Alone in Equestria Girls Verse #19: Return of the Dead Edition

>>30767838
>Nobody becomes a hunter expecting to live a long life.

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>>30767890
Is this the birth of a new meme?

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>>30767890
>"So a hoonter must hoont."

>>30767838
>That feel when you stayed long enough to see the progenitor of the thread come back too life.
We are blessed here. Now if we get Fate able to start posting again the new three pillars can be named. Which reminds me for whatever reason, I haven't seen Celestia Anon for awhile. Has anyone else?

>>30767964
No not really, I didnt spot that fag on the previous thread

>>30767993
Well in that case, we need to move him to the unknown list. His grace period to notify his continued existence was last thread.

Does anyone have a pastebin of Anon being in crystal prep? I can't seem to find it and it's lost now throughout the threads. If anyone still has it can I have a link?

>>30768008
We never had one for Anon being in crystal prep, unless your talking about a oneshot idea that was made before, in which case I don't think it had a pastebin. It would be nice to have one though, nothing like having a concerned Sunny asking why the poor kid is alone in the rich school.

>>30768007
Changed it ready for next thread, unless he pops up somewhere.

>>30768029
No there was one for this thread, I can't remember his name though. I guess he just probably forgot to link it to thread or something

>>30768064
I think we had a short one where sugarcoat comes to canterlot high, but I don't recall any taking place at crystal prep

>>30767838
Is this the new Bradical?

>>30768080
That might be the one he's thinking of, pretty sure it was a joke done by Sea Urchin I think(?), but yeah, that one was finished and I don't think it had a bin made. If it was made I think it was 2 or 3 threads back.
>>30768096
No, we aren't a dead joke for one thing.
>>30768051
Excellent.

>>30768080
>>30768112
That like a mystery green? Because I remember it having mystery atmosphere in it.

>>30768163
Nah, was pretty short and was just sugarcoat crushing on anon.

>>30768163
Don't think so, just that Anon helped out Sugar once before he transferred and she followed after him, then when she finally got him to take her on a date Pinkie fucked it up by kidnapping her for her party she made without asking. Ended on a nice note with Pinkie explaining what happened and then this>>30768200

>>30767942
Is Fate still making a Bloodborne green? I haven't been in this thread for awhile

>>30768641
He never made a Bloodborn green, he is doing the Fate/Stay Night story. Your thinking of another guy.

>>30768660
You have pastebin for that?

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>>30768683
it's in the op fag

>>30768702
U-unfff
>tfw you will never be smothered in the biggest softest racks CHS ever had since the principles went to the school in an attempt to cheer you up
>tfw when you find it out it was just an accident from Twilight fucking around with magic again
>tfw when they want to see you again to have a cozy threesome cuddlefuck pile at your house because they liked you even after the magic shit.
Also, don't feed the newfags that don't know how to read, if they aren't smart enough to look at the top of the thread they don't deserve the handout.

>>30768200
CPAT's >green?
Check the OP. Pretty good story.

>>30768163
https://pastebin.com/MhjJQSr5

Is this the one you were looking for?

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>>30769839
Welp, gotta read now.

Bamp

>>30765651

>Where are you?
>What’s going on?
>Your bed. It’s hard.
>No, that’s not your bed.
>You can’t tell what it is though since your eyes won’t open.
>Your arm takes a second to respond. Or is it that you take a second to register where your arm is?
>Slowly, it scrapes along whatever you’re laying on as it twists and turns, letting your hand come to your face.
>Gently, you pull whatever crust has formed over your eyes away and rub them.
>Now you can open them, and spot what looks like dried blood flaking off of your fingertips.
>Are you bleeding?
>Spying past your hand, you see concrete, wet with water and blood.
>Why are you outside?
>Is that a cliff you see?
>And jeez, why are you wearing your helmet?
>After unclipping the strap, you slide it off and toss it away toward the standing guardrail separating the road from the fall.
>You groan in an attempt to sit up, but the strength just isn’t there.
>All you can do is push your chest off the ground and pivot your head to examine the scene.
>As you do so, it all comes flooding back to you.
>The rain.
“Oh no,” you wheeze.
>Your eyes have landed on them. On your parents.
>The car.
“Mom, dad…”

>>30772721

>Pressing your forearms into the ground, you pull yourself forward.
>Every movement is a trial in itself.
>The girls.
>You struggle to move, but force yourself along.
>Inch by inch, you make it closer and closer to the flipped, mangled car that rests on its roof.
>Your parents lay on their backs.
>The crash.
>Oh god, the crash.
>Please be ok.
>Finally, after passing by a bent bumper and a shattered side mirror, you arrive at your father.
>Your eyes almost pop out of your head at the sight of him.
>They burn intensely, and your vision blurs as tears start to stream down your face.
>Where...where are…
>What did they do?
>Dad, where are your arms?
>You can’t breathe.
>Your breath is trapped in your lungs, refusing to leave and meet the scene you can’t pull yourself away from.
>Grabbing his filthy, browned shirt, you nudge the man.
“Dad? Dad?”
>His head rolls, sounding a few cracks, and lands on its side.
>He won’t look at you.
>He can’t look at you.
>His eyes.
“Dad? Dad, come on.”
>Those eyes.
>They stare blankly, not at you, not even through you.
>He peers into the endless void with those hollow, grey eyes that find themselves buried in his skull.
“Oh god. Oh god, no.”

>>30772730

>With your other hand now, you lay it across his chest and grab his shoulder.
>Maybe if you shake him hard enough, he’ll wake up.
“Dad, come on. Wa-wake up. Wake up, Dad. Dad.”
>Please wake up.
>No.
>No, please.
>Don’t...don’t…
>You lower your head and rest it on the shoulder nearest to you, right next to several puncture marks near his neck.
>Not that you can see them very well anymore, as the tears flow powerfully enough to totally blind you.
>It’s not something you can avoid.
>There’s no denying it.
>There’s no hiding from it.
>There’s no escape.
>No going back.
>He’s dead.
>He’s dead and here you are, bawling like a baby.
>Why is it you?
>He’s the dad, he’s the strong one.
>Why did some shitty kid make it out alive?
>He could have done something.
>If it was him, if he was the one to fall out of the car, if he had survived, if he was the one watching, he could have…
>No, he wouldn’t have watched.
>He would have been a dad. He would have fought.
>He would have saved you all.
>He would have. He could have.
>And now he’s…
>You’re going to be sick.

>>30772738

>Images of him flash in your mind.
>All your birthdays, your first game of catch, your first big game.
>Everything he had done with you, for you, it all plays through right in front of your eyes.
>And all of it hurts.
>You wish to god that it would stop, and for once, he answers your prayer.
>Something breaks you from your memories.
>It’s a noise. A very faint noise, but enough.
>You jerk your head up, and suddenly your heart starts racing.
>Are they back?
>Are they here to finish the job?
>Like an animal, you desperately search the horizon for any signs of life.
>All you see is a vast forest past the mountain, the wrecked car, your dad, and--
“Mom!”
>She’s moving!
>Holy shit!
>You practically jump off your dad’s chest and spasm, speeding along the asphalt to her.
>She did it!
>She’s alive too!
>Oh, thank you, god!
>Thank you so much!
>You’re going to turn religious.
>For this gift, you owe him everything.
>Your mother lives.
>A smile breaks across your face as you make it to her.
>Her once pink shirt is covered in blood, including that which still pours from two small holes in her neck.
“Mom!”
>You grab her shirt and shake her.
>She responds with a twitch, and a jerk of her head.
>Her mouth opens, producing a long, low moan, almost like a growl.
>Oh no, she’s in pain.
>There was aspirin in the car.
>Maybe it’s still there.
>You let go of her for a second, but she grabs your wrist and locks you in place.
“Mom, I need to get you medicine,” you spit.
>She doesn’t answer, only continuing to moan.

>>30772742

>Her head jerks again, this time enough to put her eyes to you.
>You suddenly feel very cold.
“Mom?” you manage to ask after a long pause.
>She never had red eyes before.
>These ones look into you, into your heart.
>They’re hungry. You can feel the desire burning inside them.
“Mom, are you ok?”
>Her grip tightens.
>It tightens so much, in fact, that her nails cut through your skin and draw blood.
>You try to pull away, but she’s having none of that.
“You’re hurting me.”
>Her nose spreads as she takes in the air, and her eyes dart to your wrist.
>Suddenly she’s on you.
>Her teeth, somehow longer than ever before, sink right into your arm.
>You shout and reel back, trying to take your arm away from her.
>She follows you, and you the two of you squirm until you land on your back with her atop you.
>Her bite strengthens like she’s trying to take a chunk out of your arm.
>You shout and try to crawl away, but even with her destroyed legs, she manages to shuffle and keep up with you.
“Mom, stop!”
>Her eyes are focused on your arm.
>You can feel her tongue wildly lick at your flesh as blood pours out, coating your skin.
>In a mad search, you find a fist sized rock just a foot away.
“Mom, let go! Let go!”
>You reach out and take the stone into your hand.
>It’s big.
>It’s too big.
“Stop it! You’re hurting me!”
>She growls through her teeth, increasing the pressure both in her bite and her grip.
>She’s going to crush your arm at this rate.
“Mom!”
>Please stop.
“Don’t make me do it!”

