Alone in Equestria Girls Verse #17: Why the fuck did we archive

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>>30542102
What the fuck? I bumped the thread

>>30542128
When I showed up the thread said it archived on 7, fucked if I know why, I was at work for the last few hours. Did we get a mod rampage again?

>>30542102
>Bite me Once not in the OP
One job

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>>30542102
Odd, I was bumping too
Regardless, I decided to take a week off and recharge
I played a bit of Morrowind, cyberpunk alcohol mixing simulator, and even got to GM a session for the first time in a while
Also found out the hard way that whisky, while great for getting a buzz going, tastes terrible, and you should never chug whisky to make it go down faster
Anyhotzerwitzen, expect update in 2-3 days

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>>30542174
God speed senpai

>>30542174
Welp, have fun with that hangover, wish you luck.

>>30542102
>You accidently bump into one of the visiting students from CPA.
>"Damn it where are my glasses."
>You find them and give them to her.
"Oh shit, I am so sorry."
>"It's fin-"
>"Sugar what are you doing?"
>"I mean uh, watch where you're going you idiot."
>Her friend joins in.
>"Leave it to a public school kid to not know simple directions."
>As they walk away, 'Sugar' looks at you and blushes.

>>30542174
>morrowind
Patrician tastes, friend

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>>30542102
>>30542226
>ywn be bullied by Sugar

>>30542174
>cyberpunk alcohol mixing simulator
This keeps getting thrown up in my Steam recommendations? How is it?

Man, Axii is gone as well now? I check back every now and then and i'm always amazed this thread still exists

>>30543490
He mostly lurks, but posts every once in a while. He's also working on something new.

>>30542102
>>30542226
>Sugarcoat
Bump

>>30543920
Good to know he's still around. It would feel weird without him. Isn't he pretty much the guy who got this whole "alone in eqg" thread to stick in the first place?

>>30544377
No, that was SciAnon.

Bump from 10

>>30545292
bump for more greens

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>>30543490
He ded

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>>30546539
No u.

>>30546915
Got a bigger picture Axii?

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>>30546964
Sadly no.

But here's a link to most of the other in-game cards without the borders, icons and text.

http://imgur.com/a/5waoM

>>30547127
Neat.

>>30547127
I tried looking at it, but not all the pictures are showing up.

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Testing.

>Nobody becomes a hunter expecting to live a long life
That's super dark when you think about it.

>>30548565
What are you talking about?

>>30548599
Urchin's new story. Anon is a monster hunter

>>30548634
I guessed that from the title, just trying to get through it in the bin.

>>30542102
stare while licking my lollipop.

>>30549862
Is that reference, because it feels like a reference

>>30550172
I wish it was.

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Where are you Damynorb?

Bamp

>>30550599
this

>>30550599
>>30551822
double dubs!

>>30550599
Everyone seems to be disappearing, sucks man

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>>30552185
Thet'll be back anin, dont worry

>>30552934
Yeah, maybe their just having IRL trouble.

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Where are you SciAnon?

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>>30554256
Probably, let us pray for theie saftey ans wellbeing

I don't remember the thread ever being this dead. What happened here?

>>30555468
Try again when you figure out how to spell, the gods don't look favorably on the illiterate.
>>30556935
For some reason last thread died even when it was bumped, and the writefags haven't posted their updates in the new one yet. And before you ask, no, no one knows why it happened. I was gone for that time.

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bump from 9

>>30557843
>It's Lemon's own recording of her masturbation session.

>>30557859
Anon rears back in an attempt to pin her down and get rid of his erection.

>>30553465
>>30554255
>>30556175
>>30556846
>>>/wsg/1767393

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goodnight thread, don't die

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>>30542226
>At your locker putting stuff away.
>"Ahem."
>It's Sugarcoat again.
>"When you idiotically charged into me and made me drop my glasses, they got damaged too."
>You look at the pristine condition of her glasses resting on her bridge.
>She hesitantly looks away from your gaze
"They look fine though."
>"Of course a barbarian like you wouldn't notice, you should consider joining a tribe to fit in better."
>You raise your eyebrow at her.
>"Anyway I expect you to pay for it. Here's my phone number so we can keep in contact."
>She hands you a small note with her number elegantly written on it.
>"I'll call you the next time I'm in town, you better have the money by t-then."
>Stiffening up she paces away out of your sight.
>...
>She didn't even say how much her glasses were worth.

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>>30558531
>The next day.
>You were still wondering why she gave you her number if she wanted to call you.
>Either way you didn't want some CP chick hounding you for dosh.
>It's the weekend anyway; you didn't want to have it be interrupted.
>You dial her number into your phone.
>"Hello?"
"It's me, the guy that 'damaged' your glasses-"
>"Oh good,"
>She sounded relieved.
>"We can meet in the mall by the foodcourt. I'm headed there right now."
"Hey, I just wanted to say-"
>She already hung up on you.
>Looks like you're headed to the mall.
>You grab a twenty dollar note and head out.

>You lazily slog your way to the food court.
>No need to rush for something so stupid, right?
>Sugar is seated by the indoor cafe, scanning the crowd.
>She was wearing a much more casual red top and skirt.
>Her eyes spot you as you make your way through.

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>>30558531
>You will never be bullied by Sugarcoat

>>30558675
>"About time you showed up. I was starting to think you got lost."
"At least I don't get making and receiving calls confused."
>She blushes slightly.
>"Well, I've gone through the liberty of having my glasses repaired and fortunately it was covered by my insurance."
>Is that how that works?
>"So you may as well make up your debt to me by buying me lunch."
>You give her an incredulous stare.
>Was this all just a make-shift ploy to get you to go out on a date with her?
>You crane your head back and laugh maniacally.
>Laughing, you start to walk towards the mall's exit.
>Sugarcoat walks after you but abandons your laughing stupor as you exit the mall's parking lot.
>Didn't she understand the point of it?
>You're not one to have friends, because you're
Alone in Equestria Girls Verse.

Bump with content and maybe your thread won't 404, guys.

>>30557193
No, I mean in general. This thread and that last have been virtually all bumps.

>>30554942

Can you at least ask for a good writefag?

>>30558894
The only other good writefag is already posting. No point in summoning him twice.

>>30558702
>Anon is a autistic fuck who knows the title of the story he is in and sticks to it a much as possible to the point of insanity
I'd read it

>>30558702
>Bump with content and maybe your thread won't 404, guys
Exactly. That's something people never seem to get.
>"If I just lurk and occasionally post bump without ever replying or posting anything worthwhile, surely the thread will be populated with writefags and will never die!"
Nothing in this world comes for free. You gave to give something to get something.

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I am so sorry, but the next update will have to be pushed back another day if I'm lucky, and two if I fail at smashing my head against the wall
I don't know why, but when I start writing I either don't like what I've written, or I can't write
I'll just sit there staring at a blank document
Haven't been sleeping well lately, so I'm calling it early and trying to get a decent night for once
Hopefully that solves my writer's block
Again I'm really sorry guys
Also >>30543285
I would whole heartedly recommend you buy it if you like VNs
The drink mixing really takes a back seat to the fantastic characters

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>>30559028
If I get at least four (You)'s I will continue vomiting this autism story into the thread.

>>30559028
>>30559159
Do it, seems like some good comedy

>>30559159
(You)
(You)
(You)
(You)

>>30559159
do it

>>30559159
30559159 (you)

>>30559151
Hey dude, no problem. Take as long as you need. Hopefully getting some rest will help you get your head on straight.

Try doing some exercises before bed, that usually helps me. Some push-ups, sit-ups, or anything else you can do in the bedroom might help.

>>30559159
Do it ya fucking slut.

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>>30559151
Here's a pic to help you with those exercises

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>>30561012

>>30561012
Oh my

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>>30561579
>>30561024
Maybe if we post our writefags favourite hooman, we'll summon them.

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>>30559313
>>30559706
>>30560031
>>30560071
>>30560456
cool, there's interest. I'll continue writing it but probably by retconning that original conclusion.

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>>30561766
I just know Axii's waifu is AJ(?) and YFN is Sunny. I'm not sure.

>>30561781
Sweet, its good too see some Shadowbolts in the story as the main cast this time.

Writefags' waifus are shit

>>30562038
Well I think you should reconsider because I think your waifu is great and everybody's waifu are pure.

>>30562103
Oh yeah? Well thank you, friend. I think your waifu is nice and is lucky to have you.

>>30562187
>>30562103
This was nice.

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>>30561012

>>30561781
Do it.

>>30564300
I can't believe she's dead.

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>>30558702
>>30561781
Ok so I am ignoring that joke ending in spoilers. Picking up where we left off...

>Was this all just a make-shift ploy to get you to go out on a date with her?

>Sugarcoat, as she informed you was indeed her name, demanded you take her to the eat-in diner around the corner.
>Eating her {look up posh food ya bogan} she was enjoying the better part of your twenty dollar note.
>You look at your tiny omelet; it was the only thing you could afford that didn't make you want to throw up at the sight of it.
>"It's not often you go out and eat like this."
>She says it in such a way that she's certain she can't be wrong.
"You could say that."
>If she were interested in you then why would she be so condescending?
>"I'd suggest you do so more often so you can get used to it."
>Used to it? What was she implying?

