Alone in Equestria Girls Verse #16: Derpy Derp Edition

We need more Derp love.

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Smug Dachshund condemns your sexualization of horses.

>>30481500
Does that look like a hors to you?

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I like the smell of a new thread

>>30481477
I love the smell of a fresh thread with fresher dubs.
>>30481500
And I applaud you on your ability to confuse smug with squinting from nearsightedness.

DeathGrippedAnon story check, sorry it came in so late.
>>30481963

And the last YFNAnon update check.
>>30482063

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>>30481477
>ywn being an outcast with Derps.
Juat kill me senpai

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>>30482534
No

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>>30481477
From the pastebin: http://pastebin.com/L7sgqV8k

>Sombra didn’t need to tell you twice.
>Your blade came out as your mind raced to come up with a plan.
>Were they really going to use fire in the maze? That seemed stupidly risky.
>The blaze could easily get out of control in the heat of fighting and spread beyond the gardens.
>Sombra would avoid getting penalized by The Church, right?
>You got your answer when the mare closest to you standing about 15 feet away stopped before taking a deep breath.
>Your nerves began to tingle, and you emulate Saber’s maneuver from earlier, cutting a new path into the maze.
>A much smaller, rougher cut than hers, but enough of a hole for you to flee into as the foliage catches ablaze around you.
>”No, you fools! You’re going to set the whole maze on fire!”
>You didn’t stop to look back and see if the mares listen.
>With speed not quite yet your own, you dash down the path of the maze.
>You need to put distance between you and the mares.
>Taking on all of them at the same time would be tantamount to suicide.
>The sounds of hooves behind you hitting the earth and quickly closing in draw an end to that line of thought.
>Holy shit, they are FAST.
>You turn a sharp corner, hoping that maybe it might slow them down by at least a bit.
>You don’t even hear the hooves miss a beat.
>Okay, running isn’t a real option here then.
>...Stand and fight then.
>Your mind racing, you wait until the sounds are almost upon you before turning and slashing with Saber’s sword.
>A warm spray of blood hits your face as it slices a deep gash into the horse’s chest
>But the horse can’t, or won’t, stop.
>She crashes into you, sending both of you tumbling to the ground.
>The wind being knocked out of you might have slowed your reaction time, but Saber’s training had done wonders in that regard.
>Luckily so, as you barely managed to rip your blade up to the mare’s throat before it’s head jutted out to bite your shoulder.

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>>30482612
>Even as your blade sinks into it’s neck and strikes bone, the monster still chomps closer towards you.
>It’s fervor was admirable, if not horrifying as more of it’s blood dripped onto your chest as it did.
>Still, you could feel it’s attempts growing slightly weaker.
>It’s strength was lower than Saber’s, but still far stronger than she should have been.
>If you could just keep this up, you could-
>Clopping sounds grab your attention.
>From the other direction you had come from.
>Another one had found you.
>Panicking, you dug the blade deeper and deeper, trying to end the life of the mare atop you swiftly.
>It just kept trying to wrestle it’s way forward as the sound of the other one closed in.
>No, there was no way!
>You were not about to become horse food!
>You kicked your circuits into high gear, letting them spin faster and faster.
>However, it was too slow. Too many distractions kept you from getting to the speed you needed.
>You felt the beast inhale as the air behind you warmed.
>Incineration then, huh?
>Guess they like cooked meals.
>You braced yourself as the fire washed over you.
>Harmlessly.
>Like, you could feel the unbearable heat but the actually flames did not touch your skin.
>You don’t let your confusion slow you down as you muster all the strength you can and dive your sword deeper.
>Finally, you feel a snap in the mare’s effort as it slowly goes limp over you.
>The pressure of it’s weight was almost unbearable, and you barely manage to toss it to the side to avoid it crushing you.
>What you didn’t avoid was the bite from the other mare.
>It’s large teeth dug deep into your left shoulder, disjointing bone as it went.
>You cry out and start stabbing wildly and blindly, just trying to keep it from doing anymore damage.
>The mare, to your surprise, takes a stab before retreating, jumping back and watching you carefully.

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>>30482616
>Your eyesight shakes from pain and blood loss.
>What was it doing?
>The other one had killed itself trying to get a bite on you.
>Why did it retreat once it had succeeded?
>You stand up, readying your weapon against the incoming charge.
>But it never comes.
>It seems more than content to just watch you from the distance.
>...Watch you bleed out before it.
>It was watching you weaken.
>The first one had been crazed, so you thought the beasts beyond reason.
>But it was obvious now.
>They may be reckless, but they were hunters.
>Not unlike other carrion feeders with poisonous bites.
>...Shit, you really hope it wasn’t poisonous.
>Taking stock of the situation, you try to find what hope you can.
>Your left arm was numb, but it was still on. And you could still make a fist.
>One of the mares was dead.
>It’s slightly charred skin was a good sign, and gave you an idea.
>And judging from the intermittent ground shakes, Saber was still alive.
>Finally, the horse was bleeding too. Not as much as you.
>But it was a start.
>You lunged foward to test your theory that the mare was avoiding you.
>The moment your muscles tense, she hops a small distance away.
>Barely out of your striking range.
>Another lunge.
>This time, a good deal out of your striking range.
>No doubt about it, this horse was smart.
>After just one attack, it adapted to the distance you could cover with a lunge.
>...or so she thought.
>You had been holding back, partly out of conserving yourself.
>But partially because if she was as clever as a human, she could be tricked like a human.
>This time, you jumped forward with all the strength you could muster.
>The mare moved, but not enough.
>Colada strikes true, cutting deeper into her chest.
>Your heart swells at the victory but you draw back to avoid any possible counter attack.

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>>30482622
>With a wound like that, there was a chance that the mare might bleed out first.
>Her dead eyes refocused on you, and it’s muscles tensed.
>She knew it too.
>So she would go back on the offensive.
>It moved at blinding speed this time, far faster than the other mare had acted.
>A speed difficult to track, but not impossible.
>You duck to the side and repeat the hedge-cutting trick, avoiding head on collision at all costs.
>It could probably dive through the hedge with that strength, but it would have to do so blindly.
>Either that, or follow the path you took.
>You steady yourself, ready to lash out at any sudden movement from the opening while also readying your circuits.
>It barrels through the a separate part of the hedge and you let loose the spell.
>A concentrated beam of fire flew forth, the laser searing the monster’s skin.
>It howled in pain, but drove itself forward.
>A second beam struck home into one of her legs, causing a misstep in her charge.
>All the opening you needed to go for the kill.
>You move your body to the side of the stumbling leg before charging forward yourself, taking Colada into both hands.
>The mare’s head goes over you as you bury the sword into her chest up to the hilt.
>Your left arm screams in protest as the mare’s weight falls on you, causing you to have to drop the sword as the monster collapsed to the ground.
>You move to retrieve the sword, but something connects with the back of your head.
>Your body freezes, your eyes turned to the group to see the object that connected with you.
>A small blue crystal, the size of a marble at most.
>A slow clap follows.
>”A much better performance than I expected. However, the mares did their job well enough by getting you to drop your sword.”
>Sombra’s voice crawled it’s way into your ears as your spirits dropped.

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>>30482624
>”Come on now, Saber! I expected more bravery from one of your caliber!”
>Diomedes thrashes at you, once again not connecting as you steer clear of his hands.
>The Mad King of Thrace. What a bothersome Rider.
>From what you had seen, he barely WAS a rider.
>Certainly, he was the owner of horses of legend...But he did not ride them.
>You couldn’t be certain he even had them.
>Maybe they were part of a reality marble, or at least tied to his noble phantasm?
>In the meantime, you found a different problem to contend with.
“I have pride in my abilities, but I’d rather not find myself in the grip of someone who wrestled with the mighty Heracles.”
>”Some upstart brat comes to MY kingdom to take my mares and I end up bastardized in history! Such is the way of the world, my dear king.”
>You move to object, to remind him that he was demonized for his feeding of strangers or prisoners to his mares, but he continued.
>”You should understand such regrets well. You have a fondly remembered place in history, but how you were treated in life...criminal.”
>Your grip on your sword tightened.
“I know not what you mean. I have no regrets from my past life, save that it ended before my work was done.”
>Diomedes crossed his arms, eyes narrowing at you.
>”You claim that, but I can’t possibly see how. Until you took things into your own hands, your loyalty was constantly spat on.”
“Rider...”
>You warn him, but he just smiles.
>”Forgive me, but I have to know, ‘El Campeador’...Did Alfonso ever apologize?”
>Bile built up in the back of your throat, but you kept yourself from carelessly lashing out.
“There was no need. I betrayed his trust. That was the reason for my exile.”
>”We both know that’s not true.”
“I am curious HOW you know that’s not true-”
>”Well, I suppose it worked out for the best. In the end, you got to be king! And among your people, you are remembered as a true hero!”

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>>30482625
>You frown, slightly confused.
“I do not understand your aim, here. Why the flattery?”
>”It’s hardly flattery if it’s fact, is it not? Am I not allowed to state my admiration of one who virtuously struggles through life?”
“...I suppose not. Still, seems fairly strange timing.”
>”In this war, I have only gotten to meet two other servants. And that lightning boy barely said a word. Excuse me for enjoying the rare chance to converse with someone of my station.”
>He punctuated his statement by tossing a rock at you with that ridiculous strength of his.
>You barely manage to meet the stone with your blade, crumbling it to pieces.
>”There. I attacked you. Is that better? May we continue with conversing, because I actually had a few more questions to ask-”
“Rider. If you do not start to take this more seriously, I’m going to kill you. There are more lives at stake here beyond my own. I can’t waste time with you.”
>There’s a moment of silence before Diomedes sighs, dropping into a low stance and picking up more rubble.
>”So be it, then. If you will not amuse me, then I will grind you up for my mares. Goodbye, El Cid. Your war ends here.”
>He spoke with a certainty that set you on edge, but you stood your ground.
>For the past few moments, before he had decided to talk, you had been observing his style.
>To be frank, he had none. His movements were wild, grabbing the closest object he could and swinging with it.
>As opposed to Lancer’s careful controlled movements, Rider acted like he didn’t value his own life.
>His strength was still a major issue, however. If he managed a solid grip on anything, you were doomed.
>This kept you from capitalizing on mistakes. Fear of reprisal meant you could only get a hit in if there was no chance for a counter attack.
>Or...if you could fell him in a single strike.

