The Bradical Adventures of Normal Norman: Nolan's Ambition

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Nyx trying to get sempai Norman's attention when?

Now, if you lads can sustain yourselves for one day, I'll post some Halloween green.

>>28772750
prepare
it will be bumps only

>>28772921

you could always repost an old halloween story.

>>28773042
i don't think we have none of those

>>28773930

There are, pretty much every named writer has made at least one halloween special, and there's been a lot of anon halloween stories

Tripfags in Canterlot High

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>Be Soren
>See previews for World of Final Fantasy
>Looks nice and waifu Lightning is in
>Not in her classic outfit and stuck in some chibi form
>Whatever. Maybe her glorious human body is unlockable
>Buy game. Play game. Beat it.
>No glorious waifu body.
>tfw
>Game was okay doe

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>>28773930
In the golden years there were tons.

Ah man, nostalgia.

>norman has to take care of the CMC this halloween
what happens?

>>28776283
>rape
then Axel Jones busts out of the closet carrying Rodrigo wearing a femclown costume to arrest Norm

>>28776507

>Norman
>doing >rape

>>28776537
Who says Norman would be raping?

He's just get arrested for "alleged statutory rape of three minors and a dog"

>>28776537
The CMC raped Brad, once. It was pretty hot.

>>28776283
Something very lewd

Standing.

>>28775786
I wonder what would have been of Scott and Brad in this ficticious Waifus Past storyline

Is Scott Left Wing or Alt Right

>>28778351
I'm pretty sure the story was that Brad murdered most of the male species to claim the female race as his own harem.

>tfw just realized the Scott and Pinkie ship is literally Kermit and Ms. Piggy

>>28778359
Being the hipster that he is, probably libertarian since it rhymes with contrarian.
A subconscious attraction, really.

Notice Me
P1
>Norman lets out a sigh as he walks down the street, the cold night air nipping at his face and bare head.
>He had been hanging out at Nolan's house when he received a text.
>[I found your hat. Meet me down the street. The corner near the barber shop.]
>That was all it took to get him going.
>He'd been looking for that thing ever since P.E. when he left it on the bleachers for a bit.
>It's a good thing someone found it.
>He frowns, his pace slowing to a halt as he takes out his phone.
>Looking at the text, he noticed that the sender was unknown.
'Weird.'
>Suddenly, he hears the light tapping of footsteps behind him.
>Glancing over his shoulder, he sees no one there. Just darkness.
>He continues to the corner, the lamppost at the end shining brightly.
>The footsteps resume.
>This time, he keeps walking, his heart pounding in his chest.
>"Norman."
>He freezes for a moment, the footsteps halting as well.
>Slowly, he turns around, just enough so he could see who was behind him:
>Nothing. Save a pair of eyes, pupils like slits, floating in the darkness.
>And then he ran. He ran so far away.
>The creature gave chase, calling his name and telling him to stop as he draws closer to the lamppost.
>He could barely hear the voice over a shrill, sustained scream.
>He wondered who could be screaming at a time like this.
>Certainly not him, that's for sure.
>He eventually reaches the light, basking in its glory as though it would protect him from the creature.
>"Norman?"
>A futile hope brought on by playing too many video games.
>This American Nightmare is real and there is no escape.
>Accepting his death, Norman turns to face the creature.
>Only to see a familiar girl in its place.
>"Um, hello, Mr. Norman."
>It's Vice-Principal Luna's daughter, her lust given form. Or something.
>Norman sorta zoned out on the explanation.

>>28779548
P2
>His eyes widen in disbelief for a moment, dimming to relief as he lets out a sigh to match.
"Oh, it's just you, Nig."
>"Nyx."
"Right. Sorry..."
>His eyes narrow in confusion.
"Wait, why were you trying to kill me?"
>She lets out a giggle before rolling her eyes.
>"I wasn't trying to kill you, silly."
>She reaches into her jacket pocket, obviously reaching for her piece.
>Norman raises his hands.
"Don't shoot!"
>Instead of a 9, she pulls out his beanie.
>"I was trying to give you this."
>She hands him his precious hat, watching with a smile as he happily puts it on.
>Reunited and it feels so good.
>"I would have given it to you sooner, but you ran off screaming when you saw me."
>He rubs the back of his neck, a bashful smile on his face.
"I thought you were, uh, something else."
>Her brows furrow as she tilts her head in confusion.
>"Something? You looked right at me."
>Getting a bit defensive, Norman puffs himself up.
"W-well you people sorta just blend into the darkness."
>'Ah, Mr. Norman's racial prejudice caused his imagination to overreact...'
>She gives him a smile, kind and understanding.
>"I see. No harm done."
>He smiles back, patting her on the shoulder.
>Out of all the students at CHS, she's one of the few that treats him with respect.
"You're one of the good ones, Black."
>She blushes. "Um, thank you."
>He nods before pulling his hand away.
"But, uh, how'd you get my number?"
>"...Excuse me?"
"The text. Did Chloe or someone give you my number?"
>"Well, she told me where to find you... but, I didn't send you any text."
>Feeling a chill run down his spine, Norman looks around, his words coming out in a nervous jumble.
"Then who was phone?"
>He hears footsteps.
"We gotta go! Fas-"
>But it was too late.
>Chloe jumps out at them.
>"BOO!"
>The shrill scream from before, its source still unknown to Norman, returns in full force.
END

>>28779598
this is the very first nyx green, and it was ok. nice

>>28779807
that is an interesting canon

Happy Halloween, /NN/!

Sorry I don't have a new fic written up for the spoopiest of days, but luckily there's a couple to choose from.

I might repost my favorite later tonight once the kids go away

>>28778495
Like pottery
>tfw we just need an elaborate story describing how he furiously smashes her pots at night

>>28779598
>"Oh, it's just you, Nig."
>>"Nyx."

I loved this.



Really liked the story, feels like something we'd have read in the old days.

>>28780117
Scott x Pink will never be given justice. It's a simple concept for corns sake

>>28780065
Write something, lad.

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"Ugh, I'm so hungry..."
>Norman groans. Flash gives him a grin.
>"Let's go bobbing for Apples."
>Flash says before walking over to Applejack.
>Norman watches him, a worried look on his face.
>"Hey babe... yada yada... let me have a taste of your Apple pie... yada yada... eat you out... yada..."
'Oh God. Is he really hitting on her?'
>"Your sister and her friends... yada yada... ripe apples..."
'That's sick, man!'
>To Norman's surprise, AJ nods without so much as a frown on her face.
>In fact, she's smiling.
'Not only are their colors off, so are their morals?'
>Flash comes back, a smile on his face.
>Before he can speak, though, Norman raises a hand.
"Look, man. I'm not into that sorta thing."
>"...uh. What?"
"You know what! Look, just leave me out of your sick sexual fantasies."
>Flash frowns, a little more than taken aback.
>"What are you talking about?"
>Norman rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.
"I heard you say you were going to 'eat out' Applejack. And you have the gall to get three little girls involved! That's sick, man!"
>Flash shoots him a deadpan look.
>"Norman. I was talking about the food she and her family brought. I just asked her to let us eat some."
"...Really?"
>"Really."
>Norman rubs the back of his neck.
"Oh."
>Flash rolls his eyes and turns to leave, motioning for Norman to follow him.
"And if you don't want to join the post-feast orgy, that's fine, man."
>"Wh-what?"
>"Ha! Kidding! Kidding..."
>They share a laugh, continuing towards Applejack.
>'Or am I?'

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>>28779598
Halloween #1
P1
>It's Halloween of freshman year.
>Flash takes a gander in the mirror, admiring his Nightwing costume.
>Well, a modified take on it.
>He settled on a sort of blend between the Red Hood's street clothing and Nightwing's colors and symbol.
>After all, spandex wouldn't let him have pockets for candy stuffing.
>And he couldn't have the ladies being... ahem... distracted by the form fitting material.
>Done admiring many hours of hard work, Flash grabs his custom candy bucket and heads downstairs.
"Dad! I'm ready!"
>...
>As they pull up closer to the school, Flash looks out the car window to gaze at the work done.
>All of the festive decorations, from jack o' lanterns lining the walkways to will o' wisps gently glowing and blowing in the wind, looked nice during the day.
>But they absolutely shined during the night.
>That Pinkie Pie really knows how to decorate.
>"Have fun, Nightwing," Flash's dad chuckles as Flash steps out of the car. "I'll be back at 9."
>Flash waves him goodbye before heading off into the sea of costumed students.
>"Hey, Flash."
>"Yo, Flash!"
>"Sweet Nightwing, man."
>"Flashy boy! What's up?"
>"The Prince himself is here!"
>The attention is a little embarrassing, but he couldn't help but smile at how energetic everyone is.
>One person in particular catches his attention: a boy clad in what looks to be some sort of armored police uniform.
>He pauses for a moment before realizing who it is.
"Ringo?"
>The red-eyed boy looks to him, a bit startled for a moment, and grins.
>"Hey."
>Giving him a grin of his own, Flash approaches him.
"Almost didn't recognize you without your glasses. Nice costume. Who are you going as?"
>Ringo lifts his candy bucket, a helmet-like design painted on it.
>"Judge Dredd."
>The name sounded familiar, but Flash was drawing a blank.
>Still, that costume is pretty swanky.
>"Are you supposed to be Redwing?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah. Heh. I guess you could call it that."
>Suddenly, the intercom bell rings.

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>>28782078
P2
>Vice-Principal Luna's voice can be heard.
>"Welcome, students and faculty, to our annual Halloween Party!"
>She's sounding unusually chipper.
>"Before we get started, I'd like to thank all those involved in making this happen, especially Pinkie Pie in particular for the work she did in designing and executing this year's party. Let's give her and everyone a round of applause."
>The students start cheering and clapping, their attention turned to the girl in question.
>She's practically beaming.
>"I'm surprised /she/ isn't the Fall Formal Princess," Ringo whispers to Flash.
>Flash nods. Everyone seems to really like Pinkie Pie.
>Still, Sunset Shimmer eked out a win. Maybe that's his fault.
>Well, 'fault' implies wrongdoing. Sunset won fair and square and Pinkie looks ecstatic to be here.
>"You alright?"
>Flash snaps out of his thoughts.
>"Yeah. Just thinking about something."
>Before Ringo could inquire any further, Luna continues her speech.
>"As a reminder, we will be wrapping up the event at around 9. So, be sure your ways home are in order before then. But, for now, please enjoy this year's festivities!"
>With that, the students head inside the school.
>Flash turns to Ringo, a grin on his face.
"There's gonna be a lot of things to do. A lot of candy to take. Not sure I can do it on my own.
>Ringo blinks a few times before giving him a small smile.
>"Are you offering to be my Nightwingman?"
>Flash gives his bucket a little twirl, grinning.
"You know me too well, Judge Ringo."
>"Well," Ringo starts, chuckling a bit as he heads to the school entrance, "let's get going."