>>30772746

>She’s not listening.
>She pulls her head back without letting go.
>Your arm lights up in a new form of pain as you watch the skin tear.
>In her teeth is a nice chunk of your muscle, and she’s very interested in separating it from you.
>You swing, slamming the rock into her temple.
>It cracks against your blow, indenting her skull in a similar shape to the stone.
>Your eyes widen as she falls, and you scramble back as fast as you can.
>Her mouth is covered in blood.
>In your blood.
“Mom! Oh god, I’m sorry!”
>You throw the disgusting weapon away, sending it down the cliff.
>Frantically, you crawl back over to her and try to help the woman.
>She jerks this way and that, making low gargling noises.
>What have you done? You fucking idiot.
>She was alive!
>She was alive and you hit her with a fucking rock!
>You god damned moron!
“Mom, come on!”
>With a few slaps to the cheek, you manage to wake her up.
>Her eyes move again.
>This time, the sanguine orbs lock onto your neck.
>Her mouth opens, putting those long fangs on display.
>Your heart sinks into your stomach as your arm pops into mind.
>You throw her away and kick, scooting yourself as far away from her as you can.
>She claws at the ground, pulling herself toward you.
>Now she’s really screaming.
“Mom, stop it!”
>Your hands dance along the pavement, searching for something, anything.
>Mom grabs onto your ankle and squeezes.
>A howl of pain escapes you.
>She uses that as an anchor and with another hand, this time grabbing onto your knee, she pulls herself up.
>Come on, find something!
>Every second she makes it closer.
>Now you’re pinned.
>Her hands have found your shoulders, and with her leaning over you, you can’t move away.

>>30772752

>Blood drips from her open maw, plopping onto your face.
>She stares at you with hungry, evil eyes.
>No, not at you.
>At your neck.
“Mom!”
>There!
>Your fist closes around a stick.
>She lunges with every intent to rip your throat out.
>Before she can bite down, you move the stick between the two of you.
>Its sharpened tip plunges through her shirt and into her chest.
>She stops just short of your jugular.
>Her mouth hangs open as she breaths.
>At first it’s ragged, but then gentle.
>Slowly, lightly, she inhales. In and out.
>You examine her face.
>The monster from just a few seconds ago is gone.
>Now she looks so tired, like she’d just gotten home from one of those runs she does every Sunday.
“Mom?” you stutter.
>After one last, deep, raspy breath, she collapses.
>Her weight all falls onto you at once, but there’s no motivation behind it, no bloodlust.
>In a fit of fear, you toss her off of you, throwing her onto her back, and scramble away.
>She’s going to jump again.
>She will.
>Any second now.
>The seconds tick away, and turn into minutes.
>Soon enough, the wound stops bleeding.
>She’s dead too.
>That’s what that means, right?
>You must have stabbed her in the heart.
>You, her son, you shoved a big piece of wood right in her heart.
>The tears start to flow again.
>You choke on the air you struggle to inhale.
>What have you done?
>The stick poking out of her chest stands like a flag, marking your victory.
>Victory?
>What...what kind of victory is this?
>You just killed your mother.

>>30772755

Is this a thread with no new green I see? Well we'll have to change that, won't we? Here's a little update to break in the thread. I give it along with my hopes that everybody is enjoying the story so far. If you're new to the story, all this might seem confusing to you. I'm one of those well spoken, cunning, handsome--but most of all, humble--men that likes to help people, so to you all who are new or who would like to reread everything, I give you this fully updated patsebin https://pastebin.com/AXpxfVpq

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>>30772755
Holy shit.

>>30772755
Chek 'em.
I feel like I should be a littel surprised over what just transpired, but I'm not feeling it. Am I just a little too jaded towards tragedy or is this just one of several tragic events expected to come out of this green?

>>30773057
Probably the latter. I read Obsession, I know what I'm getting into.

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>>30772755
FUCKING DASH

>>30773057
I don't think it's to surprise anyone. We've known from day 1 his parents died and even in a way gruesome enough that people called it an animal attack. We knew Anon saw it all. We also knew a few details of how his parents were left from the last dream sequence. This isn't for surprise or shock, this is probably to show why exactly Anon is the way he is, why he hates the girls so much, or maybe just to make us sympathize with him past some asshole with dead parents.

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>>30774603
>some asshole with dead parents.
For some reason Batman comes to mind when I read this. I also would say that this Anon isn't so much as an asshole but more someone who is going around with Punisher like motivations, except Franking vampires instead of criminals and doing it a tad more subtlety.

>>30769839
It sucks that the writefag didnt get to finish this, it had some potential

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Update should be ready by Wednesday or Thursday.

>>30776717
Cool cool. I'm assuming CopAnon, right? If so, can you answer this question? What's the sound of da police?

>>30776378
So let me get this straight. /ourguy/s update and all we can do is bump?

>>30776965
You can so more then bump if you want to. Most of the anons here just lurk and bump, no major conversation unless it's over an update (even then it's limited). Occasionally big stuff happens like a shitposting fag or revival of a writefag that gets people talking, but it's mostly just green and talk about. You can start a conversation if you like I'll join in

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>>30777035
Green for her when?

>>30777176
Huh, I forgot the new shorts came out. She could make a nice B-list villain (if only briefly before the redemption), or some center point of conflict regarding past actions and regrets in a green. Any thoughts on a green centered around her? Does she even go to CHS?

Who's updating next? Excluding copanon because he told us above.

>>30777421
She's cute, but I wasn't all that interested in her.
Especially because I know we're probably never going to see her again. I suppose she'd make an alright low-tier villain though. Also, I got the impression that she didn't go to school anymore. Graduated, I guess?

Is she literally the only EqG villain to face some kind of punishment for her actions? Pretty sure Sunset and SciTwi got a complete pass because they apologized, I don't recall anyone mentioning what happened to the Sirens, and Gloriosa got off easy because muh camp. Juniper got kicked off the movie set and her uncle? I can't recall was still pretty pissed at her.

Thinking on this makes me think the Sirens will return at some point because they haven't gotten a redemption yet.

>>30777612
Probably.

>>30777421
I'd say, a green for her should be started in the mall (since she probably doesn't go to school, who knows).

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>>30777612

>Sirens possibly returning

I need this

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Continued from: https://pastebin.com/UcG73ANS

>You step back and stare at the refbot in front of you.
>You can't really call him that yet though.
>Most of the shell has been made, but nothing else is done.
>Sure the motor works and is ready to go, but all the innards need to go in.
>To be fair, the shell has been welded and bolted together so you don't need to worry about it.
>The rest of it shouldn't take long.
>With a little sketchy math, you should be able to get it all done by seven.
>That should still give you a bit of time to prepare for battle.
You could probably get the girls to help.
>Not that you particularly want to, but if they're gonna be hanging around might as well make use of them.
>With a little sigh you crack your knuckles and get back to it.
>"Anonymous?"
"Yes Twiggle?"
>She lightly frowns and adjusts her glasses.
>"I've been working some things out, and I think I have the quickest way of getting everything done within a four to six hour timeframe."
"Go on then, what are we doing?"
>"Well if we split the workload, I could set up the motor, electronics and the wheels etc; While you carry on with the weapons."
>She makes a good point, but you'd rather make sure everythings set right.
>The weapons still need to be set up.
>The right arm has a fire extinguisher already set up, but it needs the pincer attached.
>Not only that, but the left arm needs it's lifting claw, otherwise it's a pretty shit refbot.
"Alright, but I'll make the fine adjustments; I know exactly how I want them to get the best performance out of it."
>"Agreed. So I think in order to manage our limited time efficiently, we should both start-"
"Shh," You silence her with a finger to her lips.
>She goes wide eyed for a second, before pushing your finger away.
"Right, before we do anything else I want to get some lunch. I know I'm hungry and I'm sure you are too."
>Her stomach grumbles lightly, giving you a clear answer.

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>>30779838

>"Well now that you mention it, I could go for a nice burger or maybe a sandwich?"
"They both sound great, let's go."
>Bending back a little, you stretch your back and your arms, feeling the satisfying stretching and popping of your muscles.
>That could be a bad thing, but whatever.
>Heading to the car with Twilight, you unlock it and climb in.
>Starting it up, you pull out only to brake as a familiar car stops you by the gate.
>Why is nothing simple?
>You just wanted some food damnit.
"Wait here a sec Twilight."
>Sticking the handbrake on, you don't bother turning the car off as you get out.
>One of them gets out, much to your annoyance.
>Slowly meeting Scratch at the middle, you stand there as he eyes you up.
>"Boss want's to see you, now."
"Do I have too? I'm kinda busy here and-"
>Scratch moves his jacket very slightly, revealing only a glint.
>Doesn't matter if you can't see it, you know exactly what it is.
>"No messing about, follow us."
>You don't really have a choice here.
>Might as well get it over with.
>Although he may kill you, then again he would have done it ages ago.
"Whatever, let me lock up and drop Twi-"
>"She comes with," He points over to the car, "Don't want her tattling on our business."
>Well shit.
>You certainly wouldn't look good if Celestia found out you took Twilight to a mob boss.
>Without saying a word, you get back in your car and pull out the gate.
>Getting out again, you pull the gate shut and lock it up.
>Scratch doesn't move until you get back in.
>He gets in his car, and you all drive off.
>"Who are they Anon?" Twilight asks as she quickly panics.
"Just some people I used to know, calm down."
>You shift gear and take a left, keeping close, but not to close to the goonmobile.
>"Shouldn't we call the police? They look like criminals!"
"Because they are."