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>>30482627
>He began to move again, but stopped himself as your sword erupted with flame.
>”Oh?”
>You barely heard him over the flame’s roar.
>Tizona, the Firebrand. Slayer of the Unworthy.
>The king retained his speed, meaning he was fighting you honestly.
>But you were certain that he would not be able to protect himself from it’s righteous blaze.
“This is the end, Mad King of Thrace. Come at me with all of your strength!”
>The light from your sword cast striking shadows across Diomedes’ face, hiding his eyes as he charged ahead with a crazed grin.
>And then, he vanished.
>Into thin air.
“...What...?”
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>”Honestly, I was just hoping they would kill you. But dropping your magic resistance was more than worth it.”
“And here I thought we had a deal. You gonna let Sunset go, or not?”
>Your mouth still worked, for some reason.
>Typical Sombra, an absolute sucker for banter.
>”Oh, I’ll let her go. Apparently, she already knows about the magic world in some capacity, so there’s really no need.”
>He laughs, stepping into your view with both the yellow crystal from before and a new, blue crystal.
“Those are a lot more potent than I remember them being. Guess all those years of being a shut in paid off.”
>”This? This isn’t even HALF of what my crystals are capable of!”
>As he started to speak, you felt for your circuits.
>They still had flow. So it was only paralysis of the body.
>”I have grown so much since back then, Anonymous. While you tossed your potential to the side, I rose to new heights!”
>A glint in the moonlight caught your eye in the distance.
>What was that? It looked familiar...
>”To be perfectly honest, I’ve outgrown you...But I never managed to move beyond you.”
“Aw, does Sombra have a little crush on me?”
>You teased, drawing out a sneer as you tried to get a better view at that glint in the corner of your eye.

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>>30482630
>”I’m going to kill you, Anonymous.”
>Sombra’s voice was filled with such honest hatred it brought even you to a pause.
>”I’ve bested you. You’ve tossed aside the association. There’s no more meaning to your continued existence.”
“If you really think that, then I was right all those years ago. There really is no hope for you.”
>He reached out and grabbed your shirt, bringing your head into an upright position along with it.
>”How?! How can you still think that? I’ve won! The only servant of note will soon begone! The Grail is as good as mine!”
>You smirked.
“You think that Saber is the strongest servant in the war? Trust me, even if I die here...You won’t win.”
>”What do you mean?”
>You enjoyed the look on Sombra’s face for a brief moment.
>Utter rage, puzzlement, then pain.
>Wait, pain?
>Before you had a chance to register it, a flash of silver in the night blinked behind Sombra.
>A blade emerged from his chest, having stabbed him in through back.
>”Wh- What?!”
>He ripped out the blade, but another flew at him as he did so.
>It struck his other hand, causing both of his crystals to fall to the ground.
>You felt freedom return to your body, and you dashed for Colada.
>”Rider!”
>Sombra screamed, his hand aglow with the use of his command seal.
>The scene before you shifted as Sombra’s servant appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
>You brandished your weapon, ripping it from the mare’s corpse and leveling it at them.
>Rider calmly looked to his mare before sending you a glare that gave you shivers.
>”You did that, boy? I do not take kindly to peasants soiling my possessions.”
>Shit, were you going to have to waste another command seal to have Saber save you?!
>Another sword flew out from the distance, but Rider moved swiftly and caught it before it connected to a wheezing Sombra.

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>>30482635
>He crumpled the sword with a single hand before Sombra spoke.
>”He has...allies...need to leave....finish the project...”
>Rider’s face scrunched in disappointment.
>”You sure we have not time to kill at least this one? Saber will be upon in a moment, no doubt.”
>”If...I die, you die...”
>”Fair enough.”
>Rider leaned down and picked Sombra up, slinging him over his shoulder.
>You managed to take a step forward to move to stop them before freezing as Rider twisted his head to you.
>”This isn’t over, kid. I’ll take back the price of my mare in blood before the war is over.”
>You felt a chill creep down your spine as Rider leapt out of the maze, far longer and farther than any servant you had seen jump before.
>You dropped to the ground, clutching your shoulder with a pained gasp.
>Someone begins to approach you, and you smirk as you recognize them and the swords she was carrying.
“I thought you said you weren’t getting involved?
>”Are you seriously complaining? Looked like you were in a bit of a bind to me.”
”...Fair enough.”
>You try to shrug at Starlight before getting another reminder of your injury.
“Why is it always the shoulder?”
>”That looks pretty bad. We should get you back to-”
“No, not yet. Sunset. We need to see if she’s alright.”
>You stood back up, your breathing back if a little labored, and lifted your sword to cut a path to the center.
>A blur of movement and similar hedge destruction revealed Saber, who quickly grabbed onto you.
>”Master, are you hurt?!”
“YES, Jesus let go!”
>Saber released you, looking at her right hand now covered in blood.
>”I’m sorry, Anon. It didn’t strike me that Rider vanished with the use of a command seal until...God, I thought I might have been too late.”
“You can thank Glimmer for that. The summoning and the reason they fled.
>You frowned.
>You wanted this to be over tonight, but of course you wouldn’t be that lucky.

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>>30482643
>Soon, you found yourself at the hut.
>Outside was a pacing Trixie, her hand resting at the base of her neck as she did so.
>Relief flooded you.
>So they were able to keep her safe.
>Assassin being left to watch over Sunset had concerned you, but it looks like there was going to be a silver lining to this mess.
>”Anonymous! You’re...alright!”
>Trixie greets you, though she pauses when she notices your shoulder.
“I’ll be fine, you know I’ve had worse.”
>You lied. You were fairly certain the mare’s bite had crushed some part of your bone.
>The pain was agonizing, but you could push through it until Daring could take care of it.
“Is...Sunset?”
>”She’s fine. There was a slight complication, but Caster-”
>”Assassin fled, despite my best efforts.”
>The low tone of Caster interrupted, his form appearing before you.
>”I had been hoping to restrain use of my power, but such an opportunity could not be passed up. Especially considering her skills.”
>You breath a sigh of relief.
“Well, at least Sunset is safe. We can worry about dismantling Sombra and Chrysalis later.”
>Caster and Trixie look at each other with a strange expression.
“...What?”
>”Well, about Chrysalis...Uh, we ran into something strange.”
>”Indeed. I believe you should see this with your own eyes, master Anonymous.”
>Something happened? Something about Chrysalis?
>Caster opened the door to the shed, gesturing for you to go inside.
>You do so.
>For a moment, you think that your eyesight is blurring from pain again.
>On the far side of the room, Assassin’s webs still lay after her death.
>Sunset was inside it with her mouth covered, but her eyes widen upon seeing you.
>That, however, was not what caused your mouth to drop dumbfounded.
>Next to her, also covered in webs in a similar manner...
>Was Chrysalis.
>And she looked PISSED.

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>>30482645
That's all for today.

Next time, what the fuck Chrysalis?!

Also, for Fate fans. As it turns out, I was way behind on my upcoming fate anime knowledge!

Right now, Fate/Apocrypha just started airing. I like what was shown so far, and it's a Grail War with 14 servants.

Later in the year, Fate/Grand Order is getting an anime. I have no idea what to expect from that, but Scáthach is in it so I'm hopeful.

And next year, Fate/Extra is getting an anime! So we finally get to see Saber Red animated beyond Carnival Phantasm!

It's looking to be a pretty good year to be a Fate fan.

>>30482671
That all sounds like utter gibberish spewed by some crackhead, fucking hell.

Not bashing by the way, I'm not reading your green simply because it's anime and I wouldn't understand most of it. Also it's a rabbit hole I'd rather stay away from

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>>30482645
Oh shit

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>>30482630
>"To be perfectly honest, I've outgrown you...But I never managed to move beyond you."
AnonXSombra when?

no homo of course.

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Why are the geodes circles now?

Are there any good Derpy greens?

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>>30485568
Shit, didn't notice that

Thrash metal anon green when?

>>30481477
rape.

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>>30486120
>rape

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>>30485698
Damynorb has a few

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>>30486254

>>30485568
Twilight and Sunset mucked about with them?

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>>30486254

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>>30482671
Thanks for the update m80

>>30486254
kek

>>30482643
That's a nice Glim pic.

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>>30482645
>Tied up angry Chrysalis
Ohh weee, it must be my birthday!
>>30482671
It truly is a good time to be a Fate fan
Thank you for the fun update btw, I'm ecstatic about your return!

>>30490368

>>30488158
>>30486788
>>30486411
>>30486254
Are they good?

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>>30491233
Wort wort wort

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>>30491253
I really don't to read them now, the fuck?

>>30491318
10 seconds in and you'll know what you got yourself into.

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>>30491429
>you watch as a genital wart drops onto the floor

>>30491538
That's when I dropped it.

>>30491538
>>30491546
Kek. Oh, and if you happen to find some non-disgusting green about derpy, lemme know. It's been a while since I read some stuff about her.

>>30491751
Agreed the Derps deserves more love.

>>30491793
>>30491751
Where is damygnorb anyway?

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>>30486254
>>30486411
>>30486788

>>30492307
Dunno. I've pretty much been lurking just for YFN's story, haven't paid any attention to damynorb or the others

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>>30492449
>not reading the others

>>30482071
Thanks for the story check, really need to take more time proofreading the fucking thing, lol.

>>30492665
I read A Witcher in Canterlot and loved it. Coulda used some more downtime in between the action I felt, but it was great. I started on Deathgrips story but stopped when I realized there wasn't all that much there; since he's updating now, I'll probably get got up in another update or so. Tried to get into Technomancer Anon but I just wasn't feeling it. Can't really nail down why.

>>30492698
Probably cause it's a bit slow. I'm talking about the technomancer by the way.
Also finished reading deaths story yesterday, just patiently waiting for more now.

>>30492724
Maybe that's why. I might give it another try soon.

I keep hoping to see AxiiAnon back in here or in one of the other threads I lurk writing some new green.

>>30492811
I'm hoping he updates soon, he always seems to come back at random times.
And I'm sure Axii is still lurking here, if I remember right he said he might come back here with new green.

>>30493438
Yeah I asked a while back and I think he said he was working on a few things. Probably just brainstorming plot points and stuff like that though

>>30493487
Pretty much.

>>30493849
Speak of the devil! How's it going, dude?

>>30493897
Good; at this point its more of finding time to write so I'm not committing to any timeframe other than vagueness.

>>30493937
You writing for this thread?

>>30493967
Maybe...

>>30493982
Welp, eagerly awaiting it then.

>>30492680
Its fine, its what I do here.
>>30493982
Axii is the based Godfather of ALiEqG. I rememeber the pic you showed us when you said you had a story idea. What does Bobby from King of the Hill have to do with the Cell Games?

>>30492698
>>30492724
It takes him a long time to update, and its usually once every second thread, or maybe too or three times a thread before taking even longer to post again. And he hasn't showed off the technomancy powers yet, so the big super revel isn't done, so far he's just been building up Sombra's goons getting ready to take over the Robot Wars.