>>28782485
P3
>Heading inside, the boys are awestruck by how decorative the place had become in just a few hours.
>The ceiling lights were dimmed, the hallways illuminated by the smiles of pumpkins of various makings.
>Music crept through the air, an eerie piano and violin composition no doubt put together, in part, by the quiet german girl.
>There are many stands set up along the hallway by the various clubs, each one being their own little event.
>Some sold food, others offered candy. Then there were those that offered little events.
>One in particular was like a little searching game where you had to find and get the signature of a monster somewhere around the school.
>For now, though, Flash and Ringo stuck to grabbing candy.
>As they approach a caramel-coated apple stand, run by none other than Big Mac, they see a little girl next to him peeking over the table.
>She watches as they order two apples, big doe eyes blinking at them with curiosity.
>"Are ya'll two policemen?"
>Ringo and Flash exchange glances, with the former being the first to respond.
>"Well, I am. A future policeman, that is."
"I'm more of a vigilante. An unofficial policeman."
>He winks at her. Well, tries to. His domino mask obscures his eyes.
>She smiles. "Oh...? Oh!" Apparently seeing something, she starts tugging on the older man's shirt.
>"Big Mac, they're here now! Can I go? Pretty please?"
>With a sigh, the faculty member gives her a nod.
>Squealing, she runs off past Flash and Ringo over to a group of three girls.
>One being a freshman of CHS, and the other two being girls around middle school age or so.
>"Ya'll best behave," Big Mac calls after her, sighing again. "Like that'll happen..."
>Flash watches as the three middle schoolers(?) start chattering excitedly, his eyes drifting to the freshman with them.
>Purple hair. Ivory skin. Decked in a light blue princess garb with the air to match.
>He remembered seeing her with Pinkie, obviously one of her friends, but her name eludes him.

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>>28782697
P4
>Before he can go chat her up, Ringo stops him.
>"Your apple."
"Huh? Oh!"
>He takes the treat from Big Mac, giving him a nod.
>Unfortunately, the ivory beauty has left, the girls leaving with her.
"Aw, man."
>Ringo shoots him a flat look before rolling his eyes.
>"We should head to the gym."
>Flash cocks an eyebrow.
>"They set up a haunted house. Might be cool."
>Weaving through the hallways, the two boys eventually reach the gym.
>Usually wide open, it has been cordoned off by cardboard walls.
>Decorated to perfection, they give the illusion of a decrepit household.
>The music from before is loudest here, the lights strung about the area, blinking or otherwise, adding to the ambiance.
>Before the house stands Vice-Principal Luna.
>She's dressed in what could be described as a gothic battle dress.
>Her dress is a dark blue, its frills black with white embroidery.
>Atop it is a black chest piece, a moon symbol painted upon it.
>Her hands are covered by black gauntlets, their backs painted with a moon as well.
>And as for her lower half, she seems to be wearing black pants and boots.
>"Beware as you enter, but also be brave. For it is by facing one's fears that we grow."
>A loud pair of shrieks follow afterwards.
>"Oh... well. Next victims, please," she chuckles sinisterly as she lets three students pass through, their bodies trembling.
"Whoa, I've never seen VP Luna so happy."
>She seems to have heard that, because she looks directly at Flash immediately after.
"Whoops..."
>Ringo tries to keep himself from snickering as Luna makes her way over, a somewhat smug smile on her face.
>Flash shuffles about, eyes darting to anywhere but Luna.
>Not that it does much good.
>Her boots click against the floor, coming to a halt a few feet in front of the boys.
>"Hello, Flash. Axel."
>Ringo nods. Flash stammers. Which causes Ringo to snicker.
>"Even the Ladykiller is no match for Vice Principal Luna."
>Flash just shoots him a dirty look.

>>28783235
P5
'Ringo, go back to being quiet all the time!'
>"Ahem."
>His attention snaps to Luna and he gives her a nervous smile.
>"I suppose you've noticed my change in mood."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
>She flips her hair, her smile switching to one of joy.
>"Well, yes. I am rather happy."
>Looking back to the house, several students gathering at its entrance, she lets out a dreamy sigh.
>"I just love Halloween. The gothic designs, spooky stories and the chills they give, the freedom to dress as your favorite creature or person or whatever without fear of judgement."
>She lightly taps her belly. "The candy."
>Before smiling widely at the boys. "And best of all: it's one of the few events I get to take charge of!"
>Flash relaxes, smiling as well,
"Great. That smile really brings out your mature beauty."
>Flash only slightly regretted saying that. It's the truth of how he feels, but it's not something he'd actually say under normal circumstances.
>Especially since his run-ins with the VP usually result in detention for him.
>Ringo's eyes widen in disbelief, worry marking his features as he braced himself for Luna's incoming punishment.
>Instead, with a chuckle, Luna pats Flash on the head.
>"I'll let that slide, little Nightwing... But, you're still on assistant-janitor duty for your little debacle last week."
>Flash lets out a quiet groan as Luna pulls away.
>Another set of screams fill the air. Which gives Luna an idea...
>"However... if you can go through the haunted house without screaming, I'd consider lessening your remaining days."
>He perks up at that.
"Really?"
>She nods and makes her way back to the entrance of the house.
>"But you have to go it alone."
>He smirks.
'At least give me a challenge!'
"No problem."
>Before he can even take a step forward, he hears a whistle from behind him.
>Turning to face the noise, Ringo following suit, Flash sees a familiar face standing behind them.

>>28783747
P6
"Beats!"
>The towering boy gives his friends a two finger salute, grinning widely,
>"Yo! I'm really digging those costumes, guys. Dredd and Nightwing, right?"
>Ringo nods. "And you're that super saiyan guy, right?"
"Broly. Dude, you really nailed it! You look just like him."
>Brawly's grin widens a bit. "Heh, thanks. I would've gone shirtless, but I didn't want to make any of you guys jealous."
>Ringo rolls his eyes and Flash shakes his head.
"Yeah, whatever."
>"And before you do that haunted house thing..."
>Beats points a thumb over his shoulder. "I saw your Princess talking with the Principal by the symbol crafting booth."
"Sunset Shimmer..."
>Flash sights drift to the ground, a dejected frown forming on his face.
>"I, uh, thought you'd wanna know."
>Ringo reaches for Flash's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze.
>"You ok?"
"Yeah."
>Gently stepping out of his friend's grip, Flash steps past Brawly.
"I think it's time I go and talk to her."
>It'd been over a week or so since the Fall Formal.
>Since they'd been crowned Prince and Princess.
>At the moment, he felt on top of the world at the prospect of dancing with her again.
>But, for some reason, she'd seemed withdrawn. Distant.
>And ever since that night, she'd been avoiding him and giving him the cold shoulder.
'Maybe she's feeling better now.'
>It didn't take him long to find the stand. And, luckily, Sunset is still talking with Celestia.
>Although the former looks a little downcast.
>"Sunset Shimmer, I know change is difficult, but I can tell that you have the strength to persevere."
>Celestia smiles at her, her hand gently combing through the girls' hair.
>"You've already made one wonderful friend and many other students see something beautiful in you, too."
>Sunset glances away for a moment before giving Celestia a weak smile. "I guess you're right."
>The Principal tilts her head a bit, her smile dimming to a sad one before reigniting to a reassuring one.

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>>28784238
P7
>"Stay strong. If you need anything, you can always come talk to me."
>With that, Sunset nods and walks away.
>Flash couldn't help but find it fitting that Celestia was decked out in a gold and white battle dress, her attire reminiscent of Athena.
>She certainly carried herself like a goddess in this instant.
>But, back to Sunset.
>She is dressed in a fancy purple dress; a cape of matching color with a black and white fur rim draped over her shoulders.
>Atop her head sat the Fall Formal crown, hers to keep for as long as she desired.
>For a moment, Flash thought back to his own crown.
>That thought quickly passed as he realized that her appearance and all purple attire reminded him of someone.
>Smiling at the thought, he approaches her, her eyes downcast so she didn't notice as they walked towards each other.
"Ahem."
>Startled, she stops walking and looks up.
>His smile remains, but dims a bit.
"Hey, Starfire."
>She tilts her head. "Uh. What?"
"Um, you know?"
>He points to himself.
"Nightwing?"
>Then to her.
"All purple? Orange skin? Starfire?"
>She stares at him before slowly coming to a realization.
>"Ah. I look like a character and she's friends with who you're dressed as?"
>He rubs the back of his neck, his mood deflating at the dud he'd just dropped.
"Yeah. Pretty much."
>She sighs. "Sorry. I'm still ignorant... of certain things."
>He shrugs his shoulders and gives her a smile.
"Well, you know what you know and learn what you don't. No biggie... So, who are you dressed as?"
>She opens her mouth to speak, but pauses, as though considering her words.
>"...Princess Platinum. She's from an... obscure book."
"Cool. The, uh, royal look looks good on you, Princess."
>She combs a hand through her hair, smiling a bit. "Thanks."
>They stand there for a few seconds, silence pervading between them.
"Sunset... Do you want to go through the haunted house with me?"
>She stares at him, dumbfounded.
>"What?"

>>28784355
P8
"Yeah, it seems pretty scary. I was wondering if you want to give it a try with me."
>She frowns. "/That's/ what you wanted to ask me?"
'Uh oh. She seems pretty frustrated.'
"Not exactly. I thought I would ease into it..."
>With an exasperated sigh, she pinches the bridge of her nose.
>"Unbelievable..."
>Brows burrowing in confusion, Flash opens his mouth and lets out this gem:
"If you're scared, don't worry. I'll keep you safe."
>He said it lightly, as a joke to alleviate the tension.
>All it did was make her angrier.
>"I don't need your protection, Ladykiller," she snaps.
>Several students stop and stare at the two of them.
>Flash's expression falls.
"I know. But, do you at least want my companionship?"
>Sunset's anger cools, her expression softening at his quiet, genuine tone.
>Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath.
>'It's not his fault...'
>Exhaling, her breath shaky and quiet, Sunset opens her eyes and lifts her hand.
"Ok..."
>He smiles at her, gently taking her hand and leading her to the gym.
>...
>Luna eyes Flash, his hand still holding (a lightly blushing) Sunset's.
"Can we go in together first?"
>"Hmm. I don't know. You might get desensitized..."
"Pretty please?"
>As puppy dog eyes are useless, he gives her a pout, his bottom lip quivering.
>"Fine. If you /both/ don't scream, then I'll knock your remaining days down to zero. Otherwise you still have to serve your sentence."
"Cool! Sounds fair to me."
>He looks to Sunset. She rolls her eyes.
>"Whatever. I doubt anything here can scare me..."
>"Famous last words," Luna cackles, stepping aside. "Enter!"
>...
>It actually wasn't all that bad.
>Well, they're only about a quarter through it.
>And Flash is kinda shaking in his shoes.
>But at least he hasn't screamed yet.
>Not that that impresses Shimmer.
>"Wow, Ladykiller, I sure feel protected right now."
"H-hey. I remember specifically lowering my role from 'protector' to 'companion'."
>She lets out a scoff and smirks at him.

>>28784455
P9
>Making their way past a few more obstacles, Flash can't help but wonder why Sunset's so calm.
"Geez, are you a robot or something, Sunset?"
>Sighing, she brushes off another jump scare.
>"All this stuff is child's play. I'm not scared of something so juvenile, Ladykiller."
>They make their way to another room, devoid of anything save a closet.
>Flash stops and turns to her, the expression on his face a bit solemn.
>With a sigh, she gives him a tired, rueful look.
>"...Ready?"
"Yeah."
>"I... I just... People here like you. They like /you/. But me? I..."
>They hear knocking. It's coming from the closet.
>Flash tenses up, Sunset just grumbles.
>"H-help me! Help! Help me!"
>Flash takes a step away from the trembling object, the knocking getting louder.
>"This is ridiculous..."
>Bracing himself, Flash moves to the exit.
>Sunset remains where she is, arms crossing in defiance.
>The knocking reaches a crescendo. And then...
>"BOOM!"
>The doors swing open and a bird like figure jumps out at them, its claws extended towards Sunset.
>The girl's eyes shoot open, her body freezing as images long past come flooding into her mind.
>And then came the scream.
>She shoots past Flash, nearly bowling the boy over.
"Sunset!"
>He hears laughter, prompting him to look over at the creature from the closet.
>Its rainbow colored hair whipped around as it rolled on the floor.
>"Got 'em!" She laughs.
'Wait.'
>He recognizes that girl.
"Rainbow Dash!"
>That little scamp.
>No time for her now, though. He needs to go after Sunset.

