>"Hey faggot wanna shoot up those crystal prep bitches

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"Hey faggot, wanna stop breaking the rules?"

By:SystemOfaClop
> Your life is incredibly boring.
> Nothing special or enticing ever happens, it's just a constant assembly line of the same shit every day.
> You're known as the asshole around the school.
> But honestly, are they wrong?
> You sit idly in the Biology room, you managed to dodge it for a couple years with Environmental Science and Anatomy. Now you know how water and willies work.
> You feel a tap on your back from your friend, Logan.
> You know it's him because he's the only one who does that.
> Logan was a big guy with red hair and glasses, he's pretty polite, pretty much your total opposite.
> Turning around, you whisper at his request to get your notice, trying to not attract any attention.
"What?"
> "You know that Twilight girl?"
"What- yeah, why?"
> He's talking about Twilight Sparkle, the hidden apple of the school's eye. You've never seen her but you've heard that she's SUPER smart.
> Kinda hard to believe that there's someone so smart they get their own classroom to learn in.
> Almost like a ghost people "say" that they've seen but you'll never believe them.
> "Some other girls spotted her at a café or something and gave her a bunch of shit."
> Why does that matter to you?
"Why does that matter to me?"
> The gentle giant leans in from his desk, lowering his voice.
> "Because people like that usually get demented when they're bullied, keep an eye out."

>>30515903
"Don't you think you're being a bit over dramatic? I doubt the genius formerly known as Twilight would just shoot a bunch of people because she's pissed."
> A smile walks along Logan's face, pushing back his rosy-red cheeks.
> That's the face he makes when he's got an idea.
"Logan, I swear to God if this is some stupid shit..."
> "No way, Anon. I think after school we should try to find her."
"Got any ideas?"
> He scratches his chin while looking at the ceiling, thinking of a plan.
"Ok man, don't hurt yourself. We'll just go to the front office and tell Dean Cadence that we want to take Twilight out for some fun."
> "Dude, she's gonna think we're rapists."
> Logan does have a plan but perhaps you can make Dean Cadence think you've turned over a new leaf?
> Hours pass as you and Logan devise your plan, getting to lunch you two meet up with your shorter pedro-pal, Ian.
> Your stocky companion walks up to you two, greeting you with his usual rudeness.
> "What's up, queers?"
> Logan jumps ahead of your beginning sentence with a confessing answer.
> "We're gonna save the school."
> Ian's face scrunches in a laughing confusion.
> "You two, you're gonna save the school?"
"Well we were going to incorporate you in the plan but since you want to be such a faggot about it."
> And like that, he's in.
> You sit at your usual table with your companions, telling them what your new idea was.
> "Wait, so Twilight is going to kill everybody?"
"This is all from Logan but yeah. Since that's going down I thought of something..."
> Ian leans in closer, his upper body covering most of the table.
> "And that is?"
"We're gonna make her think we're with her, then, when we have her trust... We stop the attack and be credited as heroes."
> Logan looks down at the table, slightly pouting in a mental pity.
"What's up with you?"
> "She looks really small, Anon. I don't want her to get hurt but I don't want anyone else to get hurt either."
> Ian puts his arm around Logan's wide wingspan

>>30515906
> "Oh c'mon ya big lug, nobody's gonna get hurt. We're gonna stop her before she even starts."
> Ian's encouragement must've helped, your large friend starts to look better.
> "Ok but what about when it's over?"
> "Whadaya mean bud, she'll go to jail and we'll be heroes."
> For now, he finds a bit of clarity in this.
"So my idea was that since we know next-to-nothing about Twilight Sparkle, we get Dean Cadence to disclose her location."
> "Anon, we're three of the biggest assholes in the school. She's gonna think we're rapists."
> Heh, repetition.
"Nope. Not if she thinks we're turned open a new leaf and are seeking to allow the school to know how special everyone can be or some shit like that... In fact."
> You get up and notion for the guys to follow, you walk straight to the front office are met by the secretary.
> "What are you doing?"
"I-I'm here to see Dean Cadence."
> The woman's voice sounds defeated and emotionless as she allows you access into the Dean's room.
> The Dean is doing papers when you walk in, she gives you one glance then puts them away.
> Her desk is full of papers and other appliances, the wall is nearly decorated in awards and degrees.
> "Who have you irked today, Anon?"
"N-No one, Dean Cadence. You know, that semi-suit looking thing looks great on you-"
> "What do you want, Anonymous?"
"Well, to be truthful with you I'm tired of making people feel bad and I wanted to start helping others."
> Her young face lights up with your lie.
> "What?! Was it the pamphlet I gave you last week?"
> You scratch the back of your head and continue your lies.
"Uh, yeah, it made me reevaluate my life. Who is the person you believe needs the most help in making friends in this school?"
> Please say 'Twilight', please say 'Twilight', please say 'Twilight'.
> She reaches into her desk and pulls out a fellow file with the name "Twilight Sparkle" written on it.
> Jackpot.