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>>30565251
>Looking at her while she ate, you didn't see anything particularly noteworthy about her.
>Not that she was an eye-sore, she was just mediocre.
>She shifts a bit and fixes her dress.
>Honestly, you'd rather be alone than with her.
>You get up out of your seat, having already finished your omelet a while ago.
"Well if this means that you won't bother me about your glasses anymore, I'm gonna leave now."
>She looks disappointed, of course.
>"Not like you have anything better to do."
"Anything beats this, honestly."
>Putting your most badass stride on you walk out on her, though it ended up being more of a just-shat-your-pants shamble out the food court.
>Sugarcoat was surprisingly silent as you left. That's good, you suppose.

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>>30565264
>It's next Monday, you stroll into your same old home room and sit in your same old seat near the back.
>Sighing you were just glad that you didn't have to deal with Sugarcoat for the rest of the weekend. Although you do regret not setting your phone to private before calling her.
>It's gonna be good not having any CPA students visiting your school.
>For a year, at least.
>Listening to the background ruckus of the rowdy students, you just zone out for a while. You didn't even notice Ms. Cherilee walk in and get everyone's attention.
>You were actually debating just skipping school today, but-
>"- and Anon, I'd like you to make her feel welcome."
>Spasming out at the sudden call of your name you focus your attention back to in front of you, where Sugarcoat stood looking at you disappointingly.
>"We meet again. Remember to watch where you're going."
>"Oh good, you two have already met. That'll make introducing her to everyone so much easier for you, Anon," Cherilee practically beamed at you.
>You couldn't even formulate a response to protest as Sugarcoat took the empty seat next to you and started getting her books out.
>Sugarcoat steals a glance at you, notices you staring, and quickly pretends she wasn't doing anything at all.
>Today was gonna be a long day.

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>>30565269
>Ms. Cherilee charged you with showing Sugarcoat the locations of the school's buildings, as well as introducing her to any friends you see along the way.
>The chances of which were both next to zero.
>You chuck your stuff into your locker and start heading toward the cafeteria, Sugarcoat trailing behind.
>"For a school guide you're not doing a very good job. You should consider being a janitor."
"What is it with you?"
>You turn around and face her.
"Did you really just up and abandon your life at your snobby private school to go to this dump? Didn't you have a whole bunch of friends there too?"
>She glances away from you.
>"I wouldn't call them that."
"Either way, you're crazy."
>Sugarcoat looks taken aback.
>"You don't know the full situation. Even if you aren't keen in doing your job you should at least have the decency to do something passable."
>She sternly addresses you.
>You turn to walk away.
>"Ms. Cherilee wouldn't be happy about this."
"Alright alright, fine. I'll show you around. The first place we're going to is the cafeteria, because I'm hungry."

>>30565251
>>30565264
Dick move
>>30565269
huh...stalker?
>>30565318
Just, take her, you daft fuckwit. Also, more?

>>30565318
She won't stop being blunt until you hug

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>>30565318
Sorry, normie stuff came up and now I gotta go.

The day just ran out from under me, but I do plan on continuing this tomorrow maybe.

>>30565725
If you leave us hanging I swear to god I'll feel really sad for a while.

>>30565725
I'll bump it.

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>>30558958
Why dont you suck his dick more? There's more than just YFN you know.

>>30566252
I wasn't talking about YFN.

>>30566260
So Scianon then?

>>30566266
So of the 7 writefags alive right now and the 3 who posted last thread, what makes you think that I'm talking about the long dead ghost writer just because I didn't suck off YFN?

>>30566276
Hang on a second. So if you're not talking about YFN or Scianon, who are you talking about? The sugarcoat eritefag

>>30566292
>>30566276
To be honest, who isn't sucking YFN off? He's writing a pretty good story

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>>30565269
>This bitch changed schools

>>30567738
Neh

>>30567738
nobody cares

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>>30566292
Obviously he was referring to me.

jk

>>30566292
Cookiesfh

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>>30565725
That's what Sci told us.

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>>30569507
Don't worry, I'm still here. Also have a name now.

>>30565318
>Sugarcoat gazes over the wide selection of 'food' in the cafeteria.
>Sludge, brown sludge, an apple pie plate that's always empty, and sludge.
>"This looks like they got it fresh from the dumpster outside."
"Beggars can't be choosers."
>Rolling her eyes, she opts not to get anything.
>You call over to the lunch lady and get her to give you two apples from the backroom.
>Catching her having an unregulated smoke break once sure had its benefits.
>You hand an apple to Sugarcoat, which she accepts like it were made of porcelain.
"Just because I'm giving you an apple doesn't mean anything, ok?"
>It'd be awkward if only you were munching on fruit.
>"Well- uh, you could- Y-you should..."
>Her cheeks have gone as red as the apple, and tries to hide it by biting a large chunk into it.
>What a wreck. But damn that was cute.
"Whatever. I'll show you where the A wing is now."

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>>30570042
>Walking through the hallways you and Sugarcoat wade your way through the crowd of students.
>Sugarcoat got quite a few stares but deflected them back with her own expressionless one.
>They probably recognised her from that thing with the... what was it called, equinoxia games?
>You stop in your tracks when you notice who is ahead of you, and Sugarcoat bumps into your back.
>"You don't seem to have good memory. I told you to watch where you're going."
>Sugarcoat bends down searching for something.
>Once again you find her glasses and give them to her.
>Rainbow Dash strides up to your crouched form.
>"Hey buddy, eating the dirt again?"
>You should have never accepted that challenge to a soccer duel.
"What's it to you?"
>"Just checking up on you, to be sure I didn't kick your butt TOO hard."
>She pats you on the back as you get back up.
>"But don't worry, one day you can strive to be NEARLY as awesome as me."
>Sugarcoat gets up and dusts herself off.
>"Anon, you should take her advice. Being at least half the man that Rainbow Dash is is leagues better than what you are now."
>"Oh, I see you're doing the garbage collecting today, Anon. Hope you find a bin soon so you don't stink up the place."

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>>30570086
>You didn't want a stupid confrontation like this. If a teacher gets involved then you're probably getting detention, even for doing nothing.
"Rainbow, leave us alone. We have important things to do."
>"Pffft, you and her, Anon? Anyway, I've got important things to do too, see ya!"
>With that Rainbow jogs off.
>You probably should have phrased that differently; you're going to be the centre of a whole bunch of rumours circulating the school now.
>Sugarcoat adjusts her glasses and looks at you, shuffling a bit.
>"Th-thank you."
"What? What for?"
>"... nevermind."
>Mentally shrugging, you continue to show Sugarcoat around the rest of the school.

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>>30570094
>Your legs hurt.
>Normally you don't walk laps around the school. And now you have to walk all the way home. What did you do to deserve this?
>Sugarcoat was still following you as you left the school's entrance.
>You turn to her.
"Day's up, my job is done."
>"Ms. Cherilee never said it was only for a day."
>You're kidding me.
"Well, we're not inside the school anymore so... yeah."
>You physically shrug this time.
>Sugarcoat stares at you ummovingly for a while. Eventually she lets out a loud breath through her nose.
>She goes and walks towards the bus stop, daintily sitting down.
>You turn to start walking towards your home, but you stop.
>Glancing back toward the bus stop, you see Sugarcoat sitting by herself on the bench.
>She probably had to travel long distance to get to this school, seeing how far away CPA was.
>You hang your head.

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>>30570230
>Before you know it you're sitting down by the bus stop across the bench from her.
>Sugarcoat notices you as you shift your weight.
>"I was understanding that you didn't need to catch this bus."
"My bus comes to this stop as well," you lied.
>A little smile flashes across her face.
>She leans back into her seat, intertwining her fingers.
>You kept looking steadfast ahead of you. You still didn't even know exactly why you forced yourself to walk back here.
>Right now you could have already been hopping the fence to run across that old man's yard as a shortcut to get home.
>You didn't even like Sugarcoat that much; what were you doing here?
>Maybe you should just leave. You look up to see if she was looking at you.
>You could swear you sat further away from her, but she's just looking straight ahead like you were.
>"This is my bus," she says flatly as the bus pulls up in front of you.
"G-goodbye then."
>Sugarcoat looks at you for a moment.
>"Goodbye to you too. Thank you for today."
>She enters the bus and it takes off.
>Once you're sure it's out of sight you curse yourself and start heading home.
>At least no one else saw that.

That's all for now. Catch you nerds later.

>>30570042
Neat, standard procedure is to wait a thread before throwing a new writefag on the list, after you post some more next thread we can make it official.

>>30570259
Moar

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>>30570259
Who are you calling nerd, fag.

