinds, and stretch yourself out.
>What a lovely sleep. Best one you've had this week.
>Who knew the sofa could be that comfy to sleep in.
>Hang on, you're on the sofa.
>Suddenly it all comes back to you.
>Standing up tall, you rummage through your pockets and pull out your phone.
>You turn the screen on and look at the time.
>8:45? Fifteen minutes to get to school.
>In an instant, you're fully awake.
>Scrambling around the room, yourun upstairs and burst into you room.
>Pulling out a jumble of clothes, you strip off and tactically jump into them.
>You look over to the alarm clock by your bed.
>8:50, ten minutes to get to school.
>You rush downstairs and straight into the kitchen.
>Rummaging through the cupboards, you grab a few chocolate bars and rush out the door.
>Locking it, you head down the road.
>You take two steps, then realise you're missing something.
>Mentally kicking yourself, you run back into the house and grab your school bag from the hall.
>Locking the door once more, you sprint down the street.
>If you keep this pace up, you should make it in time, hopefully.
>Your legs burn as you pelt down the street.
>The heavy bag doesn't help either.
>Nearing the statue, you slow to walking pace and take a breath.
>That's you tuckered out for the day. You just hope you dont have gym first period.
>The deep rumbling of a car engine catches your attention.
>Looking around, you spot Anon stepping out of his car.
>You did say you needed to talk to him
>Jogging up to, you wave and grab his attention
>He mutters under his breath as he walks towards you
>"What do you want now?"
>His annoyed tone of voice stops you for a second
"Anon, I wanted to apologise about last night, I didn't think any of that would happen, especially with Rainbow and the whole standing in front of you car"
>You giggle nervously and run a hand through your hair

>>28775832
Name, my friend.

>>28775832

"Okay look," You straighten up.
"The only reason we invited you, well Pinkie invited you herself."
>Focus Sunset, you're getting sidetracked.
"We thought you looked lonely, I mean you didn't seem to have any friends, and you started school recently so..."
>You trail off and rub your arm, waiting for Anon's reply.
>"Okay, but it doesn't mean 'Pinkie' or whatever it was can just barge into my space, invite me to a party and then start shit with me when I don't show up."
>He runs a hand through his hair, sighing from exasperation.
>"I get that you're trying to do something nice for me, and that's great, but I'm good for now yeah?"
>He jingles his keys and walks past you and through the school doors.
>You cant just leave it at that.
>You just need to persuade him a little.
>Wasting no time, you run through the doors and catch up to Anon.
"Anon wait!"
>He turns to you, looking twice as annoyed as before.
"Listen, just meet me at lunch so I can explain in full. Please?"
>His face softens slightly. Maybe he's actually considering it.
>He pulls out his phone and starts tapping away on it.
>"Fine, but don't bring your friends, especially that rainbow haired dyke looking smug little-"
"Okay okay, deal."
>"Good." He looks back up from his phone. "By the way, you're ten minutes late for the register. Later!"
>He turns heel and walks off down the hall.
>You quickly pull out your phone and check the time.
>9:10. Dammit.
>You sprint past Anon, down the halls and burst into the classroom.
>"Ah there you are Sunset, just in time."
>Miss cheerilees sing song voice calms your nerves a little. At least Miss Cheerilee isn't to harsh with you.
>Although you really don't want to get on her bad side.
>Sighing heavily, you drag yourself to a chair and drop onto it.
>Your stomach grumbles at you.
>You never did get anything to eat.

>>28775850

>You never did get anything to eat.
>Going through your bag, you pull out a chocolate bar and slyly rip it open.
>As sneakily as you can you pull up your bag onto the table and hide behind it.
>You bite into the rich chocolate, savouring it's dark taste.
>Gulping down, you quickly finish off the rest and stuff the wrapper in your pocket.
>With your stomach calmed, you move your bag and focus on Miss Cheerilee.
>"-And so gym will moved to last period for all of you due to the repairs."
>The bell rings throughout the school halls.
>"Okay everyone, have a good day!"
>You wave to Cheerilee as you go out, and head to your class.