>>28784500
P10
>Exiting the house, he runs to Luna.
"Did you see Sunset run by?"
>She nods, a worried expression on her face as she points to the gym stage.
>"She climbed up there. She seemed... terrified. Not the good kind, either."
>Quickly, he makes his way onto the stage, the sound of heavy breathing guiding him to Sunset.
>She is sitting in a corner, cradling her knees.
"Sunset?"
>He approaches her.
"Are you alright?"
>She shakes her head, her breathing still hard.
>Reaching to within a foot of her, he drops to his knees and lightly grips her shoulder.
"You're gonna be fi-!"
>She suddenly latches onto him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she buries her face into his chest.
>The shock quickly passes and he gingerly wraps his arms around her.
>She wasn't scared of Rainbow Dash's antics. That much he could tell.
>This was a deeper fear.
>He wasn't sure what to say to ease her through this.
>So, he just sat there, lightly rubbing her back as she continued to breath into his chest.
>Eventually, her breathing relaxes and he feels her grip around him tighten.
>"...Flash."
>She pulls her face away, eyes glancing to the floor before locking with his.
>"I was jealous of you."
"What?"
>"The people here don't feel... foreign to you. You fit in and everyone sees that. They treat you well."
>Her face twists into a grimace. "But me? I'm just some weirdo. A foreign entity. The only reason anyone even voted for me was because of you."
>Reflexively, he moves one of his hands to cup her face.
"That's not true, Sunset. I may have helped, but you really put yourself out there."
>She leans into his touch, her face turning red as she nuzzles his hand.
>As though snapping out of a trance, she moves her face away.
>'Why is this happening?'
"Sorry. I didn't mean to-"
>"No. I..."
>She sighs, a silence forming between them.

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>>28784635
P11
>He glances at the floor, a bit nervous due to his very un-platonic behavior, before mustering the courage to continue.
"Sunset, just keep doing what you're doing, alright? Eventually, people will see you for who you really are. Not what they /think/ you are. Ok?"
>She stares at him, mulling over his words in silence, before a small smile forms on her face.
>Breaking her hold on him. prompting him to do the same, she rises to her feet.
"Are you ok?"
>"Yeah... I don't understand why that happened," she says, raising one of her hands.
>"It felt like I was on auto-pilot... Like..."
"...Your body wasn't your own?"
>Her fist clenches, face twisting into a scowl.
>"Something like that..."
>He gets up.
"Well, if you ever want to talk about it..."
>She lets out a slight laugh. "I think this is something I'll be keeping to myself for a long, long time, Ladykiller."
"But, not just that."
>Sunset turns to face him, a bit surprised by his forceful tone.
"Anything. I'm here for you. Ok?"
>She smiles, small but genuine.
>"Ok."
>And then she leaves.
>...
>8:40pm
>The party is winding down. Flash heads outside, his bucket half-full of candy.
>It was nice getting to hangout with Ringo and Beats and go through all the events.
>Not to mention coming to an understand with Sunset Shimmer.
>Though he didn't get as much candy as he hoped and missed out on trick-or-treating, all in all, it was a pretty good night.
>In the distance, he sees a beanie wearing boy about his age hauling a bucket of candy as well.
>The kid, and the man accompanying him, seemed to be dressed up as Joe from the Viewtiful Joe series.
>Pretty neat choice for a bargain costume.

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>>28784759
P12
>"Pardon me, but is the Halloween Party over?"
>Flash looks to his left, a tall girl and a boy about his age approaching him.
>The girl is dressed as an angel of some sort, her face obscured by a helmet, while the boy seems to be dressed as Spawn.
"Um, it's still going on, but there's only 20 minutes left."
>She clicks her tongue, "Oh."
>What does it matter," the boy sighs, "I'm tired from the Crystal Prep one..."
>"Forgive me for wanting to see what my little brother has to look forward to next year."
'Is this kid going to transfer?'
>Flash and the red-headed boy set eyes on each other.
"Uh, I'm Flash."
>"Nolan. Interesting Nightwing costume."
"Thanks. Cool Spawn."
>The boy smirks. "Redeemer."
>He looks to the school. "And this place seems to be in serious need of one."
'Huh?'
>Flash frowns.
'I'm getting a bad feeling about this guy.'
>"Anyways," the boy's sister says, "thank you. Let's go see what's left, Nolan."
>With a sigh, the boy follows after her. "If you insist."
>Flash watches them for a moment, wondering exactly what Nolan meant by his 'Redeemer' comment.
END

Well, that's the end of that. It's technically a sequel to one of my other stories and will be a part of some larger continuity, which is why there are some references to things I haven't actually written about yet.

I was going to write a horror story starring Soren, but life got in the way and I had to type this one out in a day instead.

Now, to just wait for some other Halloween green and-
>Halloween's over
Well...

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>>28784776

Halloween is still going in some places senpai

>>28784776
this was a neat halloween green
good job man

boop

>>28784776
Pretty sweet tale
I'm liking what you're doing with the Bradster
Other than being the chatismatic perv, you seem to understand and and apply the character at its fullest.

Good job, Gunnz. And happy Halloween to you too

>>28777311
Tell me more about it

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>>28787127
Basically, the CMC get the jump on Brad and engage in some payback:
(Derpy Saga pt7) http://pastebin.com/ghdYXr8E
Really tickled my reverse rape fetish.
Line 150 is the best.

And Twilight gets a go:
(Derpy Saga pt17) http://pastebin.com/mJB95qtB

Not reverse rape, but the Chryssi rape is pretty hot:
(Derpy Saga pt5) http://pastebin.com/nSmyuAE8

Basically, the best parts of the whole thing.

Love Letter
>Operating on monotonous reflex, Scott twists the dial of of his lock, all the while staring at his phone.
>It's a talent he developed out of necessity.
>After all, he needed to keep up with the latest trends so as to spite and go against them.
>With one final twist, the locker creaks open and Scott turns his full attention to it.
>To his surprise, an envelope is resting on the top shelf, having apparently been slipped in by someone.
>Eyebrow quirked, he reaches for it.
>[To Scott] is written on the front, the 'o' written as a little heart.
>A love letter, perhaps?
>He couldn't help but smile at the thought.
'At least someone around here has good taste.'
>Undoing the flap, Scott pulls out a letter from the envelope.
>He begins to look it over, a smile on his face as he wonders just how his admirer planned to woo him.
>A honeyed confession of love?
>Timid words of admiration?
>A brute force admission that nonetheless showed sincere interest?
'Let's see...'
>[Hey, Scotty boy! Wanna stick your Joystick in my Funbox?]
>Signed with a smiley face.
>He stares at the wretched thing, his expression twisting into a grimace.
>Scott knew who this was from.
>He tears the thing to pieces in as contrarian a manner as he could muster, letting them fall to the ground.
"That sugar addicted, cotton candy-!"
>He freezes at the familiar sound of a whistle blowing.
>"Greene! No littering in the hallways," Axel booms, stomping towards the boy.
>"This was your third warning!"
>And that's how Scott got detention.
>The school day goes by and Scott heads to Professor Doodle's room to serve out his sentence.
>Upon entering, he is immediately filled with dread.
>/She's/ here.
>"Ooh! Heya, Scotty," she greets him, waving before wiggling her eyebrows.
>"I see you got my letter~!"
"God, kill me now."

Has there ever been a /nn/ CYOA?
I was looking at the Persona thread that's up and it got me thinking.

>>28788630
there was some attempts, but never something substantial.

>>28789334
Were they basically just high school stuff?
I was sorta thinking about doing more of a fantasy thing.
What with magic pouring out of the statue at the end of LoE, that could end up bringing in creatures from a world even outside of Equestria.

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>>28787920
I fucking live this.

>Twilight decides to perform an immortality experiment
>Drugs Norman
>Removes his central nervous system
>Must get rid of the meat as well
>Performs unholy ritual
>His soul lives on in a chia pet now

>>28790501
That sounds neato

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>>28791479
"PUT ME BACK, PURPLE. I'M BEGGING YOU!"

>>28791887
>that pic
Yeah, well, I didn't like my dinner anyways.

>>28791479
Holy shit

>>28791887
that looks rad crazy

>>28787440
That was hot

>Norman laying on his bed, waiting for Shimmer to enter so they can engage in another night of hard lovin'
>The lights dim and she enters with a sexy strut
>Norman's smile sorta fades
"Really, Shimmer?"
>"Mmm, yes really, babe.."
"No I mean-"
>"What's wrong baby?"
"Fucking- it's hardly November. What do you have on?"
>"Sexy elf? What's the matter?"
"You couldn't do Sexy Pilgrim or Sexy Turkey? Jesus Christ. Like it's way to early."
>"You kidding m-"
"YOU KIDDING ME!? CHANGE!"
>Shimmer rolls her eyes and goes back into the closet
>Norman lies there disappointed
>She re-enters in a giant Turkey suit with sound effects
"Oh fuck."
>He's erect
>"Ready now?"
"Yes yes Holy shit."

>>28794326
>tfw we just start november, and everyone it's changing to christmas
i didn't finished my candies yet

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i don't know what type of story write, so have a reaction image

>>28797580
>Brad has been captured and will soon be executed by the Sol Society
>Using the power of weapons called Zanpakuto, it's up to Nolan and Norman to save him from Shining Armor and the Roual Guards
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZWmIxjjIGls
Also
>that save by Yoruichi
Damn that's good.
Too bad Kubo became a meme machine.

boop

>"Hey Norman, brah."
>*cough cough wheeze*
>"Got a ciggy?"

>Three "Griffon" girls come to the school as part of some exchange program.
>At least the Diamond Dogs are gone as a result.
>Nolan, seeing as the school is /his/, goes to greet them.
>They immediately start causing a ruckus.
>Nolan is disgusted.
>Makes an offhand comment about how "these dogs should head back to whatever zoo they got thrown out of."
>Principal Celestia overhears. Scolds Nolan while the girls pretend to be innocent.
>Makes Nolan be their escort around the school.
>Nolan begrudgingly relents.
>Eventually, the four of them enter a less populated area.
>The girls force Nolan into a nearby room.
>Time for a little cultural enrichment.
>But the Heir to the Saints don't play that.
>He easily drops them with well placed Focus Punches to their pussies.
>Don't mess with the King.

>>28799118
>griffons
so greta, gabby, and gilda went to CHS
neat idea

>>28800834
I miss the casual Shimmer x Norman lewds

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>Norman's fw he learns he can't get Shimmer/Purple pregnant because of magical immunities vaporizing his semen before it even leaves his penis

>Shimmer eating Thanksgiving with Norman's family
>Cream from pie on her lip
>Norman gives her a peck
>She giggles and wipes some on her cheek
>Norman gets the hint and kisses her cheek
>She laughs and smashes the pie on her crotch

>>28802068
>does this in front of his family
Do horse women just have no sense of shame and decency?

>>28804123
neat drawing chef

Are the human version of Gilda and her quaint people called Grifters? I imagine the Griffon hometown of EqG being a rundown ghetto.
Pretty fitting what with the whole "we wuz kangz" episode Gilda returned in.
>zebras
They can be kangz, too.

>>28806093
i always imagine the griffons would be bikers or some nomad tribe
zebras will always live in the ghetto

>>28806969
she looks like a puppet. i love it

>>28807003
Don't put her on your hand or she'll do Horrible Naughty things to you.