>>30495340
>I rememeber the pic you showed us when you said you had a story idea. What does Bobby from King of the Hill have to do with the Cell Games?

Absolutely nothing. Was just an image I wanted to add to a post for the hell of it.

>>30495641
Fait enough.

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>>30482645
>Tied up Chrysalis
NAYAA I INVOKE YOU

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>>30496100
Same

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Cute hoers reporting in

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Continued from: https://pastebin.com/LLukQs1V

>Regaining your regular senses once more you feel your mind ease back into your body
>Along with the feeling of suddenly jerking from one vessel to the next you get the normal post-vision headache
>However, through the mental pain there’s only one thing on your mind
“That was me; the person we saw that through was me…”
>Indigo slams the table surface with both palms
>”What was that Zecora!?”
>Zecora’s face is stone still as she peers deeply into the pool like mirror table
>With a screech of the chair against concrete Indigo stands
>”You said your visions were always right yea?”
>She did, and they should be
>You’ve done your research on her
>Besides coming from a long line of shaman, you’ve confirmed her visions with your own eyes
>Several times you’ve seen events play out exactly as foreseen during the summer no matter what you did to try and alter them
>You were beginning to wonder if they’re absolute predictions, but if they are…
>Then you don’t know what to say about this deviation
>Was it a fluke, or…
>The silence in the room is deafening as you try to work out what you’ve seen
>Snapping back and forth between you and Zecora Indigo points to the mirror
>”If that’s so, then why did we just see what we did!?”
>She massages both her temples before pointing to Zecora
>”Why are YOU missing an arm all of a sudden, and where are Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet!?”
>You don’t want to assume the worst, but given Lemon Zest’s detached nature…
>You can’t help but think the worst
>Pointing to her eye she seems to be getting more and more distraught
>”Why didn’t I have a scar over my eye anymore!?”
>She seems just about ready to start tearing her hair out or smashing something in anger

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>>30498428
>”Even that green guy, Anon or whatever, even he was with someone else!”
>Indigo points to you as you stare into your own reflection
>”Unless I’m remembering another dolled up diva that looks just like her that was in the crowd at that New Year’s party!”
>She’s not, you saw it clearly
>Whoever was currently, engaging, with Anon was definitely not this Rarity
>You may not know their names or faces well, but you distinctly remember someone being a bit over dressed in the New Year’s party crowd
>Not to mention that whoever you were seeing through didn’t have white skin
>Pacing in a line Indigo tries to calm down
>She however fails to do so as her eyes dart back to you and Zecora
>”How are you two so calm when EVERYTHING has changed!?”
>Less calm, and more flabbergasted
>Though she’s right, you better step up and calm her down
“It’s not as though we expected this, quite the opposite actually.”
>Both their gazes snap to you as you steadily get up
>”So what happened?”
>Scratching your chin multiple thoughts on to what you just saw run through your head, but all of them really only reach the same hypothesis
>Something happened that changed the future
“I don’t know, but whatever it is caused a ripple to change everything.”
>The ripples in the mirror seem to stand out even more as you look to them in a vain attempt to garner answers
“Whatever it is, it can’t possibly be good…”
>You can’t even imagine what could cause such a ripple in time
>Until now, you thought time was unalterable
>Perhaps it has something to do with the black moon?
>Indigo seems to have gotten a bit of a hold on herself now that you’re speaking as she leans over the mirror table supported by the flat of her palms
>With a steady gaze leveled at you and Zecora she says the million dollar question
>”So then, what do we do about this?”
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>>30498432
>This place seems nice
>Can’t help but notice how at odds it is with the prison look the rest of the place has
>Though peering out the large window on the door you can see what looks to be school hallways
>Odd
>Turning your attention back to the boy in the corner you assume is Anon
>Your memory might be a bit hazy, but you’re pretty sure that’s his 6 year old self
>He even has the cute chubby cheeks from back then!
>You feel the urge to rush over and pinch him rise in your stomach just at the sight of him
>It seems like at any moment he look up and say hello to his big sister Lulu!
>Letting out a sigh you cherish the memory
>It seems like such a long time ago now
>You’ve almost forgotten about it yourself, but seeing the mini-Anon seems to have brought up a few old memories
>Thinking about them though make you feel just a bit worse with the state of things outside this little bubble
>How, until last Friday, Anon had treated you as strangers
>Makes you wonder if…
>Shaking your head you refocus on the task at hand
>Need to find a way through that gate
>Giving a cursory glance around the room you don’t see anything you think could help you right now
>Everything seems to be slightly detailed, but ultimately closer inspection reveals gibberish and squiggles written where words should be
>Well, on everything except the READ poster
>Perhaps Anon had a soft spot for Ice Cube?
>Looks as though the only thing you can do right now is talk to the young Anon
>Walking up you prepare yourself for anything
>Just because he’s small and cute doesn’t mean he’ll act like a, wait is he coloring?
>Standing a little away from him you get a closer look at his artwork

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>>30498434
>It looks to be two stick figures standing around a table
>The shorter blue one has rainbow hair while larger green one has on an apron
>How adorable!
>The green one even has a chef hat on as he puts a plate on the table!
>As you internally coo over the small Anon’s childish work of art you feel a sudden faintness
>Furrowing your brow you rub your temple before a sudden flash assaults your eyes
>Almost like an aggressive force entering your mind, all your senses seem to be overtaken
>You can hear a sizzle and smell cooked meat as you open an oven
>The scent of fresh toast tickles your nose as you press bacon between pieces of paper towel
>With a faint aroma of orange in the air as you sit at the table you squeeze your eyes shut before realizing you’re back in the elementary room standing above Anon
>Rubbing your eyes you wonder if that was a bit of the dream leaking into wherever you are
>However it doesn’t seem like it as your surroundings stay the same
>Well, that was certainly something
>You don’t know how to accurately describe what, but it was something
>Perhaps you should just ask tiny Anon?
>Stepping behind the little tyke you tap him on the shoulder
“What are you drawing little one?”
>Without stopping his doodling he answers matter-of-factly
>”Stuff.”
>How, esoteric
>Placing a hand on a miniature chair you pull it out slightly before stopping
“Do you mind if I sit next to you?”
>Giving an uninterested answer he continues diligently filling out his work of art
>”Sure.”
>With as much grace as you can manage you huddle as comfortably as you can on the plastic stool
>You wonder if he responds in one word answers because he’s busy or because he was designed to
>There’s an easy way to figure out

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>>30498442
>Looking at a few of the other pictures scattered around him you pick one at random off the table
“Do you like to draw a lot?”
>You brace yourself for another assault on your senses as you further examine the picture you picked up, but nothing happens
>Well, you do feel a bit warmer
>As if you had a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you
>The picture itself seems to be a crude representation of the top of someone’s head as they hug someone
>Quite odd
>You’re brought out of your inspection of the art by Anon’s childish voice
>”I guess so; I like it better than homework.”
>You can’t help but smile as he looks up from his crayon with a scrunched up face
>”Teacher says I don’t have to do homework if I draw.”
>You nod while placing the paper back where it was
“A good reason to draw as any.”
>He grunts before going back to work on his drawing
>He seems to have given it more detail
>Instead of just a table it now looks like the beginnings of a kitchen
>You quickly look away before anything else happens instead focusing on his head
>You don’t seem to be getting anywhere in the “figuring out what these drawings are” line of questioning
>Perhaps you should go about a roundabout way of asking?
>You scan over the pictures taking note of a few interesting ones
>Those being; one that seems to be a hoodie with ominous green eyes in its black hood drawn face, another depicting what you think is a caped wizard laughing, and finally one with another odd face with bright white eyes
>Just skimming over the first picture makes the hairs on your neck stand on end, while the second one makes you feel warm, but inside this time
>The final picture fills you with a sense of calm

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>>30498444
>You think you’re beginning to put together what these pictures are, but you’re not sure
“Do you have any more drawings?”
>Anon looks up from his paper before pointing to the book shelf behind him
>”I put them in binders for later, you can look if you want.”
>And look you shall
>Getting up from the stool you saunter over to the bookshelf
>It’s packed to the brim with different colored binders
>None of them marked though
>Deciding to take one from the lower shelf you set it down on the small hutch beside you
>Inspecting the front reveals it doesn’t have any labels as well
>Flipping open to a random page you’re met with a simplistic rendition of what you’re pretty sure is a weight room
>As you inspect the drawing you feel an alien sensation wash over you once more
>The pungent stench of sweat permeates the air as you feel a weight pressing down on your chest
>The sight of a loaded barbell raising and lowering enters your vision before the sound of rustling metal plates
>Due to the explosive movement of your arms they rattle in place with each rep
>It’s as you rack that you hear music begin to seep into your ears
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sh_T1aR0yTo
>Relief washes through you as you sit up
>You’re alone in the weight room
>Reaching for your trusty water bottle you glug down a mouthful of water before a smile tugs at your lips
>Everything will be ok
>You can already feel your chest and arms straining from a long day’s effort, but you feel incredible
>This, this is something you can do
>This is something you will do
>Wiping the sweat from your brow you get up to load on more weight
>Just you weight, you’ll be the strongest in no time
>A chuckle escapes your smile as you grab the tens

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>>30498445
>In a blink of your eyes you come back to your senses once more
>So that’s how it is…
>You look back down at the crayon rendition
>If all these binders lining the shelf are filled with images like this, well you’re pretty sure you know what they are
>Even after reliving the memory you feel the slight afterglow of a good workout within you
>This must be an especially good memory…
>Closing the binder and sliding it back into place you look over the bookshelf one more time
>It only takes a moment, but you notice the binders all begin to change
>Some look more rough and bland, while others, particularly the ones near the top right, look vibrant with bright colors
>You suppose it’d be hard to think of the past week or so as plain
>It’s as your eyes skim the rest of the bookshelf that you notice something out of place
>Besides a couple of holes in the wall of binders there appear to be, dvd cases?
>Picking one of them up you try to see if it’s labeled in any way
>The only label is on a piece of masking tape adorned with “YYH S1”
>YYH?
>You have no idea what that could stand for
>As you turn over the otherwise blank case in your hand Anon speaks up
>”Do you wanna watch cartoons with me too?”
>Slightly startled by the sudden noise you hug the case to your chest tightly before composing yourself
>Turning around you can see the visible excitement on his face as he hopefully stares at you
>You almost answer him before you realize something first
“Have you watched cartoons with someone else?”
>He nods before turning around fully in his chair
>”Mhmm, a big kid sometimes likes to watch them with me, and a funny guy has been watching them all the time!”
>A big kid and a funny guy?
>”The funny guy even watches them until I go home sometimes!”