>>30515913
> She hands you the pamphlet and continues her rant about how proud she is.
> "Anon, I'm just shocked that it took you no time at all to reform yourself from your old ways. I want you to take good care of Twilight, she's very shy. Remember to be open to all ideas and keep her happy. Good luck, Anon!"
> You smile and walk out.
> The smile becomes a smirk of victory.
> Opening the file, you see that the room she studies in is that one you see all the time but thought it was a janitor's closet or something.
> You knock on the door followed by a somewhat muffled
> "Come iiiin~."
> You turn the handle and open the door to the dark-lit room.
> Oh yeah, this chick is gonna be a freak.
> There's papers and different pins on the walls, along with a computer with an ugly ass dog on it.
> In the middle of the room there's a roller-chair going back and forth with a long while lab coat reaching from it every few seconds when it rolls to a new location.
> What is she, a midget or something?
"Uh, hi I'm Anony-"
> "Hello, what do you want?"
> Her quick voice runs through the sentence.
"I came to-"
> "Dean Cadence sent you, didn't she?"
> Christ lady, let me finish.
"No, I sent myself."
> The chair spins around, revealing the purple genius sitting Indian-style with that ugly little dog from the computer sitting in her lap.
> "Why?"
"I wanted to."
> "Hm, I don't know why you would want to do that. I'm not very fun." she scoffs, pushing the chair towards the desk closest to you.
> It glides across the floor as she stares awkwardly.
"That's what I came to help you with."
> "Well I don't suppose you want to be my friend so, how do you suppose you'll help me?"
> Why does she have to talk so fast?
> She would be pretty cute if she would take off that lab coat and wear something hotter.
> You decide to fuck with her before telling her the legitness.
"I guess you aren't as smart as they say you are."
> "Huh, how's that?"
"You don't know when someone wants to be your friend."

>>30515916
> You can tell that she's a bit uncomfortable with the whole 'friends' thing.
> "Well, why me?"
> Her voice begins to shutter nervously as she pushes the chair away back to the bulletin-board.
"I can't think of anyone better, so do you want to go with me to a movie or something later?"
> She smiles a bit and contemplates her response, though most likely an introverted mess, she must desire some kind of human contact.
> "Alright but on one condition." Twilight raises one finger to show her terms.
"Ok?"
> Twilight brings her conclusion.
> "I can bring one friend."
> You shrug your shoulders and agree to her terms, they don't seem too bad.
> The bun-haired girl spins her chair back around and slides her index finger across it's surface.
> "Stop by after school and we'll talk."
> You step out and close the door behind you, leaving her to the solitude you had taken away for that moment.
> Judging from her speech, she really doesn't get much human contact.
> Ian meets you from coming out of the bathroom, Logan follows soon after.
> "How'd it go, is she totally psychotic yet?"
"I don't know if it was good acting or something but she didn't seem crazy at all."
> Ian disagrees and interjects.
> "Yeah, so did Ted Bundy. They never seem crazy man, that's why we got to show her a good time and-"
"Her friend as well."
> "She has a friend?"
"Yeah I know, it shocked me too but we got to bring them too. I'll find out after school."
> You keep strolling down the halls and back into the cafeteria.
> Everyone's conversations mix and created one mass of clustered unintelligible sounds.
> The table you left is still open, that's actually a shocker since usually everyone doesn't want to share a table with people they dislike.
> You sit back down and explain the encounter with the previous mystery girl.

