Bully Thread

>>30407795
I still really like this pic and hope the art friend is still around to do more.

>>30407795
I feel I need to get something off my chest.

I got a bad feeling about the first bully green, the one with JD.

Not bad as in it's going to get bad,
but bad as in it's going to go to some not so fun places.

There are so many hints and clues at things going tits up that it makes it kind of stressful to read from my perspective.

>>30408412
How so?

>>30408412
Elaborate?

>>30408412
It's because of the guys grabbing on to her, isn't it?

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>>30407795
I wrote this at the end of the other thread, so I'm gonna rewrite it here.

>you looked up from your book, startled by the sound of the door swinging open, then closed.
>She hadn't noticed you yet, sitting in the dark corner of the janitor's closet.
>but you noticed her
>she had tear stains carving a path down her white cheeks, darkened with her mascara.
>her lower lip was trembling, and her eyes were misty
>if it were anymore obvious that the girl, whose name you did not know, had been upset, there would've been a sign hanging above her head.
"H-hello"
>she jumped, turning towards you with wide, glistening eyes and a shocked look.
>Through the tears and a choked, thick voice she managed to return your greeting.
>You were about to say something, though perhaps not, you wanted to say something
>anything. Maybe to get her to stay
>so you wouldn't be alone
>again
>It was too late, she was already out the door by the time you opened your mouth
>of course
>what would a girl want with you?
>You were ugly, short, unappealing
>she was tall and beautiful
>So you shuffle back into your corner, shoulders hunched forward
>Back to your book
>Back to a life of pretending in the make believe worlds that every story offered
>trying to feel at least a little better
>Because you were alone
>And not even a girl, bullied and teased, would spend more than mere seconds in your presence
>You sigh
>Best get back to reading.
>It's the only thing you're good at.

>Sure, it was supposed to be another day of hanging out with Dash and the gang.
>Sure, you could’ve been out there with the best of them, laughing it up and making jokes about the upcoming play, Groundhog Day, living it up like you usually do.
>But, being Anonymous, you just had to go and fuck that up.
>Instead here you are, in a poorly lit and somewhat damp janitor's closet with a freshman crying her eyes out in the corner.
>Dog-earing your book, you glance up at the door with a small sigh.
>A solid escape route, if there ever was one, as the underclassman is more preoccupied, what with her sobs echoing throughout the damp room.
>A part of you really wants to pull that door handle and walk away, not wanting to deal with more nonsense from underclassmen, but you take a moment to reconsider.
>You’re Anonymous, and you’re not one to abandon people when they need it most.
>Be the change you want to see, right?
>Setting your novel aside, you take a moment to focus on the little white freshman, of whose name escapes you…
>Wait, shit, she’s also focusing on you, her once-furious sobs now reduced to a mild sniffling.
>The smeared mascara gives way to a pair of light blue eyes that try desperately to focus on you, though the constant downpour of tears doesn’t make that an easy task.
>The freshman tries wipe her eyes clear yet again, though she eventually gives up and returns to her fetal position in the corner, sobbing all the while.
>Shit.
>Grabbing a tissue box out of the usual cabinet, you make your way in front of the unfamiliar freshman and wait there for a moment.
>There comes a pause in the crying as she tries to stifle her sobbings to get another look at you, now realizing that you’re right in front of her.
>Offering her a lopsided smile, you extend your arm and offer her the tissue box.
“Sup?”

>>30411090
>Her eyes widen as she looks at you, seemingly in disbelief if nothing else, but she eventually forces her eyes downwards to the tissue box.
>”T-thank you, d-dear…” she says between sniffles.
>Her voice is quivering, yet it still holds a certain poise and maturity that’s beyond even the seniors, and indeed some of the staff, within CHS.
>You idly wonder if she’s a transfer from that Crystal Prep Academy Celestia keeps rambling on about.
>She gingerly takes a handful of tissues before blowing loudly into them.
>Sensing that she’s going to be at this for quite a while, you set the box down besides her before fetching the trash can and placing it nearby.
>And so she continues on with cleaning her tears and mucus away, though you’re feeling more than a bit awkward, what with just standing there and all...
>Fuck it, once more into the breach, dear friends, once more!
>Slowly do you take a seat next to the freshman, deciding that the only wrong action was inaction.
>She stops for a moment to stare at you, wide eyed with tears still streaming, but soon remembers that she has more pressing issues.
>You wait patiently for her to finish, the minutes seeming to drag into hours as you both sit there, unsure of the other and wondering exactly when she’ll be done crying.
>Just as the box is nearly emptied, however, she takes in a few shallow, if not steady breaths.
>...And she’s quiet!
>Small victories make up the war, right?
>”S-sorry…”
>She hugs her knees a bit tighter, not wanting to meet your eyes, though you can’t exactly blame her for that.
>You shrug in response, a slight chuckle escaping you.
“It’s all good, Mallow, just kind’a scared me when you ran in, ya’ know?”
>She sniffs before looking up at you.
>”M-mallow?”
>Nodding, you gesture widely towards her.
“Like a marshmallow, ya’ know?”
>Her eyes focus on you, slightly narrowing.
>”...Am not a marshmallow.”

>>30411104
>A small pout comes after those mumbled words, but that’s still progress towards cheering her up.
“Aw, c’mon, I think it suits you just fine!”
>Her eyes, while still moist, don’t seem to be dripping as she offers you another look.
>”How?”
>Oh, now ain’t that the challenge?
“Well, uh… you see… uh, shit, nobody usually questions my nicknames…”
>Shrugging, you offer her another cheeky smile.
“Had to think of something, not knowing your name and all.”
>She seems to sober up at that, sniffing again before hastily trying to redo her hair.
>You chuckle at that, though you also make to stand while you’re at it.
>When she’s done fixing her hair, of which is leagues above anyone else’s at CHS, freshman or not, you offer her helping a hand up.
>She hesitantly takes if before dusting her skirt and blouse off, trying to make herself as presentable as possible.
>”Terribly sorry about that, dear, I am Rarity, though I wish it were under better circumstances...”
>Again with this whole ‘dear’ thing.
>Makes you feel as if you’ve been teleported to the land of chads and gingivitis.
>You give her a somewhat cocky smile nonetheless.
“Name’s Anonymous, though people just call me Anon.”
>She tilts her head a bit at that, idly studying your face for a moment.
>”You’re a… junior, yes?”
>Well hot damn, seems your reputation exceeds you!
“Sounds about right, why?”
>She shakes her head clear, trying to put on a face that wasn’t anything but sad.
>”N-no reason, dear…”
>Shrugging, you begin to make your way over towards the sizable desk and chair that make up nearly a quarter of the cramped janitor’s closet.
>How she didn’t notice you when she ran in, you’ll never know.
>Gesturing for her to follow, you take a seat on the desk while lazily patting the spot besides you on the table.
>She hesitates at first, eyes darting between you and the door, but she eventually follows and sits next to you.

>>30411113
Will update later, though I hope this isn't too shoddy, as I just cooked this up in the past two hours or so while eating lunch.

>>30410648
Fuck, made me feel way harder than I had any right to. Well done.

>>30411140
thanks lad. I like your green too, very well written. Good job.

>>30411140
I think you're doing great, buddy. Keep going!

>>30411113
hehe marshmallow, liking it. It's just such a good premise loving these takes on it.

and yeah I agree >>30410648 rarity's sadness was spot on, and the anon in this story didn't help the sadness.

>>30408412
what I like about this green is that it's not sunshine for anyone, so it works even without a big drama twist. It allows for things have a natural development.

I also just like the cast developing. I can just imagine it ending with a group photo with all of them.

Not saying I'm not expecting it to go belly up, But what I like is that things have been really well established, the anon in that story is without doubt my favorite of them all.

>>30410648
though the anon in this one was also a tear-jerker. boy i felt bad for both, instant likeablity, it just left me with such an empty hallow feeling.

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I've come back to read with you darling~

>>30412119
Now Rarity is on her way to winning Anon's heart!

>>30411480
I made him so even one of us could empathize with him

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Can our writefriends give us a link to their pastebins if they have one?

>>30414245
I wrote
>>30410648
and several other stories with the same kind of tone. I've never used pastebin, once it's gone, it's gone. Feels a little more unique and special that way

>>30414245
Give me a bit and I'll get it pasted

>>30411113
>Her nervousness is almost tangible, though that doesn’t deter you from wondering about which icebreaker would be best.
>She’s not too athletic looking, nor does she have the looks of a bookworm...
>Eh, fuck it, you decide to start off with something neutral.
“So what brings ya’ to Canterlot High, Mallow?”
>She fidgets a little, beginning to spin her thumbs around one another to help calm her nerves.
>”Sad to say, parents moved town… said they wanted to get out of the big city.”
>She scoffs before shaking her head.
>”What a joke…”
>Huh, seems you’re getting a bit close to the problem at hand.
>Once more, friends, once more!
“You not like it here?”
>Rarity seizes up, but only for a moment.
>That’s all you need to confirm some suspicions.
>”Nonsense, dear, this place… has it’s benefits, I suppose.”
>The only other lie that you’ve heard with a more forced delivery is, “Love you too.”
>You raise only a brow at her words, slightly pursing your lips to the side.
“Is old man Shivers giving ya’ a hard time?”
>She blinks at this.
>”No… well, not especially, but that’s besides the point.”
>Nodding, you rub at your chin.
“Surprised, he’s usually a dick to freshies… What about Mr. D? He staring at you for a few seconds too many…?”
>She shakes her head again, scooting the chair closer so that she may use it as a footrest.
>”Nothing of the sort, dear.”
>She gives a sigh and rests her forehead on her knees.
>”It’s… well, it’s a bit more than just a few people.”
“Oh?”
>She gives a weak nod.
>”Oh, dear, it’s like you wouldn’t believe… Honestly, it’s a rollercoaster from start to finish, just trying to get from class to class.”
>She groans while sitting upright, beginning to gesticulate madly.
>”It’s always either, ‘Oh Rarity, that makeup looks absolutely dreadful!’ or, ‘Oh, don’t you really have anything else to wear, you expletive?’”

>>30415516
>Rarity huffs again before continuing on.
>”Oh, Anonymous, it’s absolutely ghastly what I have to deal with! Absolutely ghastly, I tell you!”
>Ah, now you get it.
“Wouldn’t doubt it, Mallow, heard the Freshman Class is chock-full of contentious little shits.”
>You run a hand through your hair but stop halfway through the action, her words clicking in your mind.
>Taking a moment to look at Rarity’s dress, you raise an eyebrow before speaking.
>...
>......
>”Wait, why’re they talkin’ shit about you dress?”
>Anonymous takes a moment to gesture towards your outfit, a confused smile on his face.
>”Hell, I’d go so far as to say that it’s the best one on campus… better than all that skin tight shit everyone wears, at the very least.”
>Eyes going wide, you reply before even thinking.
“Yes, exactly! Honestly, what are those girls thinking, dressing all promiscuous-like? They’re teenagers, if even that.”
>Nodding and giving out a small chuckle, Anon is quick on to reply.
>”Honestly, where the fuck is society going? Like, just the other day I was at the soccer game, yeah? Saw a five year old in booty shorts.”
>What!?
“NO!”
>Nodding, he continues with a stifled chuckle.
>”And, after that? All the girls from our school either came in booty shorts or yoga pants, no in-between.”
>T-the monsters…
>You knew they were misguided miscreants, but this…?
“Please remind me to never attend any extracurricular events, dear.”
>He gives out a hearty laugh at that, though it quickly turns out to be contagious.
>You’re soon forced to give out a little giggle, much to your initial protest, though by the Lord does it feel good to laugh again.
>He ceases his laugh just enough to playfully smack your shoulder.
>”Guess I shouldn’t tell you about what that one freshie did way back when to get Celly to ban dress up days?”

>>30415533
>You honestly don’t want to know, as you already can take a solid guess, but you nod nonetheless, morbid curiosity taking over.
>“Six inch skirt. Nothing. Under.”
>You feel something coming up…
“It’s quite rude to lie to a lady, Anonymous…”
>Much to your horror, he only chuckles and shakes his head.
>”I’m being dead ass, you can ask Dash about it if you wanna’ have someone confirm it.”
>Dear Lord.
>He’s actually serious.
>Covering your mouth with a hand, you feel like you’re going to hurl.
>This school is unholy.
>You quickly deduce that gasoline is the only cure.
>”Oh man, if you think that’s bad, wait ‘till you hear about the time Hamata—”
>You reach out with your off hand and place a single finger against his lips, silencing him.
“Dear, another word and I’ll dye your letterman a fine lime.”
>He holds up two placating hands at this, and you near-immediately accept the ceasefire.
>You need a moment to hold in what little food you have in you.
>Ugh.
>You really do dread this school.
>You wish you were back in Maneh—
>A dull ringing tears you from your thoughts.
>Said dull ringing also makes your stomach churn with pure fear.
>Time for fifth hour.
>If Anonymous was in a hurry, he doesn’t show it, as he merely looks at with an amused eye.
>”You alright there, Mallow?”
>Shaking your head to rid it of the fear within, you take a moment to nod and force a smile.
“Fine, dear…”
>His raised brow tells you that he sees right through you.
>You chuckle nervously, looking off to the side.
“I may or may not dislike fifth hour especially…”
>His head tilts a bit to the side at that.
>It’s then when you remember that you need to get changed out, and that means heading half-way around campus to use an unoccupied restroom.
>Your travelling group loved to make fun of you when you changed, so you usually changed out during the last bit of lunch to avoid the humiliation.