Sorry for the small update, I've really busy. Pastebins been updated: http://pastebin.com/UcG73ANS

I need a better story name

>>28775835
Cheers mate

>>28775908
Saving your story to my favorites list by the way.

>>28775908
The story name works. I don't see a need to change it.

>>28775920
Cheers man

>>28775928
Alrighty then

Shit phone wont let me upload images, bollocks

Anyone else having problems with loading pages?

>>28776051
Not right now, only if the servers are fucking up. Or its your phone.

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goodnight bump

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Good morning bump for Europeans early birds

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>>28777131
That's fucking creepy looking.

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>>28778664

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>>28773704
Thanks for the update Axii, great work as usual!

>>28775908
>Eating a plain dark chocolate bar
Sunset confirmed for horrible taste, but besides that I can't wait to see more

>>28774946
Wow, you're right and wrong Anon. I won't tell you how much or about what though.

Also because of a minor existential crisis I had while I patrolled the cars during the night update has been pushed to tomorrow. Sorry, hope you guys have a happy Halloween!

>>28774811
Are you sure?

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>>28741816
>Then that new kid Anon sneaks by and buys the ice cream sandwich.

>>28779992
DO IT!

>>28780293
B-but it's shit.

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>>28780389
pic related.

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>>28780396
Srsly, Anon. Why do you want that story to be continued? I lack not only writing skills but also self-esteem.

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>>28780413
I will find you, bend you over, then plant my boot so far up your ass I can tie my shoelaces through your nostrils, then I will use you like a fucking puppet to finish the damn green. DO IT ALREADY, YOU START SHIT HERE, YOU BETTER FUCKING FINISH IT!

>>28780429
Can you tell me why, tho?

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>>28780436
I want your green to read dumbass, THAT FUCKING SIMPLE! DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU AGAIN?!

>>28780451
Pls, yes.

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>>28780710
Just fucking write your damn story lazyass.

>>28780823
Ok, Ok. On a free day.

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>>28781033
do it now

>>28781033
geez you get off to anything don't ya?

keep writing green fappy

>>28780710
We're pretty starved for writers compared to other threads, and your story isn't nearly as bad as you think. Please just keep writing, if only so you can get some practice if nothing else.

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>"Trick-or-Treat"
"Here."
>You dump two mini-chocolate bars into each of the kids buckets and bags.
>"Thank you!" they all shout out before leaving.
>Closing the door you sigh.
>Halloween was never your favorite holiday. Usually you would spend it camping out somewhere remote if you could.
>With everyone dressing up as monsters and other creatures of folk-lore it made doing your job difficult.
>Granted, it's also an occasion where you can wear your preferred attire without people giving you curious looks.
>Tonight though you were supposed to be having a guys night out with Big Macintosh at the bar.
>Unfortunately, Rarity's dad got a bad case of food poisoning so Big Mac ended up going in his place to chaperone Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.
>Putting the bowl of candy on a small table by the door, you see Applejack approaching you.
>She's dressed in a black leather jacket, matching leotard and fishnet stockings.
>Apparently she says she's dressed as some sort of superhero, but you neither care nor mind.
>The costume hugs tight in all the right places...
>"How many that time?"
"Three, one a mummy, another a zombie and the last came as some sort of futuristic soldier."
>"Spooky stuff." she says sarcastically. "Though those undead costumes give me the willies sometimes."
"Eh, after fighting real undead, it kind of loses it's shock value after the third time. But if you want scary? Remind me to show you what a zuegal looks like."
>"Ha ha... Ah think I'll pass." she says, giving you a nervous laugh. "Sorry yer plans with Big Mac changed. Ah know you'd rather be out drinking."
"It's fine. As long as Apple Bloom has a fun time."
>"Well it's Rarity's turn to man the door for trick-or-treaters. C'mon back in and let's enjoy the party. Dash just popped in the next movie"
"Watching "scary" movies and eating junk food hardly constitutes a party."