>>30515922
> She is obviously socially unaware, though if she were given a chance, she'd be different.
> You can't think of how someone could bully a girl like her, she's just too helpless.
> Some people are just heartless, searching for the easiest target.
> Enough torment followed by long durations separated from human contact could do anything to someone.
> Either way, you've got to get on her good side as soon as possible before that shit goes down.
> After your friends are given their own servings of the event, the period of discussion comes to a close as the bell rings.
> You go to your boring usual Literary Studies class, hopefully it will be another Shakespeare day and you won't have to worry about reading something modern.
> Things go through as they should with classes and all other accountable things occurring as they should.
> Soon enough, you'll be renown as a hero and be able to skip the classes you dislike.
> The school day concludes and you remember what you were asked to do.
> You make your way to Twilight's room when Ian purposefully bumps into you.
> "Where you headed?"
"Twilight wanted me to stop by before I left, so I'm going to that room down the hall."
> "I see... Can I come?"
> Would she be accepting of someone else walking in?
> Well she didn't mind you too much.
> Though, you aren't a loudmouth stump who doesn't know when to shut up.
> You knock on the door, the same response from earlier is given with her slightly high-pitched
> "Come iiiin~"
> You turn the gold knob and push open the door.
> There she is, doing the same thing as earlier only this time there's earbud cords hanging down into the coat pocket.
> "Hey, I was wondering when you'd show up."
> She says while spinning the seat in circles, the little dog tucking it's head into her legs.
> You can hear a faint steady beat come from the little earbud hanging down into her shirt, wrapped around the back of her neck.
"What are you listening t-"
>"Who's your friend?" she says quickly

>>30515927
> Your stumpy friend injects himself into the room, coming from behind you.
> "The friend's name is Ian, you're the Twilight I've heard so much about."
> A shred of confusion becomes visible from his statement.
> "I suppose... Anon, when are we seeing this movie?"
> Shit you forgot about the movie.
"Uh, later on... Whenever something good is out."
> "How are you supposed to know if they're good if you haven't seen them?"
> Has she ever done this before?
"Sometimes, you just got to go for it."
> The supposedly unstable girl turns back around and retrieves her book-bag, putting the small dog into it.
"Uh-Twilight do you think that's safe?"
> "Oh yeah, totally. As long as I keep him close, he'll be ok."
> Once again, Ian's mouth carries him into the convo.
> "What's the thing's name?"
> "H-His name is Spike."
> Tension grows along with an immensely awkward silence.
"Alright, I'll check with you later when its time ok?"
> She nods in approval while directing her slim arms through the straps of the book-bag and walking along with you.
"Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to meet up?"
> You continue to walk towards the exit when she says, "Meet me at my friend's house, I know Dean Cadence put my number in the file so just ask for the location when you're coming." She departs and makes her way to the front office.
> You agree and walk out of the Crystal Prep. doors, Ian quickly behind you.
> "A movie date with a psycho chick, you're a fucking madman."
"It's no date, I'm taking her and her friend out to have some fun. Nothing more."
> "Oh suuuuure, as if you won't try. Don't be so gay, Anon and be a man."

>>30515931
"Yeah whatever Ian, as of right now I'm doing way better than you."
> He nods with agreement but naturally retaliates.
> "Sure but at least I could satisfy them."
> The distance grows and you two make your way to your ways to get home.
"Everyone knows you and 'Lil Juan couldn't satisfy anything if you had a snickers bar."
> You can hear him laugh from the other side of the parking lot while he enters the bus.
> Since you live relatively close to Crystal Prep., you walk home.
> Thankfully, the weather is fair and isn't like Earth swapped places with Mercury.
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> The lone trail through modern suburbia comes to a close when you arrive home.
> You lift the mat and retrieve the key from underneath.
> The door is opened and you walk into your humble abode.
> Well, humble is an understatement.
> You shut the door and walk upstairs to your room.
> You're down for three seconds when you get a text.
> "Unknown #: Hey Anon"
> Who is this?
> You type in the password and answer the unknown.
"Who is this?"
> "It's Twilight."
> Strange, you don't recall giving her your number.
"How did you get my number?"
> "Dean Cadence"
> Son of a bitch, the whore remembered you were 'turning a new leaf'.
"OK whats up?"
> "Nothing much, just getting ready and whatnot."
> What the fuck?
"Twilight this is at like 8, you don't have to worry with it rn."
> "I know but I just wanted to look good."
"I'm sure you look good enough right now just relax yourself for a minute."
> She doesn't respond.
> That's a little weird considering that she was just answering you lightning fast, whatever.
> You decide to get some rest for a while.