>>30415552
>Nearly jumping off of the desk, you quickly make way to the door, opening it and beginning to make your way—
>”Hey, talk to you later?”
>Blinking, you temporarily forget about the potential risk of humiliation as the voice rings in your head.
>Turning to return his gaze, you offer a genuine, yet nervous, smile.
“Certainly, Anonymous!”
>While taking off down the hallways, your eyes slowly begin to widen as traces of a true smile grace your face for the first time in weeks.
>You’ve finally made yourself your first friend at Canterlot High, haven’t you, Rarity?
>...
>......
>”So where’d you run off to yesterday, dumbass?”
>You shrug in response to the young woman, holding up a finger as you take a lengthy drink out of your water.
>You really wish that the gang would have found the whole “ass” nickname a bit stale by now, but they’re all still amused at it, and so you play along.
“Wasn’t really feeling it, jackass .Needed to be alone for a bit, ya’ know?”
>Rainbow Dash gives you an uncharacteristic look of worry, her head slightly tilted to the side.
>”You lemme’ know if you ever need to talk, alright?”
>And just like that, you remember why you get out of bed every morning.
>Smiling, you give her a nod.
>She returns the look before slugging you in the arm, of which only stings for half a minute.
>”See, Singsong? I don’t hit that hard, dumbass here didn’t make a scene outta’ it.”
>The somewhat lithe and charismatic junior looks at her with a look half-mixed with mirth and embarrassment.
>Singsong isn’t all that much to look at, as some notable friends, take Tree Hugger for example, even go so far as to call him a failed abortion.
>Lord only knows why Dash took such an interest in him.
>He takes a moment to stop eating whatever garlic-infused dish he’s eating today to look up at you two.
>”You just didn’t hit him as hard is all.”

>>30415564
>You and Dash share a conspiratorial look, neither of you believing his bullshit for a second.
>You both look back to Singsong, then back at each other, this continuing on for several seconds until...
“Aren’t you like a black belt, or some shit like that, smartass?”
>Funny how your group decided to dub him “smartass” despite his grades being well below average.
>As said junior pouts slightly, however, you catch sight of something in the background, just beyond Singsong’s green head…
>It’s that verbose little bundle of poise and wit, Rarity.
>She’s… sitting alone in the far corner, looking down with a dejected face at her meal.
>Well, at least there aren’t any tears in her eyes…
>Jesus, Anon, that’s probably the worst, “Well at least X” that you’ve ever thought of in your life; get your shit together.
>Rubbing your neck, you zone out of whatever nonsensical-bullshit excuse Singsong has for a moment as you wonder exactly what to do…

>>30415573
Well, you glorious bastards? What does Anon do?

Also, since someone asked, pasty—https://pastebin.com/yN7NS0Xd

>>30415552
>“Dear, another word and I’ll dye your letterman a fine lime.”
What is he, a scout main?

>>30409023
>>30409785
>>30410615
>It's because of the guys grabbing on to her, isn't it?

No, funnily enough that isn't what scares me.

My concerns are threefold, along with just a general feel of how some scenes go down.

Junkdog's interest in Rarity. This would mean nothing normally, I actually kind of like it when a green goes for a more friendly tone between the two characters of focus. But Anon seems the type to actually have feeling for Rarity and suppress them, which could be a problem if she decides to start a relationship with the only other guy who's not been a complete ass to her at her new school.

Which actually brings me to concern number two; Anon's wishy washy nature. Anon is not going to do things that will further his own happiness, and he's our principal character. This means we are strapped into his ride when his indecision and distant nature will inevitably backfire...Like say if he drags his feet on telling Rarity his actual feeling towards her.

Concern number three is a meta concern,
and the easiest one that can be explained away: The author's lack of a pastebin and their statement that there is a REASON they had not done so yet. This is a strange statement.
If they didn't like using pastebins like our most recent writer, they would just say it. It's also REALLY easy to make one, but instead they say they have a specific reason for it. It could be for any other reason, but perhaps it's so when they eventually publishes it on pastebin they can mark it with a feels/dark tag.

>>30411480
I'm not saying it isn't good, not at all. I was just airing out my prediction that things are going to go belly up, like you said.

My biggest fear at this current point is the writefag reading this post, I'm somehow right 100% so he compromises his vision because of that, either by making it happier or, god help us, making it even darker.

>>30415573
I like the image of rarity eating alone. Logically invite rarity over but... besides Treehugger the way anon's group talks, feels like they could also be part of bullying Rares, dilemmaaaa.

>>30416197
The obvious solution is to kick out Treehugger.

>>30407795
>You will never force rarity with wear flame patterned cargo shorts with knee high socks and sandals

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>>30410648
I'm gonna make a continuation of this because I'm bored and wanna do more than just bump this thread

>She was laughing, now
>Sitting at the table across the lunch room, surrounded by friends
>It seemed only moments ago that she had run into your closet
>but months had passed
>She had been accepted, much like a fish to water, into those like her
>Popular, beautiful... Socialites.
>You didn't speak to her, and she didn't even noticed you
>Which was to be expected
>Despite that, despite meeting for only a moment, it hurt that she would abandon you
>You turn away, stalking away from her table and towards the one that you always occupied
>it was the farthest one away and the most isolated
>Perfect for you
>Perhaps it was your lack of attention, but a blonde boy whose name you couldn't recall, managed to trip you
>Your shirt was covered in food, the milk carton that had fallen under you exploded against your stomach
>It was silent for a moment
>Before they started laughing
>Laughing, Laughing.
>Even her
>You turned back, getting a glimpse of the girl
>She was laughing at you
>You stand up, ignoring the tears that threatened to spill down your face
>She should know how this feels, but she continues to laugh
>You hear a joke from across the lunch room, yelled out by a boy at least in junior year
"Try not to come back and shoot the place up! Crybaby!"
>his friends laughed
>You run, straight out of the lunchroom
>After a few turns, you stumble into the closet you had long since claimed as yours
>A small library, carefully gathered over time, was sitting on the shelf that it always was
>You pull out a book at random, and begin reading
>Trying to forget
>Forget the tears streaming down your cheeks
>Forget her face...
>Laughing at you
>Laughing at the clown. The fool. The circus freak.
>You ignore this, trying to stifle the sobs that tried to escape
>You ignore it, and continue reading
>Her smile on your mind
>It was beautiful. Even if it was directed at you.

>>30417085
>Anon likes Rarity laughing at him.
...Go on.

>>30417085
>that pic
I love these kinds of pix, need more of them

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>>30417085
This is certainly a new spin on it. Damn felt bad, good example of showing not telling to take from here. For some reason I can't stop imagining anon in this story to be like young simon from gurren lagaan

>>30415601
So is this a prequel to that SciTwi story?

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>>30417731
O-of course not, banish the thought!

Also, will start to update the story soon as I get a few more votes. Kind'a new to doing CYOA, should I use the first couple of replies that I get, or do I wait for more? Very unsure at this point.

>>30407795
have we gotten people who got bullies or were bullies themselves? asking out of curiosity.

>9

>>30418546
I used to get bullied early on in high school, then puberty and anger issues kicked in and I smashed his teeth in. Lirerally, I knockes out about 5 od his teeth.
I know it sounds edgy but everyone has a limit don't they?

>>30419549
Nerd rage is real

bump. I'll post more of the sad green later if I feel like writing it.

>>30420516
Thank you

>>30419004
Guess its was meant as another one-time thing

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>>30408412
Is it binned?

>>30421486
Actually, scratch that. Is there some kind of order to the stories here? Because the general interweaving is confusing af 2bqh familia

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>>30417085
heres the continuation I promised you autists

>She passed by the closet, falling silent amidst a raucous tail of fun and frivolity.
>She remembered clearly the man inside, and knew that he would be there
>He was always there
>She felt remorse, for laughing at him like she had, just days ago
>The image of the man looking up from his book, a shocked look on his face replayed in her mind
>She was terrified of him
>Not because he was ugly, or short, or fat
>No, because he was a different sort of person
>She looked in his eyes, managed to catch a glimpse of someone who could empathize with her.
>It had started her
>It was not fake, much like the ever-precarious friends she was walking with
>The genuine look of longing for any kind of contact seemed to scream at her from him
>But it was not to be
>Too shocked to react as she should, she fled
>She was a coward in that way. More than happy to pretend, yet being unable to face reality
>The "friends" who had once been her bullies beside her were this way, yet they didn't have the self realization that she did
>Despite the self realization, she was still a coward
>She would and could not give up her position in this group of friends, for one who would need her most
>Quantity, it seemed, ruled her life over quality
>She thought about the man everytime she walked past his closet
>Was he nice? Mean? Angry?
>It didn't matter
>He seemed real, like an ordinary man in a fairy tale
>The odd one out, who was alone in his endeavors
>It hurt her to think that he was alone
>Yet she was a coward
>She was pulled back away from the closet by the girls who were walking next to her
>Perhaps one day she would approach him
>But until then, she hoped he was okay

>>30421494
The first one that took over the first half of the first thread and uses numbers on posts is the "Anon living with his divorced dad" story

The second with the guy using images to post is the "Anon is yhe sexual Bully" story

Country Anon is the third story

Sad Anon is the newest one

Someone needs to start posting so I don't have to bump this so often

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>>30423154
Give it some time. The writefags will probably post some green to tide us over with eventually.

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>>30422350
dude

>>30422350
So yeah this thing in my chest called a heart? Yeah I'll need a new one.

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>>30422350
>Her damned smile!
>It kept you up at night
>Everything about her could captivate you
>Even when she laughed at you, along side the others.
>Yet it was not to be
>You were the Hunchback to her Esmeralda, and the Beast to her Beauty
>But this was no fairy tale
>And you knew you would have no happy ending
>You rubbed a hand down your face, trapped in the small space of your closet that reeked of disinfectant and chemicals
>Even the abrasive stench did little to assuage your feelings
>She would not leave your mind, no matter what you did
>You shouldn't think of her, shouldn't even be near to her!
>She was the damsel in distress, and you an ogre looking on as the Knight rescues her from the bullies
>You let your imagination run wild...
>Of what you would have said to her, given the chance...
>Yet even your imagination ran afoul of reality, for you could only imagine rejection.
>As a friend, or something more, it didn't matter
>She was the definition of beauty, and you, ugliness
>Both inside and out.
>You had noticed her glancing at you in the halls from time to time
>You refused to meet her eye, determined to not make a fool out of yourself by giving her a reason to torment you
>Should she do that, though
>She didn't torment you like the others
>You end your thoughts, confident that perhaps one day you can erase her from your memory
>Life was, and is, so much simpler the way you've always lived it.
>Alone.

give me some feedback goys. Well written? Good pace? etc etc. Would appreciate.

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>>30412119
That better not be a first edition in your mouth bitch

>>30424436
Oh no it's pretty well.

Alternatively:

Kinda got the point halfway through, and you could have cut some of it and done something else like flipping through the book, but then keep losing focus etc.

But that's more of a suggestion than a nitpick

>>30424436
Honestly; while the pacing of your story is more focused and moment to moment, it's all right. I prefer more dialogue and interaction based stuff, but this is nice.

>Be Anon.
>Yesterday was a rough day
>You were having fun playing around with some nerdy guy's bag with your pals near the horse statue, throwing it at each other like how Johnny plays with the football with Mike
>Usually, you could get away with this as you get caught, with you being the fastest runner than the rest of them.
>Thankfully, your friends are loyal enough to not tell you off to the Principal.
>That or you maybe scared them a little bit if they did.
>Anyways, this little uptight girl with glasses named Twilight decided to ruin your fun, and called Vice Principal Luna who was apparently nearby
>You were warned, but the next time you get caught, you'll be suspended for a week
>Normally, you'd shrug it off, being suspended and all
>But being tattletaled isn't something you take kindly
>And today, you saw her walking by the street
>Now you want to tell her a piece of your mind

>Be Twilight.
>Lunch time started about a minute ago.
>You told your friends you'll catch up, you have to return some books to the library.
>Some students greet you along the way, and some of them give you the stink eye.
>Your eye catches one female student being followed by a guy.
>He's making that creepy smile at her, and the girl doesn't like it.
>But before you could react, a hand smacks the lockers on your left, the arm blocking you.
>You look at the person, and....it's him. Again.
"*gulp* A-anon..."
>"Well hello, Twilight!" he says with a big grin
>"It's lunch time, and i see you're not with your friends."
"..., w-well, as you can see, i'm carrying some books, and i do have to return these to the library real quick...so if you could, move just a--"
>"Not so fast, sweetheart. I just want to talk about something."
"Huh? ...what is it?"
>"Didn't you forget? Last week...you told me off to the Vice Principal."
"...uh-huh..."
>"I...don't like that. At all."
"...in that case...maybe you shouldn't--
>"Played around with that nerd's bag? Yeah right."
>"Listen here, Twilight"

Cont?

>>30424971
First time writing, so please be gentle...

>>30424971
>>30424979
green is green and yours ain't half bad. continue

>>30424913
yeah it's just it's own writing flair.

>>30424971
Anon the bully. Glassed Twilight the nerd. Good picks.

>>30415573
>>30416197
>Nodding silently to yourself, you take a good look at those sitting at your table.
>Four in total, yourself included, but none of them are the malicious sort.
>Sure, Grizzly has a nasty tendency to think with his balls, as does Singsong when he’s not around Dash, but they’re not the type to cause up a stir any.
>Hell, you’re pretty sure that Dash would even welcome a fellow freshman into the group, if even for just a day.
>Must get pretty weird sitting with four juniors at every lunch, after all.
>Snapping your fingers to get the attention of the table, of which you absentmindedly note was busy discussing the correct pronunciation of “epitome”, you smile as they silence themselves and look to you with inquisitive eyes.
>Being the eldest of the shitheads always had its benefits.
“So what’cha all think’a that freshie over yonder, Rarity?”
>Heads turn to observe the young woman in question, though you’re met with varying degrees of indifference.
>”Eh, she’s another nobody freshman,” Singsong says with a shrug before returning to his meal.
>Shrugging, Grizzly continues to stare at her for a moment longer.
>”She’s hot tho’.”
>Singsong turns and looks at the dirt-lipped junior flatly.
>”She’s like, what, fourteen or fifteen?”
>Another shrug is his response.
>”Age is just a number.”
>You, Dash, and Singsong all share a somewhat disgusted look, but eventually shake off the thoughts.
>Looking at Dash expectantly, you’re met with a small shrug and an even look.
>”Eh, really quiet in class, sits next to chameleon eyes all the time. Stereotypical shy girl.”
>Taking a small drink out of Singsong’s drink, of which is a fucking V8 of all things, she raises an eye at you.
>”Why?”
>Shrugging, you gently rub at the traces of a stubble on your chin.