Bamp

>>30570259
Bump for more Sugarcoat love

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

>Oh, well that’s slightly unexpected
>Usually if someone has a representation of themselves in their own head they limit it to one
>You can’t recall anyone who’s had more than one of themselves in their own head
>Besides, arguably, yourself
“Wow, do you think he copied you?”
>Anon shakes his head with his smile never waning
>”No, he said it’s a name for cool guys.”
>He points to himself proudly
>”So he said that of course we’d both be named Anon!”
>Talk about patting yourself on the back
>You find a smile of your own pulling at your lips as he hums to himself before getting back to drawing
>His childish excitement comes through loud and clear as he mutters something under his breath
>”Yea, I’m cool…”
>It’s good to see even though his persona has changed with age that his inner thoughts can still be so jubilant
>Reminds you of the almost perpetual grin he used to have on his face around Igi
>You have to mentally reel yourself in from drifting too far off target as memories try to force their way to the forefront of your mind
>You should learn more about both the funny mystery man, and the other Anon
>Perhaps starting with other Anon…
“So if you and the funny man watch cartoons, what does the other Anon do with you?”
>He fingers through the pile of crayons next to him as he purses his lips
>”He mostly likes to watch me draw and stuff.”
>So the older version watches over the younger?
>Is there a reason?
“So he likes your drawings?”
>Anon younger nods as he picks a purple crayon
>”Yea, he looks through my drawings a lot.”
>So the other Anon likes to look through his memories?
>You’re beginning to wonder just what this older version is up to

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>>30572251
>Maybe you can find out through the memories he browses?
>Only one way to find out
“Do you know what his favorite drawings are?”
>Anon cuter stops drawing for a moment before glancing towards the large desk at the front of the classroom
>”He keeps a book for the ones he said teacher would really like.”
>Like a greatest hits of Anon’s memory?
>Anon the munchkin’s face seems to deflate a bit as he looks down at his work
>”It also has all the ones he said I shouldn’t look at anymore.”
>Really now?
>Is this how Anon represses memories?
>Crouching down you place a hand on the tiny Anon’s shoulder
“Would you mind if I had a peek at them?”
>His eyes shift from you to the desk before he scratches his head
>”I don’t know, Anon said that only he and Teacher should see those…”
>Only a teacher or other Anon?
>Well you have an easy solution to that
“That’s alright, I’m the vice-principal!”
>Anon junior gives you a very concerning deadpan stare
>”A, what?”
>Did he really not know what a vice-princ—
>What are you thinking?
>He already could barely remember names, remembering the titles of staff he probably never sees isn’t really that likely
>Alright improvise!
“It’s like, the teacher’s teacher!”
>He nods with understanding clear on his little pudgy mug
>”Oh ok, that makes sense!”
>He points to the desk he looked at earlier
>”It’s a big book in the desk.”
>You nod before standing up
“Alright, I’m going to take a look at your work.”
>You notice him somewhat freeze up as you say this
>Before heading off you alleviate his anxiety
“Don’t worry; I won’t grade it, even though I think you draw rather well.”
>He visibly relaxes as you mention not grading him before looking away
>With a sigh he looks away with a wry smile
>”Everybody says that…”

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>>30572257
>You resist the urge to pat his head as he stares down at the table
“It’s only because it’s true.”
>Tiny tot Anon throws his hands up in the air before running them through his hair
>”Aggghh what are you Dad?!”
>You chuckle to yourself at the somewhat pouty little boy in front of you
>That’s definitely something Igi would say
>It’s easy to forget that not so long ago Anon was embarrassed like this by everyone
>Just seeing Anon as an adorable little tyke trying to shrug off your praise again is really bringing you back
>But it’s so hard to resist complimenting such a cute baby bo—
>Alright, maybe it’s time to stop
>After all, Anon isn’t a baby anymore
>Even if this one is…
>You wave off his frustration as you turn back to the desk
“He’s right you know, but don’t mind me, you can go back to drawing in peace.”
>With puffed cheeks he goes back to coloring in something with his purple crayon in hand
>You can hear him mutter to himself as you walk towards the desk
>Stopping next to the desk itself you examine it
>Cluttered atop it are several loosely detailed things you’d expect on a teacher’s desk
>An apple, a nameplate with the name smudged, a mug full of pencils, and a placemat with a folder atop it
>The nameplate doesn’t really surprise you considering where you are
>Inspecting behind the desk reveals a single cupboard door
>You pull it open to find a large leather-bound book slumped against the side
>Taking the book out you place it on the desk placemat
>Upon further examination of the book you immediately notice how detailed it is in comparison to everything else in the room
>It’s very weathered with some of the leather seemingly rubbed through revealing the bare book cover beneath

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>>30572261
>There also seems to be the remnants of what you think was a golden leaf border along with some wri—
>Oh god, you recognize this book…
>Flipping it over confirms your suspicion as you see a small burn mark near the spine
>You completely forgot about this old thing
>You thought Igi did too, but he must not have if Anon’s seen it
>Running your fingers across the old leather you feel a horde of memories pine for the spotlight in your mind
>The pawnshop you eyeballed this beautiful book in, the half smirk of that knucklehead when he gave it to you, the trials you’ve faced with this in hand, the victories shared with friends, the midwinter night’s dream you shared when you finally kis—
>A droplet hits the back cover followed by another as your vison becomes fuzzy
>Your leaky eyes snap you back to reality
>This, this is not something you needed to see right now
>Wiping away the tears you try your best to get ahold of yourself
>You’re here for a reason; you don’t have the luxury of time to cry
>You only have the time to be a big girl
>Snorting you turn the book back over as you prepare yourself
>You have a feeling these are no-doubt memories about him
>Perhaps even the memories of yourself and sister
>It’s obvious you won’t be able to stand experiencing so many memories if even a third of them have to do with him
>So you’ll need to clear your head and focus if you don’t want to be drawn into the pictures
>What were Kibitz’s old sayings?
>Closing your eyes you try to recall the old words that helped to sharpen your focus like a blade so long ago
>It takes you a moment to recall the dead language

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>>30572266
>Under your breath you begin to recite the adages of Kibitz’s you can remember
“Aliis Vivere…”
>Like a sputtering light you can feel your real focus “ignite” like a candle
“Si Vis Pachem Para Bellum…”
>Your mind begins to clear as your unnecessary thoughts quietly fade away from the light
“Allere Flammam Veritatis…”
>The flame that is your focus collapses in on itself causing it to intensify in strength
“Nam veritas liberabit vos.”
>With the final words ringing throughout your mind you feel the concentration of yesteryear fully actualize
>Your mind is quiet as the spine of the leather-bound book creaks from your intrusion of its pages
>All the familiar markings of the first page are there, but they do not bother you, much
>You almost daintily grasp the yellowed page as your eyes begin to wander
>With a flex of willpower you jerk them back to your hand
>You must not linger
>You are here for the pictures, and you will not delay
>With a heavy hand you force the page to flip
>The first two pictures taped to their own individual pages greet you
>They all seem to invite you to get lost in their sensation overriding spell, but you stay resolute as your mind refuses the invitation
>It’s after you reject their pull do you notice something odd
>These pictures seem to both have vivid photo-realistic qualities
>Perhaps, more attention was given to them?
>Before you get too caught up in examining them further you begin flipping through the pages rapidly
>All cry out for attention, but you deny each of them, instead only processing what they represent before moving on
>The bulk of this first chunk of the book appear to be random snippets of a happy Anon with his parents

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>>30572282
>That, does not surprise you
>It appears he really is locking those memories away
>As you near the middle you find inter-spliced pictures with quite a few more people interacting with Anon
>Friends, you’d wager just by how frequently they appear
>Though you do see two more tall figures in the background of a few of these you believe to be hazy renditions of sister and yourself accompanying his parents
>Guess you were right about why he seems to treat you and sister like strangers
>Not that you blame him, you’re only present with Igi…
>Your hand hesitates at the thought, but only for a moment
>You resume you quick inspection for the book making note of the change in the pages
>The pictures are still the same, but the pages seem to take on a darker hue
>What looks like scribbles with black pen can be seen in the slightly darker paper along with a few splotches of ink
>The somewhat unnoticeable little chicken scratches that pepper the pages quickly spiral into large angry black clouds of swirled pen strokes that almost encroach on the pictures taped to said pages as you continue
>Until, just as suddenly as they appeared, they stop appearing on any of the pages
>The two pictures where they stop appear to be of two people standing in front of a long black car and of a ceiling?
>Even in your focus you can feel something as your fingers pinch the next page
>You can’t quite place the feeling, but it must be quite strong if you feel it
>It feels like it may perhaps be some mix of anger and, something?
>It’s only a vague feeling, but it’s there none the less
>You almost don’t want to turn the page, but you know that to truly understand what the older Anon is you must see all there is in this book
>Steeling yourself for whatever may come you flip the page
>Oh…

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>>30572287
>https://youtu.be/-YqKyfaipaA?t=1m30s
>The sheer sight of what lies on these pages causes a feeling of absolute revulsion to brew within you
>Pools of black ink threaten to flow from the pages as the claw like markings of black pulse
>The pictures are almost completely blotted out by the various scratches and gouges that cover them
>You can make out that these are pictures of a single person, but of who…
>The longer you gaze at it you begin to notice what lies atop the ink wounds
>Oh god
>You don’t know what that is, but you can hear it
>*Ch-chunk*
>A blob of ink given tangible form that somehow assaults your mind with its heartbeat like pounding
>As though it were probing your head with its unbearable screams
>*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk*
>Spots of neon pink flow from the congealed mess outwards towards the page’s edges as it beats like a corrupted heart
>*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk*
>You don’t know how it’s getting through to you so clearly
>*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk*
>Its rage
>*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk*
>The pure unbridled feeling of animosity
>*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk*
>You feel like throwing the monstrous amalgamation away just to put some distance between you and it
>*Ch-chunk* *ch-chunk* *ch-chunk**ch-chunk*
>The beating causes you physical pain
>*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk*
>YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING
>*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk*
>ANYTHING TO MAKE IT STOP
>*Ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk**ch-chunk*
>EVeRyONe WILl FeEL mY RAgE
>With a burst of lucidity you practically tear the pages flipping past the black ichor