>>30515938
> It feels like it's just been a quick nap.
> You awaken to the sight of a 3/4 sunset, the sky's brushstroke horizon of orange, red, and blue.
> Surprisingly enough, no missed messages or calls.
> Shit you really are lame.
> You decide to ask Twilight where her friend's house is so you can get this shit going.
"Yo Twilight where is your friend's house?"
> She goes ten minutes without responding until she says the address.
> You don't know where that is so Google Maps will have to do.
> You type it in and drive down to it.
> The address is isn't too far away from your house but there's a lot of woods there.
> You turn into the driveway and park.
> After a quick jog, you make it to the doorstep.
> Before you can knock, the door swings open.
> A girl is standing at the door. Pale skin, long red hair, and classes like Twilight.
> She just smiles at you, strange enough there's no hello or anything.
"Uh, hi. I'm Anon."
> Suddenly a white film covers your vision and wraps around your throat.
> It's a bag around your head with a belt fastened around your neck tightly.
> Slowly you run out of air to breathe and your movements haze.
> Standing becomes an impossible feat as everything in you is drained.
> You fall to the ground as your lungs beg for mercy and your body surrenders to the lack of oxygen.
> Darkness and emptiness begins to swallow everything you see as the whitewashed world around you fades into an abyss.
> Some time later you regain consciousness and wake up on a hard wood living room floor.
> The sound of amps playing four different songs in four different rooms became a smoldering mess of collided sound.
> It sounded like a disgusting combination of Drowning Pool, Donna Summer, Green Day, and Earth Wind & Fire.
> You pick yourself up and look around the stranger's home.
> The place is a fucking wreck. Clothes and food everywhere, nothing in order while wires are scrambled around the floor.

>>30515944
> You hear a screeching voice screaming lyrics to two different songs above you.
> They must be upstairs, you can escape if they don't know you're alive.
> "DANCING IN SEPTEMBER- 1 NOTHING WRONG WITH ME! 2 NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!"
> Jesus Christ whatever that is, you want no part of it.
> This shit is fucking terrifying, you gotta leave now.
> You begin to creep out of the horrifying home, it was a big mistake trying to be nice to this girl.
> As you're walking to freedom, you look upstairs in horror of what you have gotten yourself into.
> You hear the sound of a chair grinding against hardwood floor behind you.
> You turn quickly to see what it is when you feel the white-hot shocking pain of a tazor shooting an unknown amount of voltage into your abdomen.
> The girl from the door is the one holding the weapon, she pushes your weakened frame into the chair and secures you to it with a drop-cord.
> She screams loudly to the upstairs performer.
> "EY TWI, YOUR BOYFRIEND IS AWAKE!"
> Sure enough, Twilight bursts from a bedroom and down the stairs.
> What the fuck is going on?
"T-Twilight what's happening, let me go so we can talk."
> She places her index finger on your lips in an attempt to hush you up.
> "Hey Moon, play the Edge song."
> The currently named girl as Moon, runs upstairs and turns off the barrage of different sounds.
> Suddenly an unholy burst of nostalgia erupts from one of the amplifiers with the sound of "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge blares.
> The old theme to a wrestler known as "Edge" back when you were younger.
> Now that you think about it, it sounded a lot better back then.
> "Ah, don't you just LOVE this song, Anon? It brings me back to simpler days when I could EAT in peace!"
> Twilight's sudden bursts of anger are frightening when all you've seen from her is a little shy girl.
"Uh, y-yeah it was great."
> "Oh it was so much more than GREAT, it was amazing, Anon. So beautiful... Those people never thought I was pretty, do you Anon?