>>30779842

>You take a right down a secluded road.
"Listen Twilight, before I moved to Canterlot I made some 'aquaintances', and did a few jobs for people."
>"What kind of jobs?"
"None of your fucken beeswax Twiggle."
>You take another right towards the outskirts of the city.
>You're getting a bit far out now.
"They weren't really conventional jobs, let's leave it at that."
>They're slowing down, just outside a small warehouse.
>Guess this is his base of operations down here.
"You quickly turn back to Twilight.
"Right, listen carefully and just follow my lead, don't say anything stupid; In fact don't say anything, at all."
>Twilight nods before you pull to a stop.
>You can't give her too much information.
>Pulling the keys out, you and Twilight slowly get out the car.
>Locking it, you follow the dastardly duo through the double doors.
>It's not what you expected.
>For a shitty warehouse, it has some nice decor.
>Nice floors, big telly, big sofa plus a bar and kitchen.
And there's quiet, secluded booths for who knows what.
>Although you have a pretty good idea what they're for.
>It's like a one floor apartment, but really fucking big.
>And all over the walls, crystals.
>Big shitty pictures of crystals and geodes.
>Why even put them there?
>You follow the lackey's to the far end of the room, where two bodyguards wait by a door.
>They're pretty damn big too.
>Scratch knocks twice, before opening the door.
>With Grounder ushering you in from behind, you step through the doorway.
>Sombra stares from behind his oak desk.
>"Welcome Anonymous, been awhile hasn't it?"
"Well nice to see you too Sombrero."
>Seconds after the words leave your mouth, Scratch slaps you from behind, sending you dizzy for a second.
>"Sombra sighs and takes a sip of his whisky.
>"I thought you would have grown up by now Anonymous; That attitude of yours wont get you very far, so I suggest you work hard on that."

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>>30779850

>Well he is right.
>Probably best to tone it down a little.
"I'll try." You reply with a smirk.
>"And who are you my dear?", Sombra looks to Twilight.
>"T-Twilight, Sparkle" She stammers."
>"Ah, friend of yours Anonymous?"
>He looks to you with a hint of a devious smile.
"More like an acquaintance really."
>He narrows his eyes as he looks towards you.
>"Well then, I'm sure you wont mind if she stays here then, until we're done."
>He punctuates the last bit, as you and Twilight look at each other.
"Whatever, I'm sure you wouldn't tell anyone would you Twilight?"
>She meekly nods in fear.
>You can tell by the way she looks at you.
>She'll be fine.
>Hopefully.
>"Well then, let's get right to it."
>Sombra takes his glass and takes a sip.
>"What's this about?" Twilight quietly speaks up.
>"I'm glad you asked Twilight. Allow me to fill you in."
>Oh fuck.
>"About a year or two ago, Anonymous here retrieved some money for me; Two hundred and fifty thousand to be exact."
>Oh this is fucked.
>"That was the last I heard from you wasn't it?"
>He glares at you as he speaks.
>"You mean-"
>"Yes, he stole it," Sombra finishes Twilight's sentence.
>You give her a shrug as she stares wide eyed at you.
"Can we just get to point already Sombrero?"
>He calmly looks back to you, which is slightly unnerving.
>"Ah yes, let's get to it then."
>He leans forward and clasps his hands together.
>"I thought quite a bit about how I was going to punish you, and I had many ideas."
>There's the evil smirk you recognise.
>It doesn't really make you feel better, considering this is the first time he's ever given you that look.
>"The first idea I had was killing you, I couldn't decide how though."
"I wish you would, it'll be a helluva lot easier."
>Sombra chuckles and takes another sip of whiskey.

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>>30779857

>"No no no, I have better plans for you. You see, a couple of my men want some time off to relax or be with family, which they deserve for being loyal to me; That's where you come in."
>Well this situation seems to be heading from bad to worse.
>"Of course I could hire other people, but you can do it for free."
>Oh, well that's not too bad.
>Although you are Sombra's bitch now, that's a big downside.
>And you need to find the time to do it.
"So I do jobs for you, and each one pays off a bit of my debt?"
>"A little bit yes; You'll be working for me for quite awhile Anonymous, so I suggest you get yourself prepared for your first job tomorrow."
>Great, so much for a lazy Sunday.
>"You're a smart man anonymous, reckless but smart. I want you in top form with no childish antics; I will not tolerate mistakes from you."
>Well that's just great.
>Sombra shifts his gaze from you to Twilight, with a glint in his eye.
>Following his eyes, you look at him as he looks intensly at Twilight.
>More specifically, her crystal disk necklace thing.
>"My my," He whispers in a low tone, "That's an interesting necklace you have, Miss Twilight. Family heirloom?"
>Twilight clearly has no fucking clue what to say.
>Better step in.
"Nah it's some shitty friendship necklace crap. Her friends tried to get me to have one, but they're fucking gay."
>Sombra fiercely glares at you again.
>Oh right you forgot he gets boners off crystals.
>They're basically viagra for him.
>He slowly gets up from his chair and walks around towards Twilight.
>Nervous is a pretty big understatement.
>You wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly curled up on the floor and played dead.
>"May I?" He asks as he reaches out to her neck.
>Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he rubs it and inspects the front.
>He could bore a hole right through it with how intensely he's staring.
>"This is a very interesting piece; expert craftsmanship, not a single impurity."

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>>30779865

>He reluctantly lets go as Twilight steps back.
"Heh, didn't know you were into cheap girly jewellery Sombra."
>He blinks a few times, before giving you a death glare with his glowing, blood red eyes.
>Wait a minute.
>Before you can even register what you though you saw, Sombra clears his throat and straightens up.
>"Of course it would look like cheap jewellery to you Anonymous, but that is one of the most exceptionally crafted pieces I've seen; I would love to add it to my collection."
>He gestures over to the right side of his desk, towards his glass cabinet.
>The shelves are littered with various crystals and geodes.
>There's a mixture of different coloured crystals, from green to violet.
>There's a few blue and blood red ones.
>They're all roughly the same size, with a few much bigger than the rest.
>He does have an impressive collection, even if they are practically worthless.
>They're still shit though.
>He looks back to Twilight as he sits back behind his desk.
>"A piece like that would fetch a nice sum, don't you think?"
>Is he serious?
>Better question, could he use the magic?
>Hopefully it only works for the owner, but you'll need to speak to Twilight about that.
>"I-it's not for sale," Twilight stammers, "It's very special to me and my friends."
>"Ah I understand," Sombra replies with a slightly disappointed look, "Well, the offer still stands if you change your mind."
>Sombra looks up as someone knocks on the door.
>"Okay Anonymous; I have some important business to attend to, so Grounder will see you out."
"Yay", You mutter as you head to the door.
>"I want you in my office tomorrow at one o'clock, on the dot." Sombra spits out before you leave.
>You make for the door before Twilight jumps to your side, tightly gripping your arm.
>Quickly shaking her off, you trail behind Grounder and exit the room.

>>30779878

>Passing by quickly, you trade glances with non other than Neon Lights as he heads into Sombra's office.
>Why's he still hanging round here like a bad smell?
>He better not be working for Sombrero now.
>Now's not the time for that shit though, you have other things to worry about.
>Like getting this bloody robot up and running.
>And sorting out the inevitable horde that'll come.
>If it's anything like last season, you'll be swamped.
>Navigating through the small groups of people, you reach the door and head out with Twilight.
>Grounder quickly follows behind you.
>"Alright Anonymous," He growls as you turn to face him, "Make sure you're here; I really don't want to have to come get you."
"Yeah yeah," You retort, "I'd rather you didn't come get me either, Scratch is alright though."
>He frowns and narrows his eyes.
>Not bothering with a reply, you pull your keys out and head for the car.
>You get in and start it up.
>Twilight jumps in the passenger seat like she's turtle heading.
>Slowly pulling off, you glance out the window and give Grounder a little wave before heading down the road.
"Well that was fun" You mutter as you shift gears and speed up.
>"Anon, do even know who that was!?"
>The car swerves a little as you jump at Twilight's sudden outburst.
"Fuck's sake Twilight are you trying to make me crash?"
>"Sorry, but do you have any idea who you were talking too? He's the biggest crimelord in Manehatten!"
"Nope, I have absolutely no idea."
>"Well," She continues, the sarcasm lost on her, "Sombra is head of the largest criminal gang in Manehatten."
"Oh yeah nah, didn't know that", You mutter as you turn a corner.
>Where should you go for food?
>"He has a monopoly on pretty much everything in Manehatten..."
>Burgerbarn sounds pretty good right now.