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>>28783881
>"Oh hush ya big lug." she says kissing you on the cheek, "Though ah wish you'd get in the spirit and wear a costume."
"I am wearing a costume. I'm dressed up as a witcher."
>"Sugarcube, they're yer work clothes." she retorts in a deadpan fashion.
"That just means my costumes authentic."
>Applejack just stares at you.
"Fine, next year I'll dress up as something else. Like the King of the Wild Hunt or something."
>"Thank you."
>*Ding* *Dong*
"Guess I'll take care of this one..."
>Opening the door and to your surprise is Vinyl Scratch and Octavia.
>Both are dressed as a werewolf and vampire respectively.
>"Hey guys, Trick-or-Treat." the vampire-dressed-as-a-werewolf says.
"Aren't you two a little old to go trick-or-treating?" you ask with a raised brow.
>Vinyl looks at you like you just killed a puppy in front of her.
>"Dude, it's free candy!"
>"Plus it's the one night of the year where-"
"Where Vinyl can act like a vampire." you interrupt, "If she wants to."
>Dropping two bits of candy for each, they smile at each other satisfied.
>"Thank you Anonymous." Octavia says.
>Nodding your head, Rarity comes up behind you and nips your neck with a pair of fake fangs.
>"Darling it is my turn to relieve you... of all your BLOOD! Bleh!" she tells you with a maniac laugh as you rub your neck.
>An awkward silence dawns as you and Applejack share an uncomfortable glance.
>Everyone stares at her costume, an old-era styled vampire.
>"What?"
>"Really?" Vinyl asks both incredulously.

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>>28783889
"Don't look at me."
>"Or me." Applejack adds.
>"Oh uh Vinyl! Darling how ar-"
>Vinyl holds up a hand, "Save it. I thought you were better than that Rarity."
>She sounds genuinly hurt...
"Oh dear, I didn't mean to- but Octavia is dressed like a vampire just like I am."
>"That's because I said it was okay!"
>Vinyl scowls. "I thought we were friends."
>Octavia gently grabs Vinyl's arm, "Vinyl."
>"Racist." Vinyl hisses out before walking away before vanishing in a puff of smoke.
>Rarity is left flabergasted.
>"But I... I... oh... I should go change..."
>Turning around, only to come nose-to-nose with Vinyl in her vampire state.
>"Boo."
>Vinyl drops in a pouncing stance with her claws raised.
>"WAAGAHHHHHH!" Rarity screams jumping into your arms and hugging your neck for dear life.
>Vinyl reverts her transformation and falls to the floor laughing.
>"Oh my god, you actually thought I was serious!" she says wiping a tear.
>"Vinyl that was mean!" Octavia chastises.
>"I-I-I w-w-as-as-n't s-s-cared!" Rarity states as she holds onto your neck shaking for dear life.
>"Well, if yer all done. Anon and ah are gonna go back to watching our movie."
>"What movie?" Vinyl asks.
"Army of Darkness I think it was called."
>"Oh crap, I gotta see this! C'mon Tavi I know you haven't seen this movie!"
>The vampire drags her friend inside the house.
>Applejack just shrugs, "The more the merrier ah guess."
>Letting Rarity down, you watch as she just sits in the chair by the door.
>Taking out her false-fangs she pouts.
"You okay?"
>"I'm fine darling, one must learn to take pranks in stride."
>You hear a commotion in the other room where everyone is gathered.
>She gives you a small smile. "Just another Happy Halloween. But that doesn't mean I can't think of a way to get back at her."
"Well good luck with that."

>>28783881
Based Axii.