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>>30572292
>Almost immediately after the page flips the beating stops, along with the foreign thoughts in your head
>You stand back from the book as you try to regain your composure
>The rapid beating of your heart is making it hard to steady your now trembling hands
>You wipe your now sweaty brow as you take deep breaths
>A multitude of questions fly around your head in a flurry
>The most important one causing the biggest ruckus in your mind now however…
>Just what in the hell was that THING?!
>You may not have dream walked in a bit so you’re rusty, that’s a given
>That THING however…
>You don’t remember anything in other peoples’ mind that affected you so, viscerally
>You can’t even begin to hypothesize on what exactly it is or where it came from
>It’s just so, alien
>You stare at the open book your eyes settling on the new defaced pictures
>Even under their ink wounds they call out and invite you to partake in them
>You stroke your chin with your slightly shaky hand as you contemplate
>You’re at least sure it’s a repressed memory, a magically charged one at that
>Perhaps this is Shadowfright’s handy work?
>No no, this isn’t Shadowfright’s style
>Not only that, but considering what Will said about him being weakened, it doesn’t make sense it’d be so powerful either
>Not to mention that this thing is buried within the desk
>No matter how powerful it is, a repressed memory can only affect someone if it’s actively being visited while they’re conscious
>So who could’ve put that there?
>For that matter, why even go through the trouble of putting it in Anon’s head?
>You’re quite certain that to pull whatever made that thing off it’d require a massive amount of magic
>Just what have you been up to Anon?
.
.
.
And that’s it for today; sorry it took so long and sorry that this section will be a tad bit longer than anticipated.
Look forward to more at our regularly scheduled 2-3 days. See ya then!

>>30572296
Don't come back faggot.
plz come back

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>>30571133
>That pic

I can't

>>30570259
Sugarbump

>>30572296
Welp, guess Anon is gonna get a talk when they get up.

>>30572261
Damn, Luna good with kids...I hate my life.

>>30572287
>You resume you quick inspection
your*
>>30572296
Magic rage mode?

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>>30572296
Looks like Luna wasn't just friends with Incognito.
Thanks for the update bruh.

bumpo

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>>30574108
So what, luna is secretly anons mother?

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>>30574680
Impossible, iirc her mother and Luna appears together in one of the flashbacks.

>>30565264
>>30573845
good taste

>>30574941
Igi had an affair with luna

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>>30575513
That's immoral

>>30573845
Bump again

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>>30570259
>You enter your bedroom collapse into your bed.
>What were you going to do? You didn't like Sugarcoat, the way she insults everybody and how she's so bland.
>You keep telling yourself this.
>Rolling around you stare up at your ceiling, noticing the little crack in the paint and the spider bro hanging out in the corner.
>You decide that you'll try to avoid Sugarcoat tomorrow, give yourself a chance to think straight and maybe actually do some work for once.
>Tomorrow.

>Fortunately you didn't see Sugarcoat on your way to home room this morning.
>Wonder if she's even going to show up today.
>Ms. Cherilee comes in and informs the class of this week's duties, to which you just zone out to.
>Who are you kidding? You're never going to get work done in your life.
>"Our class always starts at eight forty-five, I'll let you off with a warning this time."
>Lolling your head around you see Sugarcoat taking a seat next to you.
>Same old, same old... even though it's only been once before. You were still going to stick to your plan.
>Sugarcoat doesn't attempt to talk to you all class. In fact you're pleasantly surprised when you manage to go outside during recess all by yourself.
>What a great scenario.

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>>30576521
>You come out of the cafeteria, apple in hand, to find a place where no one will give you shit.
>Usually by the abandoned picnic area near the back.
>Finding it empty you sit down on a rotting wooden bench and gaze out into the courtyard.
>Taking a bite of your apple you peer out into the distance, and notice that purple chick talking to Sugarcoat.
>What was her name... Bella? No wait, you're pretty sure it's Twilight.
>You can't make out what they're saying, but judging from their body language it doesn't seem like Twilight's that into it.
>Twilight hastefully walks off leaving a dejected looking Sugarcoat.
>Was she trying to make friends?
>You know all too well what Sugarcoat's like but you thought Twilight was a transfer student from CPA as well. Why wouldn't she want to be friends with her?
>It'll be an uphill battle for Sugarcoat if she's being shunned by the only girl she had a chance to be friends with.
>You throw the core of your apple into the trash.

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>>30576569
>The same thing happens during lunchtime.
>You go out to the picnic area to enjoy your brown sludge by yourself, and through the throng of students you occassionally see Sugarcoat sulk through the courtyard by herself.
>You feel a pang of guilt go through you.
>Even if you're not the direct reason she's in her situation, it's pretty obvious she only initially moved here because of you.
>Or maybe you shouldn't be so egotistical and think that everything has to revolve around you.
>It's possible that she had to change schools for some unrelated reason to you. After all, she was avoiding you today.
>You shut your eyes and shake your head. Maybe you're thinking about this too much.
>Glancing up you see Sugarcoat again, sighing as she sits on a bleacher by herself.
>What if you gave her a chance? A proper chance where you talk to her and actually get to know her better? Instead of always running out on her.
>You'll never find out if you keep pushing her back, as annoying as she can be sometimes.
>Relationships are all about self-sacrifice, right?

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>>30576595
>Begrudgingly, you get up and shuffle towards the bleachers.
"Hey."
>Sugarcoat notices you.
>"You're really bad at greetings. You should consider not greeting anyone else."
>Of course she was going to make this hard.
>She mutters something under her breath you can't make out.
>She looks at you with her monotone stare.
>"You should ask what you want before you lose my attention."
>You clear your throat a little and regain your fortitude.
"I was wondering if you'd like to hang out tonight with me."
>Sugarcoat's eyes open wide and she stares at you.
>She stays motionless for a minute.
>Shit, you didn't break her, did you?
"Sugar?"
>Her mouth opens, but instead of words coming out she just makes a squeaking sound.
>Closing her eyes and coughing into her fist she looks back at you.
>"Of course! I mean... not that I have anything else to do today. I mean, let me look at my schedule."
>She shakingly pulls her phone out of her pocket and swipes it with her finger for a bit.
>"Sorry, but I've got clarinet rehearsal on tonight. Would Wednesday be fine instead."
>In the back of your head you think she's lying to you, but whatever.
"Whatever suits you."
>"Okay."
>She puts her phone away and bolts out of sight.
>Weird.
>You hope you won't regret this.

>>30576645
D'awww

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>>30576645
>You think that's everyone. But despite that there's this terrible nagging feeling in your head that you've forgotten someone.
>Ooo, and a nagging feeling like that has never been wrong before.
>Well, you do have all of your friends seated on the table around you. Maybe you should ask-
>"Hey girls, you ever wonder why Sugarcoat is always alone?"
>Sunset Shimmer, the most recent to have been added to your core circle of friends, is standing up at the end of the table.
>"Honestly I think I should go and talk to her and-"
"THAT'S THE ONE!" you blurt out.
>"What?"
"That's the person I forgot about, I need to throw a party for them!"
>Sunset looks a bit worried.
>"Pinkie, I don't think-"
"I hereby declare that I, Pinkie Pie, shall throw Sugarcoat the greatest and most funnest welcoming party ever seen by this school!"
>"That's what you say about all of your parties."
>"Well, would you like some help-"
>You couldn't hear the rest of what Sunset was saying because you were already halfway toward where Sugarcoat was sitting.

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>>30576645
Anon and Sugarcoat sitting in a tree...

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>>30576787
>Sugarcoat shoots you a deadpan glare, something that's no match to your excitement and wide smile!
"Hiya, Sugar! What 'cha doin'?"
>"If first impressions were graded on elegance, you would fail miserably."
>You swing your arm around and strike a pose.
"How excited would you be if I told you that you were invited to the greatest and funnest welcoming party of all time, hosted by none other than me, Pinkie Pie!"
>Putting a noise maker to your lips you blow as hard as you can to properly convey the idea of what it'll be like.
>"If this were a scale out of ten, I would say negative ten."
"It'll be on Wednesday night down by the festival hall. Be there!"
>You hand Sugarcoat a flyer detailing the event.
>"Wait, I can't, I'm busy that night."
>On your way back to your table you were already wondering what sorts of decorations you should use. Should you maybe bring the party cannon too?
>You'll be sure to invite as much of the school as possible, so you'll get your friends to help spread the word!

That's all for now.

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>>30576825
I'll cut her if she makes my boi Anon sad

>>30576796
C-U-C-K-I-N-G

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>>30577377
>Inb4 Anon ends fucking Twilight.
>This kills the Sugarcoat.

>>30576521
>You enter your bedroom collapse into your bed.
bedroom and*

>>30576787
I see what you did there...kind of sad Anon didn't even register to her.

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>>30577428
thanks

I'm actually surprised no one noticed the huge blunder I made in >>30565251

>>30577667
I admit, I was kind of tired and didn't notice, in fact I am about to go to bed. Goodnight folks.