>>28807114
the only naughty thing i can think off is she telling me "change hands for a while"

Literally
>"Hey, Bright Eyes!"
>Derpy, a feeling of dread surfacing inside her, looks to Sunset Shimmer.
>The Princess of Canterlot High stalks towards her, a malicious smile on her face.
>"Thought you could avoid me?"
>Sunset extends a hand towards the shaking blonde, eyeing the muffin bag in her hands.
>"Cough up that toll fee you owe."
>Derpy came prepared this time.
"O-ok."
>She sticks a finger down her throat, causing Sunset to blanch.
"Guh! Guh-"
>"What are you-?!"
"Blaargh!"
>And she spews muffins all over Sunset's boots.
>"OH MY GOD! MY BOOTS! YOU LAZY EYE FREAK!"
>Shimmer lunges at the girl and slams her against a locker.
>Before things can escalate...
>"Shimmer, leave Derpy alone!"
>Turning her ire to Flash, Shimmer sneers.
>Slamming Derpy into the locker one more time, she tosses the blonde to the ground and stomps away.
>Flash quickly goes to help Derpy up.
>"Hey, are you okay?"
>Wiping at her mouth, she nods, sniffling as tears form in her eyes.
"Y-yeah. Why... why is she s-so mean?"
>She latches onto him, abloo-bloo-blooing into his shoulder.
>He pats her back, sighing.
>"I don't know..."
>He stands there, letting her cry as much as she needs to.
>But, in reality, she is smiling.
>A happy, yet devious one.
'Perfect.'
>Pretending to be retarded has its benefits.

>>28808231
that was a clever move

boop

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boop

>A serial killer resurfaces after 10 years of absence
>The first victim of his spree: Patricia Melody
>With this new blood comes the rise of a strange power

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>>28812732
>Scott loses his shit immediately after finding out Pat bit the dust
>He constantly insists that the killer is out to get him next
>everyone dismisses him as the pretentious paranoid fuck he is
>He goes missing the very next day

>>28812732
>Diwata heard that someone from CHS has their life taken.
>Even though she wishes it was that Gremlin she know that it's not right to think of such things.
>But she fears for her distant cousin's safety.
>So she called her old Yakuza pals to end this monster.

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>>28814930
Gray
>Scott goes out on his moped to get some inspiration.
>Sees a quaint quarry farm in the distance.
>Decides to scope it out.
>Lots of rocks. The place is pretty gray.
>Like, super gray.
"Maybe something subdued for my next...?"
>*hipster senses tingling*
>He turns to see a girl peeking out at him from behind a rock.
>She ducks behind it a bit, a timid look on her face.
>But that outfit of hers... so gauche, so simple, so...
>Plebian.
>And yet... it spoke to him.
>Good Lord, he loved it.
>He pulls out his phone and begins to update his twitter status.
>[Saw something at rock quarry. Idea snuck up behind and hit me. /Hard/. #SimpleAndClean]
"You there."
>He says, prancing over to the girl. Startled, she ducks behind the rock.
"Wait! Please!"
>He circles around.
>She regards him meekly.
>"Mm?"
"Your outfit. Did you put it together yourself?"
>She blinks a few times, surprised by his eagerness.
>"Mmhmm..."
'Mmhmm. Yes! Subdued words for a subdued style!"
"Ah! My name is Scott Greene."
>She perks up at that.
>"Scott?"
>Smirking, Scott brushes his hair back.
"My reputation precedes me."
>The girl clasps her hands together.
>"Can you come with me? My sister is sad and I think she needs a friend."
>Scott raises an eyebrow.
>No girl he was friends with comes to mind as being related to her.
>But... there is something oddly familiar about her.
>Shrugging, he follows the girl to her house.
>She leads him up a flight of stairs and peeks into a room.
>A few seconds later, she steps aside.
>"Please... go in..."
>He complies. Stepping inside, the door closing behind him, he spots a girl.
>Her back to him, she's staring out a window, her straight, dark pink hair hanging off the side of her bed.
"Um, hello?"
>She glances at him.
>"...Scotty boy?!"
'...No...'
>Pinkie's hair poofs up and she excitedly scrambles off her bed as he starts to turn to the door.
>She tackles him to the ground. He goes for his phone.
>[Sen helpp]
>Last update 2 hours ago

>>28816042
kek
that's what happens after raping the ponk scott. now you have to deal with her

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night

>>28820237
>"goddammit chloe, stop getting in the middle of people's lifes"
"No oni-chan. I must see them so i can make greater yaoi"
>"damn it, this is not going to end well"

boop

Brother
>A young Nolan hums softly as he continues to sketch at the kitchen table.
>His feet kicking back and forth, the boy is engrossed in his art.
>The light tip-tapping of footsteps against the tiled floor can be heard.
>It's a familiar sound, the clicking of custom made slip-ons.
>And then comes the fragrance, a sweet smelling perfume.
>"What are you up to?"
"Drawing."
>The girl leans over his shoulder, her light pink hair drooping onto it, so as to see his work.
>She lets out a giggle.
>"Is that supposed to be Nathan?"
>The boy nods.
>"That look suits him."
>After patting his head, she pulls away, the clicking of her heels fading into the distance.
>His drawing is nearly complete.
>...
>Eventually, the door to the mansion opens, a familiar sigh following it.
>"Another eventful day..."
>Nolan grabs his drawing, hops off the living room couch, and makes his way to the door.
>At the door stands a man with red hair, several streaks of light pink breaking it up.
"Nathan! Look what I made for you!"
>His brother looks down at him, the boy's green eyes staring expectantly into his light purple ones.
>Nathan reaches for the paper and pulls it to his face.
>On it is a simple drawing of a golem-like man standing next to a boy.
>The golem's teeth(?) are clenched, thick eyebrows slanted into a determined frown as the boy smiles.
>"Heh." Nathan shakes his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Cute. You're getting better."
>He extends the paper to Nolan. Nolan is perplexed.
"...I made it for you."
>Nathan stares at him for a moment, before glancing at the paper.
>Smiling again he pulls it to himself.
>"Thanks."
>The boy grins at him.
>"...Nolan."
"Yeah?"
>"Actions are words put into deeds."
"Ooh! I know! A Saint must not only vow, he must do! Right?"
>Nathan nods; Nolan smiles.
>"So, when I say... Ah, nevermind. Keep up the good work, alright?"
"Ok..."
>With that, Nathan makes his way up the stairwell, gingerly holding the drawing.

>>28821380
>nolan probably had a brother that fall in action
ouch

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>>28821890
Dude, I think that's just mountain dew.

>>28823595
let him dream anon. let him dream

Story about the pathetic life Naomi lives in her lonely pink room waiting for her phone to make a noise to reassure her that someone knows she exists.

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>>28824834
Walls
>Naomi stared at the ceiling of her room, bare and empty.
>Just like her soul.
'No. No. Too bleh.'
>She rolls onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow.
'Ok. Again.'
>The walls are suffocating, 4 panels of pink plaster and dust caging her in her own home.
>Not as suffocating, though, as the walls around her heart.
'No!'
>She screams into her pillow.
'Again...'
>Life sucks. The end.
>Eyes closing, she lets out a sigh and rolls onto her back again.
>This had been her routine for a week or so.
>Go to school, smile and chat with friends. Go to classes, get a bunch of homework to do.
>Go home, recognize all of this as repetitive nonsense and be crushed by the ever growing feeling of dread that this is probably the best her life will get.
>Then contemplate her future as a wage slave because college is a trap.
>The worst part of it all is that, what with her friends being so happy...
>She looks to her dresser. Her phone lies there, quiet and unmoving.
>Maybe one of the girls will call. Ask her to see a movie with the gang...
>They hadn't done that in awhile.
>Yeah. This will be the day. They'll call any second now.
>...
>...
>Any-
>[Bzzz]
>She snatches her phone up.
"Hello?!?!"
>"...Uh. Norman? You ok?"
>That voice.
"Flash? It's Naomi."
>"Babyblue? Whoops. I, uh, misclicked. Sorry-"
"Wait!"
>She cringes, going quiet for a moment.
>"Yeah?"
>His voice is quiet and gentle; she feels calmer.
"...Are you busy?"
>"Nah. What's up?"
"I kinda wanna talk for a few minutes. Is that okay?"
>He lets out a quiet chuckle. "Fire away."
>She smiles.
"Well..."
>...
>It just feels like I'm trapped.
>Walls around me. A cage of plaster and dust.
>No one reaching in. Always staring out.
>Towards the future.
>A sprawling landscape of cold steel and heated concrete.
>But still. There is a light in the distance.
>Even though it rains. The sun still shines.
>A sliver of light seeping through.
'Yes! Nailed it.'

night

>>28820237
>Norman is trying to reach something atop a shelf.
>Scott sees this and offers to give him a boost.
>Norman uses Scott's hand as leverage.
>Loses his balance and falls on top of Scott.
>Lands on his crotch.
>Chloe's face when.

>>28825753
>tfw knew a girl like this

Is Kuro dead?

>>28827728
No. He has a job, and he can't post as much here

>>28828133
>inmune to contract
what's does that mean?

>>28828386
Either means Flutters can't become a magical girl herself (a "Cure" like Twi and Sunny) or can't become those particular magical girls.
I think.

>>28828737
ahhh, thanks

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"That insipid Norman finally left, dear"

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>>28828942
>cucking norm
no

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>>28828942
Messy
>Rarity sighs as she locks the door behind Norman before closing the window curtains.
"That insipid Norman finally left, dear."
>The man before her smiles.
>"Are you sure?"
"Oh, quite. Bless his heart. I'd let him watch, but he doesn't seem the type to understand."
>"Well, then..."
>He takes off his shirt. Rarity giggles in response.
>Tossing the object aside, he then reaches for a nearby bo-staff.
>Twirling it at maximum speed, he halts its momentum, legs sliding into a combat stance.
>"LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS!"
>Rarity pulls out her katana, a sheen of light glimmering across the blade as she unsheathes it.
"Let's settle this sordid nonsense once and for all."
>The man lunges forward, bo-staff descending to crack against Rarity's skull.
>But a diamond shield blocks it.
>"NAMI?!"
>In his shock, he doesn't realize that Rarity is now behind him.
"I'd say it's nothing personal, darling."
>She drives the blade through his heart.
>"GUAH!"
"But, you should have never interfered with my business."
>With the skill of an artist, she pulls back, a layer of diamond forming around the blade as it draws back.
>Catching any blood that might spill, the diamond sheath shines a brilliant crimson.
>The man clutches his chest; a cage of diamonds forms around him, his life energy pooling at its bottom.
>She would thank Twilight later.
>This new power of hers made cleaning up easy.

>>28829324
>Rarity goes Kill Bill
Never thought Rarara'd be the type to give us the grand ol tip'o the katana desu.
Tarantino's behind this

>>28830572
Fuck meant to quote this
>>28829323

>>28828386
>>28828737
Kyubeyshy can't contract Cures after Sayaka's Sacrifice.