>>30779888

>"...Then recently he moved here, and my brother wants to find out why and what business he has here..."
"Yeah I hear you," You reply while barely listening.
>"If we tell my brother, it would really help with the investigation."
>Hold the fuck up.
"Investigation? The fuck you on about?"
>"Well my brother is a detective, and when Sombra moved here he start-"
"Hang on a fucking second. You're telling me, that your brother is a pig and he's investigating the guy I have to start working for tomorrow?"
>"Well he can give you protection-"
"Fuck no!" You shout as you slam on at the red light.
"You don't say anything to anyone, got it?"
>You stare her in the eyes before looking back to the road.
>The light turns green and the your foot hits the pedal.
"If you tell anyone, I could get into a lot of shit; You wouldn't want your newest friend to go to prison do you? What would the others think?"
>Twilight looks down and fidgets with her hair silently.
"Listen, let me just deal with the weekend first, and then we'll talk about it alright?"
>Twilight sighs and looks down for a moment.
>"Alright, I wont say anything. But if there's any trouble my brother can-"
"Nevermind that, we have a much more pressing matter."
>Slowing down, you pull into a space and park up.
"Right then," You turn to Twilight, "What do you want from BurgerBarn?"
>She looks at you like you're speaking chinese.
>"Oh, I don't know, food isn't really on my mind right now."
"Whatever then."
>You hop out the car and head for the restaurant.
>"Wait for me!" Twilight shouts as she gets out the car.
"I thought you said food wasn't on your mind?"
>"Well now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry." She gives you a sheepish little grin.
>Rolling your eyes, you lock the car and wander over to the restaurant.
>Glancing through the windows makes you a little happier.

>>30779904

>It's quite packed, but most of them are already eating.
>Hopefully you can order your food quick and get back to work.
>Stepping through, you look around for a free table.
>It makes you wonder why they don't have a drive-thru.
>They'd make alot more money with one.
>Spotting a table in a far corner, you make a beeline and secure your seat, while Twilight takes another.
>It's quiet at this corner, no prying eyes or ears to listen in.
>With a tired sigh, you grab a menu and staft flipping through, while Twilight grabs her own.
>Now that you're here, you cant decide what you want.
"What are you having Sparky?"
>"I'm having the chicken burger and fries."
"That sounds good enough." You reply and toss the menu onto the table.
>You dig into your pocket and fish out your phone.
>It's half three.
>Fucking hell, where does the time go?
>"Ready to order?"
>You glance up at the waitress as she smiles and holds a notepad.
"Yeah, two chicken burgers and fries please hun."
>"So two chicken burgers and fries, would you like drinks?"
>"I'll hae a coke please," Twilight pipes up.
"Make that two please."
>"So two chicken burgers with fries, and two cokes coming right up."
>The waitress smiles at you again and saunters off.
>Hopefully it wont take too long.
>Then again, it'll probably take forever when you got shit to do.
"Alright Twi, get your harem on the phone, we're gonna need the extra hands to get this shit done on time."
>"My harem?"
"Yeah, the friendship squad, get 'em down here so we can get shit done."
>"Okay..." She trails off and gets her phone out.
>You pull yours out and tap and swipe.
>Scrolling a little, you find what you're looking for and dial.
>"Who are you ringing?"
"Rainbow Dyke," You reply as you listen for the pick up.
>A few rings later, someone picks up.

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>>30779914

>"Hello, who's this?"
"What the fuck did you just fucking say about me you little dyke?" You half shout with a terribly put on voice.
>Before Twilight can say anything, you hold up a finger as you wait for a reply.
>"What? Who is this?"
"I'll have you know I graduated top of my soccer class and I have over three hundred confirmed goals. You're nothing to me but just another scrub."
>"What did you day!?" I'll beat you anyday of the week you coward!"
>Oh yes, she took the bait.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you come down the burgerbarn and see who's best huh?"
>"You wouldn't turn up you faggot, you're-"
"I'm already here, you scared babby?"
>You pull the phone from your ear as loud, crashing sounds almost pierce your eardrums.
>Twilight just looks on as you try not to laugh too hard.
>The noises quiet down as you put the phone up to your ear.
>"I'll be there in ten seconds flat faggot." Rainbow shouts down the phone."
>Before you can reply, she hangs up.
>Now you wait.
>"Why do that Anon?" Twilight asks, not particularly thrilled by your antics.
"Because it's fun, silly."
>That's not something I'd class as 'fun', Twilight remarks.
You clearly don't know what fun is," You chuckle and crane your neck.
>You just about catch a rainbow blur speed into the car park and stop.
>Right on time, she wasn't lying about being ten seconds.
>You pick up the phone and dial again.
>A couple of rings later, Dash picks up.
>"Hello?"
"You think you're tough?" You put on a thick, made up accent, "Come in the burgerbarn and prove it."
>You hang up and quickly pocket the phone.
>You wait a moment as Rainbow steps through the door.
>The look on her face is brilliant.
>A few people look her way, confused by her scowl and the way she looks through the room.
>It's like she's an angry predator, hunting for it's prey.
"Hey Rainbow!"
>You stand up and wave to her.
>Has she clicked on yet?

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>>30779838
>refbot

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>>30779922

>Her face softens a little as she makes her way through the hustle and bustle of customers.
"What's up with you Dash? You look angry."
>You hold back your laughter.
>"Hey guys, some punk thinks he's better than me and told me to meet him here. When I find him-"
"Cool story brah," You cut her off.
"Now that you're here, I need your help."
>"With what?" She replies with a hint of annoyance.
"Due to some events wasting my time, I need your help to get everything ready for tonight, since you're getting in for free and whatnot."
>"Yeah sure dude, but I'll need to go finish-"
"Yeah yeah whatever, can you get to the junkyard by half four?"
>"I can get there by four." Rainbow smirks confidently.
"Sweet, now go and do whatever is you're doing and I'll meet you later 'kay?"
>"You got it!"
"Oh yeah, don't worry about that prank caller, I'll find him for you okay?"
>"Sweet dude," She gives you a thumbs up, "Catch you later!"
>In an instant she's gone, leaving only a rainbow after image.
>You can't hold it anymore.
>You burst into laughter, nearly wheezing.
"Did you see her face Twilight? Oh that was worth it."
>She doesn't answer, i stead giving a stern look.
"Whatever then," You roll your eyes and look around.
>No sign of the waitress, or your food.
"Alright then, who else we got?"
>"We could call Applejack, I don't think she's doing anything today." Twilight replies as she scrolls on her phone.
"Get her on the blower then, we could do with her super strength."
>Twilight taps a few times then puts the phone to her ear.
>You look around again, hoping you see the-
>"Two chicken burgers and fries with coke."
>The waitress places the food onto the table.
>Where did she even come from?
>You don't even bother following up on the thought as you ogle the food.
"Looks awesome, cheers."
>"You're welcome." She replies with a smile.
>Twilight silently thanks her before she walks away.

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>>30779945

>Wasting no time, you grab your burger and chow down, barely paying attention to Twilight's call.
>Goddamn, you forgot how nice these are.
>Swallowing, you grab some fries and munch as Twilight finishea her call.
>"Applejack said she can help now if you're ready."
"Alright," You swallow your fries, "We'll go pick her up after we've finished, then we can really get to work."
>"What about the rest of us?" Twilight asks as she munches on her burger.
"What do you mean?"
>"Well I'm sure Pinkie could help with the decorations, and will we need snacks? I'm sure Pinkie could provide enough for everyone."
>You weren't gonna get Pinkie to help, she'd probably fuck something up with how hyper she is.
>Taking another bite of food, you wash it down with a drink.
"Yeah you make a decent point, but we'll sort that later on once everything else is ready."
>"Well," Twilight pulls out her notepad, "even though we've lost a bit of time, with everyone helping out we'll get it done in no time."
"Do you always do that?"
>"Do what?" She asks with a quizzical look.
"Y'know, go full on nerd and calculate every little thing and put it all in your pad?"
>"I, well, sometimes"
>She gives you an embarrased smile and focuses on her food.
"Well whatever, at least you're keeping track of things."
>The conversation dies down as you both finish your meals.
>You polish of the last few fries and down your coke.
"I'll get this for now, you can owe me back later."
>You pull out your wallet and rummage through the notes.
>You cant remember how much it cost, so you pull out a twenty.
>Looking around, you find the waitress and wave her over, waving the note in your hand.
>Sod waiting, you're on a tight schedule.
>You put the money on the table and leave the table.
"C'mon on then Sparky, let's get this done."
>With Twilight following behind, you head for the car and jump in.
>Starting it up, you rev up and head onto the road.
>First stop, Applehick's farm.

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>>30779948
Right okay, there's the update done.
Sorry it took so long, life, work etc, also internet went down and I also lost my phone, it got stolen.
Anyway, hopefully the next update wont be so long.

>>30776777
Woop-woop! That's the sound of the beast!

Also, sweet trips.

>2 new greens in the past month or so
>2 writefags back from the dead
Has our thread begun a renaissance era?

>>30773092
You're acting like Urchin never wrote a light hearted comedy in this very general

>>30780001
He did, but there's absolutely nothing lighthearted about his current story.

>>30779995
No idea, but I'm happy with it.

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>>30779964
Gnarly update daddy-o

>>30779973
Anon, I love you for getting that reference. Literally made my day. Thank you you qt.

>>30777612
I really don't want the sirens to get a redemption, and if you head over to /dzg/ I think they'll agree. They're one of the last really well written villains in the show and probably the best villains in the EqGverse (except maybe Midnight Sparkle, just cause I love her design and attitude). The Dazzlings still have potential to be villains, or at least spiteful towards the Mane 6 + Sunset. In fact, you could get a pretty could green of the Dazzlings frownin upon the girls and just generally getting in their way 'cause of how they blame them for their loss. I wanna say YFNAnon does a pretty good job of writing them, and so did AxiiAnon. Beyond that, I wish there was more Dazzlings in these stories, but it is what it is.

>>30779964
Ah I forgot how unlikable and confused the anon in your story is, says he's from America/Manehattan talks like a English commoner. I don't know if it's intentional and Anon was lying about it background or if you're unintentionally self inserting/leaking into the story but it's really disconnecting making it hard to get into this story.