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>>30577749
nightie night
sleep tight
don't let the bugbears bite

>>30576825
Pinkie and Sugar have a lot in common: They talk too much in their own way and they have no tact...at least Sugarcoat seems to listen a bit more.

>>30576825
bump

>>30576825
i'll be patient

>>30577377
delet this

Writefag...are you still around here?

>>30581350
It's not even been 24 hours, calm it janet

>>30581350
He ded

>>30581350
if you're talking about me then no, I'm at work. But I will post later tonight.

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>>30582172
Nah mang, your fine. Just some memeing going on there.

>>30582172
i sure do like these time diferences, in here it's 3 AM

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>>30582571
>i sure do like these time diferences, in here it's 3 AM
Maybe he just works...

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>>30582754
I fucking love that episode

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>>30582816
So do I

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>>30576825
>Back in your bedroom's walk-in closet, you look through your large number of dresses and outfits.
>You knew this would take up a whole afternoon to decide on, but why did that pink brat have to choose Wednesday in particular for her stupid party?
>Not that it matters too much, because you would have never gone either way, but it still bothers you. She didn't even make sure of consent.
>Consent... that's pretty rich coming from you.
>From the first moment you met Anon you set plans into place to bump into him again. To have him buy you lunch, and give you tours of the school.
>You shake your head. It's not really like that. This isn't any different from a regular relationship; you were just encouraging it like anyone else would do.
>You pick out a particular outfit, one you haven't worn in a while.
>It had a yellow top with frilly white shoulder cuffs and a matching pleated skirt.
>This was the one.

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>>30583956
>A part of you was still in disbelief that Anon had actually asked you out.
>Well, it was an inevitability, but he called you 'Sugar' as well!
>You couldn't even form the proper words to speak when he called you that.
>Hopefully it didn't make you think you were weird or rude. Despite all the insults you threw his way.
>You never really meant any of those things, but they just come out. You need to stop that.
>Hopefully you can show him a softer side of you tonight.
>You jump from you phone's ringtone suddenly going off.
>Picking it up you see the caller is 'Anon <3'.
"Hello?"
>"Hey Sugarcoat, it's me."
>Even though it was just his voice you still felt like you were melting.
>"Just wanted to be sure that you knew the place we were going. You know the restaurant called Nourriture Dégoûtante?"
"Yeah, that's actually pretty close by. I can walk there."
>You didn't want Anon to know where you lived just yet, or else he might question why you transfered school.
>"You sure? I can pick you up if you want-"
"No, I'm sure. S-so how were you today?"
>"Huh? What did you say?"
"N-nothing hopeyouhaveagoodnight."
>You scramble to hang up before you make more a fool of yourself.
>Maybe you should spend some time practicing how to talk nicely to people before going out.

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>>30583974
>Walking down the street the evening air sends chills up your spine.
>Although the Nourriture Dégoûtante wasn't that far, it was still a fair walk to get there.
>Maybe you should have brought a jacket.
>As you near a corner of the street you hear a bit of commotion going on. Curiousity takes the better of you as you turn into the other street.
>"Sugarcoat!"
>Pinkie Pie and a whole bunch of her lackies are walking straight toward you.
>"Would ya like a lift to the party?"
"What? No, I-"
>But before you could finish Pinkie and a few of the others hoist you up above their heads and start marching forwards.
>"That's a nice dress you got on too!"
"It wasn't even for this! Put me down!"
>But try as you might, the crowd below you were intent on taking you to the party.

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>>30583997
>The moment your feet touch the ground at the entrance to the festival hall you run off to the side of the building.
>"Sugarcoat, where are you going? Party's inside."
"I'm not attending your stupid party. You should pack it all up."
>Pinkie Pie's face contorts a bit.
>"You think my party's stupid?"
"Yes. Now leave me alone."
>"But I did it just for you, so you could feel welcomed to your new school!"
"I don't see how anybody could like someone as irritating as you."
>Pinkie Pie looks visibly deflated as you turn away.
>You put your hand in your pocket to fish out your phone. You needed to tell Anonymous what happened.
>To your horror you don't feel anything there.
>Checking your other pocket, your bra, everything, and it suddenly hits you that it must have fallen out sometime during that spontaneous body surfing march.
>You clutch your face. This is really bad. The festival hall was on the opposite end of town to the Nourriture Dégoûtante.
>Anon was probably sitting at the table alone right now, wondering where you are.
>There was no way you'd get there in time by walking.
>You start scouring the streets for a taxi to wave down.

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>>30584006
>You idly munch on your complimentary bread while staring at the empty chair in front of you.
>She wouldn't stand you up, would she?
>Was this her act of revenge for all the times you walked out on her?
>You knew it! She was acting way too obvious for it to be genuine.
>You smash your hand down on the table, but hit the lip of the plate causing all the breadcrumbs to fly up into your face.
>She was probably laughing at you right now, sitting on her luxurious couch in her fancy mansion stroking her pet cat.
>A waiter comes up beside you.
>"A napkin, sir?"
"No, thank you. Cancel my reservation, I'm not having dinner here."
>The waiter scoffs at you.
>"As you wish, sir."
>You get up and march out of the restaurant.

>Back in your bedroom you flop onto your bed again.
>You didn't even feel like eating anything for dinner so you came straight back home.
>Time didn't seem to matter as you let the world around you fade to black.

That's all for now.

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>>30584006
THAT'S IT

>>30583956
Dawww, she is trying to get into feelings.
>>30583974
>Hopefully it didn't make you think you were weird or rude. Despite all the insults you threw his way.
make him*. And autist Sugar is cute.
>>30583997
Yeah...Pinkie having helpers makes sense.
>>30584006
Don't....ohhhhh, Sugar, ya shouldn't have done that.
>>30584028
Awwww, this isn't gonna end well. Is Sugar going to yell at Pinkie when Anon doesn't talk to her?

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>>30584028
Whats gonna happen at school?

>Mfw a girl did this to me once
>Mfw when she said she fell asleep
>Mfw I found out it was on some guy's dick

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>>30584313
Sometimes I wish I could time travel so I could hit my past self in the back of my head.

Glad to see you're enjoying it!

>>30584549
F

>>30584028
Fuuuuuck that. Pinkie deserves all the suffering coming her way.
>"Hey wanna come to my party?"
"No"
>"nah bitch come on fuck your night "
Congrats, I hate Pinlie even more now.

For the first time i will say: Poor Sugarcoat.

>>30584028
RIP Sugarcoats love life

>>30584028
I smell lots of drama coming

>>30586063
I smell a dirty tripfag.

>>30586486
He forgot to take it off from the other thread.

>>30585988

bampo

>Alone in Equestria Girls Verse
Does that mean anon stuck EQG universe but not Equestria about my little pony?

do we have any story like that?

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>>30588597
I would read it.
>He started yelling >NO HOOVES.

Update from Sea Urchin when?

>>30589925
Funny you should mention that.

>>30536447

>With some amount of effort, you part from her.
>Standing up, you turn your back to the purple woman and examine yourself.
>Jesus, you’re covered head to toe in blood and guts.
>Somehow, you have to manage to clean all this off yourself well enough that Rarity can’t smell anything on you later.
>You can explain a lot of things away, but you don’t even want to think about how to word out why you smell like eight hundred different blood bags.
“Hey, you got a shower in here?”
>”Huh? Yeah, of course.”
>Somebody in this building must have some clothes you could use.
>You pull off your jacket, heavy with blood, and let it flop onto the floor.
>Next, you grab the bottom of your shirt and yank it up over your head, smearing the liquids all over yourself.
>You throw that unceremoniously onto the floor as well and make it over to a mirror, just to look for shits and giggles.
>The room is plainly visible in the reflection, but the purple girl is nowhere to be found.
>Must have left.
>That’s probably for the best anyway.
>You chuckle, remembering all the times people caught looks at your scar riddled body.
>It’s usually the same look of shock or disgust.
>”My, your body sure does tell quite a story.”
>She’s ba--
>Your heart stops.
>Your breathing stops.
>That voice came from behind you.
>But the mirror…
>”Like I said. Everyone’s dead.”
>Before you can even turn, she grabs onto your shoulders and hoists you up off the ground.
>Like a ragdoll, you’re thrown across the room.
>As you soar through the air, you twist and spot her wicked smile, fangs on full display.
>”Ta ta, hunter.”
>Bitch!

>>30590129

>Your form shatters the window you collide with.
>Glass slices into your back, but that’s not even a concern right now.
>You’re airborne now, in every sense of the word.
>Twenty stories up and the whole world looks so tiny beneath you.
>Like a rock, you drop.
>The floors speed by you, becoming mere blurs in your speedy descent.
>You’ve taken some hits, but one like this would be the end.
>There’s nothing but concrete and people below you.
>Nothing to land on.
>No tools to use.
>Think, Anon!
>In a last ditch effort, you extend your hand and grab onto outstretched stone arm of a statue far too close to ground level.
>The shoulder of the structure creaks, and bits of rock fly into your face as your sudden weight fractures your grappling point.
>You swing, throwing yourself toward a window just three feet away.
>It’s a few inches open. Just enough for you to slide your fingers into and hold steady.
>You feel like someone just plugged a space heater into your chest.
>Everything is warm, especially your cheeks and bowels.
>You swallow hard and try to get a bearing on your situation.
>Not one thought enters your mind before all the alarms in your head start going off.
>Through the window you’re clinging to, you can see her enter the room.
>She closes the distance between you and the door in just a second.
>You shout and throw yourself back, not thinking too much about the consequences of that action until it’s too late to take it back.
>Your feet slip off the blue bricks and once more, you’re plummeting.
>This time, you don’t catch anything.
>Instead, you hit the plastic canopy covering the entrance area and bounce off it, flying up a couple feet before heading back for the ground.
>You slam onto the concrete, right on your bad side, and howl in pain as the shock of it rips through your chest.