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>>28783921
>*Ding**Dong*
>Rarity opens the door.
>"Oh hello Twilight, Sunset, glad you two could finally make it."
>Twilight walks inside dressed up as some kind of robot while Sunset Shimmer comes in wearing an outfit...
>That almost looks exactly like a more feminine version of yours. With a fake scar across her nose and a pair of fake swords slung across her back.
>"Sorry we're late. I had a few last minute touches I wanted to get... before... oh... h-hey Anon... I thought you were going out with Big Macintosh tonight..."
"He went to chaperone Apple Bloom and her friends. We had to cancel."
>You stare her down.
>Applejack stifles a laugh while Rarity tries to diffuse the situation.
>"Sunset you made a marvelous costume. Didn't she Anon?"
"Yeah... it's... really close to the original."
>Sunset rubs the back of her head and Twilight shifts on her heels.
>"Awkward..." Twilight says.
---

Just something I wrote up in my spare time for Halloween.

>>28783949
Good work. Happy Halloween.

>>28783889
Awww, Anon cant wear his work clothes? I guess it is cheating.

>>28783921
Vinyl is the best, GG.

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>>28783949
Kek, Sunset needs a pic of her "costume". Now if you will excuse me, I need to go replace my sides.

9 bump

>>28784918

>>28783949
I kek'd

>>28785911
Would breed/10

>check out Alone in Equestria after weeks of absence
>axii and YNF still going strong
>even more green than before
>grab tea, make myself comfy while catching up

sometimes life is just good.

>>28786757
>sometimes life is just good
but mostly, it's not

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>>28786757
>be me yesterday
>get on /mlp/ for the first time in months
>hey look, this thread I read a while back is a general now
>the original story was never finished, but there's one about anon being a witcher and a whole bunch of other ones
>sweet
I just finished getting up to date a minute ago about Axii's one. It's pretty good

>>28786799
wake me up

>>28786825
make sure to read YNFs aswell, his story is very enjoyable too

>>28786897
I'll be sure to check it out later. Do you have a few others that I should check ?

>>28786929
eh, I don't really know, I really only read Axiis and YNFs

>>28787173
That kills the man.

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>>28787308
what are you trying to imply here?

>>28787648
N-nothing, miss Rarara.

My update is still not ready.

>>28787648
Fappy is writing now, and being a little bitch,
>>28787308
WRITE MORE AND PEOPLE WILL NOTICE YOU!
>>28787719
FINISH IT FUCKER! I WANT TO READ IT!

>>28787728
I MUST SLEEP NOW. I WORK 5/4 OF A JOB POSITION. I'M NOT ONLY BUSY AND RETARDED, I'M ALSO A SLOW WRITER.

Screaming is fun.

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>>28787763
yes
Godspeed anon

>>28787173
There are a lot of good greens in the OP m8 check some.

>>28786929
I recommend you Sea Urchin's Paranormal Predicament. Confirmed keks.

>>28788406
>There are a lot of good greens in the OP m8 check some.
will do, but I'm still catching up on Axii and YNF, and I guess now I have to give Fapmans story a try

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>>28789335
Sorry for lack of updates, went to a halloween party and woke up in some grannys hedge, so yeah.
I'll try and update tomorrow.
Bump.

>>28789967
And i forgot my trip, shit.

>>28790001
Get home and work off your party.

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>>28791307

>>28791985

>>28792510

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>>28792960

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>>28751137
>darker than black
/POL/ GET OUT OF MY THREAD
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>28793166
>not knowing your weeb show
fail sir, fail.

>>28779102
Yea so stuff is going just great, I'm not dead, everything is fineeee
Look forward to update tomorrow!
No maTteR WhaT

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>>28793619
It's hard you know, to balance yourself between weeb and non-weeb

Welp, I just finished YFN's story
Going for sea Urchin's

just read Fapman's


write more

>>28794144
Dubs confirm suicide march.

>>28794305
Is it safe?

>>28795748
Yes, pester him to make more.