>>28829224
>concerned about Norman being cucked
Why?
serves him right

>>28833880
Basically, this.
With all Norman's generic harem protagonist antics, it's not like he has any room to talk if he's the one getting cucked.

boop

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Chapter 1
P1
>11/1/2016 (Monday) 4:37pm
>Patricia Melody gathers her bag, waving goodbye to her friends in the art club before heading off.
>There's a certain spring to her step, a giddy feeling expressed in hurried steps.
>She loved her little side job: babysitting some of the boys in her neighborhood.
>It was always a treat for her.
>Only about an hour or so left before her next job: little Pipsqueak
>Such a cute and precious boy.
>...
>6:10pm
"You two have fun!"
>Patricia waves as young Pipsqueak's parents pull out of the driveway.
>Closing the door, she double checks the lock.
>Heading over to the living room couch, she plops down behind Pipsqueak.
>He's playing a game: "Gear Duster: Final Bullet [EX]"
'Boys still like that dumb cowboy comic? Whatever.'
>She decides to let him play.
>After all, his parents would be back at 9 and Featherweight is out of town.
>No need to rush.
>Her phone buzzes and a familiar sound chimes.
>She pulls the object from her pocket, quickly swiping at the [New Text (1)] pop up.
>[Are you enjoying yourself?]
>Her brows furrow. The sender is unknown.
[Do i know u?]
>[Guess.]
"...Um."
[Naomi?]
>[No.]
>Patricia frowns. She looks at the number and immediately recognizes it.
>With a frustrated sigh, she dials it up.
>[Ring... click!]
"Look, if you're trying to get back at me for the Halloween thing, you..."
>She hears static on the other end, a distorted chuckle coming through.
>"Did you think no one would notice?"
"N-Naomi?"
>The line goes dead. Patricia stares ahead, heart beating fast in her chest.
>Eventually, her heart calms and the fear she felt is replaced by annoyed frustration.
>The night goes on, her mood sour throughout.
>But there was also a feeling of dread.
>She looks over at Pipsqueak, still engrossed in his video game.
>It's almost 7. With a sigh, she gets up.
"Pippy, I'm going to start dinner."
>He grunts.
>With that, she heads to the kitchen, the note on the fridge informing her what to make.

>>28836504
P2
>Letting the spaghetti boil, she turns her attention to the meat and diced veggies sizzling in the pan next to it.
>Patricia hums a little ditty, Naomi's little prank nearly forgotten.
>The pitter-patter of rain draws her attention to a window.
>Droplets of rain slide down it, somewhat distorting her view of the street outside.
>She pauses for a moment, a figure across the street catching her attention.
>They are wearing what appears to be a rather bulky raincoat, the hood up and obscuring their face.
>For a moment, Patricia could swear that they are staring at her.
>The stranger turns and begins to slide(?) down the street.
>Almost like they are gliding on air.
>Her nervousness takes awhile to follow suit.
>9:00pm
>Little Pipsqueak is asleep and tonight is officially a bust.
>That call from Naomi and that weirdo in the street...
>It made her feel paranoid.
>She would have to wait until next time.
"Argh! Naomi... can't you take a joke?"
>Looking over to Pipsqueak, quietly snoring as the nightlight on his nightstand gently illuminates his body, Patricia can feel her anger swell up.
"When I get my hands on you..."
>Her anger subsides, for the moment, as she hears a car pull into the driveway.
>The parents are home.
>9:07pm
>Exchanging the usual pleasantries, money, and goodbyes, Patricia leaves.
>She pulls her jacket to her chest, shivering slightly at the cold air.
>As she continues her walk home, she remembers her ire.
>Pulling out her phone, she begins typing, a light drizzle of rain dripping onto the screen.
[Look, N, I dont know whats ur problem, but get over the Halloween thing. Will talk later.]
>The rain picks up and, with a frustrated sigh, Patricia quickly stuffs her phone into a pocket.
>But, just as her finger begin to uncurl around it, a familiar vibration and chime come from it.
'This girl...'
>She pulls it out again, swiping to get at the message Naomi had no doubt sent her.
>[Let's talk now.]
>A chill runs down her spine.

>>28836657
P3
>The rain grows heavier.
>Patricia waits for her phone to ring, eyes fixed to the screen.
'It's just Naomi... but why am I...'
>Regaining some of her composure, she begins to type again.
[Not now. When I'm home. Freezing and raining.]
>Regardless of the response, Patrica would deal with Naomi after a nice, hot shower and some cocoa.
>Seconds pass.
>And then...
>[Turn around.]
>Patricia's heart begins to beat fast, eyes widening a bit.
>Naomi was going to get back at her tonight.
'M-might as well let her have this...'
>So, she turns.
>And standing several feet away from her is the raincoat weirdo.
>A golden bat in their right-hand.
>The lamppost overhead casts a shadow, the person's face obscured by the darkness of their hood.
>Every fiber of her body screams for her to run.
>She madly complies.
>Patricia dashes down the street, panting heavily as her body quickly reaches and pushes past its usual limits.
>A sound rings throughout the air, metal hitting concrete at several, intimidating intervals.
>She looks over her shoulder, the raincoat weirdo tapping their bat against the sidewalk as they glide towards her at a leisurely pace.
"God!"
>Her eyes shoot forward, the sidewalk seeming to stretch out infinitely, lampposts occasionally breaking up the darkness.
"He-help!"
>The rain grows heavier, the world around her distorting into a dream-like state.
>There's a light in the distance, a store she recognizes.
>So close! A relieved, manic smile spreads across her face.
>It falls, a scream escaping her as she feels a hand tug at her hair.
>She manages to pull away, but stumbles into a dead end alley.
>Scrambling to the brick walk at the end, she attempts to gain a foothold.
>But the rain spites her, her boots slipping against the wall and her fingers finding no purchase.
>She begins to scream, calling for help.
>"Patricia."
>Her body goes cold, that distorted, chilling voice seeping into her skin.
>"You like to play games. Correct?"

>>28836756
P4
>The weirdo approaches her, a strange glow coming from their right hand as they strike a nearby dumpster.
>"I want to play a game with you. The kind you love /so much/."
>The light gets brighter.
>Patricia, presses against the wall, tears streaming down her face.
"Wh-what do you want?!"
>"Justice."
>5 feet of distance between them.
>Fear begins to overwhelm her.
>This is no prank. Naomi would never do this.
>In the darkness gripping er heart, a spot of light shines through.
>She reaches into her pocket, trembling hand gripping the only means of defense she has.
>3 feet. 2 feet.
>1 feet.
>She lunges and stabs at the figure.
>9:45pm
>The police have cordoned off the alley, lights shining into it as the rain drizzles in the background.
>"Officer Sentry... The girl is..."
>Golden Sentry, decked in a typical officer's uniform makes his way over to the girl at the end of the alley.
>She's bleeding from the forehead an appears to be bruised.
>But, nothing else seems wrong.
>Except...
>Her left hand is covered in strange, red markings.
>He takes a moment, the symbols triggering a distant memory.
"Goddamn it..."
>"Is something wrong, sir?"
>Golden shakes his head, but before he can respond, he hears a commotion from behind him.

>>28836823
i'm reading, keep going

>>28836823
P5
>"You can't come in here, sir. Police only."
>"I heard you. My clearance supersedes that particular red tape."
>"The answer is no."
>Golden looks to see one of his officers arguing with a G-man.
>The G-man regards the officer with a bored, condescending expression.
>"Let me to the officer in charge," he sighs, tone slow and deliberate as though dealing with a toddler, "or at least someone who didn't average D- in Blue Crew school."
>Before things can escalate, Golden makes his way over to them.
"Enough."
>The officer tenses up a bit. The G-man smiles, pointing to a purple pin on his left shirt pocket.
>Stylized bat wings.
>Golden's eyes narrow in recognition, his voice coming out in a low growl.
"Darklaw."
>The Darklaw agent steps past the police tape and makes his way to Patricia, Golden following after.
"What do you guys want?"
>"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd see if you boys grew some brain cells over the years."
"Don't BS me, suit."
>They arrive at the unconscious girl and the agent kneels next to her.
"She's stable. Needs to be hospitalized."
>The agent chuckles, gently reaching for her hand.
>"She needs protection. You know what these symbol mean, right?"
>Golden grits his teeth, his fears reaffirmed.
>"He's at it again. So... Let's call this one..."

The Second Flower Case: Heroes, Evils, Hellfire

Theme
~Royal Pirates - Drawing the Line~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2M6zHsRfZhI

That's it for now. I'm planning this to be a CYOA. Will hopefully have a few more posts tomorrow morning.
Would've posted sooner on my phone, but /someone/ salty nipped that in the bud.
Be back in a few hours.

>>28838225
thanks gunnz. we'll be waiting

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>>28839446
>mfw Pennsylvania goes Red
Make America /Normal/ Again

>>28839568
>open catalog
>see two trump threads up
Aw man, if Trump wins, I think the gates of Kek might finally open.
We've had the Bane meme slip through the cracks and become reality. Who knows what sort of terrible meme magicry will follow.

>>28840153
Wait a second, Trump won?
Oh. Nevermind me, then.
At least the "vote for the first female president evar" goobers were btfo.

>>28840309
next president
i mean, in the simpsons lisa was the president after trump, so the first female president will happen in 4 years

>>28838225
Bretty good Gunnz
You're off to a good start

>>28838225
P6
>11/2/2016 (Tuesday) 6:40am
>Flash lets out a tired sigh, a plume of his breath dissipating into the chilly morning air.
>Locking up his camaro, he looks towards Canterlot High.
>With the sun barely peeking over the horizon, the school stands like a shadow against the sky.
>8:10am
>Ms. Cheerilee stands at the chalkboard, scribbling the rest of her lesson out.
>"Perhaps the most iconic form of familial conflict would be that of two brothers, both representing an extreme or ideal, that come into contrast with the other."
>She punctuates the end of her scribbling with a tap, the chalk leaving a single dot at the end.
>[Good and Evil. Ideals and Extremes that inevitably lead to conflict. Personifications.]
>"These myths serve as an insight into the culture surrounding them. And as a reminder..."
>Flash looks up from his notes, curious as to why Cheerilee trailed off.
>She looks to be contemplating something, her eyes to the ceiling as she uses her right hand to stroke her chin.
>The chalk dangles in her left hand, lightly tapping against her elbow.
>"The characters change. The circumstances, too. But, in the end, the stories are all the same... Right?"
>She scans the room expectantly, a small smile on her face.
>Flash glances around. Nobody is biting.
>Many students are exchanging unsure glances.
'Over a simple question? C'mon...'
>"Flash."
>His attention snaps back to Cheerilee. She's pointing at him, her right index finger extended.
>"Your answer?"
>A pout almost makes its way across his face.
'Why me...?'
>Until he notices that his right hand is raised.
>His body has betrayed him.
>Might as well roll with it.
"Uh. No. To the question, I mean."
>She nods, doing a little circular motion with her hand as a sign for him to continue.
"Ah, well. It's like how..."
>Everyone's eyes are on him.
'No pressure. Just talk.'
"Ok, so, you get a recipe from your great granmummy, right?"
>He hears snickering and a quiet giggle or two.
>Confidence welling, he continues.

>>28842925
P7
"You follow it to the letter. You get everything write and pop it into the oven and it comes out smelling all fresh and delicious like it just got out of the shower."
>Cheerilee rolls her eyes as more snickering is heard, but is otherwise smiling.
"But, when you taste it, it doesn't taste the same. Grandma didn't hold out on you or anything. This was how she always made that pie, that cake, that cornbread, that whatever. So, what could be missing?"
>He pauses for a moment, eyes glancing around at his fellow students.
"It's Grandma. She's the secret ingredient."
>"So, they're going to be having Grandma for dinner?"
>Cheerilee lets out a quiet chuckle as her students start laughing.
>"Settle down, everyone. Please, go on, Flash."
"Well, basically, it tasted as good as it did because Grandma made it."
>He scratches his head, eyes narrowed in thought.
"Uh, so, what I'm saying is. The stories might, basically, be the same. But how they're told, who's telling them, little things like that, make them all a little different."
>Cheerilee nods, her attention turning to the whole of the class.
>"That's right. The structure is the same, but it's those little details, within and without the stories, that make the experience different."
>She smiles at Flash, "That was a very good answer."
>He feels a wide smile spread across his face, but keeps it in check with a slight cough.
"I try."
>After shooting him a deadpan look, Cheerilee returns her attention to the class.
>"Anyone can copy a story or recipe. But, sometimes, Grandma is the only one with that special touch to make it all come together...?"
>A light gasp draws Cheerilee's attention to a blue-haired girl, her eyes focused on something in her lap.
>"Naomi. No cell phone usage in class," Cheerilee scolds, extending a hand towards the girl. "Hand it over."
>The girl looks up, eyes wide with worry as she raises her phone.
>"Patty's been hospitalized!"