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>>30498452
>The mystery man stays until Anon leaves?
>That seems rather, peculiar, to say the least
>Resting a hand on your hip you ask
“Do you know the funny man’s name?”
>Scratching his head Anon smiles suddenly
>”Yea, Doritos, wait, Dairy Queen, no, donut hole!”
>Well, that’s something you definitely only remember now that he’s said it
>The boy couldn’t remember anyone’s name unless he was saying all the time
>You still remember being called big sis Tuna for the longest time
>He seems to realize his failing as his cute little face scrunches up
>”Sorry, he brings snacks a lot…”
>You can’t help but feel a little like dotting on him when he’s like that
>Crouching down you offer up a reassuring smile as you pat him on the shoulder
“That’s alright; I suppose you’re hungry aren’t you?”
>Looking away he shrugs
>”Only when I see him have so many snacks, but he shares em so I guess it’s ok.”
>You nod before scratching your chin
>So he ddoesn’t know the name of one of two entities that visit him, but you know that the funny one seems to have copious amounts of snacks and likes watching cartoons with Anon
>Perhaps he’s the fellow leaving wrappers outside?
>Though that does leave you with one more question
“Do you happen to know the big kid’s name?”
>His eyes light up as he smiles a wide toothy grin
>”Mhmm, his name is easy to remember!”
>The urge to pinch his puffy cheeks is growing once more, but you manage to keep it in check
“Is that so?”
>He nods with several grunts of confirmation
>”Yep, because he shares my name!”
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And that’s it for today! Was going to update tomorrow, but I couldn’t sleep so here ya go!
I’m gonna try to sleep some more before the festivities begin later tonight. Might try writing while slouched, so look forward to that if I manage to write something even mildly entertaining, or worse, better than usual.
Also quick thanks to >>30482074 once more
And to answer your first question, kinda but no
Anyways, I’ll see ya all later!

>>30498455
Not that guy, but do you mean no that ending wasn't scrapped, or no we're not getting that ending?

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>>30498442
>That pic
Aww

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>>30498455
>>"Yep, because he shares my name!"
Negro what the fuck?

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>>30500106
Nani?

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>>30498455
HOL' UP

Bamp

>>30482612
Good to have you back m8
>The sounds of hooves behind you hitting the earth and quickly closing in draw an end to that line of thought.
draws*
>>30482645
Unf, poor wittle tied up Chrysalis, oh the humanity if Anon plays with her.

>>30502143

>>30504225

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>>30502942
I have forgotten about this pic.
Neat.

>>30504992

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>>30498442
>“What are you drawing little one?”
>>Without stopping his doodling he answers matter-of-factly
>>”Stuff.”
>>How, esoteric
I shouldn't have laughed that hard

>>30508326
page 4 bump.

Now do you see how retarded you are?

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>>30509048
>complaining over keeping the thread alive

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W-Where are you SciAnon?

>>30510015
He gone anon, he wont come back

>>30510015
Norman Normalson thread tier dead.

>>30510653
What happened to that thread? I always heard bits about it but never went there.

>>30510741
They created a pool of autism so concentrated that it sucked away all potential autism on the board, then when the pool reached critical mass, the writers quit out of embarrassment for what they helped create. To this day none of the writefags from that dead general have written again. Fingerbang is turning into it now, so they will die soonish, I know its not reliable, but they are the most stubborn thread on the board. So it may take awhile.

>>30510777
>they will die soonish
Doubt it, they've had at least three writefags post in there since beginning of this week, and the place has picked up speed since June.

>>30510777
>>30511262
Do you mean fingerbang?

>>30511449
Yup. So far in the current thread that's up they got FSoY, NaOH and a new one called JustSomeAnon writing a story about Twilight being Hannibal Lecter. There were a couple of other writefags too but they didn't post anything in a week. Either way that general is staying well afloat.

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>>30511934
>Story about Twilight being Hannibal Lecter.
Unf

>>30511934
I started reading the hannibal one, pretty good so far.
I agree, it's still going well, but with the discord and drama it's just not really good anymore.
Also don't we have a writefag that used to write for fingerbang?

>>30513126
>drama
What drama? I haven't seen anything, but I've only been back for maybe a month or so.

>>30481477
So I have an unfinished green that I'd like to finish and I can't seem to find any threads that are close to the subject matter except for this. Anon in EqGverse as a monster hunter. Would that be acceptable content here?

>>30513446
I don't see why not, as long as it fits the prompt. We could use another writer.

>>30513217
Cant be bothered going through it all. The past few months seem to be alright, but there was loafs of drama. I guess they'll hit 250 threads then slowly fade.

>>30513558
>>30513446
>>30513638
Also this. We've already had a witcher anon, so yeah do it. Would like to see what you have.

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>>30513126
>drama
Wot. Last time I checked the thread was pretty chill.

>Also don't we have a writefag that used to write for fingerbang?
Yeah, I think is Damynorb

>>30513446
Sure. Go ahead m8.

>>30513638
Fingerbang has been drama central since 2013 or 2014 it's really not out of the ordinary there. The only difference now is that they expelled most of their former shitposters.

>>30513446
That would be cool
Are you Captain Anon?

>>30513446
>>30514838
Fuck, meant Sargent Anon.
>>30513674
Yup, good ol Damy writes here now.

>>30513558
>>30513648
>>30513674
>>30514838
>>30514847
Since everyone seems to agree, I'll go for it. To sum up what happened from the start, Anon was on a date with Rarity. It went well and they parted ways for the night. Anon then left Manehattan and drove to Bahhston to meet a very famous baseball player, Rainbow Dash, who he ended up taking out to for some coffee that night. Over the next few days, he drives between the two, telling the other he has important work as a travelling sales representative. While not with either of them, he spends his time killing monsters that pop up in the area. To read the whole thing, the pastebin is https://pastebin.com/AXpxfVpq

>>30515573

>Your eyes shoot open.
>With a yell, you jump up from the seat and smash the cross against the window of your truck, cracking it.
>Your heart feels like it’s tearing a hole through your chest to escape.
>Your arm weighs a million pounds with all the sweat coating it.
>It trembles and weakens. It becomes so frail that your grip withers away and the cross falls from your hand, hitting the floor with a metallic thunk that echoes through the cab.
>Through the cracks in your window, you can see a few shocked pedestrians looking at you with eyes like dinner plates.
>You don’t even have the energy to mentally tell them off.
>You just turn on the truck and lay into the gas pedal.
>You have to get away from here.
>Have to escape from…
>Oh, who are you kidding?
>You could run your whole life, take on as many names as you want, change your face, change your clothes, become a whole new person...but you could never escape your memories.
>Those are going to follow you to the grave.
>After about a half hour of driving aimlessly, you happen across a relatively empty parking lot belonging to the Charlemane.
>Manehattan Branch is painted underneath the dimly glowing letters.
>Whatever, you’ll take it.
>You’re about to get out when the phone rings and scares you out of your own skin.
>Jesus, Anon. You need to calm down.
>You take the phone out of your pocket and check the caller ID.
>Your stomach sinks at the name.
“Oh my fucking god I’m going to hang him.”
>Didn’t fucking log your…
>You flip open the phone and press it to your ear.
>”Hello? Is this Paper Works Inc?”

>>30515575

>After a few minutes of angry driving in which you become the one running people off the road, you arrive on the scene.
>It’s a very large, very old Victorian style house.
>You can see the white paint, grey in some spots, peeling off the siding.
>Several wilting trees litter the dead yard. In their final moments, they drop leaves of golden yellow and fiery orange that add at least some color to the dull place.
>The whole thing looks it was pulled from a horror movie catalog.
>How fitting, you think, that you get called out to a place like this to kill a monster.
>Let’s see...gas leak?
>No, too obvious.
>They clearly don’t care about their yard enough to call a landscaper.
>You eyeball the house and note some holes in the rotted wood over the porch.
>Nosey neighbors complaining about the soffits. Perfect.
>You can’t very well pretend to be an inspector with a big duffle bag at your side.
>Better take the essentials.
>You pocket your handy dandy cross along with your lighter, a little wicker man, a bottle of holy water, and two hardboiled eggs.
>Pockets looking a bit bulky…
>Eh, fuck the eggs.
>Leaving those behind, you step out of your truck and walk up the broken concrete path to horror house.
>As you approach, the door opens.
>Out comes a tall fellow who quite frankly matches the house to a key.
>It’s so fucking perfect you’re almost tempted to walk away and leave them alone. Hell, you’re on vacation.
>The most dangerous job in the world can’t spare you the month of vacation time you’ve accumulated over the years?
“Hi there,” you shout to him.
>”Good afternoon, sir,” the man says in a heavy accent reminiscent of your typical spy movie villain.
“You from Bittain?”
>”It was the accent, wasn’t it?”
“Couldn’t miss it.”

>>30515582

>Now that you’re up the stairs and only a few feet away from him, you get a better feel for the gent.
>His skin is pale. Excessively so.
>”Let me guess. You’re here about the soffits.”
“How do you figure?”
>”I’ve had a few,” he pauses and lowers his eyes, sizing you up, “Inspectors come by before.”
“And they were all for the soffits?”
>”Nosey neighbors and all that.”
“Well, I think you’ll be pleased to know I’m not here about that.”
>”Oh?”
>His smile is throwing you off.
>It’s the kind of smile that’s not there, but at the same time it is.
>It’s just a slight curve at the sides of the lips that barely registers as emotion.
>There’s nothing there, yet it’s also carries an air of condescension.
>This is the kind of person who would beat you at poker once in high school and remind you about it on your deathbed.
“Actually, we’re redoing the water pipes for the entire street and need you to sign a few papers.”
>”I haven’t heard anything about that.”
“Well you are now. May I come inside?”
>”Funny. I’m usually the one asking that.”
>What’s so funny?
>Oh no, come inside? Did you find a gay monster?
>Those are the worst kind.
>The man steps aside, leaving the entryway open.
>You step in. The temperature suddenly drops several degrees from what it was outside.
>You reckon it’s close to 0 in here, but that’s not what sends a shiver down your spine.
>The entire place is...empty.
>Not one piece of furniture in the whole place.
>You look down every hall in sight, up the stairs, into the dining room down the way, and find absolutely nothing.
>There’s not even dust outlines that would imply there was ever furniture there to begin with.
>The door slams shut behind you, giving you a start.
>”Jumpy?”
>Alright, he’s starting to piss you off.