>>28795748
it's safe af

>>28795007

>>28796888

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Just an update for everyone: I'll try to get the next update up sometime tomorrow.

>>28798377

>>28797470
Sounds good.

>>28798377

>>28799518

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>>28764351
>Pinkie?
>You hold the phone to your ear as you peek out from the kitchen
>You can see shadows in the hallway
>Looks like Pinkie, someone else, and what the hell is that?
>It looks like a large rectangle
>”Nons are ya there?”
>Oh shit, gotta talk and stuff
“Y-yep I am!”
>Since when do you say yep?
>”Oh good, I was just wondering if you were home cause I was waiting for you outside your building!”
>Uhh
“You know I can see your shadows through the doorway, right?”
>You see Pinkie’s head poke out the side of the empty doorframe
>”Oh my gosh Nonny, what happened to your door!?”
>Pinkie walks through the doorway snapping her head all around the place
>”WOW, it looks like you had one wild party in here!”
>Straggling in behind her is Fluttershy panting lightly as she pulls something behind her
>”Oh, um hello…”
>You give her a small wave as she gets through the doorway only to see what she’s pulling behind her
>You don’t even know what that is honestly
>”You’ll have to invite us next time Nann!”
>It’s like someone decided to make a pie, but then wanted cake so they made that too
>Then they wanted more pie, and they kept repeating that cycle of wanting more of the other until it piled up so high that it’s taller than you
>Pinkie stops just short of the kitchen in front of you with a big smile as Fluttershy tries to catch her breath against a wall
>You point limply to the pillar of dessert
“Uh, Pinkie what is that?”
>Pinkie tilts her head before nodding in realization
>Jabbing a thumb towards mount diabetes she smirks
>”You mean the 10 layered Pinkie Cake-pie™!?”
>Did she just say that it was trademarked?

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>>28800745
>”Yes I did! I’ve been working on getting it registered now for months!”
>Wait what?
>Pinkie pulls out a stack of tiny print paper
>Holding it up she points to the tiny font
>”It’s actually a pretty complicated procedure to get a trademark registered! First you have to go through the USPTO’s rigorous ba—“
>Your mind becomes a bit hazy as Pinkie starts telling you the difference between trademarks, service marks, patents, and copyrights
>You did NOT need this explained
>Nor did you WANT it to be
>You place a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder which causes her to stop abruptly
>Is she alright?
“Pinkie I’m more interested in WHAT that is.”
>Pinkie twitches before cracking a small smile
>”U-uh yea, of course!”
>She steps back and shows off the 10 layered Pinkie Cake-pie™ with a wave of her arms
>”It’s only natural to be curious about what lies inside this giant testament to sweet-tooths everywhere!”
>She folds her arms while standing in front of the abomination of sweetness
>”This bad boy has it all! It’s chalk-full chocolate, vanilla, marble, red-velvet, Boston cream, yellow, and apple flavors of pie AND cakes!”
>Saliva begins to drip from your mouth as the sweet aroma of the cake pie and her description kindle the hungry flames of your stomach
>That’s quite the uh
>”And that’s not even mentioning the alternating layers of frosting and crust types!”
>No way…
>Your stomach is now audibly growling at you to devour the tower of sugar power before you
>Blinking you become aware of the weird stares Pinkie and Fluttershy are giving you