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>>30777612
>dazzling redemption arc
Don't you say that ever again.

>>30781197
Thanks for pointing that out. As it turns out, I skipped/may have accidentaly deleted a part and not realised it.
Let me give a little background to try and help.
>born and raised in Manehatten for a few years
>Move to trottingham for reasons you will find out
>Moves back to Manehatten after 5 years, leaving friends behind and becoming alone

I apologise if its confusing, I was under the assumption I told you but clearly I didn't. Another reason to try and make a schedule for updates, so I dont come back after however long and fuck stuff up.
Another reason for that is I do accidentaly self insert/bleed into the story, which isn't really intentional but I figured it would be fine, since I thought I had explained much earlier on.

>>30781776
Fucked up the post, anyway since anon moved around alot it's hard to make friends, I know because someone I know moved around fucking loads and I was one of his only friends before he moved to bumfuck us somewhere for his career.

I don't want to get too into detail since I will explain it instory.

As I said before, I'm trying to make sure I don't fuck stuff up, so your criticism is very much valued.

Do muricans like us britbongs when we come over? Just a random question.

>>30780790
>>30781719
I agree with you completely. Midnight Sparkle was cool, but I think I gotta go with The Dazzlings for my favorite villain. I'd really love to see them again, but any redemption arc would likely completely ruin their characters.

>>30781790
Pretty sure most Americans love the brits. Your funny accents give us something to clap at.

>>30781790
It's a general sterotype for burgers to love the British accent that is mosrly true. It's partialy why if you throw a lead with a Brit accent in any movie (especialy ones targeted at woman i.e. Romance/Romantic Comedies) it'll do alright stateside. I don't have a particular taste for it, but then again, my father's family is British, so I grew up with the accent. I also grew ip on the East Coast, and for some reason all these West Coast peeps instantly think I have a Boson accent.

>>30781790
I hate Brits, but then again I hate everybody.

>>30767838
>"Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?"
>"No Twilight, I don't need to wonder."
>"Oh?"
>"It's because nobody loves him."
>"Oh."
>And then Anon was kill

>>30782713
10/10

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>>30782713

What does everyone like so far?

>>30782713
>Then Anon came back as a ghost starting new escapades as:
Anon The Autistic Ghost.

>>30784110
Picked up Sci's green since he's arisen, and I'm interested in how things are going to end up. Real excited for more of YFN's stuff since we're out of the dream sequence, and also for more of Urchins stuff since it looks like some shit is going to be going down soon.

>>30784110
I'm rereading Fate's and YFN's greens.

And what does everyone think of the greens so far?

>>30784231
Sci hasn't posted a few days now, you think his dog puked on his carpet again?

>>30784707
>inb4 sci is kill again

>>30784472
I quite like them, everyones updating and irs great.

>>30785054
They're battling for (You)s. Every writefag wants to be the one on everyone's mind so that they can get posts about them. That's why busy threads only get busier. Everybody has to update once someone else does so they're the freshest shit.

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>>30785156
Does that really matter though? We still get stuff to read.

>>30785352
I didn't say it was a bad thing, I'm just saying it's how it is. Sort of like how someone does something for selfish reasons, but it's a good thing anyway so it's not bad for anyone on the receiving end.

>>30785374
But you make it sound like theyre pushing hard in a bad way. Like really they just want to post a story, regardless of you's. Yeah its probably nice to get some, but it doesnt matter, its not about the you's

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>>30785409
>its not about the you's
What fucking heresy is this? You think I write because I ENJOY it? Ha! You're not even aware of the lack of effort I put into my writing, you reality-TV consumerist whore.

Easiest (You)s I've made in my life right here.

>>30785409
Alright well that might be what it sounds like but it's not my intention. Didn't I just cover that? In fact I'm pretty sure I compared it to a good thing.

>>30785435
This pretty much. I enjoy writing, but I love (You)s even more. I love it when people talk about me or my shit. It's like fucking crack.

So basically the threads going to become a hostile environment for writefags, whilst everyone else is just around?

>>30785435
>>30785441
So what you dont enjoy writing, but do it anyway? Why the fuck are you desperate for (you)s then?

>>30785716
I dont think hostile is the right word. I think it's safe to say Im the only one who ever gets upset when my competition posts new green and smothers mine. Everyone else probably just sees it as a friendly rivalry of sorts.

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>>30785737
>I enjoy writing
>So what you dont enjoy writing?
l2read

>>30785739
So people should give equal attention to all writefags? Is that even possible?

>>30785747
Sorry, didnt mean to quote your post

>>30785764
>So people should give equal attention to all writefags?
You keep pulling these things out of my posts that just aren't there. Stop digging. What I say is what I mean. There's no hidden message, there's no philosophical value, there's nothing to gain from analyzing any of it. They're words. You read them and deduce that their exact meaning is what I exactly meant.

>>30785787
What i'm saying is with all the writefags competing, some might lose their drive, others who are more popular will keep writing due to popularity, others may update more to compete but make the updates sloppy. What happens is things can get chaotic. Sure a couple of writefags will inform us when the next update will drop. If everyone does that, we can have a steady stream of green, instead of one update, then another like an hour later.

>>30785825
Or the lurkers could stop lurking and tell the people they like that they like them. It takes a few short seconds and it would make a lot of writefags happy to see.

>>30785852
Yeah, but how to do it though? We cant force them, some people might not like posting. We can only ask them.
We could do with getting the writefags to get their opinion on the matter, if any of you read this.

>>30785825
I don't think we need to worry about writefags competing or stealing each others thunder. Yeah, updates sometimes get dumped right after each other, and yeah, one writefag might get more attention because of some major plot bomb or something, but I don't think our writefags are the type to get ultra salty of something like that without it being done constantly and intentionally.. At least, I hope they aren't.

>>30785852
Sort of this. I was a lurker for years, and I only started posting a few months ago to let writefags know that I enjoyed what they put out or that I was actually reading it.

I'm more annoyed by the bumps. No pic with a bump? Sure, fine, whatever. However, it's fucking infuriating to see a good writefag update and no one says a thing. Just a bump or two, and maybe a single guy commenting on what's going on in the green.

t. writefag

>>30786014
Yeah start doing that then. We need to be proactive in keeping the thread alive. If we have people talking, it wil make the thread less empty. You know so we dont archive and then writefags start to slow down in updates and disappearing for ike 2 weeks or something. Then thread dies the end.

So we must at least acknowledge the writefags, or discuss a story, what you hope to see etc, keeping off the bumps yeah?

>>30785737
>Why do you pursue an action that grants euphoria?
That's like asking why I like masturbation.

I can't believe CopAnon is dead.

>>30786823
>missing for two days.
>pronounced dead

How dare the man try to have a life.

>>30787001
Well, life generally is what kills people.

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>mfw YFN is ded

>>30786823
>>30787089
>>30787023
Just how short are your fucking attention spans? Writefags can go for a week or two without posting and not be dead then come back and write a shit ton more. They don't have to be here all the fucking time. Their lives don't revolve around a fucking 4chan board unlike yours apparently. Since you seem to be under the impression that a couple of days of absence means they won't come back ever.

>>30787175
Oh god, he really is dead, isn't he?

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>"Hey girls, you ever wonder why Anon is always alone?"
>It was a reasonable question, if not a sudden one.
>"Well, not to be rude, Twi, but..."
>Applejack scratched the back of her head before speaking.
>"He's kind of an odd duck."
>"AJ's right, what's he even doing?
>Pic related.
>"Well, he appears to be...investigating the underside of a table?"
>Sunset squinted at the boy.
>"Wonder what's so interesting about it. Any ideas, girls?"
>"Nothing under here, Sunny. I'll go check the others!"
>Pinkie was already doing her own investigation, via looking under their own table for like ten seconds, then trying another one ad nauseum.
>"Girls, maybe one of us should talk to him."
>As Pinkie Pie went around the cafeteria, causing quite a few raised eyebrows and jumps of surprise, Fluttershy put her idea out, surprisingly steadily.
>Twilight was one of those surprised by how confident she sounded.
>"May I ask why?"
>"Well, Twilight, though some of you could stand to be more polite when speaking about him..."
>"Uh, why you lookin' at me like that, sugarcube?"
>"You know why."
>AJ hung her head in shame, which was good enough apology for Fluttershy.
>"But that aside. I think it would be a great help to him!"
>Rarity tilted her head at that statement, which Fluttershy noticed.
>"Well, I don't mean with what he's doing. I don't think anyone of us knows. No offense to him. But everyone deserves friends, no matter what their c-"
"AWAY! You're tampering with a crime scene, miss!"
>The girls turned in surprise at the suddenness of Anon's exclamation.