>>30515588

>The gent walks by you, his long brown coat dragging behind him on the floor.
“Not much for interior decorating, are you?”
>He’s not a house goblin. They’re hoarders.
>He also lacks the prideful aura of a werewolf.
>Besides, you’ve never met a gay werewolf.
>Could he be a changeling?
>No, he seems to smart for that.
>You’d have a much better idea if you could get his reflection.
>”I never really liked human furniture. Their houses, yes, but not the furniture.”
“Well, to each their ow--”
>You freeze in place.
>Oh fuck, he knows.
>”Ah, so you figured it out, did you?”
>What is this guy?
>Do you even have the right tools?
>He’s going to make his move any second now.
>If you could pull out your cross fast enough and get a glimpse of him in the reflection of the silver…
>Move for it slowly.
>”I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely forthcoming with you, Anonymous.”
>Did he just say your name?
>”But you haven’t been forthcoming with me, have you? It’s not very neighborly not to let someone know you intend on stabbing them in the heart.”
“How do you know who I am?”
>”I know much about you, young man. I suppose you might call me a bit of a fan. Oh, do you remember that town that was totally overrun with changelings a few years ago?”
“Fondly.”
>”I think you really came into your own back then, truly separating yourself from other Hunters. You know, not many would have been able to do what you did, especially the whole coming out alive part.”
“Who are you?”
>”My name is not important. What’s important is your mission.”
>Your mission?
>How enigmatic.
>You start moving for your cross again, very slowly and carefully as to not disturb what you can only assume are highly tuned ears.
>”Oh, you don’t have to bother with that. If you want to know what I am, you just have to ask.”
“Alright then. What are you?”
>”A vampire.”

>>30515592

>This isn’t how you planned on dying.
>”Oh goodness, listen to that heart go. Don’t worry, my boy. I’m not out to kill you.”
“Oh?”
>”Don’t get me wrong. I would certainly like to, young Anonymous. I can only imagine what your blood must taste like, spiced with hate and left to age in your tender body, growing more and more delectable by the day. The blood of happy folk is so sweet, like candy, but the kind of anger that fuels you has a much sharper, robust taste.”
“You know, hearing all of that really makes me doubt your earlier statement.”
>”My boy, if I wanted you dead, your heart would have stopped when you got out of your truck.”
>You feel your grip tighten on the cross.
>He could lunge at any second.
>Even on your best day, you doubt you could react fast enough to save your skin.
>Like this? There’s not a chance.
>All you can do is hope that a strategically placed cross will ward him off.
>”Now, I do believe I was in the process of mysteriously laying out clues to help you piece together a certain upcoming event.”
“Is it storytime? Because it really doesn’t feel like storytime without s’mores.”
>”Ah, how I do miss s’mores. Sorry to disappoint, my boy, but the only food I’ve got in this house are a few blood bags. Unless you’re particularly interested in branching out, I don’t think it would suit you.”
“Maybe another time.”
>”Maybe so. Right, as I was saying,” he says, gesturing to the floor.
>The man lowers himself down and rests his butt on the hardwood, crossing his legs like a kindergartener.
>Taking the hint, you also take a seat on the floor.
>During the motion, you bring the cross up to a midpoint between your chest and neck. You know, just to cover your bases.

>>30515599

>”I know you’re rather determined on dealing with those girls you’ve been chasing. What if I were to tell you I know someone who’s willing to do the dirty deed for you?”
“I’d ask where this person was so I could kill them.”
>He smiles and nods his head vigorously, shaking but not disturbing his thick, slicked back hair.
>”Just the answer I was hoping for. Yes, it wouldn’t be the same unless you did it, would it?”
“Get to the point.”
>”My point, Anonymous, is that you should keep your eyes open and pay very close attention to your surroundings, because that person I mentioned isn’t really a person.”
“They’re a monster.”
>”Not even that. Imagine a collective of monsters. A cult of sorts dedicated to the one singular goal of plunging the world into darkness.”
>You furrow your brow, unable to fully understand what’s going on here.
“First of all, why tell me? Isn’t darkness sort of your schtick?”
>”You humans are very dangerous prey. Never in the history of the world has the predator been so outclassed by its meal. That’s what I love about you all. The thrill of the hunt is what makes my unlife worthwhile.”
>He smiles and points to the cross in your sweaty grip.
>”The others aren’t quite so fond of it. You see, most of us don’t like the idea that our food could shove a piece of silver in our hearts.”
“You kind of deserve it though.”
>”Oh, most definitely, but that doesn’t change the point.”
>And what exactly is the point here?
>Furthermore, why tell you any of this?
>You’re just one human. One hunter.
>If this conspiracy is as large as he says, why not alert the whole organization?
>At least that way you could continue on with your own life.
>”As for why I’ve decided to talk to you in particular,” he starts again.
>How convenient.

>>30515605

>”Given the personal nature of your conflict, I believe that you alone will be entirely sufficient in thwarting their plans. After all, you can’t let someone else dispose of the girls when you still have to give them your peace of mind.”

>That doesn’t seem like a valid reason.
>You really should go to the organization with this.
>Although, if they find out, they’re going to send every hunter in to take care of it.
>If that happens, the chance that it’s you who kills the girls drops close to zero.
>That’s not a real issue though, is it?
>If things are as bad as he’s suggesting, the fate of humanity is more important than your grudge.
>You don’t tell them about this and you’re automatically the worst person on Earth.
>Right then, your phone begins to ring.
>The sudden noise shocks you out of your skin, but when the electric buzzing registers in your mind, you can calm down.
>Ha. Calm. In front of a vampire.
>You fish the device out of your pocket and look at the screen.
>From the extension, you know it’s work.
>This is your chance, Anon.
>”Aren’t you going to take that? It looks important.”
>Yeah, it does.
>After a few seconds of staring at the glowing numbers, you press the red X on the touchpad.
>Once silenced, you shove the phone back into your pocket.
“It’s rude to take calls in a meeting. Now tell me more about this conspiracy. Where can I find the monsters in charge?”
>The vampire grins ear to ear, showing off his thick and lengthy fangs.
>”Oh, I knew there was a reason I picked you.”
>For a split second, you can imagine them all at once in his place.
>Their eyes shine red just like on that night, only now the blood on their mouths is their own.
>Your stake is in their chests, piercing their hearts.
>When you blink, it’s all back to normal. The vampire, the same gentlemanly one that invited you in, sits there, smiling like a he just won the lottery.
>They’re yours. Yours and nobody else’s.

>>30515613

>”I can’t tell you too much right now, my boy, because even I have a schedule to keep. I’m afraid all I can let out is that you should be keeping an eye on the little guys.”
>The monster stands up and dusts his back off, throwing a cloud of dust into the air.
“That’s all I get?”
>”I will be in touch. Cheerio for now, young Anonymous.”
“Hey, wait. What’s your name?”
>His hands blacken and lose form, followed by the rest of him.
>The darkened parts become transparent, misty, and begin to float out of his clothes.
>The fabric drops to the floor anticlimactically as the cloud hovers towards you.
>It swirls around your head, getting nice and close to your ears.
>In a low voice, almost a whisper, you hear: “Call me ‘Proditor’.”
>Then it speeds off, finding a shut window and seeping out through the hairline cracks in the pane.
>It’s just you now, all alone in this big, empty house.
>Job well done?
>You hang your head and stand up, brushing yourself off much in the same way as “Proditor”.
>As if you didn’t have enough to think about, now all of this gets added onto your plate.
>The phone starts to ring again.
>Angrily, you whip it out and answer.
“What?”
>”Anonymous, I thought we talked about you declining my calls.”
“Get on with it,” you huff and start outside.
>”We have an emergency in Fillydelphia. You’re needed.”
“I’m busy.”
>”Not as busy as you would have to be to turn this down. Get moving now.”
“Listen here, Todd. I’m on vacation. Ask Jerry. Find someone else to clean up the mess. Got it?”
>”Watch your tone, young man.”
“Don’t call me again.”
>With that, you shut the phone and throw it onto the seat once your door is open.
>You climb into the truck and slam the door shut.
>As the engine roars to life, you lay your head against the steering wheel.
>This is just turning out wonderfully, isn’t it?

>>30515619

That was a mix of the last parts I had written before the hiatus and a few new parts written today. It feels nice getting back to this story. I did miss it, but I couldn't think of anywhere to post it. Things kept getting in the way too, but that should be behind me. Once again, the fully updated pastebin is https://pastebin.com/AXpxfVpq

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>>30515575
>Sea Urchin
>again

>>30515630
>Sea Urchin
Aw fuck yeah.

>>30515575
Not who I expected, but not unpleasant. Good to see you again.

>>30515630
Neat

>>30481477
penias bump

>>30515630
One of the most badass Anons. Glad to see the story back.

>>30515630
Just caught up, pretty interesting so far. Can't wait for more.

Really hoping this has a happier ending than Obsession, but who am I kidding.

>>30519698
What's that supposed to mean?

>>30520303
https://pastebin.com/5ECNnjxF

Bamp

>>30515619

>Well, it looks like it’s up to you to stop a bunch of monsters from taking over the world.
>How many? How many races? How long do you have?
>All mysteries.
>What you do know is that, whatever it is, you’re sorely underpowered for it.
>You know right damn well the box in your bed is empty, and there’s just a few essentials for smallfrys in the duffle bag next to you.
>Maybe you should fix that.
>After all, a small cross isn’t going to stop a horde of night terrors from ripping your throat out.
>Although one can of hairspray and a lighter can dispose of an entire changeling hive.
>That’s kind of fun.
>You throw the old girl in drive and head down the street, making it back into the urbanized area soon enough.
>The traffic is god awful, but thankfully nobody remembers you as the one who ran three red lights and almost pushed a prius off the road.
>They deserved it though.
>You come up to a small chain of stores and end up parking in front of a curio shop aptly named “The Curio Shop”.
>Hopping out of your truck, you approach the door and bend down to examine the doorknob.
>It seems normal enough, but what about the underside?
>You grab it and turn, pulling the bottom of the brass piece into view.
>Engraved in it is a small set of horns popping out of what looks like a shoddily drawn wooden stake.
>It’s barely visible and you wouldn’t have seen it if you hadn’t been looking, but it’s good enough.
>Pushing in, the hefty oak door slides smoothly across the cold carpet of the store.
>You’re hit with a wall of must and dust as if somebody had opened up all the oldest books in a crypt.