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>>28800758
“I may be just a bit hungry.”
>You see a small smile behind the giggling Fluttershy as Pinkie give you a big toothy smile
>”Well why didn’t you say so Nanners!? We can just have a slice before dinner, our secret!”
>Fluttershy raises a hand
>”Uh, I don’t know Pinkie… Shouldn’t we wait till AFTER dinner? I mean, sinceit’ssocloseandall…”
>Pinkie grins devilishly as she pulls you and Fluttershy into a conspiratorial huddle
>”Don’t worry about it Flutters; I won’t tell if YOU don’t, get me?”
>Her eyes shift to you with a sudden intensity as she puts emphasis on each word
>”You can keep a secret, just, between, us, right?”
>Her head kept getting closer to you with each word until it now is almost mushed against yours
>How long is her neck?
>”Ohhhh Nomomon!”
>You blink as Pinkie’s big blue eyes stare into yours
>”You can keep a secret just between the two of us, riiiiiggghhttt?”
>You hear a mouse like cough
>”Uh, I’m here too you know…”
>Pinkie’s head snaps to Fluttershy before she lets out
>”Oh yea…”
>Her face rubber bands back to you still laced with curiosity
>”So can you keep a secret between the THREE of us?”
>Is there really a reason to keep you three having a slice of the pie cake before dinner a secret?
>Pinkie nods as her head retracts to normal not-in-your-face levels
>”Of course there’s a reason we’d have to keep it super top secret!”
>Seems like even Fluttershy is curious as to why as she pipes up
>”And why does this have to be a super top secret?”
>Pinkie gasps and whips her head between the two of you with a look of utter shock

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>>28800762
>Stepping back Pinkie points toward the amalgamation of desserty goodness
>”Don’t you two get just how much power the 10 layered Pinkie Cake-pie™ holds over the hearts of mortals!?”
>How much power it holds over the hearts of mortals?
>You glance over to Fluttershy who seems to be just as confused as you are
“Enough to satisfy their stomachs?”
>Pinkie nods furiously
>”That’s right, BUT that’s not the only power of this incredible, edible, culinary masterpiece!”
>Pinkie hunches over as if she’s informing you of the most top secret of information possible
>”You see this wonderful Cake-pie is SOOOO tasty, it can cause people to go crazy with extreme jealousy if they can’t at least have a slice of one of its 10 flavorful layers.”
>You don’t think that anyone wou—
>”They call it, CAKEPIE MADDNESS!”
>She accentuates her reveal by waving her arms around
>You hear an eep beside you as you feel something clinging to your side
>Looking down you see Fluttershy clinging to your side while shivering
>Uh, does she need a hand?
>Pinkie steps in front of you before whispering
>”She’s showing the signs of stage 1 Cakepie Maddness!”
“She’s not inflicted with Cakepie Maddne—“
>Pinkie shoves a hand covered in frosting over your mouth
>“Shhhhh, there’s only one cure for this…”
>Mmm, buttercream
>Pinkie reaches behind her back and pulls out a kitchen knife
>Uh, what?
>”It has to be this way Anon, she’s already infected!”
>Now you’re not THAT stupid
>Pinkie raises the knife in the air like she just came out of Halloween after killing a couple other teenagers
>She’s just, uh gonna do something right?
>She slices downwards
>Oh shi—
>Before turning around and cutting into the Cake-pie

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>>28800771
>Should’ve saw that one coming
>Pinkie turns around with a wicked grin and two slices of cake on plates
>”You really should’ve seen that coming Non-non.”
>She holds the plates out to you and Fluttershy
>You grab one but notice that Fluttershy isn’t grabbing the other
>You look down and see Fluttershy is, rubbing her face against your side
>Is that Jordan?
>Pinkie is staring at Fluttershy as well
>Fluttershy seems to notice that you’ve all stopped what you’re doing and are staring at her
>to which she flies off of you as quickly as humanly possible
>”S-sorry, for some reason Anon’s side just felt so safe and comfortable…”
>Okkaaayyyy?
>Pinkie shakes her head before pretty much shoving the cake in Fluttershy’s face
>”So let’s just agree to never speak of the 10 layered Pinkie Cake-pie™ to ANYBODY, especially Sunset since she likes to pig out on my bake—“
>Her eyes go wide as she stops talking abruptly
>What’s wrong?
>You place the cake-pie on the counter as you turn to where her stare is pointed, at the kitchen and…
>The currently disguised as Sunset Jordan
>Better clear this up before anyone gets any weird ide—
>Pinkie jumps in front of you holding her arms out like an x
>”No, stay back! I won’t let you have him Sunset!”
>She calls the cake a he?
>Well it is big and shaped like a di—
>Wait, you should just clear this up
>As you move to reel in Pinkie Jordan’s face lights up like a Christmas tree
>It runs into Pinkie’s open arms tackling her into you
>Your lungs empty as the two collide and send all three of you to the floor with a loud *thump*
>”N-no, NO!”
>Openning your eyes you see Jordan hugging Pinkie tightly while rubbing its face against her chest
>”Y-you can’t convince me to give you sweets by being sweet!”