>>30425914
“Met her yesterday, turns out she’s a really chill kid… Kind’a like yourself, but a lot more verbose.”
>She tilts her head slightly to the side, biting her lip while looking off to the side.
>”Means she likes to use a lot of verbs, as opposed to nouns and other such things.”
>You give Singsong a deadpan stare before breathing in and facepalming.
“You dumbfuck, you’re thinking of “verbal.” Verbose means to be overly wordy.”
>He shakes his head at this.
>”Anon, read a book before you—”
“Nigga, I got a fucking dictionary in my backpack, twenty dollars your bitch ass is wrong.”
>There’s a sour look on his face, though he doesn’t dare shake your now proffered hand.
>...Das rite, bitch.
>The table soon returns to regular chatter, the tards talking about something akin to their usual bullshittery.
>Namely whether or not all of you were going to go hiking tonight.
>Letting your eyes drift, however, you find yourself stealing glances at the lone freshman that continues to all by her lonesome.
>You remember your first days here back in freshman year, being very much in the same position, only worse.
>You were often forced to go and reside within the library during lunch and indulge yourself in some fantasy readings, wishing desperately to be someone else.
>Be the change you want to see, right?
>Finishing the last bite of your apple, you make to stand—
*BRRRRRIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG*
>Oh, son of a bitch.
>You offer her one last look, only to realize that she’s already done and gone from her seat.
>Man, way to go, Anon…
>Rubbing the back of your head, you pick up your things before heading out with Singsong and Grizzly out to fifth hour before saying bye to Dash.
>Wonder if you’ll see Rarity at all again today.
>You can’t just leave her like she is, after all.
>You know all too well what kids in her position tend to drift to when things look glum.
>...
>......
>You are…

>>30425920
>Well, it’s not like it really matters.
>Slut, bitch, attention whore, it’s all the same.
>Get called that leagues more than your actual name anyway.
>Taking a moment to touch up your makeup with help of your locker’s mirror, you give out a weary grin.
>At least the day’s over, now you can go home and sleep away your worries.
>Kind of wish your friends from the east would return your texts, though…
>Doing up your hair, trying to make sure that it’s just right, you nod a moment after and close the thing.
>Books held close to your chest, you turn to—
>Oh!
“Anonymous, dear, you half-scared me to death!”
>He slowly raises a brow at this.
>”You didn’t even see me making faces in your mirror?”
>...What?
>He nods, smiling at your somewhat baffled expression.
>”Was doing it for, what, three minutes straight?”
“Y-you surely can’t be serious, dear…”
>He folds his arms, gently rubbing at his stubble.
>Silence is your only response, telling you all you need to know.
>He breaks this silence quickly enough, though, and gives your shoulder a smack.
>”So how was your day, Mallow? Good, I hope?”
>His smile is the first one you’ve seen directed at you today, save for your parents’.
>Quite the refreshing change.
>Taking a moment to flick your hair and swat away some imaginary troubles, you speak with as much a modest tone as you can muster.
“About as well, all things considered… but what of you, Anonymous dear, how’s your day been?”
>Gesturing for you to follow, you presume to the parking lot where everyone either gets picked up or drives off, he grins.
>You follow without a moment’s hesitation, finally glad to have somebody to talk to.
>”Eh, kind’a shit, but that’s to be expected at this point, what with people always being contentious shits and all.”

>>30425926
>You can feel a number of scornful looks tossed your way as you continue down the hall, though you’re somewhat used to it at this point.
>Besides, you’ve got yourself a friend now!
>Smiling up at him you can’t help but remember those words that have helped you get through today…
>”Hell, I’d go so far as to say that it’s the best one on campus…”
>You stop for a moment to think if it’s sad that some passing compliment from a junior is enough to make your day?
>”—etty good, right?”
>Oh, drat!
>You’ve gone and spaced out again…
>Nodding nonetheless, you shoot a look up at Anonymous, a nervous smile stretching across your face.
“Absolutely!”
>He absolutely beams at that before shooting you a thumbs up.
>”Sweet, knew you’d like it!”
>Opening the door for you, among a number of other juniors and underclassmen, Anon gives farewells to near everyone who passes.
>Seems like Anonymous is quite the popular man, there being only a few that pass him that don’t offer some kind words or nod of acknowledgement, and those are generally the shy ones.
>You momentarily muse the thought about asking Anonymous for help with your little predicament…
>He seems to be an honest and kind man, his actions already having proved as much, though you can’t help but feel like the meeting was done entirely out of pity.
>Before you can dwell on that thought, however, he’s back at your side, grin still present.
>”Guess I’ll see you Monday, then?”
>Oh, it’s Friday?
>Thank the Lord.
“Certainly, Anonymous, though I wish we had more time talk.”
>Biting the inside of your cheek, you mentally reprimand yourself, instantly remembering one of the things that mother taught you.
>A lady should never seem desperate, no matter the situation or reason.
>Anonymous takes this in stride, reaching into his pocket and producing…
>A notepad and pen?

>>30425935
>He scribbles something down before tearing off a page and handing it to you.
>”If you’ve ever got any questions about CHS, or about anyone on campus, hit me up.”
>Glancing between the proffered note and Anonymous’ eyes, you can’t help but feel a reddening of your cheeks.
>Maybe CHS isn’t all too bad after all.
>...
>......
>It’s kind of hard to stuff any more of the stuff down, but you somehow still manage.
>Probably because you’ve skipped dinner in light of tonight’s impromptu night hike into the middle of bumfuck nowhere in the woods just east of town, but that’s besides the point.
>”This isn’t half, Dashy.”
>Said freshman nods, a proud smile on her face as she too enjoys the fruit of her labor…
>Jambalaya of her labor?
>Eh, you don’t fucking know.
>All you do know, however, is that this is the life.
>Friday night, out in the countryside, chowing down under the skies by a campfire, of which is surrounded by the gang.
>Sadly, however, the recent meal accompanied by the exhaustive day of marching through the woods…?
>You’re pretty damn exhausted to say the least.
>Sitting up from your rock, you reach out towards the dirty cooking pot and utensils that’ve been used.
“Alright, ya’ shits, finish up, I’m gonna’ clean up before calling it a night.”
>The gang gives out a small groan of increasing discomfort at the prospect of having to finish their meals a little quicker, but, before long, an assortment of plates and frisbees—the best ad hoc plates you could ever imagine—lay in your hands.
>Pulling out a flashlight in your off hand, you slowly begin to make your way to the creek, of which is some seven or so minutes away, just a bit southeast of camp.
>The walk is nothing to really take note of, but the sound of merriment and revelry behind you makes a few ill thoughts creep in.
>Why’d it get fun soon as you left?

>>30425938
>Try as you may, you’re unable to rid yourself of the nagging thoughts, themselves latching onto your brain and refusing to let go.
>Doubt has a way of permeating your everyday life like no other.
>Eventually finding your way to the creak, you begin to clean with water and hand, not too much caring about anything at all, save for what the gang was talking about.
>It passes without much trouble, and before long are you back in camp.
>Setting the pots and such down by the fire, you make off for your tent, giving a last wave to the folks around the fire before settling in your sleeping bag.
>You were asleep before you even had time to get comfortable.
>...
>......
>The dream is one of bliss.
>You and Em Dash were back at home, before your move into the shitty little apartment that you now share with father, and you were hard at work critiquing his latest novel.
>Man, that little shit sure loved to write…
>Or, well, at least he used to.
>Still hurts that you never got to say goodbye to him.
>The dream, however, is cut short by the sound of a rifle discharge no more than ten feet away.
>Eyes wide, you look around in a panic, though are alarmed to see that, not only are you alone in your tent, but that the campfire is nowhere to be seen through the thin fabric of your tent.
>Scrambling for your sidearm, you check the safety on the thing before springing out of your sleeping bag, taking a moment to clear your eyes before noticing that there are a number of panicked voices, some angry, some frightened.
>Among those voices you can hear the gang, and more importantly, you can hear Dash’s voice, an unusual amount of fear in it.
>Nodding to yourself, you chamber a round as silently as possible before undoing the tent’s zipper and all but jumping out of the thing.

>>30425945
>Brandishing a flashlight at four immediate figures, of which were barely covered by bits of moonlight before, you see three familiar faces, followed by one that’s foreign.
“Fuck’s going on here!?”
>You don’t point your sidearm at him, per se, but you keep it at your side in a half-ready position.
>The young man, no older than you at a glance, shakes his hands pleadingly.
>”H-hey, I was just holding it, he said it wasn’t loaded!”
>The teal man shakes his head and points rather blatantly at Grizzly, of whom slowly bends over to pick up…
>And it’s then when a holy anger overtakes you, your eyes now focused on the pudgy man who checks the bolt, to which a still smoking case ejects.
>That rifle is a great many thing, but the most important thing about it?
>You had let Grizzly hold onto it, himself being the second most knowledgeable person within the gang to know about firearms.
>Flicking on the safety of your sidearm, you holster if before making your way over towards Grizzly, yourself shoving his shoulder when you get near.
“Did you fucking forget to check if it was loaded?”
>He huffs, not looking you in the eye…
>Sure enough, you point your flashlight towards the interior magazine of the bolt action rifle, and, sure enough, there lay another fresh round below, ready to kill anyone at the blink of an eye, much like the previous one fired.
>Speaking of which…
“Pat yourselves down, make sure you aren’t hit, it’s a .22, small as shit round!”
>None of them dare question your orders, but you shove Grizzly again a moment after tearing the rifle from his hand.
>Setting the rifle down beside the fire, alongside your pistol, you shove him again, though he’s a bit more prepared for it this time.
>The flashlight has been discarded, only now vaguely providing some light to the ground, as you’ve dropped it at this point.
“You fucking idiot, what’re you doing?”

>>30425952
>Much to your surprise, however, there comes a retaliatory shove, one which you didn’t expect.
>It caught you off guard and sent you back a foot or so, but you right yourself before falling on your ass.
>”I didn’t do shit, he’s the one who decided to squeeze the fucking trigger!”
>Finding yourself up in his face again, you fake him out with a feint of a shove before kicking a foot out from underneath him and pushing him down towards the ground.
“And who gave him the fucking gun to begin with?”
>You gesture towards the man, of whom is standing there, though you can’t exactly make out the details of his face under the moonlight.
“Matter of fact, why the fuck would you even invite him in here? Somebody could have fucking died here, Grizzly, and it would’ve been your fault!”
>Almost growling down at the useless sack of fat, you crack your neck.
>He deserves to have the shit beat out of him, no two ways about it, as his mistake was unacceptable; a life could have ended tonight because of his negligence.
>Another part of you wants to just spit on him and take your firearms back to your tent, being done with the whole night, yourself already content in knowing that you’re calling off this whole thing early.
>Or maybe, just maybe, you could try and calm down for a moment?

>>30425963
So, what'll Anon be doing this time, gang?

Also, sorry if it strayed heavily from the main point of the thread, IE bully, but this is all going to come around full circle, trust me. Pasty—https://pastebin.com/yN7NS0Xd

Until next time, you glorious bastards.

>>30425985
I say calm down.

>>30425985
Calm down because nothing good can come from angry teenagers with firearms.

>>30425985
This Anon is pretty mature for a high school junior. Pretty wise dude.

Character flaws when

>>30427068
Once everyone learns of his horsepussy addiction, things might change.

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>>30424436
these stories are written in the moment, I don't edit them, btw

>She stared at him from across the lunchroom
>Her "friends" tittered and chattered together all around her, yet her focus was on him.
>He ate alone, a sandwich in one hand, a book in the other
>It seemed that's how he always was
>So focused on a book, he was ignorant to everything else.
>She smiled softly.
>Her ruby lips, colored by her preferred brand of lipstick, stretched across her face whenever she looked at him.
>It was inexplicable, they hadn't even talked
>Yet...
>He was so different
>Perhaps it was simply the mystery of the unknown
>Perhaps it was because he had never bullied her, had never even talked to her...
>There was something about him that resonated within her

>She was staring again
>You noticed it out of the corner of your eye
>She always stared at you, a smile on her face
>She was laughing at you, of course.
>You knew there could be no other explanation.
>What would she smile at you for?
>The both of you had yet to exchange a word
>You flipped a page, and bit into your sandwich
>Tuna. Gross.
>You glanced up again, turning your attention away from your book for the time being
>She was still smiling
>The girl next to her was telling her something
>Laughing at you, no doubt
>The school freak
>You couldn't take it anymore
>Her fucking smile wouldn't go away, even if you didn't look at her
>Your book snapped shut and was quickly stored away in your backpack
>You threw the rest of your lunch away in a nearby trashcan, and hightailed it out of the lunchroom.

>He was leaving
>She let a frown crease her forehead, though, only a small one
"Is everything alright, Rarity?"
>She turned her head to look at her friend, if she could actually call her that
>The girl talking to her, a concerned look on her face, had been the start of her bullying
>She let the frown go
"Yes, yes of course, darling."
>She turned away, now unconcerned.

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>>30428206
>>She turned away, now unconcerned
>Rarity bit her lip in thought
>The girls next to her, surrounding her, had made her feel worthless. Pathetic.
>Yet despite that, she was too bound by her life and personality
>So she suffered in silence, surrounded by snakes
>She felt like she didn't have any friends, despite being surrounded by those that claimed to be hers
>She twiddled her thumbs absentmindedly.
>It was true what they said
>Feeling alone in a crowd was even worse than being alone
>And she was
>Despite her glamour, popularity, even her beauty
>It was all fake
>They had tormented her, true
>But now they were doing something even worse
>They made her feel what she was
>Alone.

>>30427068
>This Anon is pretty mature for a high school junior. Pretty wise dude.

If you had read the writefriend's previous story Which is a sequel to this, I guess?, you wouldn't be saying that.