>>30521581

>They certainly have the right atmosphere.
>You close the door behind you and walk towards the front counter, ignoring the shelves of tomes and tiny knick knacks.
>Some green haired joker standing behind the register smiles and waves.
>”Welcome to the Curio Shop,” he says happily. “What can I help you with?”
“I need some tools. Printer’s jammed.”
>He takes the black beanie off his head and strokes his hair before setting it down on the counter.
>”Are you looking for a quiet fix?”
“It’s heavy duty.”
>”Hey, sis, can you take this guy in the back?”
>”I got this,” shouts an overly excited woman.
>The purple skinned girl pops out from behind a door a few feet away, waving eagerly.
>You can’t help but scoff inwardly at how cheery these two are.
>As long as they have what you need though, you guess there’s nothing to be upset about.
>Tapping on the counter, you start toward that chick and enter the room with her.
>It’s much different than the lobby.
>Everything looks much sturdier, for example.
>Out there, the tables look like they’d fall apart if you leaned on them.
>The ones in this concrete box could probably take a blow from a manticore.
>She shuts the door and spends the next handful of seconds setting several locks lining the frame, sending metallic clicks throughout the nearly empty room.
>”What do you want to see today?”
“Show me the big stuff.”
>She goes to the wall across from the door and presses against one of the grey bricks, sending it a foot into the wall.
>A whole section of masonry follows it soon after and pulls away, letting some soothing baby blue light flood the room.
>A little table extends from the hole, revealing a wide array of weaponry.
>First one foot, then four, then eight feet.
>Finally, several sets of legs just out from the bottom and prop the glass structure up.

>>30521587

>”As you can see, we have an extensive collection. I ask again, what are you looking for?”
>Your eyes pan over the collection.
>Most things look pretty futuristic, actually.
>You raise an eyebrow at the display and reach out for something that vaguely resembles a rifle.
>”Ah, the Tooter. You could hit a fly from a hundred yards with that. Not too strong though.”
“What is?”
>She takes the “Tooter” from you and sets it down gently.
>In its place, she gives you some big, burly, shimmering piece of machinery.
>”The Silver Buster is our strongest shotgun.”
“This is a shotgun?”
>”Modern design. She packs the biggest silver slugs you can fit in a gun without taking away the efficiency. Aim her at anything and it’s going down, even a high blood.”
>You grab the action and run it a few times.
>Smooth like glass.
”How’s the aim?”
>”Well, I’ll put it this way. You want crowds.”
“And what if I’m down to individuals?”
>”What sort?”
“Any sort.”
>”I’m sorry, I’m going to need to see your assignment log.”
“Don’t have one.”
>”Sir, I’m sure you know hunters need assignments before they can purchase weapons outside of their specified prey. If you want weapons for multiple monsters, I need to know you’re verified.”
>You sigh and take out your wallet, remove the ID, and flip it to the back.
>It’s nearly identical to your federal license, but there are a few extra details that make bring a gasp out of her.
>”You’re kidding. A hunter special class? In our little store?”
>A slight smile forms on her round and freckled face.
>”Have you ever been to Balein? What about Chineigh?”

>>30521597

>You eye the table again and pick up a few small, sludge green spheres.
“What are these?”
>”Fire charges. Strike them on any surface and you’ll incinerate anything within five feet, severely burn within ten. How many races have you fought? My brother used to be a sub class for a while. He only got called in on a parasprite infestation.”
“I’ll take these too.”
>”How does someone even become a special class? Do you have to start as standard and work your way up or is there some other course you have to take?”
“Got any flashes?”
>The woman nods and picks up something that looks like a suped-up potato launcher.
>”We call him the Flash. This guy fires small silver shells set on a timer. When the clock its zero, solar charges inside explode and send out a burst of light brighter than your average stun grenade. So have you killed any changelings before? A hive moved into the Everfree a few years ago. It ended up shutting down the camp my brother and I ran. That’s why we opened this shop.”
>You scoop up the nicest pieces she showed you and put them on that steel table in the corner.
“I need something personal. Show me your blades.”
>She presses a little red button on the end of the table.
>There’s a beep, and all the legs rise up to their previous position as it slides back into the wall.
>As the bricks return into their places, the woman opens another secret door, and much like before, another table appears.
>Instead of guns, these are all close range weapons.
>Now these you recognize.
“Jeez, I thought swords went out of fashion years ago.”
>”They’re making a comeback. What’s it like having global jurisdiction? Is it fun knowing you’re not tied to a region or do you miss the connection?”
>It’s all pretty basic, but two things do catch your eyes. Three depending on how you count them.
>The first is a cross.
>Your first one kind of got eaten, so all you have is the silver one in your jacket.

>>30521602

>You snatch the metal totem up and toss it over to your pile of weapons on the table.
>It hits a fire charge, causing you to cringe, but nothing happens thankfully.
>Or unthankfully. Aren’t those supposed to explode when struck?
“Hey, uh, do those--”
>”They jam sometimes.”
“You’re kidding me.”
>”It’s 60-40 sort of deal.”
“You know that’s kind of fucking important to tell someone before they buy them, right?”
>”We would have told you at checkout.”
>Sure.
>You roll your eyes and grab the other things that caught your eye.
>They’re leather bracers, but there’s a blade on the outer side of each and what looks like a barrel on the top.
>”Nice choice. Those are some of our top sellers.”
>She picks the other up and slides it on over her dainty arm.
>After strapping it, she makes a quick jerking motion.
>The curved blade on the side extends a few inches out and juts past her fist.
>This blade was carved by high pressure holy water and tempered in the sun for three days.
“So it’s for the big two.”
>”The blades are. This,” she says, pointing to the barrel atop the bracers, “Is for smaller races. It fires single bolts of rose wood soaked in goblin blood. If you can’t kill it then, the infection will soon enough.”
“Diabolical. I’ll take it.”
>She smiles and returns the glowing blue blade to its resting position, then adds the bracers to your purchases.
>”Will there be anything else today, Mr. Special Class?”
“That’ll do it.”
>”And who should I order the payment from?”
>You approach the goods and load everything into a spare sac handy beside the table.
>The canvas stretches with the weight, but doesn’t break.
“Anonymous.”

>>30521611

>You throw it that bag, plus another she hands you later claiming it’s full of ammunition, over your shoulder.
>”What are you going to do when you retire?”
“Retire?” you chuckle.
>”I want to go somewhere warm.”
>You shake your head as she begins to unlock the door.
>At the final click, you grab the knob and open it up.
“Nobody becomes a hunter expecting to live a long life.”
>With that, you exit back into the stuffy curio lobby.
>The orange man stands the counter, still smiling.
>You thought there was something odd about his grin when you came in.
>It seemed too real to be so, as if he were putting more effort into smiling than any happy person would have to.
>Now it makes sense. You can only imagine what he saw at that camp.
>If it was bad enough to drive him to joining this mad world...
>Before you leave the store, you make a stop at the register.
>”Find what you needed?”
“Your sister was a big help.”
>”She always knows what to say.”
>You place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze.
“A lot of shitty things happen in this world, bud. If you keep smiling like you’re denying something, they’ll only win.”
>”What?”
“You know it never stops hurting. What you lost doesn’t come back. That’s nothing to smile over, is it?”
>His grin wavers for a second.
“Don’t lie to yourself. If you do, you let them win. Never back down. Got it?”
>”I don’t,” his voice trails off.
>His eyes dart around the room, refusing to meet yours.
>”What’s this about?”
“Have a good one,” you answer and take your leave.

>>30521619

>The door slides across the carpet and closes behind you as you make it back to the chilling sidewalks.
>You fumble with the keys in your pocket and find the one for the bed box.
>Hopping into the bed, you insert and turn in the padlocks, then open the steel container.
>Since it’s empty, there should be plenty of room for your new to--holy hell!
>”Gruhhh,” moans some poor, decaying chap covered in bandages.
“Oh shit, I forgot you were in there.”
>”Uuung…”
>Oh fuck. You were supposed to leave him in California.
>That’s why the West Office keeps calling you.
>You thought they just wanted their shrunken heads back.
>”Hunnn…”
>His cracked, green skin barely covers a half missing set of yellow teeth.
>The smell coming off of him turns your stomach.
>At least he’s not leaking.
>”Mhhuuuuh…”
“Shut up.”
>You take your new cross out of the canvas bag and toss it onto the sod’s chest.
>It sizzles, eliciting another groan from him.
>With that settled, you set your bags down in the clear spot of the box where his legs would be if he had any.
“I’ll take care of you later. Just sit tight for now.”
>”Nnuuuh…”
>Yeah, you’re done with this conversation.
>You shut the box and close the padlocks lining the top.
>Ah, soundproofed steel containers are the best.

>>30521624

That's all for now. Everyone enjoying the green so far? I know it doesn't exactly follow the "anon alone in highschool" idea but it's not too far away either. Anyway, here's the fully updated pastebin for any dear readers who want to catch up on the story https://pastebin.com/AXpxfVpq

>>30521636
I'm liking it. It's like all the good from Supernatural without any of the shit drama. I'm really interested in Anons interactions with the girls, though; particularly Rarity.

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>>30521636
>mfw I need to catch up on another green

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>>30481477
guys, I just finished my first green of this thread, the witcher of canterlot, and I wanted to thank the writer

good job

>>30521735
Pretty much this

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>>30523199
Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

>>30523846
Saved cause of that smirk

>>30523640

>>30523020
>>30523640
>>30525327
That's not how you bump negros.

>>30523640
page nine aint fine

>>30521636
god dammit urchin, your going to hurt me with this story, aren't you?

>>30527190
That depends on what hurts you.

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>>30521624
So nobody actually followed the pastebin link, right? You all ignored it? Good. I maaaay have put the wrong paste in there. It's all fixed now so don't worry. Anybody who did read, keep your mouths shut. I'll fucking kill myself I swear to god. It'll be blood on your hands.

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>>30528383
What's the problem senpai?

>>30528383
You mean the start up and thoughts on how to write your story, no I don't think anyone read it, why? How did you fix it, I want to look at more cringe.

>>30530145

>>30531001
Bumpo

>>30531523
Y'all niggas don't know how to bump a thread

>>30532133
bump

Like this?

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>>30530145
>>30531001
>>30531523
That's not how you bump

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>>30534109
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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>>30534117
So something like this?

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>>30534133
He pulled an entire comic out of drawing the same picture marginally different 5 times.

>>30481477
>>30482643
>>30485568
>>30498428
>>30498432
>>30534133
>>30535054
ayy lmao

>>30535444
>come to an e1g thread
>make fun of eqg
why?

>>30521624

>You climb into the cab and start up the engine, then head off for a gas station.
>While filling your truck up, you let your mind wander on various topics.
>You’re not sure what sort of cult is looking for your girls, you are sure that it’d be better to stay by them than to run off to some dark little corner of the world.
>If they die while you’re gone, this is all for nothing.
>Since you need to stay near them, you need to either find a way to bring Rainbow Dash to Manehattan or take Rarity down to Bahhston.
>Of course, that also raises a huge problem.
>How do you keep two names as large as theirs from interacting?
>World famous fashion designer visits Bahhston would be all over the papers, just like Hall of Famer heading to the Big Pear.
>Even if you could do it on the down low and keep that out of the headlines, a city is still a city.
>Things are going so well now because they’re so far apart.
>If you shorten that distance to a few measly streets, you run the risk of them finding each other.
>Then everything falls apart.
>The gas meter clicks and the injector jostles in the slot.
>You remove the tool, hang it back on the post, and insert a few loose bills into the machine.
>Fucking highway robbers. Five bucks a gallon in this shithole city. Your truck doesn’t sip; she guzzles.
>What if you took Rarity down to Bahhston and faked a few large scale disasters?
>The police presence would be enough to keep her indoors.
>Rainbow Dash would be impressed that her man was ballsy enough to sneak out while the cops are razing the city.
>But then you end up leaving Rarity alone in a strange city surrounded by police.
>That’s bound to tank your chances with her.
>God damn it.
>As if to put even more of a damper on your mood, your phone starts to ring.
>You whip it out and glare at the screen.
>That no chin motherfucker.
>Digging your thumb between the flats, you flip the phone open and press it to your ear.