>>30590134

>Groaning, you scrape yourself up off the ground and crawl over to the side of the building, laying your back against it to catch your breath.
>You clutch your ribs, trying hopelessly to hold the burning inside yourself.
>Thankfully, the bystanders continue walking without a care in the world, as if a shirtless man covered in blood falling from the sky was just an everyday occurrence.
>Granted, in some parts of the world, it is.
>Wait, no, you have to move.
>Get away from this building, jackass.
>Grabbing onto a nearby trash can, you use it to pull yourself up onto your feet.
>Your damp shoes squelch as weight returns to them, but it’s not the sound of your feet that chills your hot body.
>What sends a shiver down your spine is the sound of breaking glass a few yards behind you.
>Slowly, you turn your head.
>There she is.
>The purple vampire.
>Fuck, fuck, fuck.
>Find a stake.
>No, your bracers. Those will do.
>You wrench your wrist, bringing the holy blade forth past your fist.
>She doesn’t look at you though.
>The now fully clothed woman completely ignores you as she walks by, acting just as oblivious as any of the pedestrians surrounding you.
>Not even a yard away, she disappears into the huge crowd.
>Are...are you safe?
>Is this going to turn into an ambush?

>>30590142

>You blink and wipe your eyes, wincing as the pain of that reminds you that your hands are covered in blood and now trash as well.
>Forced now to squint, you scan the area, keeping an eye out for any colors that particularly stand out.
>Of all the candy-coated people, none of them are purple.
>You finally feel like you can calm down, but instead opt not to.
>Who knows? Once you’re calm, she might jump out.
>Just because you can’t see her doesn’t mean she’s not there.
>Ever watchful, you take a deep breath and start on the walk back to your truck.
>The bitter fall air bites at your skin even more now that you’re wet, and you fear your nipples might become sharper than your blades soon.
>When you reach your truck, the first thing you do is blast the heat.
>Eventually, you make it to the Charlemane Manehattan branch, and crawl out of your vehicle.
>You moan and grab your ribs again.
>After taking a few steps, you stop dead and pat down your pants, making sure your wallet hadn’t fallen out in the action.
>Nope, the leathery lump in your pocket is still present.
>Well at least one good thing happened today.
>The man at the front desk looks you over and sighs when you slap some money down on the counter.
“Extended stay.”
>”You gonna get mah rooms all mussed up?”
“Just the one.”
>”O’course.”
>His lazy eye eventually trails down to the pile of bloody bills you placed on the laminated wood.
>”That gets ya three nights.”
“Whatever.”
>You snatch the key from his hand and head into your assigned apartment to freshen up.
>Once you’re in, you make a beeline for the kitchen and use the provided salt to cover up all entrances to the room.

>>30590150

>After that, you spend a fair amount of time cleaning up.
>It takes an hour and a half of vigorous scrubbing until your skin was red, but you’re confident that the scent of blood has been replaced with lavender and aftershave.
>Unzipping your duffle bag, you pull out the only change of clothes you packed, those being jeans and white t-shirt, which you fully expect to be not white by the end of the week.
>Aw shit, you need a new jacket.
>A quick look outside shows that the sun has begun to set, so the clock is ticking as far as Rarity is concerned.
>You grab a few essentials and bail on the place, gunning for a clothing shop nearby.
>They provide you with a plain brown canvas jacket.
>All set with that, you finally head off for Rarity’s place.
>Being back in that area makes you weary, and you can already feel the sweat on your forehead.
>Calling out isn’t an option right now.
>Anything that could possibly hinder your relationship is an absolute negative.
>With a moment’s hesitation, you hop out of the truck and march across the black to Celes Tower.
>You cross your arms, keeping your right hand close to the silver cross inside your jacket.
>Anything jumps, and they get it.
>Nothing terribly bad happens on the way there.
>You greet the doorman and he doesn’t lunge for your neck.
>None of the bystanders in the lobby seem particularly interested in feasting on you.
>There’s also no purple people as far as you can tell.
>Everything is looking good so far.
>The elevator doors slide open, beckoning you to enter.
>You almost do, too, until the thought of you being stuck in a closed steel box with a psycho vampire flashes in your mind.
“Stairs.”

>>30590153

>It only takes six extra minutes, but you end up at the top floor.
>The gross yellow carpeting of the building is gone when you reach this point, replaced by bleach white.
>Everything.
>It’s all white.
>At least with all this blankness, any purple will just pop right out.
>You take a few deep breaths and count to ten as you approach the door to her suite.
>Have to calm down before you meet her. Hell, she can probably hear your heartbeat already.
>You were excited at the prospect of seeing her. Yeah, that’s what you can say if she asks.
>The stark whiteness of her door is almost blinding.
>It’s odd, really.
>This close to her, you almost feel safe.
>It’s not that you trust her, just that you trust her more than the other one.
>If anything were to happen, you have a vampire on your side.
>Well, “on your side” is strong phrasing.
>It’s hard to explain, but the point is that you feel safe enough to uncross your arms.
>Following that, you knock on the door a few times and wait.
>And wait.
>And wow, it’s already been ten seconds.
>She sure is taking her sweet time.
>Since you’ve known her, it never took more than five.
>”Coming,” comes the voice you’ve come to know so well.
>In another few moments, the lock clicks, the knob turns, and her alabaster door swings open.
>”My, don’t you look gruff,” she says with a smirk.
>She shakes her head, throwing the deep purple mane back over her shoulder.
>A few of the luscious curls part as well, showing off her soft, gentle eyes.
>What you’d give to jam a screwdriver in them.

>>30590164

“Shall we then?” you ask, extending an elbow.
>”Oh, not quite yet, darling!”
>The excited woman does grab your elbow, but she pulls you into her apartment and closes the door.
>”There’s someone I want you to meet.”
>You let out a little laugh and follow her into the main room where a few modern pieces of furniture si--
>Oh hell no.
>”So you’re Anonymous,” chirps a very familiar purple woman perched on Rarity’s sofa.
>”Anon, this is Twilight. We used to be close in high school.”
>”I recently moved into town and I wanted to visit an old friend. You don’t mind if I move in on your turf, do you, Anon?”
>Her smile tells two totally different stories depending on the perspective of the person looking at it.
>Twilight adjusts her thick framed glasses and leans back, resting on the couch.
>Suddenly, Rarity’s hand finds its way to your forehead.
>”Darling, are you quite alright? You’re pale as a ghost.”
>They were friends in high school?
>You sure as hell don’t remember a Twilight.
>It must have happened after you left.
>”Darling? Oh, do sit down.”
“What?”
>Your date drags you over to the couch and plots you down just two feet from Twilight.
>You can feel the blood in your veins coagulating as you sit in a vain attempt to solidify its place in your body as opposed to hers.
>”We might not be able to go out with you like this.”
“Wow now,” you interject, suddenly more aware of Rarity than earlier. “I’m good. The jacket’s just warm. I need air is all.”
>”Nonsense! I’m getting you some water. Twilight, do keep him company.”
>”Gotcha.”
>Rarity darts out of the room and into the kitchen to mess around with some glasses.

>>30590169

>”So, you two been dating long?”
>You stare at her, long and hard, in a mix of disbelief and...no, not fear. Not a mix.
>You’re not afraid.
>Don’t give her that power over you.
>Even so, that’s easier thought than done.
>You keep seeing yourself falling to the ground.
>How many seconds would it take her to throw you out the window?
>Two? Three?
>She wouldn’t do that though. No, not in front of Rarity.
>Right?
>”You ok, Anon?”
“Huh?”
>”I asked you a question. What, is there something else on your mind?”
>She sounds so concerned, but that damned smile kills it for you.
>Anybody with, say, super hearing might think it’s a caring friend.
>Anybody looking at her, at those long fangs, would get a very different vibe.
>She wiggles her eyebrows at you and makes a small biting gesture.
“What was the question?”
>”You two been dating long?”
“A while.”
>”A while, huh?”
“Yeah.”
>”That’s nice. How did you meet?”
“We bumped into each other.”
>”That’s all?”
>Remember, Anon. Rarity is listening.
“I bumped into her at the market. When I saw her,” you struggle to produce your words, having to look at Twilight strangling the air while suppressing a giggle. “I knew I’d found the most beautiful girl on Earth. I had to get to know her.”
>”Aw, how sweet.”
“Don’t tell her I said that though.”