>>30429466
Yeah, I realized halfway making the post that bringing firearms to a camping trip full underage idiots isn't that clever.

I suppose "charismatic" is a more fitting

>>30429498
The secret is he's a junkie in the making riding the high point of the ride for now. In the Sci-Twi story we get him in the middle of his first low point, though I use the term "first" due to being familiar with junkie behavior and not so much familiar with the story's ending.
Haven't finished it yet, but Anon's pretty much a textbook addict.

>>30424971
"Listen here, Twilight"
"Since i'm in a good today, i'm gonna let you off with a warning. And don't you dare tell anyone of this. Got it?"
>She nods as she gulps, and you let her free.
>She takes a few steps away while looking at you, before running off.
>You swear you could see the tears trailing off her eyes.
>Good, she gets your message.
>You walk off with a smirk as you head down the hallway.
>You then catch sight of another student by the vending machine, who quickly looked away from you
>Crap, he must have seen that
>You approach him, scanning him from had to toe
>He was wearing a yellow long sleeve polo shirt, folded by the elbows and a blue cowboy hat
>Country boy, huh? He's gonna be hard to persuade
>But as you approach him...you notice something
>This guy is fuck huge
>He's much taller than you, and you're 5'11
>You look back at his arms, and they're sort of ripped. Like, Jason Statham ripped.
>Picking on him would'nt seem like a good idea
>You head toward the exit, and you see Twilight with her friends
>They seem to be talking about something, and her friends are worried
>Twilight shakes her head, and then they left
>Looks like she hadn't told them

THE NEXT DAY

>Be Anon
>You're doing your daily personal school routine
>Eat
>Sleep
>Conquer
>Repeat
>Well, you didn't actually think of it, your friends tod you that
>And currently, you're doing the Bullying part
>Today's victim is that cross-eyed mutant, Derpy
>You were near the cafeteria
>She dropped her fruit juice on your shirt as she acidentally bumped into you
>But this was a nice damn shirt
>And your friends went to the rescue

>>30430080
>Fred grabs her arm as she tried to back-off
>"You think we'll let you go tha easily, you freak? Go apologize to boss Anon, NOW"
>Boss Anon? Aww shucks, Fred
>"S-sorry Anonymous...i didn't mean t-to..."
"Of course you didn't. Maybe if you had those silly looking eyes of yours fixed, this shirt, it wouldn't have been soiled!"
>"I....i...*sniff* i'm..."
>You snatch her away from Fred, holding her by the shoulders.
>You put her close to your face
"What? You're what? Scared? Well you should be. And you should feel lucky i don't bully the disabled. Now get out of my sight..."
>You shove her away, and she falls down on the pavement, letting out a short "Gah!"
>She looks up at you with tear swollen eyes
>Shame. For a girl with her condition, she was kinda cute.
"You disgust me. Let's go, boys"
>"Sure boss. Later, freak!" says Fred as he smacks her head and then you guys laugh
>"HEY!!!"
>Oh crap
>You and your friends look to see who it was
>It was just Pinkie Pie wearing an apron
>"What's going on here? *gasp* DERPY!"
>"P-Pinkie Pie!"
>Derpy stood up, and embraced Pinkie
>"What did they do to you?"
>"A-non ...and his...thugs..."
>Derpy kept sobbing, her head resting on Pinkie's shoulder.
>Pinkie looks at you with angry eyes
>"Anonymous Middle name Last name! You big meanie! What did you do to her?!"
>"None of your business, Poofy head!" said George
"Well, let's just say Derpy messed up my pretty shirt. I just gave her a piece of my mind."
>"You hurt her over a simple shirt?!"
"A PRETTY, shirt, Poofy."
>"Why you...i'll--"
>"Tell the others? Bad idea sweetie." Said Alfred, cutting Pinkie off
>George follows up with "You know what boss Anon does to tattletales, right?"
"They have a point, Pinkie. Remember what happened to Rainbow Dash?"
>Pinkie's eyes went from mad to PTSD scared
>"You...you monster..."

>"That's right...i'm warning you Pinkie Pie..."
>She hugged the still crying Derpy tighter, her eyes returning to the anger filled look from earlier
>Being in complete control, you show off your smuggish smirk
Silence went on for seconds, until it was shattered by
>"Why would you scare her into bullying her if you're going to bully her up anyway?"
>Dazzled, you guys looked around to this usurper
>You know a lot of people in the campus, but you don't remember this guy
>Well, he does wear an ID, and it says "Exchange Student"
>You glanced at his name
>Hornet
>Before you could read his full name, you looked at Fred, who says to the others "Wise guy huh? Get this hothead outta here!"
>Before they could move, you raised your hand, signalling them to stop
>You looked at this guy, and ss you approach him you say
"Who the hell are you?"
>"It doesn't matter who i am, what matters is what you bullies are doing."
"Well, what are you gonna do about? I'm in charge here, kid, you--"
>You stopped as he suddenly placed his hand on your shoulder.
>You looked at it with confusion, before looking back at him
>"Do you feel in charge?"
"Huh. Word of advice, i'm a bigger guy, and there's 4 of us here. You're outnumbered, kid."
>"And this gives you power over me?"
>You let out a deep sigh, and you signalled your friends
>They grinned, and cracked their knuckles

Cont?

>>30430309
Inb4 "Hornet's Nest is my name HUHEUHEEUEHEHU!" followed by sudden storm of bullied kids that swarm Anon&Co. before proceeding to anally rape them.

Go on, I wanna' see where this goes, kind'a wanna' see Anon beat the shit outta' this spack for some odd reason. Also, lost it at Anon having stereotypical henchman and becoming some sort of impromptu mob boss, keep it up.

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>>30430196
>>"Anonymous Middle name Last name!"

>>30430445
Well, his name being Hornet is for a much different reason

>>30430309
>Hornet looks at your friends, seemingly looking who to strike first
>You roll your eyes and you gave him an arm slam, facing him towards your friends
>Fred stomps on him, George and Alfred does as well
>You put your hands in your pocket as they continue to beat him up
>You then see his other hand holding a hankie of sorts
>Ignoring that,you circle around them, watching this carnage

>Be Pinkie Pie
>Baking class was over, you and Derpy were left to clean the kitchen
>After that, Derpy went on ahead to her next class
>You then received a text from Twilight
>One of the exchange students you met a few days ago, Hornet, wants to return your handkerchief you forgot on the cafeteria tables
>You waited for him to come, but then you heard Derpy shout
>You run outside, and you saw a bully smack her face
>Those meanies! You won't let this pass
>As you arrived, you saw that it was Anonymous
>It just had to be him
>After he trash talked you and Derpy, Hornet arrives
>He moved his mouth, seemingly saying "Run" as you read his lips
>You thought he was crazy
>Him? Standing up to Anon?
>Unfortunately, his plan...whatever it was, didn't work, and is getting his ass beat
>You and Derpy just watch in terror
>You want to help, but you can't
>Hornet was holding on, trying to block their kicks, but you see something in his hand. It was your hankie
>You just wince, and after stopping the assault, Anon picked him up by the neck
>"Not so tough now, huh?"
>With what's left of his strength, Hornet slapped him and he said
>"That....all you got...c-c...cabron?"
>Anon rolled his eyes again, before giving him a headbutt, knocking him out
>He let him go, his body dropping down like a ragdoll
>"Well....he didn't fight so good" says Anon
>They erupted in laughter as they turned around and left

>>30430805

>When they were far enough, be raised his finger, and said, head buried on the ground before limping back down
>"I tried"
>you and Derpy help him up
>Weakly, he looked at you and said
>"Miss...i think you dropped this"
>He hands you your hankie, with a smile
>You take it
"Thanks.."
>You smiled back
"I was certain you had a plan back there"
>"I did. It was returning this hankie...with no soils on it!"
>You giggle. This guy's something
>Derpy then says "We should take you to the clinic now..."
>"Sure...thanks" he says still with a smile
>You two take him to the clinic

>Be Anon
>That guy was odd
>He thinks he Banepost himself out of it
> But it failed
>You were a bit worried though
>He might tell you off, but can blame it on someone else.
>One of the many things you've done to get away from being caught
>Now, you don't wanna worry too much, so you shrug that thought, and go to this diner near the school to cool off
>You see Twilight, along with Rainbow Dash and Applejack
>She spots you, and looks away immediately, being scared of you and all
>RD does as well, but like Twilight, she also looks away
>That is an achievement in itself, not too many people intimidate RD like you
>Applejack then looks at the entrance, and waves at someone, happily smiling
>With your curiosity getting the hold of you, you look who she was waving at

Brb washing dishes

>>30430871
Washing dishes?! What are you?! A responsible adult?!

>>30430871

>Three guys went in
>They were also wearing the same kind of ID's Hornet had
>One's a tall dude with shoulder length, spiky hair, like some guy from an anime, wearing a sweater and a beanie
>The other is that cowboy guy from yesterday
>He was the one AJ was waving at
>And lastly is the guy who....almost literally looks like.....Twilight?
>The fuck
>They got the same hair color, except he doesn't have the third color, only fuschia
>Even the goddamn glasses
>But other than observing their fashion statement, you don't mind them that--
>Holy shit, anime guy just passed behind you and he's also huge
>Tall, and possibly ripped
>Probably bigger than you
>You scoff, and take your order
>A regular sundae
>You watch them talk
>They seem like they're trying to know each other
>Quite logical, since it's Twilight and her friends that are usually tasked with taking care of events like this
>But something else hits you
>What if they tell them about you?
>With their sizes, facing them alone will be hard
> You might need some backup
> You and your friends finished your frosty treats before leaving
>You grab your phone, and call your pal Snake
>Who oddly prefers to be called Snek
"Hello, Snake?"
"Yesss? Oh hey Anonymoussssss
"........."
>"--ssssssssss"
"SNAKE! Hey buddy, what you doin?"
>"Just locked up Trixxxxxie I'm her locker. That'll teach her not to make my wallet disappear!"
"....why'd you even let her use your wallet to that hack? Wait, nvm."
"Anyways, I got something for you to do."
>"Hmm?"
"Listen closely..."

>>30431600
I'm at my crush's house, and I have to impress his parents...

>>30431679
>his
either you're gay, or you're a woman.

which means you're gay

>>30431687
Shit, i mean HER
JESUS I SWEAR

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>>30431691
Right, HER.

>>30431691
>you meant her
>i and s are very far from e and r
sure you did, anon, sure you did.

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>>30431691
you dun goofed in a bully thread

So what exactly is the focus of this thread?
Bullying girls and their friends, making friends with the bullied?
What the fuck should I write?

>>30431810
honestly whatever you feel is most feelsy... or funny?

The mainstory is rarity being bullied in a new school and anon is the only one not to do so because he just wants his safespace in a closet.

But a lot of stories have taking twist on those or made something completely new like bully anon bullying twilight.

I should throw a general promt, maybe bully Gilda giving anon a had time (maybe griffonstone high is a shit hole afterall) and she feels bad about it when seeing the damage she's done.

>>30431818
*giving anon a hard time.

>>30431810
I wrote the sad anon story, what I pulled from the prompt was something along the lines of "Rarity gets bullied by everyone, except Anon"

I turned that into rarity's emotional and psychological bullying, if now somewhat indirect, and her isolation, especially in regards to Anon. I won't give away everything, but the Anon in this story, and Rarity, are both deeply affected the bullying going on around them, no matter how indirect or inconsequential something may seem.

>>30431810
Not sure either.
I imagine learning about refined tastes from Rarity and then teaching her how to enjoy common things and simple pleasures. Anon and Rarity share a bond and this bond enriches both of their lives and they fall in love.

I guess that might inspire someone or I'm out of touch and shouldn't be in this thread.

I'm not gay!!
I'M NOT GAAAAAAYYYYY
>:^[

>>30431671
"Have you heard anything about exchange students in our campus?"
>"Have you been attending school? Thisss has been going on for a while now."
>"Sssome ssort of cultural exchange thingy."
"Overseas?"
>"Nah, they're from the next sstate, Aetosia. Aetos Academy, IIRC"
>"It's popular for its emphasis on sports subjects, which could explain their students being fucking huge."
"I can see that."
>"Thankfully for us, they're all goody two shoes, so they won't harm you unless you piss them off."
"What do you mean?"
>"Pretend to fall in an accident, Trash talk them, and if they get pisssed and punch you, there's a slight chance the blame ends up on them."
"Right. How's you know this?"
>"Just yesssterday I was targeting this guy called 'Tomcat' who's been visiting the animal shelter."
>"He's huge but a fucking softie"
>"I think he wants dibs on Fluttershy though"
>"Other than that, Hal, Ed and i managed to filth him up by releasing all animals inside the shelter"
>"Boy, If you saw the look on his face hahahaha!"
"Mhm. Allrighty then. How available are you?"
>"I'm always free for you, boss."
"OK. Do you happen to know a guy who looks like Twilight?"
>"Oh, him? They call him 'Raptor'. Why?"
"He has other friends with him. I want you to spy on them."
>"Spy on them? I'll try."
"Good. I'll call you when I need you."
>"You got something planned, Anon?" asked George.
"Yeppers, George. I want these fellas to know that I'm king around here."
"This is my kingdom, and my kingdom alone."

>>30431810
Ehhh, there are three main ways it could go; the first premise of someone else getting bullied and Anon being an observer or friend

Second of Anon IS the bully

Third of Anon being bullied

Or whatever you can think of. Get creative. Drop Anon entirely if you want.

>>30431877
You're on 4chan. You're already a fag, just embrace it like the rest of us.

>>30428206
Rarity's smile interpreted as mockery. Nice one.

>>30431877

A few weeks later...