>>30787379
>Your name is Anonymous.
>You're a one-worder like many others here, see.
>More importantly, however, you have a scene to investigate.
>Under the table is the last place you could think of, but if this didn't work, your worst nightmare occurs:
>A cold case.
>And you already have one too many of those.
>Your goggles you're wearing them in the last pic, it's just not obvious, scout's honor go through each of their settings, over and over and over and over.
>You refuse to give up. There HAS to be something.
>Oh, how you miss your cases where discovering the truth was a task as contrived as a hand sandwich! Anything would be preferable to no truth, even an unsatisfying truth!
>But unfortunately, it seems the 93% positive prediction you had was...
>Wrong.
>...What a thought. Anonymous, the Great Detective of Canterlot High, foiled by a table.
>You shut down your goggles, and pull them up.
>You have a feeling like you're about to cry, but you're not actually going to cry. Not in the "denying you're crying while you cry" way but in the "actually not crying" way.
>Kind of like how you're so close, yet denied the truth.
>...Maybe your truth isn't a truth at all. Maybe, you were wrong. Maybe you are just a-
>"Nothing under here, eithe-"
"AWAY!"
>You jump down, yelling the first word that comes to mind.
"You're tampering with a crime scene, miss!"
>The pink-haired girl quickly jumps away.
>"Wait, WHAT? A crime scene?! Like those TV shows?"
"Yes, but real, and much worse. Now kindly run along."
>"Hey, Anon!"
>Hmm? Looks like you got some fans.
>You bow to the six girls running over.
>"Please listen, Mr. Anon, we're sorry about her interrupting you. We won't disturb you further, we understand."

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>>30787411
And wrong picture already. Give me a second to get over my spaghetti.

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>>30787411
>Something about the yellow and pink girl's tone just now bugs you.
>Time to end this conversation the only way you know how: being completely erratic.
"Oh, I'm all too glad I was interrupted, actually!"
>"Wait, what?"
>The once-demon is rather confused by this statement.
>You make your prediction. 8 seconds until they walk away.
>Percentage...24%. You can't quite get a read yet, but you're riding high off your adrenaline and feel cocky enough, so why not?
"See, when your pink friend came on over, I had... an epiphany."
>Silence.
"Pink woman, I pin you as the true culprit!"
>There, that should get them shaking their heads and le-
>"Hold it, Anonymous!"
>The transfer student quickly cuts in, and your prediction is thrown out the window.
>8 seconds, more like 8 grueling minutes. If you're lucky.
>"What is your basis for your accusation?! Baseless indictments should be far below a self-proclaimed investigator!"
>Well, you wanna play hardball, huh?
>You know exactly what to do.
>You strike a pose, looking her dead in the eye.
"Oh, you want reasoning? I'll show you reasoning."
"Behold, Anonymous's Theatre of Logic and Reasoning..."
JOINT REASONING START
The game is afoot!

I have not been here for awhile. sci anon already finished his story?

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>>30787447
He sure did.
>>30787438
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iS7irscxVx0
TOPIC #1: The crime itself
"Alright gals and gal related gals, allow I, Anonymous, the Great Detective of Canterlot High, to explain this crime to you."
"Yesterday evening, there was one hell of an incident. Do pardon my french."
>The girls all give looks of surprise at you. Looks to be more from your claim's accuracy than your language. Maybe both.
"The accused, a certain janitor Discord. The victim, our very own VP, Luna."
>More looks of surprise.
"The crime, quite a heinous one that everyone expected, committed with something quite sharp!"
>"How did you-?!"
"Hush, questions afterwards."
>You're hitting the nails on all of their heads. Time to bring it home.
"To think, a janitor had murdered our vice principal!"
>...Why do they all look confused?
>The feeling's starting to become mutual, better call this topic in.
"With that, the crime is clear... There was a murder at Canterlot High!"
CONCLUSION: Janitor Murdered VP
>"Okay, no-"
"Not yet. Next topic."
TOPIC #2: Means, Motive, Opportunity
"Every crime has an MMO: Means, Motive, Opportunity. Let us cover those of the janitor."
"Means would be the sickle he uses to cut up branches."
>The looks of surprise are back!
"Motive, years of underpaid labor. So he claimed."
>"Twilight, he's right! At least with this one. So far."
"Peanut gallery, please be quiet. No offense intended, I love peanuts! Anywhom..."
"Opportunity? He called the victim here last night while everyone was gone!"
>...THOSE looks are back.
"Right there, our MMO. It all checks out."
>Better wrap this up.
"So, in short..."
"Discord, janitor of Canterlot High, is a reasonable candidate for the crime!"
CONCLUSION: Evidence points to Discord

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>>30787469
>Silence. Pure silence.
>"...You just said that Pinkie Pie did it."
"Yep. Discord was framed, it seems."
>Even more silence from the purple girl.
>Yes, they're about to walk away! 99% chance! Sweet reli-
>"Alright. Now from the top, Mr. Anonymous."
"...Excuse me?"
>"You've made your arguments, now I'll make my rebuttal."
>A battle of wits, then, between you and the transfer student.
"What's your name, transfer student?"
>"Twilight Sparkle."
"A good name for a rival. Now, once more! Anonymous's Theatre of Logic and Reasoning!"
REBUTTAL START
Hold it, Mr. Anonymous!

This is short because I wanted to clarify that it was not an author fuck-up. Not done just yet.
And trust me, this won't be as dark as it seems.

>>30786014
As a former writefag, it can be disheartening to not get recognition for your work, but that's not the major motivation: it's being proud of the quality of what is written. When the story isn't up to standard or starts to become a mess, some personal motivation is lost. When you start losing that, and pride in your work (at least for me) it gets harder to finish what was started. As personal motivation starts tanking, it's easy to start looking for more and more excuses to stop what you're doing, and when nobody really recognizes or acknowledges what you're writing, it's a validation of your doubts; that what you're writing isn't good or even worse, enjoyable for others. It was said that writefags do it for (You)'s, and when no one is enjoying what is being written (or it appears that way), and you don't enjoy what you're writing, the story dies.

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>>30787488
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0pHICH7l3Y
TOPIC #1: The crime itself
"Alright gals and gal related gals, allow I, Anonymous, the Great Detective of Canterlot High, to explain this crime to you."
"Yesterday evening, there was one hell of an incident. Do pardon my french."
>You look over at Twilight Sparkle once more. She has a similar expression.
>"Alright, you're right there. Continue, if you would."
>Your ego is boosted.
"The accused, a certain janitor Discord. The victim, our very own VP, Luna."
>"Indeed it was. Could we skip to the second-to-last part?"
>...You have a bad feeling about this, but you WILL see it through.
"Very well. To think, the janitor had murdered our vice principal!"
>And then, all grows still.
>Twilight closes her eyes, hand on her chin,..
>...Why do you have a feeling of dread?
>It's like you're about to be caught sneaking around in the middle of the night, and you have nowhere left to hide.
>It's like...It's like...
>Oh, you thought of a good on. It's li-
>"HOLD IT, MR. ANONYMOUS!'
>You're quite surprised by this, to say the least.
>You do your best to look smug, regardless of your nerves.
"What is it, Miss Sparkle?"
>"Well, first of all. Up until now, you were on the dot. I must give credit where it's due, though I don't know how you learned most of it. Wasn't big enough for the papers, after all."
"HOLD IT!"
>With a fierce snap of your fingers and a point at Twilight Sparkle...
"Are you claiming that a murder isn't a big deal, Miss Sparkle? How callous."
>Twilight shakes her head, and gives you a smile that sends a chill down your spine.
>"Not at all. Especially because..."
>"There was no murder! Vice Principal Luna's tires were slashed, and nothing more!"
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>>30787508
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxx6R3dbBS8
This is an Objection theme if it weren't clear.
"WHAT?!"
>You collapse in shock, and take a moment on the floor to consider what she just said.
>No murder...? But your sources said there was! You'd trust them with your life!
>Why did they fail you, you ask.
>"...You okay?"
"Yep."
>You get up, dust yourself off, and try to think positive.
>The best you got is "I can go stuff my face full of chicken sandwiches after this."
"Okay, so I was wrong. Wasn't a murder, but so what?
>"...So what? SO WHAT?! Dude, you just mixed up some vandalism with MURDER!"
>The rainbow-haired one finally speaks up.
"Yes I did, madame! Yes I did!"
>You laugh a bit, before turning back to Twilight.
"So, is that all?"
>"Not just yet. Next topic. But before that, I believe we need a new conclusion."
"...Go ahead."
>"Oh, do you not want to? You know, since it's ANONYMOUS'S Theatre of. Whatever."
>You're confused by this act of kindness.
"Very well. New conclusion;"
"There was a tire slashing at Canterlot High!"
CONCLUSION CHANGED: Janitor Slashed VP's Tires
>"Next, if you would?"
>You were secretly hoping she was done.
"Very well."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0pHICH7l3Y
TOPIC #2: Means, Motive, Opportunity
"Every crime has...actually, want me to skip ahead?"
>"Yes, please. Opportunity."
"Opportunity? He called the victim here last night while e-"
>"HOLD IT, MR. ANONYMOUS!"
"GYAH!"
>You fall yet again.
>"Uh, sorry! Got a little excited."