>>28843075
P8
>Cheerilee stares at the girl, her expression unreadable.
>"Naomi," she starts, "That is unfortunate and I hope she gets better, but-"
>"No," tears are starting the well up at the corners of the girl's eyes, "she was attacked!"
>The students start chattering, one of them blurting out, "What?! When?"
>"Last night. S-someone beat Patty up." She shows her phone to a few students, a picture of the school newspaper on it.
>The class gets out of control, everyone, save a few students, crowding around Naomi.
>"Class. Class! CLASS!"
>Cheerilee's voice can barely be heard over the chatter.
>Her frustration reaching its peak, she opens her mouth to yell.
>But the bell beats her to it.
>To her surprise and chagrin, many students are slow to leave, still huddling around Naomi.
>She had half a mind to give the girl detention for this little disruption.
>But...
>The girl seems to be suffering enough.
>They would have a chat later about her technophilic ways, but for now...
>'No need to add to the pile.'

Done for now.

boop

up

Good night

J-List is back. Hooray.
Get nuked, Hiro.

>>28847228
gloriosa and timber's mark
my bet is the right one is gloriosa's

>>28847500
Timber - Compass rose with leaves
Gloriosa - Bunch of Daisies.

>>28847228
Probably just some generic toteming.

Make Norman bang 3 girls at one Again

>>28848278
so, another dazzlings story?

>>28848586
>another
He never did any of them

I want Norman to creampie each of the Dazzlings

up

night bump

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>Norman will never accidently break a girl into a cumslut

bumpin

>>28853432
i wonder how pockys taste

>>28853618
Like a stick version of Ritz cracker dipped in chocolate

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I miss the tales of Norma and her ass

Alright, so let's play for an hour or so.
First reply gets to decide.

>>28843186
<10:30am (Lunch)>
>[Last night, Monday of September 2016, a CHS student by the name of Patricia Melody was attacked. Currently, the sole witness states that the assailant fled the scene upon said witness's arrival. As it was dark and the witness was more concerned for the victim, the witness could not ID the assailant. Upon finding Patricia in a bruised, yet stable state, the witness called the police. Medical personnel (and a stupid, suit wearing monkey man) arrived on the scene as well to take her safely to a hospital. We at the Wondercolt Confidential wish Patricia a speedy recovery and hope that the one responsible for this attack is brought to justice.]
>[-Gabby Gums]
>Flash sets the paper aside, nothing else really catching his attention.
>Something like this rarely happens. Not the attack itself, but the person involved.
>CHS is going to be buzzing with this news for quite awhile.
'Well... I just hope Patty comes through this alright.'
>Still... He feels a little excited.
>The gossip in him wants to discuss the incident, to pour over theories and assumptions as to why Patricia was attacked, who her attacker is, etc.
>The detective in him... mostly wants to do the same, with the added caveat of catching the assailant himself before he attacks another girl..
>Probably not going to happen, but a boy can dream.

Flash should:
>Go to the news room to get information.
>Talk to his friends about the case.
>Drop the thought for now and go eat.
>Talk to Sunset and her friends.
>Go see how Cheerilee is.

>>28854936
Go to the news room to get information.

>>28854936
>The budding detective in Flash takes over and he makes his way to the news room.
>Even if it was after the fact, Gabby Gums was there that night /and/ managed to get a hold of a witness.
>It doesn't take him long to reach the newsroom, the subtle sound of rolling presses rumbling through its door.
>As he steps inside, he catches the begins of what appears to be an argument.
>"The guy deserves it!"
>He looks to Scootaloo, her hands raised and eyes narrowed at Applebloom.
>The young Apple, arms folded and with a glare on her face, shakes her head.
>"I know he was a jerk an' all, but that don't mean we gotta print that sorta thing! We oughta be more professional."
>Sweetie Belle is standing to the side, eyes glancing between her two friends as she shuffles her feet a bit.
>Although she looks a bit worried, there's also a certain tiredness in her eyes, as though this sort of thing happens often.
>"Um, I agree with Applebloom, Scootaloo."
>The budding-athelete looks dumbfounded. "What?! But-"
>"Don't get me wrong, he was a jerk, but we should probably just keep that sort of thing out of the paper."
>Scootaloo looks to the floor, ire cooling a bit. "Maybe...? Flash?"
>The girls turn their attention to him, before glancing at each other and nodding.
>"Hey, Flash, you read the..." Scootaloo glances to her friends, secretive smiles on their faces, before clearing her throat and continuing, "the Gabby Gums article, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
>"And ya saw the line? The outta place one that looks like a little foal wrote it in?"
>Scootaloo shoots Applebloom a dirty look.
>Flash thinks on that a moment, eyes widening a bit in realization.
"Yeah."
>Scootaloo steps in. "Do you think it was okay? Like, should it be there or taken out?"
>They stare at him expectantly.

Flash should:
>Basically: "It should be taken out."
>Basically: "Leave it in."
>Avoid answering and use the question as a jumping off point to ask about the case itself.

Will try to update throughout the day.

>>28855230
leave it in

>>28855230
>With a shrug of his shoulders, Flash looks to Applebloom.
"I think it should stay, I guess."
>She just stares at him, eyes wide and mouth agape, while Scootaloo pumps her fist.
>"Yes!"
>"Hold on! Why in tarnation do ya think it should stay? I mean, it's too late to take back, but in the future..."
>He scratches the back of his head.
"Well... it adds a little spice to the story? Gives it some personality?"
>Applebloom, her eyes half-lid in a tight-lip glare, is thoroughly unconvinced.
>Scootaloo, however, is ecstatic.
>"Right?! That's what I was totally going for!"
>With a huff, Applebloom's attention snaps to her.
>"Ya'll weren't doin' nothin' of the sort. So, stop lyin'."
>Feeling a bit more confident, and wanting to keep the bickering to a minimum, Flash continues.
"Yeah, it's not really professional..."
>Applebloom shoots Scootaloo a smirk; she receives a raspberry in response.
"But, you could word it to be... Tasteful? You know? It's pretty out of place considering the context."
>Scootaloo glances at the floor, shuffling her feet a bit.
>"I guess it was pretty inappropriate..."
>The youngest Apple lets out a sigh.
>"Well, whatever. It's a stalemate. So, next time ya'll wanna throw out disses, let's at least be clever about it."
>Scootaloo nods, a smile on her face as she briefly glances at Flash.
>Swettie Belle, a sigh of relief leaving her, looks to Flash.
>"Thanks for that. What brings you here?"
"I kinda want to know more about the case. Do you girls know anything about it? Maybe Gabby told you something else?"
>The girls exchange knowing glances, subtle smiles on their faces.
>Applebloom quietly clears her throat before casually looking over her nails.
>"She might have. It depends on the question."

Flash should ask about what?

>>28856529
let's start for the basics: what happenned?

night

>>28856529
"What happened? Did someone really beat up Patty?"
>Applebloom thinks on this for a moment.
>"Mmm. Well... She just got conked on the head."
>Flash's brows furrow. Sensing confusion, Applebloom continues.
>"When the ambulance came and were wheeling her outta there, Gabby heard someone say she got hit on the head."
>"And she was bleeding," Scootaloo chimes in.
>"That, too. Gabby said she had a nasty cut across her forehead."
>Hearing this triggers a bone chilled shudder from Sweetie Belle, her body trembling as her face contorts into one of disgust.
>"Just thinking about that gives me chills..."
"And that's all, right?"
>Applebloom nods. "Eyup..." Her expressions falls, sights drifting to the floor. "At least... I hope that's all that happened."
>Her friends' moods fall as well, a feeling of dread apparent in their grimaces.
>Flash feels anger start to well within him, his fingers curling into a fist as he thinks of the assailant.

Flash should do what next?

I'll let this be the last post for the day.
Will resume tomorrow in the afternoon.

>>28857879
now the second: where did it happen?

Change of plans. Let's go ahead and continue the story for a few hours.

>>28857879
>Calming down a bit, Flash combs a hand through his hair.
>His expression softening, he moves on to the next question.
"Where did the attack happen? Was it near Grifter territory?"
>Applebloom shakes her head.
>"Ya know that shop, Griff-Knacks? It happened near there. Like, across the street."
>Flash stares at her for a moment, eyes widening in surprise before narrowing in a frown.
"It happened near 740 Lane?"
>Applebloom nods. "I know, right? Nothin' ever happens over there."
"Because the Saints roost there."
>He pauses for a moment, grasping for a somewhat faded memory.
"At least, a few do."
>"Even without the Saints, it's a nice neighborhood," Sweetie Belle says, her mood a bit brighter. "I went to a cook out there and the people were really nice. It kinda reminded me of when the Apples have a family reunion."
'A close community. Maybe the attacker was an outsider? Speaking of the attack...'
"Where exactly was she found?"
>"The witness found her in an alley. Gabby tried to get a better look at the place-"
>"But some guy in a stupid looking suit got in her way!"
>Applebloom shoots Scootaloo a 'hush' look before turning back to Flash.
>"What she said. Gabby went back once the police had left, but it was really dark without a flashlight."
"Was the lamppost not working?"
>"It was workin' alright, but we-" She lets out a casual cough to cover her slip up, "-was told by Gabby that it barely reached into the alley. It was practically pitch black."

Flash should do what next?

>>28772246
Bump

>>28860729
Let's go full ace attorney in this bitch
Thank the girls and go to the crime scene. After classes, of course

>>28860729
"I guess I have all I need for now."
>"Ya sure?"
>Flash smiles and gives Applebloom a nod.
"Yep. Thank you for your time, ladies."
>"You're welcome," Applebloom says, a grin on her face as Flash turns to leave. "See ya, Flash."
>Scootaloo lets out a giggle, "Yeah! Bye, Detective Sentry!"
>He pauses for a moment, mulling over Scootaloo's remark as the girls share a giggle.
'Detective Sentry... Has a nice ring to it.'
>With a chuckle, Flash glances over at the girls, his words dripping with a hardboiled, Noir accent.
"I'll be in touch, ladies."
>They giggle again as Flash completes his exit.
>He always thought he'd be Officer Sentry Jr. if it came down to it.
>Maybe this case will open up a different career path.
'Eh. It's something to think about.'
<5:07pm (Afternoon)>
>School passed by relatively quickly, with Flash taking a moment to rest up at home.
>Following the brief respite, he makes his way to Griff-Knacks.
>Parking his camaro in the lot, Flash gives the store a once over before tugging at his backpack and making his way across the street.
>The sun is dipping towards the horizon, its fleeting rays casting an orange-ish hue upon the city.
>Fortunately, not only is it bright enough in general, but its light is actually illuminating the alley in its entirety.
'Perfect.'
>There are no windows on this side, but he can see some over the wall at the end.
>Two dumpsters sit to his right.

Flash should investigate what?