>Be Anon
>Today, you were involuntary selected to assist Twilight in cleaning up A trashed isle in the library
>Caused by George who had a run in with Thunderlane because he found his porn mag in there
>They both got suspended
>Dammit George
>You just place the books lazily because you'd rather be outside right now
>Twilight notices this, and surprisingly, scolds you
>"You do know that they are supposes to be arranged alphabetically, Anon?"
>"Is it really that hard?"
"Huh. Where'd you find this courage to talk me up like this, huh?"
>You said that in your best, scary, condescending voice
>Given her scared reaction, you figure it worked
>"W-well...it's just books...they're not really that hard to..."
>You approach her
"Look...I don't give a fuck what you think, and be fortunate enough that I'm not complaining."
>"...just finish your job."
>Quietly, she said as you both turn away "I have... plans for today you jerk, don't make this any harder for me."
"What's that?"
>"N-nothing!"
"Oh, is this about those exchange students?"
>You pin her against a bookshelf
"I say, you got good taste in boys, Twilight. You're breakingy heart once again."
>"Huh? No...it's not what you think."
"Really now? First Flash, then Timber Spruce...now that...Raptor guy, am I correct?"
>You cup your hand on her cheek
"Have you been leaning on him to save yourself from me?"
>She's breathing heavily now
>"If you mean that I'm telling him the things you do, then you're wrong..."
>"And please, don't involve him."
>You focus yourself on her neck and the side of her head, before holding her face close to yours
"Why's that?"
>"Just...just because"
"Hmm... All right then. But i want you to do me a favor."
>"???"
"Just stand still..."
>You kiss her.

>>30431916
Thanks... I guess

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>>30431949
>You kiss her
HERE WE GO BOYS

>>30431949

"Mmmmmh..."
>Twilight tried to fight back the kiss
>But every moment, you feel her resistance getting less aggresive
>You thank Rainbow Dash for the practice, as you play your tongue around her mouth
>As expected, she's inexperienced
>Before she looks like she's about to pass out, you pull yourself away
>She's breathing heavily, and so are you
>Man, that felt good
>You look her in her lost, dazed eyes
"Tell your friends to stop following me."
>Her eyes widen.
>She instinctively looks to her left, and so did you.
>Fluttershy quickly hid behind a bookshelf
>You looked back at Twilight, and do your now signature smirk
>"No...Anon, please!"
>Ignoring her plea, you run after Fluttershy
>Once she saw you, she ran for her dear life
>You didn't notice, but Twilight also ran for Fluttershy
>You do now when she shouted for help.
>You scrunch your face as you heard her.
>You stop in your tracks, and he bumped into you.
>You quickly turn around, and hold her by the shoulders
"What did i TELL you about calling for help, Twily?!"
>"DON'T YOU DARE DO ANYTHING TO FLUTTERSHY!! YOU HAD ME WHERE YOU WANT ME RIGHT?! THEN I'M HERE! I'M RIGHT FRIGGIN HERE!"
"I told you i hate TATTLETALES!"
>"Well too bad, she's gone now."
"Oh? You think so?"
>"T-Twilight!!"
>Twilight was shocked
>You both look at Fluttershy, held by Fred and Alfred
>"We got her Boss Anon!"
"Good job fellas. Thanks for watching out for me."
>"No problem. This plan of yours is sweet!"
>"What did he mean by this? Twilight?!"
>"Please, Anon. Don't hurt her."
"Sorry. But bad girls need to be punished. Boys! Show her what we do to tattletales!"
>"Aye, Ano--- ANON LOOK OUT!!"
>You look at what Fred was pointing at
>Next thing you know, you were tackled to the ground
>It felt like a Spear though
>A Goldberg Spear
>You quickly roll away and stand up
>The guy who did it was apparently Tomcat, as his looks matches Snek--SNAKE's description
>Tall, spiky yellow green hair
>Was he sure this guy is a softie?

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>>30432096
Brb gotta go home

>>30432096
Dramatic entrance at it's finest, rarity would be proud

how will boss anon get out of this one

>>30425963
>...
>Fuck it, he’s not worth it.
>Mumbling a slew of curses at nobody in particular, you ignore the world for a moment, making your way over towards your tent.
>A moment later do you return to the four, your face partly illuminated by the cigarette placed firmly in the corner of your mouth.
>You see Singsong help Grizzly up with a proffered hand, a flashlight of his own within his grasp.
>As you approach, however, you notice the newcomer proffering your previously discarded flashlight back to you.
>Nodding, take the thing back and get a good look at the man.
>Teal skin, blonde hair, a working man’s five o’clock shadow…
>Holy shit!
“Is… is that you, Zephyr?”
>Flashing the light back at yourself, you can see a look of recognition and relief overcome the senior’s previous look of fear.
>”H-hey, it’s… I know you, you’re one of the juniors!”
>Well then, this was unexpected.
>You can then see his eyes flicker towards your cancer stick, and so you shake your head.
>Where are your manners?
“Want one?”
>You quickly produce the pack and proffer the thing to him, to which he looks at it with a bit of incredulity.
>Eventually, though, he gives you a lopsided smile.
>”Hell yeah, little dude!”
>Gladly does he take one, and so you light his without a second thought.
>At least you’ve finally met someone who doesn’t demonize your most recent pastime.
>As you both take a moment to think about what just happened, there comes the pleasant sight of Dash finally getting the fire up and running again.
>It’s just then when you realize how tired you are.
>Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you curse again before shaking your head.
“Zephyr—”
>”Call me Breezy, little dude.”
>Taking a moment to eye him warily, you silently scoff before taking the cigarette out and flicking away the ashes.
“Breezy, mind telling me just what in the fuck happened here?”

>>30433555
>Returning to your cigarette, you lift your eyes from the fire up to Grizzly.
>He’s still visibly pissed at you, though he bites his tongue as you trade glares.
>”Well, now that’s a very interestin’ story, little dude, but, luckily for you, you’ve got the best storyteller this side of Canterlot.”
>He then looks about, a small smile on his face as he searches for something…
>”Wouldn’t happen to have any cool ones, would ya’? Been weeks since I’ve had one.”
>...
>......
>You’re scared out of your mind.
>Not that that’s unusual or anything, but it’s still something to keep your eyes wide open, your form slightly shaking in its bedroll.
>You really wish Zephyr would come back.
>You really wish you hadn’t gone on this camping trimp anymore.
>You really wish you didn’t hear that gunshot off in the distance…
>W-what if he’s hurt?
>Blinking, you start with a jump and scramble for your jacket.
>Even if you’re scared, even if you want to do nothing more than cower in a ball, wishing it were all over…
>Well, there’s a little saying your mother always said whenever Zephyr does something stupid.
“Family sticks together, no matter what.”
>Scooping up Angel Bunny in your arms, you make way out of your and Zephyr’s tent, only to be temporarily blinded by a light shone your way.
>The comforting voice of your mother then comes to wash away any fears you once had.
>”Fluttershy, sweetie, are you alright?!”
>She rushes to your side and pulls you into a tight embrace, one of which you return as best you’re able to, what with one arm holding angel close.
“Yes, I’m fine… I-is Zephyr with you, though?”
>This is met with silence by your mother, her eyes wide as she ceases the hug.
>”Wait, he’s not with you…?”
>Gulping, you slowly shake your head.
“H-he said he needed to use the potty…”
>”Oh dear…”

>>30433562
>She looks behind her, your father’s rather lanky figure now apparent and lit by the full moon’s light.
>You internally groan.
>This was supposed to be your special time away from CHS, away from everyone calling you a death camp survivor…
>This was supposed to be the time where you could be happy.
>...
>......
>Hmmm, as it turns out, Zephyr met your gang completely by accident.
>The shits were having a little stroll out by the stream, and they happened to see someone taking a late-night leak into said stream…
>Dash decided to sneak up on the poor bastard and scare him half to death.
>After Zephyr nearly had a heart attack, the four began chatting in earnest, so much so that they eventually invited Zephyr back to camp.
>You can piece together what happened after that.
>Nodding one last time, you flick the butt of your cigarette into the fire, a slow hum coming from your throat.
“Sorry the fucker didn’t check to make sure it was loaded, despite, ya’ know, that being the first thing you should fucking check!”
>You make sure to raise your voice just enough that it’s heard by the man opposite of the campfire.
>Your eyes don’t get to observe the reaction, however, as you’re far more interested in Zephyr’s response.
>Said teal man merely shakes his head, taking in another long drag from his fag.
>”Nah, little dude, it’s all good, ain’t nothin’ that can scare ol’ Breezy!”
>Raising a brow, you give him a deadpan look.
>He completely ignores this, a proud smile on his face as he continues to finish off his cigarette.
>”You seemed ‘bout ready to piss yourself back there, Breeze.”
>Singsong’s quip gets a small chuckle from the gang, yourself included.
>Pulling out another cancer stick, you smile derisively while gently pointing at the bravado-filled friend.
“And you weren’t? Shit, man, looked like ya' pissed yourself!”

>>30433571
>Rainbow and Singsong abstain from laughter, but Zephyr joined in their place.
>Resting your face into a palm a moment longer, you give out a short yawn.
>Man, it’s getting pretty late…
>Doesn’t look like the rest of the group shares that thought, though, as they’re all as wide awake.
>Zephyr in particular looks like he’s just chugged a bit of coffee, what with the random looks he gives when he thinks you’re not looking.
>Well, you can either call it a night and be more prepared for the hike up Hurricane Hill, of which will definitely be exhausting…
>Or you can decide “Fuck it” and stay up with the rest of the lads, and maybe see what Zephyr’s got planned?

>>30433581
Sorry for the late update, ya'll, I got really stumped yesterday what with how to proceed properly with CYOA, as this is my first time writing one. Had about 2k words of another scenario written out, decided to scrap it in favor of this, am still trying to find a balance between what decisions are good/interesting to the reader without having inconsequential decisions.
Really quite interesting once you plot everything out and whatnot.

>>30429466
And, not quite, as this is more or less a prequel I decided to start on a whim, and also because I needed a little break from Sci-Twi.

Pasty—https://pastebin.com/yN7NS0Xd

Until next time, you glorious bastards.

And thanks to those who were discussing my story here, got me to laugh like I haven't in quite some time, made me giddy like a child on Christmas morning.

>>30433616
And thank you for writing!

>>30433581
Stay up obviously, we've got to see that the flutteroo gets her brother in one piece
Btw, that five-o-clock shadow is a bit confusing to me; isn't Fluttershy older than Zephyr, and isn't Fluttershy a Freshman or Sophomore?

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>>30424971
>throwing it at each other like how Johnny plays with the football with Mike
What a story Mark

>>30435178
Shit, didn't realize that haha

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>>30430309
>baneposting

it will never end huh

>>30434423
i doubt it can be retconned now so lets just say human horses are slightly different

Don't die on me thread

>>30407795
Can I rape her instead.

>>30432096

>You call Fred, and together, you two beat him up
>Fred mostly takes care of the legs, while you stomp and kick his torso
>That Spear hurt, but you try and not kill him by aiming for his head
>Twilight intervenes, grabbing your arm
>"Anonymous, stop this! He didn't do anything to you!"
"Can't take any chances, Twily. Sooner or later, you might ask those other boys for help."
"So i'll show them who rules around here!"
>You shove her away
>"Twilight!" Fluttershy exclaims, as she lets herself go from Alfred's grasp and tends to her
>After a few seconds, Alfred and Fred stand him up, holding him by his arms
>Twilight stands up
>"Anonymous, he's had enough. Stop it now!"
>You raise Tomcat's head by his hair
"You think you're tough, huh, big guy?!"
>You notice how you held his head high
>He really is goddamn tall
>Around 6'3 - 6'4, you reckon
"You're not even fighting back. How pathetic."
>You then kick him in the gut
>While you take steady breaths, you gained an idea
"You boys like wrestling?"
>Fred says "Yeah, my idol is Mormon Maims!"
>Alfred replies "Mormon? Lol, you pleb."
"Let's bring it!"
>They push Tomcat to you, and you grab his head in a reverse headlock position.
>You then grabbed his torso, then perform a Gutwrench powerbomb on him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-0uuUS4CfA

>You back up and stretch your back
>He was a little heavy, but it was worth it.
>"TOMCAT!" Fluttershy and Twilight tend to him
"Tell your friends i said hi, you wimp."
>You put your hands in your pocket, and you three leave
>Twilight looks at you with anger-ridden eyes
>"Monster..."
>You just shrug, and went on your way

>>30437449
>>30437449

Is it fine to add a sort of character relationship development here?
------------------------------
A few weeks ago...

>Be Pinkie Pie
>It was the day after the day Hornet was beaten up by Anon and his gang
>Despite that, he's been quite cool about it
>He didn't mind it, since it could've gotten worse
>He could've beaten them up instead
>He explained how in exactly 31 scenarios, and while it's quite profanely bizarre, you had a few giggles in
>When you talked about other stuff, you found out he's quite funny
>You two talked to each other the whole day in the clinic non-stop, mostly about school stuff
>Nurse Redheart thought she was listening to a radio
>After that,he said he'll tell his friends about Anon
>"Aw man, when my amigos finds out about this, he's dead!"
>You let out a snicker, but then...you remembered what Anon did to Rainbow Dash
"....i don't know, Hornet...you might wanna reconsider that.
>"...why? What is it, Pinkie Pie?"
"It's...it's about Rainbow Dash. You know, the rainbow haired friend of mine?"
>"Oh...the girl Eagle likes...what happened to her?"
>You take a deep breath as you tell him the story
"It was a few months ago..."
"It was just a simple basketball match between his gang and Flash's team"
"Anonymous intentionally shoved Flash to the ringpost, but it looked like an accident."
"Rainbow noticed this, and she offered as Flash's substitute."
"Knowing Rainbow Dash, she blasted those bullies down, winning the game by a landslide!"
"But then...Anon, that big jerk, didn't like being beaten by a girl."
>"What did they do to her."
>You wince as you try to remember

>>30437198
What's keeping you nigger?
Get on it

>>30437576


"I don't know the exact details, but...he followed her."
"I heard from some students that he took her to an alleyway..."
"And then...and then..."
>You were about to cry
>But knowing what happened that day isn't to be taken lightly.
>Rainbow Dash, the toughest person you know, was violated
>Anon squeezed and played with her breasts, while forcibly kissing her then fondled her (snatch)
>And she couldn't fight back
>Nor could she do anything about it
>As he was doing it to her, he recorded all of it
>He threaten to spread it to the entire campus if she tells everyone about it
>She didn't, and he kept his word
>But you worry that he might've shown it to some of his friends, as some of them have been giving Rainbow Dash perverted grins
>You girls wanted to help her, but couldn't
>That's where it hurts the most
>As you try remember more of it, you felt Hornet's hand touch your face, wiping your tears off
>You didn't realize you were crying at this point
>You felt embarrassed, and try to calm yourself
>"Look, Pinkie..."
"*sniff* Sorry, hehe..."
>"If it's too painful, it's allright if you don't tell me."
>He then grabs his own hankie, which was, oddly designed with Spongebob, and wipes the rest of your tears
"Heh....Spongebob?"
>You let out a short giggle
>"Hey, i didn't plan to get beaten, allright?"
>"Sorry for ruining the moment."
"Hehe...right..."
"I'm also sorry..."
>"You don't have to be. Tell you what. I don't care who these guys are, but if they mess with you again, i'll be there."
"...sure. Just...don't get beaten up."
>He blushes
>"Hehe. You must be thinking, 'Big words, coming from someone you just met' huh?"
>Thinking of the time you had this afternoon, you shake your head.
"Well, as far as i'm aware, we're already friends now."
>"R-really? That's...good to know." He then smiles.