>>30590177

>”Don’t worry, cowboy. Your secret is safe with me.”
“Is it?”
>”I won’t tell as long as you don’t.”
>You’re going to fucking stab her if she keeps smiling like that.
>”Back,” calls out Rarity, arriving with a tall, slim glass of crystal clear water.
>She hands it to you gently, as if too much force would break either it or you.
>You nod and bring it to your lips, taking a sip.
>As far as water goes, it’s not bad. Not the best you’ve ever had.
“Wow, this is great. Top shelf stuff, right here.”
>”It’s Brita,” she replies.
>You tip your head back and down the glass.
>”How’s your chest?” asks Twilight.
>You choke on the water and lean forward, trying to catch the spittle in the cup.
>Moving it away, you cough into your hand rather violently until all the water leaves your throat.
“It’s, uh, fine. Why do you ask?”
>”Well, given the symptoms you’re showing, the addition of chest pains might suggest a cold.
>She leans forward, reaching a hand out, and places two fingers right on your ribcage.
>With just the smallest movement, it feels like she gave you a mean right hook smack dab in the sore spot.
>You struggle to hold in a shout and manage to do so, only letting out a slight groan and a few tears.
>”Oh my, are you sick, darling?”
“Nope,” you wheeze. “Just...fell.”
>”Must have been a nasty fall,” adds the purple woman.
“I got pushed.”
>”That’s terrible! What ruffian would do that?”
“The same one who I’m going to teach a lesson to at the first opportunity.”
>”Oh? And how will you do that, Anon?”
“If I told you that, I’d have to kill you.”
>She covers her mouth to giggle.
>”Good one. Kill me. You’re a jokester, aren’t you, Anon?”

>>30590185

“Jokester I may be, but right now what I’m trying to be is the man taking our lovely friend out for the night. We really should be going, Rarity.”
>”No, out of the question,” states the woman.
“What?”
>”Not with you in your shape. We’re sitting right here at home.
>She maneuvers around the couch and sits down next to you, pushing you up against Twilight.
>You rub shoulders with her and scream internally at the contact.
>”We can, oh, what do the kids say these days? Netflix and chill.”
>Please don’t ever say that again.
>As Rarity searches for the remote, you can feel Twilight’s arm slink behind your back.
>You press against the couch, trying to limit her movement, but with the magic fueling her, it does little to stop the vampire.
>She finds a nice spot on the small of your back and begins to rub it.
>You arch, trying to escape her.
>Her fingers follow you though.
>Soon you realize there’s no point and just relax.
>It’s best not to make too much of a scene.
>Damn it too. Right as you think that, she brings some nails into it.
>Her stroking becomes scratching, and after a minute of this, you can’t take it anymore.
>Just as Rarity throws on a movie, you leap out of the couch.
“Rarity, where’s the restroom? Your apartment is so large, I don’t want to get lost.”
>”Down that hallway,” she says, pointing out of the living room. “Third door on the left.”
“I’ll be back.”
>You take your leave and retreat to some safe haven.
>This is going to be a long night.

That's all for tonight, dear readers. Sorry it took so long, but things got a little hectic there for a bit. I also didn't want to come out and give a measly little 3 posts, so you know, quantity over frequency or something like that. Anyway, here's hoping that absence didn't rob you of your interest in the story. For anyone who wants to catch up on it or just reread it all again, the fully updated pastebin is at https://pastebin.com/AXpxfVpq

>>30589968
>>30590129
Yess

>>30590202
Good shit, man. Real happy to see an update; eagerly awaiting more.

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>>30590129
This bitch

>>30590202
holy shit, nice work.

I've been eagerly awaiting an update for this story

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>>30590980
Yeah, its a good thing someone linked your story to the sugarcoat thread, I wasn't expecting this story to be revived anytime soon, let alone in this thread.

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>>30584028
>Rummaging through your purse, thankfully you didn't drop that too, you hand the driver a wad of cash.
"Keep the change."
>He tips his hat toward you.
>Gross.
>Bolting out of the taxi to the front of Nourriture Dégoûtante, you find that they're already closing up.
>You grab one of the staff members.
"Was there anyone waiting here for a date that never showed?"
>The waitress looks a bit frightened.
>"I-I don't know, miss. I wasn't on shift until late."
>This was bad, but then a realisation comes to you.
"Let me use your phone."

>Fourth attempt.
>"Sorry, the number you have called-"
>You shove the ear piece into the wall receiver.
>What was the use of memorising Anon's phone number if he wouldn't answer it?
>Now Anon was going to think YOU stood HIM up this time.
>"Ma'am, I do not believe that number is currently available."
"You're really good at stating the obvious. You should consider becoming a detective."
>The staff give you a disgruntled look.
>"I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave."

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>>30591160
>Pulling your covers up over your head, you toss and turn in your bed.
>You didn't get much sleep last night.
>Even though you tried, you just couldn't stop worrying about Anon and what he'd think about you.
>Soothing yourself with the fact that you were going to explain everything to Anon tomorrow morning didn't help you that much.
>Images of a distraught looking Anon sitting at a table by himself kept flashing through your fatigued mind.
>You peek your head out toward your analogue clock.
>The hour hand lay past seven already. You may as well just have a coffee and get ready for school.

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>>30591172
>Your heart is sent aflutter when walk into homeroom and see Anon, day-dreaming like he usually does.
>But it is dread which weighs you down, so you must lift that weight.
>You stand by Anon's chair. He was staring out the window opposite to you.
"Anon, I need to talk to you."
>Anon scowls, but continues to look away.
"I'm sorry about last night."
>"And a good morning to you, too."
"Anon, please, let me explain..."
>Right before launching into your explanation Ms. Cheerilee gets the attention of everyone in the class.
"... during recess."
>He was still looking away from you as you took your seat.
>At least you'd have more time to mentally prepare.

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>>30591191
>You were explaining what happened to Anon out by the courtyard.
"... but you weren't answering your phone. I tried four times. After that I gave up and went home."
>Anon casts a downward stare.
>He pulls out his phone and flicks the screen a bit.
>Reminds you that you should probably get a replacement soon.
>"So that's the four missed calls I got last night."
"I tried to let you know. I didn't stand you up."
>Anon turns to look at you.
>"As if I'd be so gullible."
>No...
>He scowls again.
>"Get lost, I don't wanna see you anymore."
>It felt like he grabbed your heart and shattered it into a million pieces.
>You clutch your chest. The pain is unbearable.
>Falling to your knees you don't even see him leave.
>How could it hurt this much?
>Little tear drops hit the floor in front of you.
>You can't let anyone see you like this. So you do what you always do in these situations.
>You bolt towards the girls' restroom.

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>>30591202
>Still clutching your chest, you swing open a cubicle door and lock it behind you.
>You sit on the toilet seat and try to muffle your sporadic breathing with your spare hand. You couldn't check to see if anyone else was in here, and you'd rather they just think you really needed to go to the toilet.
>Why didn't he believe you? You hadn't broken his trust before; if anything you should be distrustful of him for not sticking to his word to take you out to lunch.
>Technically, though, he never said he would.
>You just wanted him to hold you in his arms...
>You can't really think straight when you're barely managing to keep the sobs in.
>Pinkie Pie.
>PINKIE PIE!
>This was all her fault!
>If she hadn't gotten into your business and practically kidnapped you off the street then none of this would have ever happened!
>You get up and punch the cubicle door to a dull thud... only to realise your terrible mistake.

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>>30591208
>You breathe in deeply, and exhale through your nose.
>The adrenaline was going to stop and you'd feel the pain any moment now.
>Fire spreads up through your arm, concentrating on your knuckles.
>Yep, there it is. You need to keep your emotions in check.
>Fortunately you didn't permanently damage your hand, but it was still throbbing.
>You're actually a bit surprised by the sturdiness of the door. Expected them to be made out of a cheaper material for this school.
>"Ow..."
>Wiping your tears, you open the cubicle door and see the crouched form of Sunset Shimmer rubbing the side of her head.
>Oh. That's why.
"You're not a very good eavesdropper. You'd make for a bad stalker."
>She squints up at you.
>"Uhh..."
>You lend her your left hand to help her get up.
>Normally you wouldn't, but you still didn't quite understand how and when she transforms into an super powered angelic goddess.
>"Uh, sorry about that, though I couldn't help but overhear you crying."
>She stumbles a bit, so you go and give her a bit of support.
>"Did you wanna talk about it?"
"No, but either way you should keep talking."
>She was concussed.

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>>30591215
>While walking her through the hallway to the sick bay you keep Sunset actively talking to you.
>Then it hits you.
"Sunset, could you go and tell Anon what happened to me at the party last night?"
>She tilts her head at you.
>"Would this solve a friendship problem?"
>Even if she didn't see exactly what happened she'd at least know about the event, so you could at least prove its existence.
>"Yes. Of course it will."
>Sunset gives you a thumbs up.
>"Then you can count on me!"
>Then she falls into you, out cold.
>This was inconvenient.
>You escort her shut down body to the sick bay and call one of the nurses.
>They take her in while you leave before they ask any questions.
>Although Sunset was out for the count, you're sure her friends were at the party too.
>You'll just have to avoid Pinkie Pie.

That's all for now.
Sorry for stealing your spotlight Urchin but muh schedules.

I'll read it later...bump

>>30591225
Take all the time you need Anon

>>30590575
To be fair, Anon is a pretty despicable person too. He's just cooler and has valid motives.

>>30591225
Can't wait for next update.

>>30592110
I Wouldn't call him despicable. Not yet, anyway.

>>30592466
How would you describe him then? What do you think of this Anon so far?