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>>30787526
>"You need a hand, partner?"
>The one in the hat offers a hand, which you decline as you stand back up.
"Alright, so. Are you saying there's a problem?"
>Twilight nods once more.
>"Indeed. See, there's no way Luna could've come in the middle of the night."
"Say what?"
>"After all, her tires were slashed BEFORE she went home!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxx6R3dbBS8
>You manage to not collapse once again.
"So, wait, then..."
>"Yes, Anonymous. You were wrong once again."
"Wait, but I thought it happened in the evening!"
>"Wait wait wait, didn't you say night?"
>For some reason, this conversation isn't irritating anymore.
>In fact. It makes you want to do something you hadn't done in what felt like a long time.
"Pffffhahahahaha!"
>Twilight looks at you as though you were a raving madman.
>With your laugh, you kinda sounded like one.
"Sorry, I just always thought it was interchangeable all these years. But it wasn't. That's funny."
>"Is it?"
>The pink one, who seems to have forgotten the accusation you pulled out of your ass, asks that strange question.
>Of course it is, what the hell?
>"Anyway. So to clarify, her tires were slashed in the evening. After the students were gone, to be specific, and before all the staff had left."
"So she must've gotten home via carpooling."
>"Yes! How did you figure that out?"
"I didn't! I just made it up on the spot!"
>You laugh once again.
>"What, so you weren't actually using logic all this time?"
>Your laughter stops right then and there.
"Well, considering how wrong I am, I guess my logic is bogus. Feel free to throw it all out."
>You'd laugh once more, but you're too down in the dumps now.

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>>30787545
>"HOLD IT, MR. ANONYMOUS!"
"What now?"
>You don't even bother to react much. As usual, you've gone from 60 to 0 in seconds.
>"Just because you had two incorrect points, doesn't mean the rest isn't valid!"
"You kidding? I failed. Who am I to make any more guesses."
>A pregnant pause ensues.
>Guess your whole life just got thrown away. Thanks, Twilight.
>She was too good of a rival, it seems.
>...Why aren't your thoughts being inter-
>"That's wrong, though!"
>The girl you just accused of murder places a hand on your shoulder.
>"You messed up, but that's okay! Everyone does that! You don't have to stop doing all that cool stuff just because of that, okay?"
>"She's right, you know."
>The yellow and pink girl comes up to you as well.
>"You're really smart, and you shouldn't just abandon that. Listen, we may not know each other too well, but we're here for you, okay? We'll be your friends."
>Friends, huh?
>"...If you want, I mean."
"Good, because I don't really."
>Close one.
>You take the girl's hand off your shoulder, and start to walk off."
>"Anonymous, wait! Won't you reconsider?"
>You turn back to see Twilight looking at you with a look of concern.
"Nope. But before I go."
"In conclusion, I failed."
CONCLUSION UPDATED: Anonymous is a failure

>As the young man walked off, the girls stand there, not sure what to do.
>"...Does he really not want friends?
>"I guess not."
>"So he's one of those "duhhh I don't need people holding me back" types? Geez louise!"
>"Rainbow, please. You saw us working together, that can't be it."
>"Twilight's right, dear. But is it really our place to theorize about this?"
>"Ya got a point, Rarity. Sunset, whatcha think about all this?"
>Sunset was lost in thought, which was broken by Applejack snapping her fingers.
>"Oh, sorry! I was just thinking."
>"About what, Sunny?"
>"Well, Pinkie, everyone, let me ask you. Do we want Anon to be our friend?"
>The group replies with a unanimous "Yes."
>"In that case, I have an idea."

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>>30787582
>"Um, it might not be a good idea to force it."
>"I don't mean it that way, Fluttershy. I'm just thinking, maybe we can help him."
>"And that's kind of an even worse idea for people like him?"
>"I mean with the mystery."
>"Oh, whoops. Thought you were talking about...never mind."
>"So, how about an investigation, girls?"
To be continued.

Hope this was passable, everyone. If this was remotely interesting but got too CRAWLING-tier/emo for you, please consider reading the next update. I promise it'll be much better. Will get a pastebin up.

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https://pastebin.com/JybVNSUp
There's the pastebin. See you all next update.

>>30787585
It's always welcome to see a new writefriend. Just keep at it, and do what you love man. If I might also recommend: write your updates, then post. Don't write and post at the same time, that way you're dump is one continuous block. It also gives you time to edit your work and proofread. Other than that, I like the concept. Keep at it dude. Also, what timezone are you on? I ask cause it's 0230 here, and I never see any post this early.

>>30787621
Thanks. As much as I prefer writing a skeleton then writing by the seat of my pants, you make a good point.
>what timezone are you on?
Alaska. However, it's 1:41 AM here and I've been having bouts of insomnia lately.

Also, a little behind the scenes fun fact: I tried writing this two times already and my computer crashed at the first post. I finally did it.

>>30787636
I feel ya on the insomnia. Last couple of weeks have been me crashing in the late afternoon/early evening then waking up around midnight and starting my day then. I should probably try and write since I have all this spare time.

>>30787585
Writings good, not familiar with whatever game or shit it is.
One question though, is that a japanese sherlock holmes type character?

>>30787764
You could get a part time job as a projectionist.

>>30788133
Nice dubs. I should check that out, though the area I'm in doesn't really have a late night scene outside of bars, and even then, those close at 0300. Hell, drive throughs aren't deemed "socially acceptable" where I live, so there's nothing really open for the late night other than gas stations and 7/11's.

>>30788186
> drive throughs aren't deemed "socially acceptable"
Where the fuck do you live?

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>>30788186
I was sort of joking about the job, but socially unacceptable drive thru-s, the fuck?

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>>30756773

“Twilight?”
>The seconds become minutes, the minutes become hours.
>Every moment is a struggle to keep yourself together. Both mentally, and physically.
“Twilight, you need to wake up…”
>The sunlight crawls closer and closer to you, becoming less golden, and more a deep orange red as dusk fades and fades into the night.
>You see the change in small bursts. You’re having trouble keeping your eyes open.
“Twilight… Please…”
>Eventually the exhaustion, combined with the comfort and warmth of Twilight’s body and the gentle kiss of the sun win over your senses.
>You were meant to go right after him, but your body… your body can’t cope with anymore exhaustion.
>There’s no way you can carry Twilight anymore, and she won’t wake up.
“Please… Twilight.”
>One last vain attempt to reach her, then your eyes shut and you recede into your mind.
>You can’t sleep, not now.
>Just… move Sunset.
>Move!
>Move.
>…
>Move…
>…
>Much as you mentally berate your own body, you can’t find the energy to move it.
>All the while he’s getting further and further…
>You can’t wait any longer, you can’t let Anon be alone like this, in this place.
>Can you make it? Is he worth the fight? At this point can you ever make it right?
>No, you need to go after him, after what you did…
>It was just you, Twilight, and him.
>Now it’s just you and Twilight.
>How could you say that to him?
>Because he fought you, over and over again even Twilight was freezing and facing her end.
>It doesn’t solve anything, you didn’t want this. You wanted to repair your relationship with him.
>You say it like that’s all you’ve being doing so far. You know your actions are just your attempt to change who you are.
>No.
>That’s not what you wanted. You tried to forget about Anon for four long years and you couldn’t.
>You… wanted to see him end up happy.
>You still do.
>That’s true.
>Do you?
>Stop!
>…

>>30788360
THE NAME!

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>>30788360

>You know which part of you talking is the person you want to be.
>But which is the person you really are?
>Can you change that?
>Can you ever stop making mistakes?
>What happened to trying to be a good person?
>Can you ever change?
>…
>You’ve changed before, haven’t you?
>Try and remember bit by bit, show yourself what changed and perhaps you can understand it.
>Twilight appears in your mind.
>The Twilight from Equestria, Princess Twilight.
>You would look down at the Twilight in your arms, but she’s no longer there.
>You’re back here, at the moment where you almost gave up any semblance of a normal life and tried to steal the crown.
>Princess Twilight is offering you her hand, and her friendship. Ready to pull you both out of the physical ditch you’ve found yourself in, and the miserable, lonely existence you’ve built for yourself.
>She’s smiling.
>The smile that made you feel safe, made you feel wanted. For four long years you felt like every smile was just hiding the truth from you, some ulterior motive to take you down and crush you.
>Twilight didn’t, even though she had every reason to, and due to that fact you suspected her the most.
>One day you got the chance to return that smile, that kindness, but it was to the other Twilight.
>You suppose you’ve projected a lot of what Princess Twilight did onto the other Twilight. She never saved you like the Princess did, but you still put everything, and will continue to put everything you possible can into helping her through this.
>If it can even be considered projection when they’re basically the same person.
>This is not the first time that thought of this. It never really mattered to you.
>They have their differences, but on the inside, they have the same heart. The same compassion and drive for others.
>You can recognise it in her, even in her darkest, or her most timid moments.

>>30788367
Damn, I think that's the first time I ever missed it. Just got a new computer, so trip code might be different. I'll update trip on pastebin if that's the case.

>>30788369

>That’s the Twilight you know, the one you respect. The one you want to be like.
>A hand gently takes hold of yours.
>You look up from the ditch you put yourself in and see a different face.
>No longer Princess Twilight, but Anon.
>He’s gingerly holding onto your hand, not quite sure if it’s the correct thing to do.
>He has a nervous smile on his face.
>Probably embarrassed, there are people watching, some also giggling.
>You were never quite sure if he was embarrassed by that or whether it was from holding your hand.
>It’s nostalgic to think back and wonder.
>You embarrassed him sometimes, well, a lot of the time really. Despite that, your attempts to fit in with this world made him laugh, even when they would occasionally lead to some… awkward situations.
>He always used to make you laugh as well, something about the way he said things… Even though he used way too many adjectives.
>He didn’t exactly lead the most exciting life, or talk about the most exciting things, but he was always excited about them.
>It almost feels good to think about those times, but it’s mostly sad.
>These thoughts that were warm once are now baggage that weighs heavily on your heart.
>You would like to be able to remember the happy moments and smile, but the guilt that taints them always returns.
>You think of all the times you hurt him, and the monster you became.
>You question why your mind would call upon those bitter-sweet memories when your thoughts were focused on the moment it all changed.
>When Twilight rescued you.
>Perhaps the image of Anon pulling you onto your own two feet is more ingrained into your mind then you once thought.
>You briefly consider what might have been if Twilight hadn’t been there to save you.