(just to make it clear, this is intended to be a flashbackit just turned out to be a bit long. Coming next is what really happens now)

>>30437735

>Today, you're about to meet up with him
>Turns out, he's your partner in the Exchange Student program in Baking class
>You're waiting outside the cafeteria, hoping he'll come
>You forgot to exchange phone numbers even after that day
>"Pinkie! I'm here!"
>It was Hornet, waving at you
>You wave back
"Hey Hornet! What's up OuO?"
>He looks a bit surprised
>"Hey, you look a lot more bubbly today."
"Oh well, this is the actual me you're talking to right now!"
"And how could i not be? We're going to bake today!"
>"Allright! Let's get to it!"
>You two head inside the cafeteria to begin baking

>>30437774

>Be Raptor (the Twiguy)
>Just a few minutes ago, your pal Hornet texted you about how he was bullied by a CHS student named "Anonymous Middle Name Last Name"
>This obviously bothered you, you were not expecting bullies that harsh in CHS, given its prestigious reputation
>You'll try and deal with it later, as you have to meet-up with the Exhange Student Program Coordinator, Twilight Sparkle
>For the first week you were here in an orientation class before the main program starts, you kind of wondered why a lot of CHS students were looking curiously at you
>Some of them asked if you were related to her, which you promptly denied
>You didn't mind it much, since Eagle, the Academy's Sports Representative, takes most of the attention
"Is it too cold for you, Eagle?"
>"Huh? Yeah!" he exclaims, in his heavy New Yorkshire accent
>He adjusts his beanie, then waves at some of his, CHS "fans"
>"What's wrong with it?"
"I don't think it's the right attire for a meeting."
>"Is a beanie and sweatshirt too informal for you? Come on, we're just meeting up with the school's coordinators!"
"At least Falcon here is modest."
>You point at him, wearing a blue and white checkered polo shirt, and his hat slung at his back
>"Much obliged."
>"*sigh* It's not like it's some CEO meeting. Don't act like Lightning, or, even Rarity."
"Rarity?"
>He gives you a shocked expression
>"You don't KNOW Rarity? Dammit, Raptor, you need to get to know people more."
>"She's just the most beautiful person in the campus. She's got a lot of admirers in our school too."
>"Ah heard of her. 'Pparently, she's a friend of cousin Applejack."
>"Oh, sweet!"
"Allright, we're here."
>You three stop by this ice cream diner near the school
>You see a lot of CHS students inside, through the window.
>"You think she's here?" asks Eagle
"Well, you two do know how to find her."
>"Oh, right."
>You three enter inside, and, sure enough, you spot Twilight, along with AJ and RD
>Falcon waved at her, and she waved back

>>30437910
BRB gotta charge my phone

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>>30437912
Suuure, you're going to """"charge"""" your phone

>>30431949
Is this nigger a time stopping vampire by any chance?

>>30438325
Nooo, he's just got za whole warudo in his hands.

>>30438325
Bamp

>>30438325
*A faint W~RYYYYY can be heard in the distance.

>9

Seems like we're running all out of steam

Time to fix it, with >rape

>>30441621
Anon is a rapist or Anon getting raped? Or no Anon, only rape?

>>30441916
>What you gonna do annoymous darling? tell the principal you got raped by a girl?

>>30441933
"No, tell her I got raped by a THOT!"

>>30442024
>Then the Principal rapes him
>"Come over here and suck these big fat milf titties!"

>>30442590
... U-unf

>>30433581
>Shrugging, you take another cancer stick from your pack and light it up, enjoying each little bit of nicotine that rushes into your system.
>No point in going camping if you’re not gonna’ stay up with the gang and make memories, eh?
>That doesn’t stop you from resting your eyes while laying your cheek into an open palm, however.
>For a while, you all seem to enjoy the calm night for what it is: peaceful.
>For a while, you feel as if all the conversation that might be had between a random senior and some juniors may have already been had.
>That train of thought is broken when Zephyr rubs his hands together excitedly.
>”So, any’a you little muchachos ever partied before?”
>Silence fills the camp for a moment, though Dash is first to reply.
>”’Course we’ve partied before, who d’ya think you’re talkin’ to?”
>This earns her a small chuckle from Zephyr.
>”I’m not talkin’ about your dinky little meetups where you all just go to mommy’s house and watch Bubble Guppies.”
>Opening your eyes, you see him shake his head, almost zealously so, as a wry grin finds its way onto his face.
>Reaching for a pocket from his admittedly all too skinny jeans, he produces a…
>Roll up cigarette?
>Raising a brow, you blow out a puff of smoke at the man.
“Already got cigarettes, mate.”
>Shaking his head, Zephyr takes a moment to swipe your lighter and light it up.
>”Little dude, try this and tell me if you really think that it’s some’a that weak ass tobacco stuff.”
>A challenge, eh?
>You don’t really care about what the others will think, as only Grizzly would be the one to do stuff like this with you, but you’re more than pissed at him.
>Taking the little thing, you raise it to your lips, noting the mischievous smile on Zephyr’s face all the while.
>Singsong, however, speaks first before the thing comes to your lips.
>”Uh, Anon? Maybe probably not a good idea.”

>>30443525
>New Principal is a heathen thicc pervert who likes younger men
Only in the "not" ghetto

>>30444631
>Turning to the young man, you give him a lopsided smile before leaning in towards him, chucking your previous cigarette into the fire.
>Doing an overdramatic sniff, you pull back with a violent cough.
“Dude, for a virgin, you absolutely reek of pussy.”
>A small chuckle from Grizzly and Zephyr is had, but there comes yet another interruption to the scene as a new voice hollers out from just behind you all.
>”Zephyr!”
>Nearly jumping out of your skin, you hop up while clasping the joint tight in your hand, smothering the flames quickly enough.
>Turning to observe the new figures, you are forced to squint to make out three distinct bodies, though the flashlight in one’s hand quickly proving more than blinding.
>Must’ve been a military-grade flashlight, because, fuck, it hurts!
>”Uh… Pops, mom? What’re y'all doin’ here?”
>Well, guess that solves that.
>The three figures then step into the light, Zephyr slowly making his way to the three, to which his mother, or at least you presume the woman to be his mother, bounds over and seizes him in a tight hug.
>You turn to the gang, of whom look as confused as you do.
>You all share a shrug before turning back to the newcomers.
>She seems to mumble kind words into the young man’s ears, holding him in a bear hug like no other, but you decide to ignore them for the moment being.
>Looking to the two others, you get a good look at the father, one who has a hairdo that holds an uncanny resemblance to soft swirl ice cream and shares Zephyr’s teal color, and also a glimpse at the little head poking out from behind said father.
>Soon as you meet the child’s eyes, however, she hides behind her father’s back.
>Raising a brow at this, you take one last glance at Zephyr, of whom is still quite preoccupied, before taking a step forward towards the teal man.

>>30444636
>His face, while initially cautious, soon puts on a disarming smile as he realizes that his son is well enough, and gives you a nod.
“Hey, what can I do ya’ for?”
>The teal man nudges his head towards Zephyr breeze, of whom is trying to get his mother to stop stop crying.
>”Hello there, uh, sorry to barge in on ya’, but we just were scared half to death about where Zephyr went to, what with that gunshot…”
>He looks to you, a look of concern as he looks you up and down for any signs of harm.
>”Nobody’s hurt, right? Please tell me everyone with you is all right…”
>Shaking your head, you chuckle at the man’s soft nature.
>Admittedly enough, though, you have to honestly struggle to hear him, which is a bit of a pain.
“Nah’, we’re all right, thanks for asking.”
>You look at Zephyr, another chuckle leavings you as you see his mother giving him one last backbreaking hug.
“Sorry about stealing your boy, we more or less happened across him by complete accident, but it’s actually quite a funny story…”
>Turning back, you offer an open hand to the man, a normal look of confidence overtaking you.
“I’m Anonymous, by the way. Glad to meet ya’.”
>Hook, line, and sinker.
>His smile is bright as he reaches out to grasp your hand.
>His shake is… rather pathetic, and this is coming from someone who hasn’t lifted in nearly a month.
>Hell, you’re pretty sure that even Vinny has a better handshake than this guy, and she’s built like a fucking twig.
>Like, did this guy just get back from some Jåskelan P.O.W camp or wh—
>”Just call me Mr. Shy, nice to meet you.”
>Nodding, you give his hand one last squeeze before taking a step back.
>Just as you do, however, a small yawn stops you for a moment.
>Said yawn turns out to be contagious, as Mr. Shy gives out a rather high-pitched yawn that’s, quite frankly, adorable…
>Wait, no, it’s coming from that little one just behind him.

>>30444640
>Catching sight of the young one yet again, you raise a brow at the sight.
“Would your daughter happen to attend Canterlot High, Mr. Breezy?”
>A wave of mild surprise flashes across the aging man’s face before he steps to the side, allowing you to confirm your suspicions.
>Well, you were able to confirm them for a split moment before the freshman scooted behind her father yet again.
>Mr. Shy chuckles before looking behind him and mumbling a few inaudible words, a small smile on his face when he turns back to you.
>”Sorry, Anonymous, little Shy’s a bit nervous when it comes to new folk.”
>He nudges the young woman behind him forward.
>”C’mon, sweetie, you should know Anonymous, right? He goes to Canterlot High too!”
>Slowly, and ever so slowly, does the little body behind Mr. Shy emerge, though you’re more surprised at the small rabbit clutched in her arms than anything else.
>Her voice is wavering at best, and downright terrified at worst.
>”H-hi…”
>Aaaaaand she’s hiding behind Mr. Shy again.
>”Heh, sorry about that, Fluttershy’s terribly… well, shy.”
>You both share a chuckle at that.
“Yeah, kind’a noticed, what with her always being the meek one at school.”
>Rubbing your chin, you look off to the side.
“Hell, don’t think I’ve even heard her speak, much less hear her name…”
>This elicits another nudge to Fluttershy from her father, much to her chagrin.
>”C’mon, sweetie, go on and introduce yourself.”
>On second thought, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
>Her distress is almost tangible as she looks up at you, blue eyes slightly trembling under the situation’s pressure.
>”I’m… Flut…”
>Her voice trails off at the end, so you can’t help but rub at the back of your neck, the little butter stick giving you a vicarious sense of awkward.
>Deciding that it’s best to keep things quick, you nod and put on a warm smile.

>>30444648
“Nice ta’ meet’cha, kiddo, and that’s a pretty cute rabbit you’ve got there.”
>A trace of a smile forms on her face as she looks down at her pet.
>”Y-you think so?”
>Nodding, you take a moment to yawn before replying.
“‘Course, it’s downright adorable, though he does look a bit spooked.”
>The thing is staring straight at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
>Fluttershy’s smile grows just the tiniest bit at your words, which makes you feel a little bit better about this whole situation.
>”Well, sorry to cut this short, Anonymous, but I think it’s best that we all head back.”
>He nods at you and your group, that warm smile still on his face.
>”Terribly sorry to interrupt you all at this hour of the night, and thanks for watching out for Mister B.”
>There are waves shared between your two groups, though you make sure to approach Zephyr before he leaves, offering him a handshake.
>He looks at your hand weirdly, though you don’t dare drop the gesture.
>You take the split second of contact to cram the blunt into one his, admittedly far too tight, jean’s pockets.
>His eyes flash recognition before a smile finds its way onto his face.
>”Mind if I visit ya’ll tomorrow?”
>Not really thinking about what the others would have to say, as you already know that two of them are major pussies when it comes to having any sort of fun, you nod and slap him on the shoulder.
“We’ll be waiting, though we intend to head out pretty early for Hurricane Hill, so best hurry your ass up.”
>Nodding, he slowly lets go of your hand before jogging back to his group, of which head out back towards their camp…
>Just as the figures leave earshot, though, you turn towards your tent and slowly make your way inside, leaving the rest of the gang to their own machinations.
>They’re probably still pissed at you, so it’s best to get what little sleep you can get while the moon’s still up.

>>30444655
>Making sure the firearms are at your side and properly unloaded, your impromptu pillow, the Mk. 1 bicep, serves you well in transporting you into the ethereal dreamscape.
>...
>......
>Normally, you’d hate the fact that you were an early bird when it came to waking up, but the situation’s a bit different, what with you being in the great outdoors and all.
>Feeling like a prom night dumpster baby that’s been eaten alive by rats, you do eventually rise and curse at just how early it is.
>Fuck, man, the sun’s barely even gone up…
>Groaning, you load the pistol’s magazine before holstering it and throwing the rifle sling over your shoulder.
>Ain’t no way these two fuckers are leaving your sight after last night.
>Hopping out of the tent with your camping gear on, which consists of some generic camouflage wear that your father used to wear when he used to go hunting with his friends, you quickly get to work cooking breakfast.
>It’s nothing special, what with your cooking capabilities being similar to that of a shoe, but the oatmeal still looks good enough when you finish topping it off.
>The air is crisp, with just enough chill of winter biting at your exposed flesh to remind you of the months to come.
>It’s due to snow in the next couple of weeks, but that hasn’t deterred your group at all.
>It’s only the start of October, and snow usually doesn’t start to fall around here until the beginning of November.
>Just when you’re about to light up another fag, however, you can hear the gentle sounds of people stirring from sleep.
>Namely the sound of Dash groaning, which is followed by slew of popping joints.
>She eventually pops out of her and Singsong’s tent about ten minutes later, herself wearing the usual.