>>30592479
Angry and riddled with PTSD, but that's pretty obvious. Honestly, I don't feel like there's much past that at the moment, hopefully we'll get some more character development soon.

What would make him despicable? You can't really blame him for his intense hatred of vampires. Rainbow is deserving of every bit of that hate, and seconds after meeting Twilight she threw him out a window on the 20th floor. Rarity, however, acts almost normal. She seems like she genuinely likes Anon, which is gonna make things real interesting in the future.

>>30592628
The man's seen some real shit.
>Nobody becomes a hunter expecting to live a long life.

>>30592729
Not gonna lie, as cliche as it is, I'm gonna be disappointed if one of the girls doesn't break down crying about she didn't ask to become a vampire.

Also gods help Anon when he meets vampire Pinkie.

>>30583974

>"No, I'm sure. S-so how were you today?"
"Huh? What did you say?"
>"N-nothing hopeyouhaveagoodnight."

D'awwww. I wasn't sure I was going to keep following this green but Sugar being adorkable right there hooked me.

>>30591225
Good update CPAT. Liking the world you've built so far. Do you have a bin for this?

>>30592838
I doubt we'll see Pinkie. Urchin doesn't usually go near large main casts and if he does, they're trimmed down quick. We've already got 4 if Twilight ends up being important.

>>30593960
Yeah, you're probably right.

Elder Vampire Pinkie Pie sounds scary as fuck though.

Talking of the despicable hunter anon, what other anons could turn out bad, despicable etc.

So is this thread mostly dark and/or sad? Are their any comfy greens?

>>30594389
>their
*there
ugh, I can't type and think at the same time.

>>30594389
Yeah, Fapman's green is cute.

>>30594389
Deathgrips green seemed pretty dark, but I didn't read to far into what's he got written.

YFN's green has some comfy bits. It's pretty well balanced with feels, action, and a lot of comedy early on.

>>30592030
>>30592446
>>30592845
You guys are amazing people that give me the motivation to continue.

>>30593025
nope, but I can make one. What should I call the story?

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>>30591225
This is bretty good stuff

>>30594645
Pour Some Sugar On Me

>>30594645
>>30594722
Fucking this.

>>30594722
>>30594645
Wow you got dubs too, nice job. Here it is, "Pour Some Sugar On Me":
https://pastebin.com/dh4WHhqj

>>30594933
If this doesn't end with Anon finding out Sugar squirts then I will be very disappointed.

>>30596068
qts

>>30597161
More like roasties

>>30595464
god dammit now I have to write a story about that in the future

also we're reaching the bump limit and I've an update ready. New thread?

>>30597458
>244 replies
>New thread
Negro the post limit is 500

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>>30597503
oh I thought it was 250, my bad.

>>30591225
>After a short walk through the school, you found Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight chatting by the bleachers. That was the easy part.
>You stop your pace in front of them. Now for the hard part.
>Curling your fist into a ball, you cough into it to get their attention.
>The three turn to you with quizzical epressions.
"I need one of you to go and tell Anon what happened to me at the party last night."
>Rainbow Dash crosses her arms.
>"And why should we go and do that?"
"For one it would start you on the track to righteousness."
>Applejack adjusts her Stetson.
>"It's not good to be goin' 'round spreading lies. We heard what you did to Pinkie."
>Rainbow jumps down from the bleachers and gets right into your face.
>"Yeah, maybe we should just go and tell him the truth instead, about how you completely stood him up last night!"
>Why weren't they being intimidated by you and your-
>Oh.
>Suddenly you feel very small as Rainbow Dash and Applejack look down upon you.
>Twilight wears a downcast look. She probably wouldn't help you either.
>Why would they care about the personal affairs of that pink brat so much?
>Either way you need a bargaining chip. Or at least, a way to delay them from talking to Anon.
"You should consider checking up on Sunset. Last I heard she was going into the sick bay."
>Rainbow looks aghast.
>"What did you do to Sunset?!"
"Nothing. Just checking on her like a loyal friend would."
>Giving you a greasy look, Rainbow scrambles in the direction of the sick bay.
>"Ya better be tellin' the truth there," Applejack stares into your eyes for a moment, "Or I can't be held responsible for what'll happen to ya."
>She walks away, following Rainbow.
>Twilight hesitates for a moment, and then follows behind Applejack.
>That should at least buy you time until lunch.

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>>30597541
>Anon didn't share a class with any of them before lunch. He has a media elective class.
>You put your copy of Anon's schedule back into your locker. It was always good to double check for these things.
>You had a free study period as well. So all you had to do was find another student who also attended the party having a free period as well.
>Scanning the crowd, you recognised no one from the party.
>You furrow your brow.
>The only way to know for sure would be to ask each of them, but with the sheer quantity of them you neither had the time nor patience for that.
>So that leaves you with two options: Rarity or Fluttershy.
>You'd take your chances with Fluttershy first when lunch comes.

>Waiting by the entrance to the art room, you scan the students filing out of it for Fluttershy.
>It wasn't that hard to figure out which elective she had chosen of the ones available.
>You see a flash of pink and yellow in front of you. Shooting out your hand you stop Fluttershy.
"Do you have a moment?"
>Fluttershy jumps up and yelps a bit.
>"Oh dear, Sugarcoat. You gave me quite the fright."
>You roll your eyes.
>"Yes, I do have a moment for you."
"Good. Can you tell Anon what happened to me at the party last night?"
>Fluttershy gives you a reassuring smile.
>"Yes, oh I saw how uncomfortable you looked. It must have been terrifying."
>You grab her wrist and immediately start walking toward the picnic area.
>"Sugarcoat, please..."
>You need to get to Anon before any of the other girls do.

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>>30597555
>Turning around the corner you see Anon enjoying a sandwich by himself.
>This was your last chance.
>Fluttershy winces.
>"Sugarcoat, you're hurting me."
"Oh, sorry."
>You let go of her hand.
"This is just really important to me."
>While rubbing her wrist, she nods at you.
>"I understand."
>You walk together toward the oblivious Anon.
>As you near closer to him your start to hear your own heartbeat, and your legs feel weak.
>You can feel the wind as it grazes across your cheeks.
>The world becomes out of focus for everywhere that isn't Anon, and before you know it you're standing right behind him, with Fluttershy at your side.
"Anon..." you barely whisper.
>Anon puts his sandwich down and rises out of his seat, turning toward you.
>You're at a loss for words.
>"Anon, Sugarcoat got held up by Pinkie Pie taking her to her party. She wanted to be elsewhere, but couldn't go straight away."
>Anon regards Fluttershy and then looks directly into your eyes.

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>>30597557
>This must be what a deer feels like when they see headlights approaching them.
>No understanding of the events befalling them, lost in a void of their own mortality.
>Anon continues his intense stare into you, holding you dead still without any physical contact.
>And then a movement so fast you don't even register what it is, but you feel it.
>Anon has pulled you into a hugging embrace.
>You let out the breath you didn't realise you were holding and take a deep one back in full of his scent.
>Your heart hammers against his chest as a warm chill runs from the top of your skull down your spine, all the way to your toes and back up again.
>"I'm sorry."
>Anon lets go of you as you lean into him a bit.
>You go to tell him not to stop but all you manage is a pathetic squeaking sound out of your mouth.
>Your cheeks feel like they were burning up, but not just from embarrassment this time.
>You could feel his breath on you. This was as perfect a moment as there ever would be.
>Throwing the remainder of your common sense out the window, you lean forward and press your lips into Anon's.
>He doesn't join you, but he doesn't reject you either, just going with the flow of your movements.
>You pull back and exhale.
>What have you done? Did you go too far?
>Anon answers your internal question by gently grabbing your head and mushing his lips into yours.
>His tongue dances about inside your mouth and you feel yourself melting away.
>You play your tug of war with his tongue until you eventually both break the kiss.
>Fluttershy was gawking at you, covering most of her face with her closed hands.
>Anon looks at you, your head still cradled in his hand.
>"Wanna try that date again?"
"Y-yes."

The end.

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>>30597559
Epilogue:
>You and Anon did try having that date again, but this time going to a restaurant which you picked.
>It turned out to be a much more lovely experience than the first time.
>Pinkie Pie, as it turns out, was biding her time away from school, concocting the most brilliant act of vengeance you could ever think of.
>By hosting you an even larger and more obnoxious party than before. You could swear that she had managed to get everyone from both your current school and CPA to attend it.
>Sunset had made a full recovery.
>And in the end Rainbow and Applejack forgave you, with the encouragement of Twilight and Sunset, for what you had done.
>You decided to stay in Anon's highschool, so you had all the time in the world to hug and hold onto him.
>Turns out you no longer had to be alone anymore.

Thanks for reading my trash. I'll be sure to update the bin later.

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>>30597563
Bin's updated with fixed spelling, grammar and a few details: https://pastebin.com/dh4WHhqj

Also for those curious, the dish Sugarcoat was eating at the start was bœuf à la bourguignonn.

Cya nerds.

>>30597541
>oh I thought it was 250, my bad.
the fuck are you smoking?

>>30597574
The ending felt pretty abrupt, but aside from that, I'd say you did a pretty good job for your first green. This is your first, right?

>>30597574
A bit of a rushed ending but I enjoyed the ride nonetheless. A good antidote for the dark/sad greens I've been reading lately. Thank you for sharing CPAT.