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>This would be more heart-warming if they weren’t doing it on top of you
>In another context, you feel as though you’d be begging for this exact thing to happen
>How bout you don’t think about things like that while Pinkie squirms on top of you?
“Hey Jordan, do ya mind hugging her while not on top of me?”
>Jordan open its eyes and stops rubbing itself into Pinkie’s cleavage to look at you
>You swear you can see the light of recognition ignite within Jordan’s eyes
>Wait, when did Jordan have norma—
>Jordan breaks the hug with Pinkie, only to instead hug both you and Pinkie
>So close, yet not actually what you wanted at all really
>You sigh as Pinkie accepts her hug and hugs Jordan back
>As nice as this is you really would rather be eating that cake-pie instead, or just not the center of hugs between two very nice smelling girls
>The aroma of bubble gum mixes and mingles with Sunset’s now familiar scent of lilacs
>NO, stop smelling girls!
>One of them isn’t even a girl!
>You think…
>You notice Fluttershy squatting down beside you out of the corner of your eye
>You tilt your head towards her
“Can I, help you?”
>With a small smile hiding behind her bangs Fluttershy stumbles out
>”I-I was just wondering, do you…”
>You smile at her act of helpfulness
>Guess Flutters is really nice
“Please do Fluttershy.”
>She lets out a noise you can only describe as a *squee* before
>Joining in the hug pile…
>The new smell reminiscent of citrus mixed with the forest enters the hug pile
>Most people would assume that someone would be offering to help someone stuck on the floor a hand to get back up
>Not to join in on the impromptu “let’s hug Anon” party

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“Ok, it’s been like 5 minutes guys; can we get off the floor now? I’m really hungry.”
>Your words seem to shake everyone out of their cuddle time
>The pile disengages as everyone gets off you
>Thank god Jordan understood you THAT time
>Fickle ass god
>A pink hand extends into your vison
>”Come on Noners, let’s eat some thank you for saving our lives 10 layered Pinkie Cake-pie™!”
>Wow that’s a mouthful
>You grab the hand and pull yourself back to full height
“Thanks, but what did you just call the cake-pie?”
>Pinkie blinks before smiling
>”I called it the thank you for saving our lives 10 layered Pinkie Cake-pie™!”
>It’s for you saving their lives?
>”Yep!”
>Well shit, you haven’t been rewarded for doing something in a while
>You pick up the slice on the counter and study it while you prod at it with a fork
>It feels kinda weird eating a gift, even if it’s a cake-pie
>You hear Fluttershy’s voice as you quietly ponder whether or not to eat the cake-pie
>”So why are you here Sunset? Aren’t you supposed to be with Twilight?”
>The sounds of happy chirps cause Pinkie and Fluttershy to do a double take
>You should say something
“Oh yea, that’s not Sunset; that’s the “changeling” I found earlier. I call it Jordan.”
>Pinkie and Fluttershy both inspect Jordan with curious glances
>”Wow, Jordie looks EXACTLY like Sunny!”
>”Well remember, Sunset said that they can change into an exact copy of anyone.”
>You thought other ones could, but Jordan couldn’t change the eyes
>Now though…
>You watch the smiling Jordan being poked by Pinkie while Fluttershy pets its head