>>30515948

>>30494663
> The amplifier continues it's suffering with the constant hits of metallic guitar riffs and loud vocals blazing from it's speaker.
> Does this chick not have neighbors or something, you saw houses on the way here but there weren't many.
> You still have to answer this chick or else she's probably going to cut your cock off.
"Yes, Twilight. Of course but why are you playing this song so loud?"
> Her brow raises while she looks at you as if you were the crazy one here.
> "You know who's theme this is, right?"
> Thank God you were a child at the time this guy was around or else you would have no idea.
"Yeah it's Edge's theme."
> "Exactly!" her pitch heightens at the exclamation as she continues her point.
> "Aside from being devilishly-handsome, Edge was what Moon and I are. He stood for being true to yourself and taking down everyone in the way of your goals. This wonderful atonement goes to the rated R, we are going to show the world the new and improved Rated R Superstars! We'll get the glory he had by being as upfront as the world is cold."
> There are some real April twentieth vibes here.
"But why, Twilight? I don't understand what that has to do with this."
> The self-acclaimed "New Rated R Superstar" pushes her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and gives her response.
> "You'll never understand, will you? Either way, we're showing the world just how 'Rated R' we can be... Oh, dinner's ready!"
> Jesus just what the fuck could they have come up with?
> Moon walks behind you and untangles the wires holding you down.
> "Come into the kitchen, you need to eat."
> If it's a fucking cat or something the cops are getting a call.
> As if you're calling the cops.
> As if you're getting out alive.
> As if you're getting out.
> Holy shit, you're probably going to die.
> You walk uneasily into the kitchen, expecting the worst.
> It's just some chicken wings formed to resemble an "R".
> They really love this guy.

>>30515956
> The song is nearly over with the closing guitar riffs and impactful sound being suppressed by the walls.
> Moon takes a seat on the opposite end of Twilight, who is at the head.
> You sit in the middle and wait for them to make a move, you don't want to upset them.
> "Go ahead, get some."
> You reach onto the golden saucer and grab one of the cooked wings.
> They're staring you down while you direct the wing to your mouth.
> You take a bite into the hot meat as they stare in suspense.
"It's... Good."
> The gawking girls gasp in relief, their form falling back into their chairs.
> "I told you he'd like them, Twi!"
> It is very strange how much they value the opinions of others.
> These aren't half bad though, pretty good actually.
"Say, what do you use on these? It's really good."
> "Oh you know, a few spices, some salt, plus boiling them in their blood."
> A sudden brush of disgust and being overwhelmingly disturbed at the fact of you enjoying the taste.
> "Are you alright, you seem sick?"
"Y-yeah... I'm fine, I already ate."
> Lying to the psychotic isn't usually the best idea but it's different when you're eating something that was boiled in the thing that gave it life.
> This went from pretty crazy to absolutely insane really fast.
> They take the food sitting on the plate and begin to dine on them.
> You feel your stomach churn as they feast on the blood-boiled chicken appendages.

>>30515961
> What kind of world do you live in where someone can boil a chicken in it's blood?
> To be fair, it wasn't half bad.
> You walk back towards the door but come to a sudden halt, feeling the instant electric shock of the tazer hitting you in the kidney.
> Your lower half goes completely numb as it gives in to the weight of the upper-half, sending you into the floor.
> "He sure is a feisty one, keeps trying to escape." Moon says, pulling the electrifying torture device from your side.
> Lying on the floor, unable to move at all, grinding your teeth in pain from the shocked nerves in your side.
> All because you trusted Logan, he's gonna pay for this!
> They pull your disabled body back onto the chair and wrap the drop-cord back around you.
> Your head falls into your chest, you're not strong enough to pick it back up.
> Twilight kneels in front of you, lifting your head up from hanging low.
> You can see every sad memory in her insane gaze, reflections of horrid abuse from her peers shows on her face like a black eye.
> "How do you feel about being in this situation?"
> You somehow manage to bring yourself to speak in response.
"Honestly... 'Been worse."
> "Hmph." She brushes your head to the side gently.
> "How worse?"
"I-I don't kn-now, repressed m-memories from camp or something?"
> Who knows what happened at Summer Camp, it was all a blur from many years passed.
> You feel a pull against the back of the chair, the screeching wood hurts your ears.