>>30444667
>Grizzly and Singsong probably loved the shit out of the tightness of it all, but you were always made uncomfortable as hell whenever she decided to dress “casually”.
>Always with the yoga pants, always…
>Not that you’ve ever sexualized other people, far from it, but to look at Dash in that light?
>Hell, it’d be like trying to look at mom’s ass and going, “OOOO YEEE, DAS IT MANG!”
>Shaking the thoughts away, you give the young woman a small wave and a tired smile.
“Sleep well?”
>She makes her way over towards the campfire before beginning to do some aerobic stretches, no doubt for her whole “soccer thing.”
>”Ugh, it was like sleeping on a bed of nails, Non, like, you would think that it’d be a bit comfortable with, ya’know, a sleeping bag under you?”
>A rather manlike groan escapes her lips, a staple from the young woman when in anger or distress.
>”But, noooooo, everything hurts!”
>Chuckling, you busy yourself by making her a plate of the good goop.
“Eh, you’ll get used to it, trust me on that one, just keep on at it.”
>When she finally finishes her stretches, she takes a seat beside you on the log.
>”Thanks, Non.”
>Soon enough, though, Grizzly and Singsong are birthed from their tents, the two even more worse for wear than last night.
>They do take to the food with a smile, though, so that’s a small victory.
>While the group is busying themselves with that, you take initiative and begin to pack up your tent, setting Grizzly’s stuff outside and in a little pile as you go about your task.
>You’ve gotten pretty good at this, what with all the old trips you used to take Em Dash on to Hurricane Hill while teaching him about wildlife and letting him get inspiration from the sights for his writing.
>The tent is down within twenty minutes and packed neatly away in it’s bag, of which is now joined up with the rest of your bags.

>>30444679
>The thing’s more than a bit heavy, sure, but a man doesn’t get strong through doing nothing.
>...But now’s not the time for moving camp, the fuckers are just getting done eating.
>Collecting up the dirty wares and whatnot used for eating, you head off in the direction of the creak, returning only ten minutes later with an armful of clean utensils and plates.
>Your watch tells you that it’s barely eight.
“Alright, little ones, let’s get a move on, haven’t got all day.”
>They all obey without protest, each grateful for the easy start to the morning, though that’s come at a cost.
>You’re more or less tuckered out at this point, and you’re running low on cancer sticks.
>Today’s going to be a long da—
>”Hey’o, little dude!”

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>>30444688
Hey, all ya'll Anons, sorry about the length of this update and it not having the usual prim or polish I usually put into it, but, as I've read on threads here before, content is content, r-right? I'll definitely be moving the story forward more in the next couple of updates, and I'm sorry if this all seems shoddy and moving away from the main prompt. I feel as if I've a terrible habit of that.

Pasty—https://pastebin.com/yN7NS0Xd

Until next time, you glorious bastards.

>>30442590
>the entire school is a haven for female rapists
>the staff
>the student body
>even the people in the local government who oversee the school's performance
>all females raping males and getting away with it

Holy shit. Somebody write this please.

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>>30444736
>>30444633
>>30443525
>>30442590
>>30442024
>>30441933
>>30441933
>>30441916
I'm about to disappoint you, you degenerates
get ready.

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>>30444816
So much for teasing, my computer shat the bed and Shut down when I hadn't saved the god damn story

>>30444875
Holy shit, that's awful.
Give us a plot summary.

>>30444875
at least you kept your word about dissapointing anon

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>>30444888
KEK

>>30444875
I know your pain, my friend. I know your pain so fucking hard.

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>>30444875
>Not using Google Docs
>Current year

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>>30444885
>>30444888
>>30444914
>>30444928
>>30444967
Eh, I guess I'll try again tomorrow then

>>30445228
Godspeed, you brave man.

>>30446195
Someone's going to jail

all I really want from this thread is having rarity receiving a hug.

>>30446864
That'd be nice

>>30447473
>tfw you'll never hold rarity in your arms while she stops wrestling and holds on to you digging her fingers in your shirt and cries how much she misses her friends.

>>30447783
I want this... i want this so bad now

>>30446195
>Babs convinces the CMC to try out bullying
>On you
>They like it

>>30437961
fukc yuo goyim

>>30437910
>>30437910

>"Howdy, cousin Applejack!"
>"Hello to you too!"
>They share a hug
>"Who's your company?"
>"Oh,these fellas? They're mah friends! Eagle, and Raptor"
>You awkwardly look at your possibly long lost twin sister
"Pleased to meet you."
>It wouldn't be that awkwsrd, had you not scratched your chin and looked away.
>And you blushed as well
>"Me....too." she says, while fidgeting her hair
>Rainbow Dash just raised her eyebrow in reply
>"Well, happy to meet you two. Ah hope you enjoy yer stay here" AJ says, shaking your hands
>"These two, ya'll probably know by now. Twilight, and Rainbow Dash."
>You did just meet her, but you'd expect Rainbow to be at least "hyperactive", as some of your classmate said
>And with the look on Eagle's face, he's probably thinking of the same thing
>You all sit down as Twilight shuffles some papers
"So, Twilight, you're the ES Coordinator, right?"
>"Hmm? Well, isn't that why we're here?" she says, followed by a short giggle
"Oh. Of course..."
>Ok you're really blushing now
>"I was hoping we could discuss for a little longer, but because of....certain cirumstances, we're gonna have to cut it short"
>"And also, the fact that the only time we could find this day is after school's over so...sorry!"
"It's fine, really."
>"Allright then. I'll begin"

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Damn breakfast cockblocking muh greentext

>>30449301

>"So the program's main focus is on culture, yes?"
"Yeah. Mainly, Heritage and Sports."
"Falcon here is the the representative for Heritage, and Eagle, Sports."
>Eagle points two thumbs at him with a gesture saying 'That's me!'
>Rainbow Dash smirks and raises an eyebrow
>"So Eagle, i heard you're the captain of every sports team?"
>"Yeah. And if i'm correct, you're not he only one who's an all campus captain."
>"Heh. Right. But not that i'm tooting my own horn here, but just to make it clear, i'm for boh male and female teams."
>"Uh-huh..."
>"You?"
>"Just boys, duh...it'd be really weird if i'm with the girl teams...
>Rainbow snickers
>"Touche."
>"Well, Raptor, looks like these two would go along well."
"Indeed."
>"How about you two, Applejack?"
>"We've got ourselves covered before the program began."
>"We sorta started plannin' the moment the program was announced."
"Sounds great!"
>You look back at Twilight.
>"Right, now that we're all in touch with each other, i'll discuss the major details..."
>About 2 hours has passed, after agreeing on some activities to be done.
>Before you two groups part ways, you suddenly remember Hornet's situation.
"Oh yeah...Twilight?"
>"Yeah? What is it?"
"Does CHS have a...bullying problem?"
>The three girls went silent.
>"Our friend got beaten up." said Eagle, switching to a more serious look.
>"Well..."
>She fidgets for a moment, and looks at a terrified-looking Rainbow Dash
>"....girls?"
>Applejack looks worried, and places her hands on Rainbow Dash
>Twilight then speaks up
>"Excuse us for a moment, boys."
>They went outside, and talked for a bit.

>>30449623

>Be Twilight
>After a lengthy and rather fun discussion with the boys, you didn't expect Raptor to ask about the school's bullying problem
>You don't know what to say.
>True, they seem like good people, but you just met them
>You don't know if they could handle this situation
>But after months of constant harrassment by Anon and his thugs to you and your friends, you want to ask someone for help
>The faculty will dissmiss it, since Anon has a clean record
>And if someone tells them, he always has a plan to make them not tell the faculty
>Same can be said for Principal Celestia
>What's more, is Rainbow Dash
>The moment he hears word that you told someone, he'll send the video to the whole campus
>Or something else worse
>You look at Rainbow Dash
>She looks scared
>You look at Applejack
>She places her hand on RD's shoulder
>They look at each other
>Rainbow Dash then takes a deep breath, and nods. She now looks determined.
>Feeling a bit confident, you excuse yourselves from the boys, and head out the diner
>You immediately cut to the chase
"So, should we tell them?"
>Rainbow Dash and Applejack looked a bit reluctant, then Rainbow spoke up
>"They are from a well-known school. And if they're best students they sent here for the program, i guess i could trust them."
>"But what about A(y)non?" asked AJ
>"That's a different problem..."
>You girls fell silent for a moment
>And then you thought of something
"I guess we should tell them the problem, but we might not have to tell the full detail".
"Is that allright for you, Rainbow Dash?"
>"....yeah. Sounds good."
>You three nod altogether as a sign of approval, and you three head back inside

>>30450284

>Be Raptor
>As the girls talked outside, you three waited
>Eagle looks a bit concerned with the girls after seeing them react to your question about bullying in CHS
>Later on, they return inside, and sit down.
"Hey, girls... sorry if i bothered you..."
>"N-no, it's allright, Raptor" says Twi
>"After all, this is actually something we'd want to talk to someone about"
>Applejack speaks up
>"So, who did Aynon beat up?"
"Hornet. He's Falcon's assistant with the Heritage subject, he's under Cuisine."
>"That would make him Pinkie Pie's partner then."
"Pinkie Pie? Well, looks like they've met."
>"How so?"
"She helped him get to the clinic."
"And he talked about her. A lot."
>"Ah see."
"But the thing is, he wasn't exactly their target. He mentioned them picking up on a girl named, Derpy."
>Rainbow Dash quickly stood up
>"THEY BULLIED DERPY?!"
"Y-yes?"
>"How DARE they!! She isn't doing anything wrong at all! She could be a klutz sometimes but she's....she's too nice to be bullied! Damn that asshole..."
>"Rainbow, watch yer language!"
>"I'm sorry Applejack, but...they just can't do that! They just can't!"
>Twilight sighed, and placed her hand on Rainbow Dash's shoulder
>She looks back at you three
>"As you can see, Anonymous has caused a lot of us students trouble."
>"And even worse is that he's got, 'fans' who got influenced by him and started bullying as well."
>"Fortunately, those guys we can take care of, but Anonymous...he's different."
>"He's so good at getting away from being caught, that his school record is clean, to the point where the faculty would dismiss reports of him bullying as hearsay."
"Why don't you just tell the principal then?"
>"We can't."
>"Well why not?" Eagle says, getting a bit crossed
>Rainbow Dash replies "Let's just say that Anon has figured out ways to keep would be tattletales quiet."
>"Some of them get really, really personal."
>She sits back down, crossing her arms, and looks out the window
>"And i like to keep it that way

>>30450607
nice work man, really appreciate your contribution

>>30450728

Thanks man :D

>>30450607

>"...and i like to keep it that way..."
>You could certainly tell that this Anon did something to her
>The three of you had the same good idea of not discussing that further
>Falcon speaks up
>"We understand. But we could at least do something to help."
>"Are you sure? I mean, we've already caused you enough trouble as it is."
>"S'allright."
"If the faculty won't manage it, then we'll confront him ourselves."
>"I like that idea." says Eagle "Maybe scare him a little bit."
>"If you know what i mean."
>Twilight shakes her head
>"We'd like him to be taught a lesson, but i sincerely condone violence."
>Applejack nods her head
>"Yeah, as much as ah want to do the same, i don't think it's the right way."
>Eagle sighs "Fair enough."
>Twilight looks at you
>"What idea do you have in mind?"
"....haven't got the slightest clue. But we'll think of something."
>Falcon pats your back
>"After all, one of this program's goal is to get both AA and CHS students to help each other out."
"Yeah. But right now, to keep the bad mood off, let's just focus on the ESP*, allright?
>"Sure! And...thanks for the offer."
"No problem."
>After the conversation, the two groups seperated, and went on your ways
>Eagle kept looking back at them, almost as if checking that someone isn't following them
>"What got you up all tight in a sudden, Eagle?" asked Falcon
>"Huh? Nothing...it's just about the girls. Can't keep my mind off that bully."
>"What's his name again? Anonymous Middle Class Last of Us?"
>"Ah, who cares. If he lays a hand on them, i'll talk to him myself."
"Whatever you say, man."

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I'm gonna have a short break from this story. The incest bread is killing me

>>30450883
Also, i've thought of a title for this story:
"Saga of Anon the Bully"

>>30450900
>Saga
For some reason I imagine it's gonna get dbz now

The Anon writing the country boy anonxRarity story in the previous thread here. Sorry about not posting anything for the past couple days. I've been busy. Will continue tomorrow if wanted to.

>>30451546
Dewit.