>>28864027
the dumpsters

Does Gunnz has a Pastebin? Been gone for a while

>>28864112
Yeah.
http://pastebin.com/u/GunnzShowboat

>>28864027
>As Flash steps into the alley, a sudden wave of nausea overcomes him.
>His vision blurs for a moment, prompting him to shut his eyes and lean against one of the dumpsters for support.
>As the nausea fades, Flash can't help but feel a sense of weight on his shoulders.
>It's as though the air itself has grown heavy.
>Pushing off the dumpster, he notices something: a groove.
>Looking to it, he sees a dent in the lid
'Looks like someone hit it with a pipe.'
>Lifting it up, he notices that the metal rim of the dumpster is dented as well.
'Hard...?'
>Within the sunlight streaming in, Flash notices a glint of red.
"Blood?"
>He looks closer.
"Definitely blood."
>As far as he can tell.
>Now that he's looking, he notices little, red droplets on some of the garbage bags.
'Something was dripping blood. The weapon?'
>His eyes narrow in contemplation.
'It can't be Patty. I mean, it wouldn't make sense if she was hit over there.'
>He glances to the end of the alley.
'So, the killer must have gotten blood on him... Or...'
"...He was bleeding."
>He looks to the droplets again.
"Why was he bleeding? And why'd he bother looking in the dumpster? It's not like he needed to get rid of whatever he hit Patty with..."

Answers?

>>28865328
let's check the end of the alley first
if there's no clues, check the bags. we can't answer why he was bleeding for now

up

boop

>>28865328
>Thinking there might be a clue to his questions there, he makes his way to the end of the ally.
>Reaching for the wall, Flash runs his fingers down it and glances around the area.
'No windows. No stairs. She was cornered.'
>Taking a few steps back, he glances around the area again.
>Left wall. Front wall. Right wall. Right ground...
>And he sees it: a faint blood stain.
>Looking up, he sees that the building cover had managed to shield it just enough that, though it was a little distorted from the rain, it was still relatively apparent that someone was bleeding there.
'Patty was probably found over at the end. This is too far away to be hers in that case. So, it might be her attacker's.'
>He looks around again, but finds nothing else of interest.
'Ok. Scenario time.'
+Patty was cornered.
+The assailant hit her.
+One strike renders her unconscious.
+The assailant starts bleeding and leans against the wall.
+Then he goes dumpster diving for some reason.
"Patty was always one of the more... aggressive girls at CHS. She might have fought back."
>He looks to the dead end wall.
"Even a mouse will lash out when cornered; one desperate grab at freedom..."
+Patty was cornered.
+She lashed out with something and might have stabbed the guy.
+The assailant starts bleeding.
+He lashes back.
"But why does he bother looking through the dumpster? He was bleeding and it's not like he's gonna find any bandages in there. At least... not clean ones. The police probably have his DNA on file now, too."
>A thought crosses his mind.
"Maybe he was looking for something important..."

Next course of action? What sort of thing might the assailant have been looking for?

>>28867804
he must be looking for anything inside the blood-stained bags. let's check them

boop

>>28867804
>After making his way back to the dumpsters, Flash reopens the dented one.
>As he peers into the bin, he notices something in the gap between the dumpsters.
>Kneeling to get a closer look, he sees that the object resembles a spatula in a way, what with its blade being flat and rectangular.
'I've seen that sort of thing before...'
"Art class!"
>A sculpting knife. He reaches for it, but pauses.
'I should at least wear my gloves.'
>Setting his backpack down, Flash sifts through it until he finds a pair of latex gloves.
>His eyes dart to the knife for a moment before settling on the dumpster.
"Let's see if anything else was dropped..."
>Carefully moving the bloody bags, Flash sifts through the garbage. In the corner, he notices a small pile of unbagged garbage.
'It looks like someone dumped their trash straight in... Or the bag tore.'
"Hmm."
>As he continues sifting, he feels the air grow heavy again and a chill runs down his spine.
>Surveying his environment, he sees nothing and no one save for a car across the street.
'It feels like I'm being watched...?'
>His attention turning back to the dumpster, he notices something beneath the most recent bag he had moved:
>A camera shaped pin with a rainbow colored lens.
>And there's blood on it.
>A grin breaks across his face.
"Jackpot!"

Flash should do what next?
>Gather the evidence (securely)
>Immediately tell his father
>Other

>>28869896
gather evidence and ran off
we are technically trapped in that alleway, we have to be fast

boop

>The heavy feeling from earlier returns.
'Better make this quick.'
>Paranoia setting in, Flash pulls out a pair of tweezers and two small plastic bags.
>Carefully, he tweezes the pin and guides it to a bag, cheewing his tongue in giddy excitement all the way.
"And for you..."
>He digs his hand between the dumpsters, his fingers easing the knife out so he can get a better grip.
>As he finally pulls it from its place, he notices that the underside is covered in a relatively moist, red substance.
"It just keeps getting better and-"
>"Stop."
>His blood runs cold, the air feeling even heavier than before.
>He looks to the source of the voice: a woman standing at the alley entrance.
>She's wearing a black, three piece suit, her skirt reaching a few inches past her knees. A pin, fashioned after bat wings, sits on the pocket of her left breast.
>Her skin is a manilla color, and her hair is an electric blue, coming up in a spiky style as well as drifting down to the base of her neck.
>She's wearing purple lipstick upon her upper lip.
>The most striking thing about her are her eyes: a cool, emerald green that makes her piercing glare all the more chilling.
>"Either put those back or hand them over to me."
>Her voice is calm and smooth, but there's an all too familiar air of authority to it.
'A cop?'
>She clears her throat, hand motioning him over.
>Gritting his teeth in embarassment, he walks over to her and gives up the items.
>"Smart boy... Now, what exactly were you doing here?"

Next course of action?

I'll be back in three hours, so first three or so posts gets it if anyone else wants to chime in.

>>28871109
answer with irony "what do you care? you live around here?"

>>28871109
>Flash looks away for a moment, combing a hand through his hair before regarding the woman as cooly as he possibly could.
"Wh-what do you care? You live around here?"
>She stares at him for a second or two, her neutral expression cracking into a stern smirk.
>"No. I prefer something with a little less 'street' and a little more 'green'... Speaking of..."
>She waves the bagged knife, her eyes half-lid as she gives it a disinterested look.
>"I couldn't help but notice an amateur detective snooping around and disturbing a crime scene."
>Her eyes drift to him, the smirk on her face fading back into neutrality.
>"Not only that, but he attempted to run off with evidence."
'She's not wrong.'
>"Which, as any good detective knows, is a crime, I might add."
'I sure wish you didn't!'
>He tugs at the collar of his shirt and glances away from her, eyes darting about as he thinks of a way out.
>That's when he notices something: there's a distinct lack of police tape and any signs that the area is even off limits.
>Swallowing the lump in his throat, Flash meets the woman's gaze with his own, a nervous yet confident smile on his face.
"I-I guess it would be a crime... If... if I'd been told the area's off-limits. O-or there was some kind of police barrier, right?"
>The woman clicks her tongue, "Hmm."
>Confidence overtakes his smile.
"As it is, you can't really arrest me for anything."
>"Except dumpster diving."
>She raises a hand before he can get another word out and jiggles the bag it holds. "Unless you want to admit that these belong to you."
"I'll... pass."
>"A wise decision." With exaggerated casualness, she glances about the area before leaning in close to the boy. "Wouldn't want to take the blame for last night's attack, now would you?"
"You know about that?"
>It was less a question, and more a statement. One he hoped might lead into something substantial.
>She nods, a small, somewhat motherly smile on her face.
>"Of course."

Next course of action?

>>28873624
i guess we should gave her thee evidence as a sign of good-will and then ask her who is she
we can slide this one if we say we are friends of patricia

>>28873624
>Though she still has a somewhat stern look on her face, Flash feels that she's not particularly mad at him.
>At least, not anymore.
'Maye she'll listen to me if I explain things.'
>Taking in a deep breath, Flash lets out a sigh and scratches the back of his head.
"Um, so... Look, I'm a friend of the victim, Patricia."
>The woman nods, straightening her posture as she stares at him expectantly.
"I heard about what happened, obviously, and I wanted to try to, you know, catch the guy who hurt her."
>He points to one of the dumpsters, his aim sort of moving about to generally point at the alley as he continues.
"I know... all of this looks suspicious. But, I just wanted to see if there was anything the police missed. I mean, I gave you the evidence, right? And it's not like I've got anything to hide, so if you wanna question me or something."
>"Hmm. That's not necessary. You're not a suspect."
>Flash hunches over a bit, his right hand resting against his heart as he lets out a relieved sigh.
>"Oh? Don't be too surprised," the woman says, her tone suggesting amusement. "I know police in general are often bumbling incompetents, but the Canterlot force is very thorough."
"S-so you know who attacked Patty?"
>"Not exactly."
>The look in her eyes tells him that she won't divulge anymore information on that matter.
'Ok. So the police are on top of things...'
"Wait, then how come that evidence was left here?"
>She turns her attention to the street. "I've been keeping watch over this place for quite awhile now."
"It was bait?"
>"Smart boy."
>His brows furrow.
'Seems pretty ri-'
>"And I know it seems pretty risky, what with no visible barrier to keep anyone from stepping in and snooping around..."
>She shoots him a glance, a stern smirk on her face. He gives her a bashful smile.
>"But there was a barrier in place, as I'm sure you noticed."
"I... what?"
'Was that weird feeling... her? Does she have magic like the Rainbooms? Or secret agent science stuff?'

>>28874010
>Noticing the bewildered, contemplative look on his face, she lets out a chuckle.
>"Don't think too hard on it. If all goes well, we'll never see each other again and this entire case will be closed and filed away to rot for the rest of time."
>He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. She's quite the looker; he'd hate to see her go.
"Well, I hope it gets solved quickly..."
>He rocks on his heels.
"But, uh, has anyone else been snooping around here?"
>"Just some rugrats and a few others. One person in particular..."
>She lets the sentence hang, silence pervading between the two as Flash waits for her to continue.
"...You're not going to tell me, are you?"
>"Of course not."
>With a groan, Flash clasps his hands together.
"Can't you give me /something/?"
>"...The cashier over at Griff-Knacks: Gilda. She came by not too long ago, staring into the alley for awhile before leaving."
'Is she the witness? Maybe she saw something.'
>He nods.
"Alright, I'll go check her out."
>"I'm sure you will," she replies, her smirk returning.
>Deciding to keep his mouth shut, lest he trip over his words, Flash lets out another groan.
>She turns to leave.
"Wait!"
>"...Yes?"
"Um, what's your name?"
>"...Why bother," she asks, brows furrowed in confusion.
"Well, it's just that, I don't feel right not knowing your name, you know?"
>Her expression softens, a faint hint of sadness in her eyes.
>"Livewire."
"I'm Flash Sentry."
>Giving him a slight nod, she looks to the bagged pin.
>"...Would you like a picture?"
"Oh! Sure."
>He pulls out his phone, re-positioning himself and it so as to get her within the frame.
>"Uh?"
"Smile!"
>Click. Click. Click.
>He looks the photos over, nodding to himself.
"Nice...?"
>She looks a little irritated.
>"I meant a photo of these things. I have copies."
"Oh. Whoops!"
>After handing him photos of the evidence, Livewire parts ways with Flash and drives off in the car across the street.
'I got her picture. Yay!'

Next course of action?