>>30536362

>”Hello,” comes a voice that would sound fitting for a trembling leaf on the breeze.
“Howdy.”
>”Is this Paper Works Inc.?”
“It sure is. Printer jammed?”
>”Yeah. It’s bad.”
“Can you describe the nature of the issue?” you ask as you climb into the Ram and pull out of the gas station.
>She, the woman on the other end of the phone, goes on about how ink keeps spraying everywhere and the paper won’t feed in.
“Yeah, ok, just tell me where you are.”
>”I’m in the new high rise across from Celes Tower, apartment 8041.”
>Celes Tower? Aw shit, that’s where Rarity lives.
>Right then, something else clicks in your head.
“An apartment complex? Has the infestation spread?”
>”The ink is everywhere,” she stammers.
>So that’s what that means.
>And you said infestation over the phone. You’re going to be getting a management call soon.
“Sit tight. I’ll be there soon,” you groan and shut the phone.
>Fuck, you really don’t want to be that close to Rarity while hunting.
>Hopefully she’s either out in the city or is held up inside.
>You take the fastest route to her place and park in the garage down the block.
>Having found the perfect place to tuck your truck away, you feel comfortable in leaving it this close to her.
>It’s nestled between a prius and a shady looking box van, so the only people that should be coming by here will be too high off their asses to recognize you or, in the off chance they find the pseudo corpse, question it.
>You pop the box and hold up a finger to the gent’s mouth.
>He glares at you, but contains his moans.

>>30536368

>You peel open the bag of weapons and take out the little bracers along with two fire charges and a solar shell.
>Your friend seems to be getting restless, so as you load the barrels of your bracers with the correct bolts, you say, “I know you’re mad, but bear with me here. It’s just another mont--”
>”Mmhhhh…”
“It’s just another month and then I’ll take you to California.”
>All loaded up.
>There’s also your cross in your jacket, so that’s handy.
“Now sit tight. I’ll be back.”
>After closing and locking the bed box, you cover the bracers with your jacket sleeves and make off for the job.
>Depending on how one sets up their priorities, this should be worth ignoring. After all, it’s one apartment building compared to the fate of the world.
>You’re supposed to watch the little guy though, and vague as that is, you should keep your options open.
>Except for options that lead to Fillydelphia.
>When you make it out onto the street, you flip the collar of your jacket up to try and hide your face in case Rarity, from her top floor apartment, might be looking down at the streets.
>The Luno building is close now. Just another hundred yards or so.
>Get in there, clear the infestation, and get out.
>Looking at it now, it’s not too tall. Only about twenty stories.
>Let’s just say it takes you ten minutes for a floor. You shouldn’t be in there for more than a few hours.
>And hey, it’s not so bad, you guess.
>You can clear this building, head by the drug store down the street to freshen up, and then surprise Rarity. Maybe you could go for another walk or take her to dinner.
>As long as she doesn’t see you beforehand, you’re golden.

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>>30536362
FIRST YFN, NOW YOU?
IT'S FUCKING 2:27 LET ME SLEEP

>>30536377

>”Anonymous, fancy meeting you!”
>Fuck.
>You put on a smile and turn around, spotting Rarity pushing through a large herd of disgruntled humans.
>When she approaches, her joyous expression vanishes and her nose wrinkles back into her skull.
>”Oh my,” she groans. “What brand is that? You smell positively sour.”
>Odeur du goblin.
“I know, I know. The trash team was out at work so I had to pick up the slack for them. I was actually on my way back home to wash up before I swung by. You’re game for something tonight, right?”
>The tiniest hint of a smile returns.
>Rarity plugs her nose before opening her mouth, and even that seems to pain her.
>”I would love to. Why don’t I just follow you and we can head right out once you’ve gotten,” she continues, gesturing to the entirety of you, “That taken care of.”
“My smell.”
>”The smell, yes.”
“Well, you know, I’d love to have you over, but I’m actually remodelling so there’s just plaster everywhere and paint and, gee, you don’t want to walk next to me smelling like this. I’ll be back.”
>”If you insist, darling.”
>Just when you thought you were home free, she takes a deep breath, puffing her cheeks out like a white chipmunk, and leans in to plant one on your lips.
>You lock up as her freezing flesh makes contact with you, and the urge to stab her increases.
>Before you have the chance to do anything though, she pulls back and starts across the street for her own home.
>”Ta ta for now!”
“Yeah, see you!”

>>30536381
>not having a night shift for this very reason
Get good pleb.

>>30536386

>You wait until she’s safely inside, and then stand there for about five minutes more just to be sure she’s far and away from the door.
>Once the light is green, you begin your trek through the sea of pedestrians and make it up to the Luno building.
>You peek in through the glass pane door and note that it’s fucking dead in there.
>Ha. Get it?
>Well, there’s actually one person standing at the front desk.
>From the look on their face, they’re either dead inside or dead outside, but dead for sure.
>This isn’t another zombie crisis, is it?
>You hate zombies.
>You push against the door to move in but end up smashing your face against the glass.
“A high rise apartment building locked up on a cozy Wednesday afternoon. Yeah, ok.”
>Knocking a few times gets the attention of the concierge.
>So slowly that you can almost hear the squeaks of his unused neck turning on the rusty hinges, he looks over at you.
>Just looks. No “hi”, no “one moment”.
>Fucking prick.
>You really don’t want to break this door down in broad daylight.
>Hey now, that’s an idea.
>You reach into your pocket and grab the solar shell.
>About where the hammer would strike it if you used the gun, there’s a small notch that you can move with your thumb nail.
>It clicks, and you can feel it vibrate with every tick as the clock starts.
>One...two...three...four…
>Got the frequency.
>You take it out and drop it on the ground, then kick it away to the middle of the sidewalk.
>You don’t know how many people step on it as the time melts away.
>Assuming the frequency was consistent, after nine ticks, there’s a huge flash of light that warms you right to your bones.
>The mass of people shout as the bright flash blinds everyone.
>In the short period of time you have, you take out your cross and smash it into the center of the pane, shattering it.

>>30536397

>At that point, you march right in.
>The concierge doesn’t react too poorly.
>His only sign of resistance is lifting an arm to point at you, but once that falls off his shoulder and slaps down on the desk, he seems to lose interest.
>You approach, pick up a pencil off the mahogany flat, and jam it right into his temple.
>The writing utensil sinks into his flesh and penetrates the bone without any effort at all, and he drops to the floor after pounding his forehead on the counter.
>It leaves behind some mush.
>Great, zombies.
>You sigh and start combing through the first floor, searching for any ne’er dowells.
>Nothing is out of place and you can’t smell rotting flesh.
>What you can smell is a spill in the janitor’s closet, which lands you with a pretty nifty broom handle.
>With that in hand, you climb the stairs to the next floor and start on the apartments.
>One by one, you check inside and skulk around each room.
>Nothing on the second floor either.
>Huh. You’d think with “ink everywhere”, there would be more monsters.
>Yeah, you’d think.
>Your grip on the handle tightens as you slowly step up the staircase to floor three.
>Be ready for anything, Anon.
>You make it to the top of the case and open up the corridor, peeking into the hallway.
>Jesus fuck.
>Yeah, you found the ink.
>Every inch of the hallway is covered in deceased human.
>The undead shuffle around, moaning at their predicament.

>>30536401

>Alright, that’s not so bad.
>Well, it is, but you’ve seen worse.
>There was that one time in Bitaly when some summoning circle went wrong and the caster accidentally brought a plague of six Hells upon some village.
>That day sucked.
>Might as well jump into things, right?
>You throw the door open fully, knocking over a corpse, and jump right in.
>Another zombie falls down from the quick movement and lands its head in just the right spot.
>You slam the door shut again, effectively killing the beast and sealing off the stairwell from any wanderers.
>From there, it’s just a bloodbath.
>A shit show through and through.
>The undead swarm you, but with your trusty broomstick, you keep them back.
>Heads crunch against the sturdy wood, turning brain to mush, right up until the thing snaps in half.
“You fucker,” you snarl and stomp on the hard head that destroyed your new favorite tool.
>The crack that resounds from the blow, mocking you, laughing at how you couldn’t squash the head completely, only angers you.
>You pull your leg back and let it rip, sending the foot flying for the skull.
>Your hard boot collides with the head, this time finishing the job and breaking right through the front of the sod’s face.
>Blood coating its blonde hair rubs off on your pants.
>With the two sharp half poles you have left, you spend the next few minutes jamming them through the eye sockets of your victims.
>Soon enough, the third floor is cleared.
>After doing one final walk around to make extra sure nothing was hiding, you arrive back at the corridor and lean against the wall to catch your breath.
>You try to wipe your forehead of sweat and just end up wiping blood all over your face.

>>30536406

>A quick examination of your form shows that you are just drenched in blood.
>Well that’s fucking dandy.
>Now you have to figure out a way to make it somewhere with a shower to wash all this shit off before Rarity smells you and makes a salad bar out of you.
>Well, onward and upward.
>You push through the door and make it up to floor four.
>Five, six, seven, eight, and nine, and ten, are all as empty as two was.
>While you’re not particularly complaining about not having to fight twenty floors of zombies, you can’t help but feel a little unsettled by the fact that out of this whole fucking building, the entire populations seem to be centralized on a few floors.
>You don’t have any time to think about that since right when you open the door to floor eleven, you’re slammed by a wall of flesh.
>Hordes of the undead rush at you, teeth bared and nails swinging.
>You hold them back the best you can, but it’s just too much.
>The weight of dozens of humans forces you back, pressing you up against the railing of the stairwell.
>You look down at the last ten stories and feel some sweat forming underneath the layer of blood on your face.
>Of all the ways you could die, it’s not going to be falling down the stairs.
>Not before you’ve completed your mission, at least.
>You pour all your strength into one arm and use that to hold back the zombies as their efforts begin to bend the railing behind you.
>With your free hand, you fish out a fire charge and press the button atop the sphere.
>Within seconds, it’s burning your hand and glowing like an ember.
>You toss it over the heads of your immediate attackers and into the crowd past the door.
>Before you can even count to three, an intense heat erupts from the hallway.