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Alright.
Here we go

>Anonymous is not a very nice person
>He’s a what some colloquially refer to as ‘a piece of shit’
>In his eyes; anyone who thought things could be nice or positive in any way was delusional
>therefore inferior
>The administrative staff running the school were cuckolds to him
>As teacher were practically schmucks
>and his peers were losers who were too unaware of themselves to make their own choices
>sheep all of them
>what they seemed to know; however, was that he wasn’t very nice to them
>everyone agreed
>even Anonymous himself
>and he held pride in it (in a way)
>He was a rebel
>With a cause and purpose
>It was him against the world
>a world where things ran best for those who knew how to take advantage of their situation, and at the expense of those who believed in playing by the rules the system kept intentionally broken
>So broken seemed this world to Anon in fact, that any more damage dealt could only do more good than bad
>He had a special disdain for authority figures and rules themselves
>His motto: Fuck this system, and everyone compliant to it
>Needless to say, he found it difficult to take serious heed in anyone’s’ opinion on him
>They just couldn’t see the bigger picture. He thought
>Anything that were to happen to them was merely their well deserved undoing
>Like so many clueless underclassmen had been robbed of their parents hard earned money given to them to buy lunch with
>Naturally, Anon’s retort to his victims was:
”Flamboyant little faggots like you tend to be the go-to trust fund for folks like me. Grow a pair if you can, son”
>To him all the bad that befell unto these idiots was nothing more than their choice, and they were too cowardly to take action

>>30451974
>Always so nonchalant, so cynical: in the way he addressed them, in the way he so casually dragged them through the floor when they were most vulnerable, when they were being predated upon
>His treatment of those susceptible to his physical might and cruelty was as much a problem to them as it was to those who supposedly had the means to stop him
>The teachers had plenty trouble with Anonymous simply being listed in their period roster, greater trouble yet was his presence in their classrooms
>When he decided to be part of class, that is
>He certainly had the capability to produce homework, visualize the teaching material, and even exercise thought, but never cooperate
>He didn’t want to cooperate
>He didn’t need to
>Most teachers and administrating staff agreed that he had no place in Canterlot High
>That he had no place in society at all
>Some of them thought of him as a misguided youth that was lost to the hubris of society
>very few thought he could change for the better
>But there was little they could do for him, or about him
>All they saw in him was spite
>Surprisingly, teachers and other staff were the person he hated more
>He demonstrated a particular hate for the least malicious of people
>Those who never seemed to suffer
>The fragile
>Some were constantly tortured out of their smiles, until they found no joy in such things or eventually driven from the face of the campus
>Anon’s victims were traditionally male and younger than him
>naive ones
>Some students however, took notice a recent change in behavior
>he had been appearing quite frequently around one of these poor souls
>Very much more tame and focused than they had ever seen him behave
>Perhaps because it was a girl
>maybe he liked her
>It seemed ironic to them, even tragic to others given Anonymous’s reputation
>How different from Anon she actually was
>How innocent

>>30451982
I know its not much especially in comparison to what I already had prepared
but boy am I glad I actually lost the original draft
It actually gave me some leeway to reconsider my execution, and I think it’s a bit better than how I originally did it
Of course, I actually crammed way more into draft one than in here, but the quality in this one is significantly better
hope you niggas like the premise

>>30407795
does tying her up count as bullying?

>>30452268
And misogyny REEEEEE

Bumpin'

So, how long until Rarity gets kisses?

>10
Im out

>>30452012
its interesting, im willing to give it a go

>>30415823
You sir. Have made my day with this.

[Thank you]

>>30454561
Same

>>30452268
A kind of bullying!

>>30457344
Nothing buy bumps today
Hoping for some updates soon, though

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>>30444709
>tfw no updates in a minute
I'm new to these stories, how frequently should I expect this man to update?

>>30458214
>>30458556
It is a holiday, so that probably factors in

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What ever happened to tiny and his green
https://pastebin.com/3A5h3SRH

Bully victims are for hand holding

>>30459111
Trips don't lie

>>30459111
Can Anon even legally hold Rarity's hand?

>>30458556
Will have an update done later today, would have it out sooner but I have to head out soon for Navy business. As a norm, I'd say every two to three days for an update.

>>30460267
Sounds cool boss, thanks

>>30460267
Waitin

>>30462083
Do you have any green to share while we wait for Stlat to post?
I really want more green from Anons

>>30462149
Greens in general or bully greens specifically?

>>30460267
Thanks for the update by the way
really looking forward to getting back to Rarara segments

>>30462149
If you're looking for general green, there's a whole general green going on >>30457439

Not to mention all the CYOA's and shit.

>>30444688
>Shiiiieeeeet.
>Turning, you offer the teal man a wave.
>”Sorry about my peeps last night busting in like that, but you know how it goes…”
>He points at himself with a smug smile, pearly whites showing.
>”Parents gotta’ protect the goods, ya’ know?”
>This… No, wait, he’s dead ass serious.
“Pffft, you wish, gayboy.”
>Taking a load off on a campfire beside the campfire, you yawn into your hand.
>”Oh, what, you think I’m not great, just like all the others?”
>The dramatic pose he takes gets a chuckle out of you, but not much else.
>”When will the world realize the beauty of mua, the beauty that is Zephyr Breeze?”
>You shrug at this, seeming to get why this guy usually gets such good spots at CHS’ theater program.
>He genuinely sounded like a faggot during that, as opposed to the funny egotist he was last night.
>”But, uh, little dude?”
>You look up at this.
>”My old folks are going to get going pretty soon, we’re heading up towards Hurricane Hill a bit early, what with us having Flutter Butter around and all.”
>...
>Processing.
>Processing…
>No items match your search.
“Flutter Butter?”
>He waves this off dismissively.
>”My little sis, the yellow string bean? About yay high, antisocial, got pink hair like some anime chick, ring a bell?”
>It takes you a moment of staring, but a lopsided smile soon forms on your face before a chuckle escapes your lips.
>Smacking him on the shoulder, you nod at him.
“Yeah, I remember her… but we’re also heading up to the hill soon as these fuckers get packed, so maybe we’ll see you there later?”
>Zephyr gives out a smile before offering a high five goodbye.
>”Sounds like a plan, and maybe we can pick up where we left off when it’s time to make s'mores?”
>There’s a lopsided smile from the man, one in which you can’t help but return.
“No promises, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that it’s tempting as all hell.”

>>30463938
>You make to stand before slapping his hand.
“C’ya later, gayboy.”
>A light chuckle escapes you both as he slaps you on the ass upon hearing your nickname.
>”You know it, little dude.”
>And, with that, he leaves off back towards his own camp.
>As he walks off, though, you can’t force yourself to remove that small smirk on your face.
>Man, what a faggot.
>...
>......
>Needless to say, the day is filled with dread.
>Sure, it’s supposed to be a nice, calming Saturday and all, but you’re left dreading your return to the place.
>Canterlot High, why must you exist?
“Oh, Opalescence, what is a lady to do?”
>The little angel, bless her heart, purrs just a bit more into your scratching hand.
>Nodding, you take a moment to yawn and snuggle the little ball of fluff further.
>She’s one of the few things that can reliably keep your mind off of it all.
>This is one of your more recent hobbies, sad to say.
>Sitting in your room, locked up with Opalescence, the lights off and flat screen playing favorite shows of old on repeat.
>There’s a bit of a disturbance in the usual white noise that comes from said flat screen, though, and so you open an eye to see what’s the matter.
>’Are you still watching Hamta—’
>”Hey, Rarity!”
“WAHAHAHA!”
>Starting with a jump, you kick off the sheets and make an attempt at standing…
>Your feet get caught on the comforter, and the rest is history.
>A groan escapes you as you rub a sore forearm while grovelling on the carpet, though a little giggle coming from in front of the television draws your attention.
>Slowly standing, your eye the young gremlin warily with hands now on your hips.
“Sweetie Belle, what have I told you about sneaking into my room?”
>There’s a moment of silence as she taps her lips for a moment, genuinely trying to remember.
>”That it’s not very nice, and that a lady should always knock first?”

>>30463943
>You raise a brow at her, expecting her happy demeanor to fall when she realizes that she has slipped up…
>And you wait…
>And wait…
>A groan escapes you for the umpteenth time.
>Breathe in, breathe out, Rarity...
>Putting on a smile, you make your way over to her, those green eyes looking up at you with genuine joy.
>It gives you a vicarious bit of happiness, and so you lean down and pinch at her cheeks.
“And just what does my wittle Schweetie Bewwe want from Wawity?”
>She giggles at this, which you find out to be infectious.
>Sweetie Belle is the one of the few people who can get a smile to remain on your face for more than thirty seconds, and you’re infinitely grateful for it… or, at least when she actually cares to act like a proper lady in training.
>You let go of her precious cheeks before gently running a hand through her beautiful hair, of which may or may not make you subconsciously jealous.
>”I’m bored!”
>Placing a hand back on your hip, you gently tap at your chin before looking off to the side, eyes searching for an answer.
>You already know what you’re going to do, but that inquisitive look in Sweetie’s eyes is just too cute to pass up.
“Well, can’t have that now, can we?”
>Picking up the covers from off the ground, you gently pat at the comforter.
>You pout when you realize that Opalescence has left, your that thought quickly leaves your mind when you see Sweetie clambering up and onto the bed before wrapping herself into a cocoon of blankets.
>The smile on her face is enough to make every worry in your mind melt away.
>Giggling and booping her on the nose, you begin to make your way out of the room.
“I’ll be back presently with some popcorn, Sweetie, do feel free to start the next episode.”
>At least you’ve got Sweetie.
>She may be a bit… childish at times, but you’d be lying if you were to say that you don’t love her to death.

>>30463951
>...
>......
>Is… is she gone?
>Waiting a moment longer, you scramble out of the bed and take a peek out of the closed door.
>...The coast is clear!
>Smiling wide, you scuttle towards the nightstand before grabbing the brick of a phone.
“Ehrm… Pyramid shape and then into the top left…?”
>A few tries later, and you’re in.
>Grinning, you make your way back onto the bed and wrap yourself in the covers to the point which the only light you can see is from the phone.
>Sure, mom and dad may have bought her lie, but not you.
>You’re smarter than them.
>You know boys and girls can’t be just friends!
>...Or, at least that’s what Scootaloo says.
>Shrugging, you open up the contacts list and begin to scour for… whatever Rarity said his name at dinner was.
>...
>......
>It’s kind of amazing, really.
>You’ve had your tent already set up and gear stowed away for a good ten minutes already, and yet the rest of the gang is still recovering from the day’s journey.
>Hell, it wasn’t even that bad.
>You expect better out of Dash at the very least, what with her wanting to be captain of the soccer team and all.
>Checking your phone, you confirm two things.
>One, that you’ve still got no bars.
>Two, that it’s no later than nine.
“Well, fuck this, ain’t waiting all day.”
>Plopping in a smoke and grabbing the rifle from beside your seat, of which was a very comfy rock, you make your way towards the edge of camp before calling out.
“I’m heading out to the hill, should be five minutes north of here if any’a ya’ wanna’ follow. Should be a pretty good sight tonight, would recommend it.”
>You’re met with a series of shrugs and noncommittal grunts, to which you shake your head at.
>And with that do you take your leave from the exhausted trio of tards, flashlight in hand as you idly hope to see Zephyr again.
>Hopefully he hasn’t smoked it all without you.

>>30463957
>...
>......
>This…
>This is nice.
>Far better than nice, in fact, as it’s probably the most relaxed you’ve been in weeks.
>You and Sweetie are completely rapt in the show, your hands lovingly fixing her hair and removing knots all the while.
>You two used to always watch this program together when it used to air.
>It was her favorite show, and you were often tempted to say the same.
>”Boss and Bijou sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!”
>Two sets of giggles erupt from the ensuing chaos on the screen, memories coming back of a better time.
>A time where you didn’t dread weekdays and actually had friends to talk to everyday.
>Sighing, you slowly cease your fixing of Sweetie’s hair and rest your head atop hers.
>A totem pole of marshmallows, as a certain someone would put it.
>Humming, you pull her into a semi-tight hug.
>She seizes up at that, which makes you look down at her with a worried eye.
“What’s a matter, Sweetie?”
>Her hands dart down, followed by a familiar ‘click.’
>”Nothing!”
>Slowly tightening your hold on her, you force her to meet your eyes before replying.
“Sweetie, what do you have in your hands?”
>...
>......
>As was expected, the sight from Hurricane Hill is fucking beautiful.
>A full moon lights up the sky like no other, giving off a sight that all but demands your immediate attention.
>You stand there for… God knows how long, staring up at the moon and remembering days past at this very location.
>Sucks that Em Dash isn’t here to pester you about some bullshit-nonsense idea he has for his latest story, though.
>Man do you miss that little shit.
>Shrugging, you make your way up to the crest of the hill, taking your time all the while.
>You take a moment to sit down on the crest with legs dangling over the edge, not really caring about the untimely death that would certainly come if you shifted a foot in just the wrong direction.

>>30463957
>Hopefully he hasn’t smoked it all without you.

hehe, sonds like Zephyr alright

>>30463965
>You chuck a nearby rock off the cliff, and, as expected, you’re unable to hear it hit the bottom.
>The scene is really too much for words, as Em Dash once said.
>Can’t really put into words the gentle breeze on your face, the grass between your hands, or the breathtaking sight of the the full moon.
>Maybe you can try calling mom again, see if she’ll pick up this time?
>Eh, it’ll probably be two rings before being sent to voicemail again, but here’s to hoping!
>Your somber thoughts, however, are soon interrupted by the sound of merriment and boisterous laughs off to your right.
>Glancing over your shoulder, you can just barely make out a few warm bodies huddled around a large campfire, of which is accompanied by a large camper van.
>You can already make out the sound of Zephyr’s boisterous voice, but you can’t really be bothered to pay too much attention to that.
>Just before you, some fifteen feet away to the right, sits someone that you’ve nearly forgotten about, someone whose face is only illuminated by the cigarette placed firmly between her lips and the moonlight from above.
>It’s a bit of a hard face to make out at this range, but you’re able make out two details
>There’s a familiar aviator’s coat and purple-tipped hair, of which makes your mind run rampant with sudden memories of the woman.
>No two ways about it, that’s—
*BZZT*
>The fuck?
*BZZT*
*BZZT*
*BZZT*

>>30463980

>Alright, phone, ya’ can fuck right off now, thank ya’ kindly.
>Pulling out the thing and setting it to silent, you sit there for a moment, staring at the piece of metal and plastic.
>Seven new messages.
>All from a new number.
>Wait, speaking of which...
>Incoming call from 602…...
>Blinking, you spare another glance at the former acquaintance to your right, only to see that her eyes are now locked firmly on yours.
>She makes to stand from her impromptu seat over the ledge, and it’s then when you feel a pang of panic.
>Accept the potential call from God knows who, or do you go and call out to the friend from days long since past?