>>28874170
if we have enough time, we should talk to gilda
if not, going home and hit the hay

boop

>>28874170
<5:40pm (Evening-ish)>
>The sky has darkend quite a bit since he started.
>Giving his phone a quick once over, he notes the time.
'I still got time before dinner. Besides, I should strike while the heat is still iron.'
>With that, he makes his way over to Griff-Knacks, giving his camaro a light pat before heading inside.
>A decently sized store, the walls appear to be composed of wood, or at least a wood patterned plaster.
>The floors a tiled, light tan in color and pretty spotless.
>More or less a jack-of-all-trades sort of store, the aisle selection ranges from tools to candies and curios, such as potions.
>Most likely placebo, he guessed.
>"Look, I'm telling you: just use water."
>He looks to the register, sporting a cashier, her face twisted in a scowl, speaking into a phone.
>"How am I not being helpful when I'm telling you what anybody who knows anything about it will tell you?! Hello...?"
>With a growl, she slams the phone onto the receiver hook.
>"Dumb bitch!"
>She pauses for a moment before looking at him.
>Short, white hair. Manilla and skin. Golden eyes narrowed into a glare. And purple markings around her eyes.
>If the last part isn't just eyeshadow, and his instincts haven't failed him...
'The girl's definitely a Grifter.'
>"The hell are you looking at, pretty boy?"

Flash should
>Avoid eye contact and scurry away.
>"You think I'm pretty?" (Flirt, try to calm)
>"Dealing with a difficult customer?" (Relate, try to calm)
>Ask her about the case.
>"Are you Hilda?"
>Leave her be for now.

New rule: anyone can vote or chime in instead of just 'first post gets it'. 20 minutes or so after the first response, I'll see what the vote is and go with that.

>>28876026
i vote for 3

boop

up

Night

>>28876026
>Seeing as she's actually pretty angry at the moment, Flash bites his tongue and swallows back whatever pick-up line he was about to blurt out.
>He takes a step towards her, his voice tentative, but strong.
"You, uh, dealing with a difficult customer?"
>The girl lets out a scoff and rolls her eyes.
>"God, you have /no/ idea!" She taps the phone, glaring at it before turning her attention back to him.
>"I can't stand having to deal with morons that basically want me to babysit them and get pissy when I don't know every single detail they want to know."
>Flash shudders, memories of his old job at a home improvement store flooding back to him.
"Then they basically act like you don't know anything and want to talk to your manager, right?"
>She scoffs again, a smile on her face as she points to him.
>"Exactly, dude," she says, laughing. "Exactly!"
>Chuckling. Flash makes his way over to her.
"Yeah. It's nice to help out when you can, but some people are just outrageous."
>The girl shrugs her shoulders, her smile gone but her tone still bright.
>"Eh. I'd rather work a job where I didn't have to deal with mouth-breathers on a daily basis, but whatever. The pay's pretty good at least."
"That's good to hear."
>He gives her a smile, receiving a smirk in return. Barely skipping a beat, Flash brings a hand to his chest.
"Name's Flash. Flash Sentry."
>She cocks her head to the side, her eyes giving him a once over before meeting his gaze.
>"Gilda."
>Sighing, she leans back in her chair and regards him with a smirk.
>"Alright, so what the hell do you want, pretty boy?"
'Looks like she's seen right through me.'
"How'd you know I didn't just come to shoot the breeze with a beautiful girl?"
>With a less than lady-like snort, Gilda lets out a laugh.
>"Cuz there ain't no beautiful girl here today. Just one sexy bitch."
"Heh. Fair enough."
>At least she's in a better mood.

Next course of action?

Good Night /nn/.

>>28878543
i guess we could talk now. we can ask her about the alleyway. if we tell her our friend was the one assaulted, maybe she won't act all no-snitch on us

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Someone make a Norman version of this already
>Shimmer, Celestia and Mary

>>28878543
'Might as well dive in.'
"You know about that attack last night, right?"
>She raises an eyebrow, curiosity marking her features. "An attack?"
"Yeah... the one that happened in that alley across the street?"
>Her eyes widen. "Oh! That's why the Blue Crew was snorting about over there?"
'She's... not playing dumb.'
>Keeping any visible confusion on his part from showing, Flash continues.
"Yeah, a girl was hit over the head and left unconscious."
>Gilda opens her mouth to speak, but pauses for a moment.
>"And... what's that got to do with me," she asks, her tone low and a bit defensive.
'Uh-oh.'
>He pauses for a moment, sifting through words and phrases as he figures out a decent way to assuage whatever fears might be putting her on edge.
>With a sigh, his expression softening as he looks at her, he decides that honesty might be the best policy here.
"Look, I'm not here to accuse you of anything. Patty's a friend of mine and all I want is some information about the alley or anything you saw last night."
>She folds her arms, looking him over again. "...You some sorta junior detective?"
>He smirks.
"Something like that."
>"Alright," she sighs. "If it'll get you to stop makin' those sad puppy dog eyes at me, I'll tell you what I saw."
>Nodding, Flash pulls out a note pad and pen from his jacket.
>"Kay... So, I went for my usual smoke break and headed across the street."
>Forgoing the safety practice of looking both ways, Gilda makes it to about halfway across before stopping cold in her tracks.
>"As, I was walking over, I heard this really screwed up sound, like some sorta, what's the word, guttural garble? And it sounded like it was coming from the alley."
>Tentatively, she continues on her way.
>"So, I'm walkin' over there and as I get nearer, I hear someone mumbling."
>Grumble, grumble, mumble, mumble.
>"I look around the corner."
>She peeks around the corner.
"And I can barely see some dude in a red coat crouching on the ground."

>>28880765
>The figure, cloaked in a red raincoat, shuffles about the ground.
>"It kinda looked like he was looking for something. Dunno what. Anyways, so I'm watching him and he all of a sudden turns around. And, I swear to God, his eyes were glowing."
>The man looks at her, predatory, crimson eyes shining in the dark.
>"Not that I was scared or anything, I ducked back."
>Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Gilda pulls back and runs back towards the street leading to Griff-Knacks, hiding around the corner.
>"Didn't really want to deal with some bugged out tweaker, you know?"
"Understood."
>"I think he ran out looking for me, cuz I could hear loud footsteps. Then he ran back in and, I dunno, started dumpster diving or something. It sounded like he emptied out a bag of garbage."
"Did you call the cops?"
>"Ugh, hell no! I just thought the guy was some druggy going through withdrawal..."
>She looks away, rubbing the back of her neck in veiled embarrassment
>"Well... I sorta thought about calling the cops. You know, cuz tweakers are bad for business. But, then I saw the Blue Crew show up, like, 20 minutes later, so I guess someone else called them."
"So, you left the scene after the assailant started going through the trash?"
>"Assailant," she repeats, giving the boy a wry smirk.
"Yeah, he attacked Patty, right?"
>"No, I mean... Ah, nevermind. But, yeah. I headed back here and kept going on my shift with Gabby."
"Co-worker?"
>"Yep."
>He jots down a few more notes.
"Alright. When did you take your break?"
>"Around... 9:20. Yeah."
"And the police showed up at around 9:40?"
>She nods. He jots.
"In that time, did you happen to see anyone leaving or entering the alley?"
>Looking to the ceiling, her eyes narrowing in contemplation, Gilda clicks her tongue.
>"No... I was kinda keeping an eye on it and, I mean, I didn't watch it 100% of the time, but I think I watched it enough that I would have seen something. I get a pretty clear view of the street from here."

>>28880837
>She points out the window. Flash follows it and notes how open the street is.
>At this angle, there's not much in the way of cover for anyone to slip into the alley unnoticed.
>Well, assuming someone is watching it like a hawk.
'Did the assailant jump over the wall? Did she just miss him leaving? Or... did he never leave?'
>He looks to his notes.
'One thing I know for sure is that Gilda was not the witness that called the attack in.'

Next course of action?

>>28880902
i guess we can call it a day. go home, do the homeworkand "rebuild" the scene. tomorrow we visit patricia to check on her. after school, of course, unless is weekend. if it is, go straight to the hospital

>>28880402
I recognize Knives and Kim but who is the third?

>>28882024
I figured it out, it's Nat

It's too bad Soren will never, ever be the star of his own story and will forever be a third stringer.

what happened to the frickin lewds

>>28883286
God punished our heathen writers senpai

>>28883321
We only lived long enough because we kept threads alive of the promises for future lewd

>>28883286
The Fire Nation.

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>>28880402

>>28885663
>>28885669
Good job, Pchef,

>>28885669
Thank you Chef haha

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>>28880902
>He looks up at Gilda, a smile on his face.
"Thanks for all the info."
>She shrugs her shoulders, "Yeah, no problem... Hmm."
>Her eyes narrow in suspicion.
"Uh?"
>"You're not gonna tell the cops anything I told you, are ya?"
>Thinking on this for a moment, Flash's brows furrow.
'That's a good question. Should I tell Dad what Gilda saw?'
"I don't know. Would you mind if I did?"
>Letting out a groan, Gilda leans back in her chair as though someone had just shot her.
>"I really don't like dealing with cops..."
>Frowning, Flash moves a little closer to the counter.
"I can tell."
>He starts, his voice even with understanding.
"But, my friend's in the hospital. if it comes down to it, are you willing to tell the police what you told me?"
>She meets his gaze, a frustrated sigh escaping her.
>"Ok, ok! Just... don't mention me if you don't have to, alright?"
>He smiles.
>"And buy something next time you show up around here."
"Alright. See you later, Gilda."
>"Yeah. See ya, detective."
>With that, Flash takes his leave. Just as he reaches the door, Gilda calls out to him.
>"Hey, pretty boy."
"Yeah?"
>She takes to looking over her nails in a disinterested fashion.
>"I... normally don't like Pigs or Dicks," she says, her eyes drifting towards him, "But you carry yourself like a Big Dick. So, I guess you're cool. For now."
>Unsure of how to respond, Flash says the only thing he can.
"Y-you, too."
<7:30 (Night)>
>With nothing left to investigate, Flash hopped into his camaro and made his way home.
>Since it was dinner time, Flash dumped his things in his room and washed up before heading downstairs and enjoying an hour with his parents.
>"Flash."
>He looked to his father, a stern, but tentative look on his face.
>"Have you... heard anything at school?"
"About Patty?"
>Golden let out a sigh, "Yeah."
"She's ok, right?"
>For a moment, Golden looked unsure. No. Hesitant.
>"Yes. And don't worry, we'll catch the one responsible."
>Flash smirked.
"Yeah."
'We'll catch him.'

>>28887310
>Thinking on it now, Flash wonders why his father brought the case up.
>Usually, his father actively avoids talking about work.
'I guess he's worried that it'll hit closer to home...'
>Looking down at his desk, a modest stack of homework lying in front of him, Flash smiles despite himself.
'Not like he needs to worry about me. I can handle myself'
>He jabs at the air, giving it a one-two combo.
>Picking up some wind from his jabs and straights, his homework moves about the desk a bit.
>Seeing this, Flash lets out a sigh and gets back to work.
<8:50 (Night)>
>Finishing up the last bit of homework, Flash lets out a yawn and leans back in his chair.
'Now that that's done...'
>He looks to his backpack.
"Time to get to work."
<Scenario Time>
+Patty was attacked last night sometime before 9:20pm
+She was cornered by her assailant and lashed out in a desperate attack.
++Most likely, she used a sculpting knife to defend herself.
+The attack angered him and he struck her with something, knocking her out cold.
+Afterwards, he collapsed to his knees; Patty's attack drew blood.
+Gilda sees him at 9:20 or so, spooking him.
+For some reason, he begins to search through the dumpsters and empties out a garbage bag.
+The knife was found between the dumpsters and a camera pin was inside one of the dumpsters.
+Gilda doesn't see him leave the alley or anyone enter it until...
+The police arrive at around 9:40 pm.
+Gilda did not call the police; presumably, the unknown witness did.

What else should be added and thought about?