>>30536409

>There’s a short burst of fire and a shockwave that almost pushes you over the edge.
>When the flames are gone though, you note that so is a huge chunk of the problem.
>There’s nothing but a black, smoldering pile of ash where at least nine zombies once stood.
>The rest around that spot are spasming on the ground as small tongues of fire lick their decaying flesh.
>Now you can deal with the ginger bitch in front.
>You grunt and shove her away, knocking her back into the hallway and sending her onto the floor.
>One of the zombies that happened to survive that little fire blast nips at your ankle, but you’re able to move out of the way before anything nasty happens.
>Brandishing your two poles, you drop to your knees, using the force of your body to drive the sharp ends through the skulls of those two zombies.
>Right. You still have all these floors to go.
>It takes you another hour, but you’ve worked your way up to the twentieth floor.
>There was a short break there during fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen, but holy shit, those last two floors were something else.
>You stop outside the door, panting heavily.
>Your whole body feels like the frailest form of lead.
>Heavy, yet weak enough the shatter from its own weight.
“Oh my fucking god,” you mutter, able to hear the voices coming from inside the hallway just beyond the steel door separating you from Hell’s unwanteds.
>It doesn’t end.
>Every single God damned day, no, every single second, there’s some monster somewhere causing trouble.
>These creatures--these walking tumors--think they own the damn planet.
>As you grind your teeth, you can feel your strength returning to you, even if just barely.
>It’s enough to spur you on.
>You stand back and kick the door open, then charge in with the broomsticks held high.

>>30536416

>”Afternoon!”
>Those aren’t zombies!
>You throw all your weight backwards to undo that lunge, but it’s too late.
>A huge, furry hand reaches out and grabs your shirt.
>The arm it’s attached to, rippling with muscle, leads to the thickest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you don’t mean fat.
>His piercing yellow eyes burn through the dark brown hair covering his deformed face.
>You’re picked up off your feet and waved around like a ragdoll until the buttons on your shirt give out and you go flying down the tight, ugly, pale blue passage of the Luno top floor.
>You hit the ground with a thud and skid along the carpet.
>There’s not even a second to think before another beast, this time grey, is upon you.
>You thrust your left arm out and jerk your wrist, activating the mechanism on the bracer and sending the blade out.
>The sharp metal rips through your sleeve, extends past your fist, and digs into the chest of the wolfman.
>A quick puff and gust of air tells you you caught a lung, but the heart remains intact.
>The wolfman howls and pulls back, clutching its wound.
>You scramble to your feet and kick off the ground, launching yourself for the injured animal.
>With your right arm now, you ready the blade and stab at its heart.
>Your weapon sinks into its muscle and pierces the heart.
>It lets out one final cry before going limp in your arms, resting its heavy head over your shoulder as you lean onto the wall.
>A period of silence washes over the hallway.
>Well, mostly quiet.
>You can still hear your heart in your ears.
>That was close. Way too close.

>>30536423

>When your senses come back to you, you evaluate that there are two extra wolfmen, one werewolf, and one humanoid monster left in the hallway.
>Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, what did you do to deserve this?
>On the bright side, wolfmen are just watered down werewolves.
>Although you guess that’s not really a downside since silver doesn’t really work either unless you nail them in the heart.
>How you can deal with this is a thought sitting way in the back of your head right now.
>What simmers in the forefront is “what are they all doing here?”
>This was supposed to be a zombie crisis, not a rave for all the creatures of the night.
>What’s a fucking werewolf doing up here?
>Speaking of, it takes one step forward, and that’s enough to send a chill running down your body.
>You tense up, tightening your hold on the dead wolfman in your arms.
>Your mind races as the time on your life ticks away.
>Think, Anon, think.
“There a party I didn’t hear about?”
>That’s not going to buy you any time, idiot.
>The wolfman closest to you, the brown one who greeted you at the door, smiles as best he can with his screwed jaw.
>Right.
>Carefully, so as to draw as little suspicion as you can, you start a cut in your victim’s stomach.
>It’s small at first, but soon it’s long enough that you can work around inside the abdomen.
>The only thing that worries you is all the blood dripping.
>You sincerely hope they’re dumb enough to think that’s from the initial wound.
“Is it the silent game then? I’ll warn you, I’m bad at this one.”
>”Shut up, jackass,” snarls the werewolf.

>>30536428

>From your pocket, you retrieve three fire charges and activate them all.
>The window you have to operate from their activation to when they blow is very small, so this all needs to work perfectly or else…
>Or else...
>Oh no. No no no no.
>They’re not turning on.
>Maybe the button is busted.
>Does that mean you have to strike them instead, or is it that if one part is busted, both are?
>60-40. Raw fucking deal.
>You drop the wolfman in such a way that his gash is still facing you.
>One of the fire charges rolls out and almost falls onto the floor, but it gets caught on a flap of skin and stays ends up staying put.
>Slowly, you back away from the scene.
“Hey now, I’m just looking for some answers. I mean, I come here looking to rock out with some undead buddies of mine, and instead I meet a couple of mutts. What’s the big idea?”
>”You don’t need to know. You need to die.”
“That is so cliche. Can’t you think of something else?”
>The farther back you move, the closer they come.
>”Our boss put a lot of effort into making sure this all went right. We’re not about to ruin it by telling you everything and leaving you an opening to kill us.”
“I guess that’s not a bad idea. You’re at least more efficient than other monsters. I’ll concede that you’re smarter than the average wolf.”
>Just a little closer, guys.
>You’re kind of betting everything on these charges, so, you know...fingers crossed.
>”We’re a special breed.”
>It does pain you to kill these stooges before you can learn their master plan not only because that’s like a big middle finger to you, but you’re also sure they’re part of this cult of darkness thing.
>That said, you’re also fond of not dying, and you’re not entirely sure that you can do both that and talk them out of their plan.

>>30536430

“I get that. Still, it is just one human against three wolves. Even I know those odds, which is why I’m going to take this time to beg for my life.”
>You raise your hands up at them, keeping your arms straight.
“Come on, I’m not such a bad guy once you get to know me. Just let this slide?”
>”No can do. Orders are orders.”
“What’d a guy like me do to get on your radar anyway?”
>”We already said no.”
>”Boss said no,” snaps the brown wolfman, taking quite a large step forward and biting at the air.
“Ok, ok,” you spit out.
>Yeah, it’s one or the other. You can’t do both.
“I can see where you’re coming from. Wolves are loyal creatures and you have your orders. Still though, it kind of sucks your last words are ‘boss said no,’ don’t you think?”
>”What?”
“I stand corrected.”
>You close your fist and wrench your wrist, activating the firing mechanism on the top of the bracer.
>From the barrel shoots a small dart coated in some red, foul smelling blood.
>The wolves can’t react to it in time for the bolt to strike a visible fire charge.
>Instantly, they all burst into flames.
>The force of the blast knocks you off your feet and sends you toppling onto your ass.
>You hold your arms up to protect from the heat as intense fire blazes through the hall, rolling up the walls and biting the ceiling.
>You stare at the scene, counting the number of corpses.
>Yep, that’s every wolf.
>The fire dies down and eventually puts itself out, leaving you with just the ashes, a few scattered limbs, and the cooked bottom half of a werewolf.
>And that’s one building clea--

>>30536436

>Not clear! Not clear!
>You roll away, pressing your back up against the side wall to make way for that humanoid monster from earlier.
>It speeds past you, down the hall, and takes a stellar leap out the window.
>Once in the air, it shifts its form and becomes just a cloud of mist that leaves your sight.
“Whatever,” you grumble and push yourself up onto your feet.
>Now the building is clear.
>Aw fuck, no it isn’t.
>Somebody called you in on this.
>That means there’s at least one person here.
>Or rather, at one point, there was.
>They might have ended up being part of the zombie horde, or maybe even that last monster, but you can’t exactly leave without making sure.
>You haven’t checked this floor yet anyway.
>Keeping your blades ready, you carefully inspect every room, taking your sweet time making it around corners.
>Nothing shows up until the very last one, in which you find a small purple woman with glasses, buck naked and covered in scratches.
>Her thighs, belly, and plump breasts are all covered in long, angry looking wounds.
>Her eyes land on your blood soaked form and almost pop out of her glasses.
>The small squeals she makes are muffled by the gag in her mouth in much the same way as her squirms are halted by the ropes tying her four limbs to the bedposts.
>You stand there, waiting, watching, with your breath caught in your throat.
>If those are werewolf scratches, with how long you’ve been on this floor since the first encounter, she could turn at any second.
>Even as the tears begin to fall from her eyes, you don’t budge.
>Cry all you want, girlie. This hunter isn’t taking a chance on it.

>>30536442

>For another minute, you watch her, waiting for a transformation, but it doesn’t come.
>You sigh in relief and lower your guard, then approach her.
>She screams again, unable to make much of the noise through her gag, as you reach for her.
>Grabbing her wrist, you pull it out and make the rope taut.
>Then in a quick motion, you slice right through it.
>Her arm, now freed, flies to her mouth and undoes the gag.
>A whole lot of thank you’s come your way as you undo her legs.
>She fixes the other arm herself and, once fully freed, leaps off the bed and grabs onto you.
>She presses herself against your jacket, coating her injured form in monster guts and blood, and cries into your shoulder.
>Why does every woman feel the need to do this?
>Even the vampires, apparently.
>You withhold an annoyed groan and instead go to pat her head, giving gentle strokes down the back.
“It’s ok,” you sooth her. “They’re gone.”
>”Thank you. Thank you for answering my call. Thank you, thank you, thank you, sir.”
“Yep. Ok, that’s good on the hugging.”
>Her grip tightens and she moves her head to nuzzle your neck.
>”I don’t know what would have happened to me if you hadn’t come. I can’t thank you enough.”
>You raise an eyebrow and scan her.
>Butt naked, tied to a bed, and covered in superficial wounds?
>She knows exactly what would have happened.
>Nobody’s that dumb.
“Is there anybody else around?”
>”No,” she replies. “Everyone is dead.”
“Almost everyone,” you say, giving her another pat.
>”Yeah, almost.”

>>30536447

That's all for tonight. I don't know if more is coming tomorrow. I wouldn't bet on it, but I wouldn't bet against it either. Then again, I'm not a betting man. If you're into gambling though, hit me up. As always, here's a fully updated pastebin for anybody looking to read the full story not available in this thread https://pastebin.com/AXpxfVpq

>>30536454
Neat, now I can start reading it.

>>30537092
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>>30536454
Thanks for the update senpai.

>>30538262
reeeeeeeeeeeeee

>>30536381
And yet the only posts here are bumps.