There were some people who were bro g rude in the last thread, I hope that didn't discourage you. We all start somewhere/practice breeds improvement!

>>30515968
I'll take over from here, thanks Anon.

>>30515968
> They drag you back into the living room and walk back into the kitchen.
> You wonder about the possibility of escape as they converse about god-knows-what.
> Right as you're about to test the strength of the cord, the purple psycho and her accomplice return from the kitchen.
> Twilight kneels before the chair, looking with a grin into your near hopeless eyes.
> She gasps with joy and reports her sight back to the cross-armed pale girl leaning against the railing.
> "He's got it!"
> What is she talking about?
> "Anon?"
"What?"
> You angrily groan, uneasy at the act of holding up your head.
> "Fakku shitai?"
"Twilight, I've got no idea on God's green Earth what that means but yeah, sure."
> The two begin to giggle, if they weren't totally fucked it wouldn't be half bad of a situation.
> "Well, we aren't that type of girls but that all can change... Where are your keys?"
> You lift your right leg, signaling it's location.
> "Ready to see that movie?"
> You feel a cold rush in your stomach.
> The kind you get when you're about to erupt.
"Fuck that movie... Go ahead and kill me now"
> With that, Moon climbs over the railing and walks upstairs.
> She's up there for a little while before returning with a marksman hunting rifle.
> Fuck it, you'd rather die right here than face another minute of being their plaything.

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>>30516116
> Moon takes aim at your forehead, her finger begins to shake.
> Her partner comes behind her, placing her hands on top of the ones that are already in place.
> "I don't think he wants to die, Twi."
> "Neither do the students of Crystal Prep."
> You're nearly a hundred percent ready for them to take you out, when an idea for dear life enters your mind.
"Hey how does dinner sound?"
> The gun's barrel lowers to the sight of two happy expressions.
> The cord is taken from around you and the chair, setting you free from your short-term prison.
> You consider punching these bitches in the face but then again, they are pretty cute plus there is a gun.
> You escort them to the vehicle outside and take them out to the city for some place nice to eat.
> The main thought here is to maybe get them back into sanity with a meal with a semi-decent looking green dude.
> Moon lies down in the back seat, Twi takes her spot in the passenger seat, grinning widely.
> They look out of the windows like they've never seen lights before.
"See any place you like, I'm down for anything."

I got to say OP, you're diligent. I'll have more tomorrow.

>>30516204
Twilight you bitch, STOP CORRUPTING MOONIE

>>30516212
You sick fuck https://pastebin.com/VD5a9cKv don't claim responsibility for your sins.

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>>30516233

That's how it went down in real life though.

>>30516408
I know, but Anon is here this time. He can save her

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>>30516408
That image actually gives me the willies

Jesus Christ its...
>SystemOfAClop
the busiest writefag on the board. You made a stupid ass decision System, you put yourself on too much now you'll have to satisfy all of your readers.
> you'll just get overworked and retire, leaving only three stories in the pastebin.

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>>30515968
I hope you die in a fire, and that your passing is unmourned

>>30516037
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>>30516204
KYS Yourself

>>30516119
kek

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>>30515896
>greentext threads are breaking the rules now
He wasn't even roleplaying that time, just reposting a prompt. You're slipping my nigga.

>>30517333
I hate to disagree with trips but
>why you got to hate the System?

>>30517436

>>30518163
Because someone needs to

>>30517333
Smells like pussy

>>30515892
I'll be placing each update of this straight into the pastebin from now on, I'm just too busy now to put it on 4chan then continue with everything else. Sorry OP. More updates will come.

>>30520235
F

May this thread rest in peace.

>>30520235
>another anon hindered by real life
F
Here's hoping Anon gets a chance to fuck the crazy out of them while getting crazy.

>>30521065
This.
Sticking your dick in crazy is top tier

>>30523446
No. It's shit tier unless you want to "cure" them.