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>>30788384
Guess not. Not everything is terrible.

>With the magic of the crown, you considered almost anything would be possible to conquer.
>You’re sure that you would have tried at least, until eventually someone, or something stopped you, chances are that thing would not have had an ounce of the mercy that Twilight did.
>So you would have ended up dead and hated by everyone…
>Maybe nothing would have stopped you, maybe you would have gone on to conquer for as long as you lived. As unlikely as that would be.
>This world doesn’t have magic, but there are things in this world more dangerous than any magic you were ever capable of.
>Your plan was foolish from the start. No different to a school shooting, looking back on it.
>It would have brought you no closer to happiness then all the popularity you had did.
>All it did was hurt.
>All you do is hurt.
>You wonder if Anon might have become another part of your hive mind if Twilight hadn’t convinced you to put your old ways behind.
>This thought is worse than the rest.
>You’re not sure if you would have been able to handle seeing Anon like that, even under the influence of your demonic power.
>All of his intelligence, all of his passion, his insecurities, everything that makes him Anon. All of it, stolen away, leaving only an emotionless drone staring at you though his once-bright eyes.
>You would even take his glare over that.
>Not like the guilt ever goes away when you’re around him, glaring or not.
>Well, he’s gone now, isn’t he?
>Then why is the guilt still here?
>Is it only because he won’t leave your mind? After all it was his own fault you had to leave him behind.
>You want to let the guilt go, even for a moment so you can relax and focus on what’s important, but instead you’re envisioning all the terrible things you might have done to him if you had gotten your way.

>>30788389

>You look down at your demonic claws, then back to him.
>All the fearless front he puts up against everyone around him falls away, and his eyes beg you to stop, but you don’t.
>You hear yourself cackle like the monster he sees you as, the monster that you are.
>Then, he is under your control.
>Blank, expressionless. Everything that he was is now gone.
>Gone…
>Like the smile he wore when you needed it, replaced by the glare that accuses every day.
>The friendship and dependence, replaced by the suffocating hatred that won’t go away.
>Why do these thoughts keep flooding your mind?
>In your dream, you’re surrounded by a thousand memories. Some of them of better things, but all of them bitter reminders of your mistakes.
>You want them gone!
>The you that failed Princess Celestia, the you that failed Anon, the you that failed everyone!
>You want to forget, about your pain, your past and to move on.
>Your past is not today!
>You want to stop asking yourself if you’re a good person or not.
>You want to stop seeing his face in your dreams…
>You want to wake up!
>You want to wake up, but you still have no idea what you’ll do in the waking world.
>So instead you sit alone, shivering in fear of your own mind.
>Twilight may still be asleep, Anon will still be gone.
>What will you and Twilight do?
>Can you even save Anon anymore?
>…
>Ignore yourself, there’s only one place to go.
>The Crystal Empire, as you and Twilight both know.
>The Crystal Empire…
>The poem Anon and Twilight mentioned, the story Anon told you, it’s here, protected.
>There’s magic somewhere in the city, where, thanks to Twilight, you have been directed.
>You’re pulled back to Equestria, in the libraries of Canterlot flaunting your truancy, deep in studies of forbidden magic
>Sombra had his own spells of darkness, but in the heart of the Empire, something else lies.
>A beating heart… that never dies…

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>>30788402

>Maybe there, in the Crystal Empire you can make everything right.
>Forget your mistakes, and walk with Twilight through to the light.
>As you look down to the endless, incomprehensible pages, you hear a murmur.
>A voice, but faint.
>Calling to you.
>The sounds feels like it comes from nowhere, and right in front of you both at once.
>You look around to try and find the source of the voice, but find empty libraries around you. You’re smart enough not to let anyone see you here anyway.
>The voice comes again.
>You look out the distant windows, but the world doesn’t exist outside of the library.
>You look back to the book, but you can’t read the words.
>The voice chimes once again, calling your name.
>It’s time for the dream to end.
>The library falls apart piece by piece as Twilight’s voice calls you back.
>It feels good to have the memory fade away. You’ve spent too long in the past. It’s too painful to think of it any longer, even though the present isn’t much better.
>You at least have Twilight there, and the Crystal Empire.
>As darkness overtakes the dream world around you, you begin to make out peculiar shapes you could not in the beginning. Strange white shapes, almost like people… but off in some undefinable way.
>The shapes are gone by the time you register their presence, leaving only Twilight’s voice in the darkness.

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>>30788407

That's it i'm afraid. As I mentioned last time I had a lot to do this week. I've had about 16-17 hours of sleep within the last four days between work, doing all the cleaning in my house for inspection coz my roommate is a lazy piece of shit, getting a new computer and various friends and family wanting to meet up with me.

Got most of the writing done on the train to and from work. I hate writing on the train, I swear like 90% of my grammer errors come from there because the keyboard only works half the time.

Regardless, I really wish I could have gotten more done. I don't work well on low sleep

>>30786014
Writefags shouldn't feel the need to compare themselves to each other, but they do anyway. You can't control how you feel sometimes even when you know it's wrong.

I know there were times when I felt like I was shit because I couldn't keep up with Axii back in the day.

It's really not something that can be helped, unfortunately. Feedback is all over the place so sometimes you don't know if you're in the right place or doing the right thing, at least from my experience. Ultimately though it's my own fault that I sometimes feel this way.

>>30787379
Good to see a new writefag. Seriously good shit man, it's nice to have something kampy and comedic to balance it all out.

>>30788464
>doing all the cleaning in my house for inspection coz my roommate is a lazy piece of shit

Tell him to fuck off and help or get out. He's gonna walk all over you if you dont say anything.

Also since youre talking about it, writefags may feel even more down because you came back. Yeah you were the first to write here and started the whole thing, but that might put them off because you're basically standing in the spotlight whilst the others are off to the side and the new ones are standing around all awkward.

>>30788133
He literally IS Sherlock Holmes. The game is "The Great Ace Attorney," japan only unfortunately.

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>>30788512
This makes me angry and I honestly dont know why, but it is

>>30788221
>>30788193
San Luis Obispo, California. There's an actual law in place here that makes drive-thrus illegal because it would ruin the image of the town. Just fuck California in general, except San Diego. Sorry Axii, but most of this state is shit. Are you south, central, Bay Area, or north in California? I always assumed you were So-Cal since I got a buddy as a firefighter in Carlsbad.

>>30789050
>California
I'm so sorry, Anon.

>>30789122
I think you mean Commiefornia. HahahahahHAHAHAHAplease send help and get me out of here, I'm slowly going crazy...for the past 10 years. I can't take much more of this Anon. Send water too, since the average water bill for summer is god damn $250 with minimal use. I don't know how much longer I can last.

>>30789142
How can you not have any water Anon? You live right next to the fucking ocean.

>>30789482
We have more fires than rainfall man, it's why AxiiAnon has a job. When it does rain parts of the highway collapse due to mudslides and everybody goes hysterical while driving on the highways, which is how you drive in California: highways. You wanna go somewhere? Get on a highwat.

>>30789691
You make me feel so happy to live in smalltown, Arkansas.

Wasn't California going to talk about seceding from the U.S. before that dam broke earlier this year?

>>30789720
Officially, it's got approval to collect signatures to get on the ballot. They need around 1 million signatures for it to be put up to vote for the entire state, which, to put it in perspective, is the population of any of the larger cities in California. If all of Berkley voted, they would only have around a third of the votes. Will it pass? Probably not, cause there's too many military contracts in this states. HOWEVER, the California legislation allows any law to get through except for any extreme laws, such as the one time a lawyer proved how anything could get on by writing a law that was worded in such a way you could interpret it as legally allowing executions of gays. That was shut down for obvious reasons.

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>You step out of the library and back into empty halls.
>Sounds like Red left Cheeri in the dark.
>You're actually a little surprised. Red and Cheeri were best friends long before you met them. If anyone else knew about what happened at the party, it would be Cheeri.
>So Red lied to her childhood best friend.
>That lying bitch.
>And she works here, too? The big man in the sky really has it out for you, doesn't he?
>You'll just have to try to avoid her. You'd really prefer not to talk to her again.
>*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*
>SHIT
>Your heart just about bursts out of your chest.
>The ringing drills into your ears louder than before.
>A quick look around and you realize the wall your standing next to has an alarm bell on it.
>As the ringing dies down, doors open and the halls flood with moving bodies.
>A quick glance at your phone tells you it's 12:30. Lunch time.
>Lunch. Lunch sounds good right about now. Anything to get your mind off the past.
>Stepping into the moving crowd, you make your way to the cafeteria.

>>30790347
>Students line up against the wall, waiting for lunch. The first students are just now trickling out of kitchen, food in tow, to pick their seats.
>You skip waiting in line because you know no one will stop you.
>A brief look at the main line 'food' and you can tell the school is still serving the same sludge it did years ago.
>You opt for a plastic wrapped ham sandwich, an apple, and a bottle of water.
>Strolling through the middle of the lunch room, you begin to make your way back to your office.
>"HI ANON!"
>Oh no.
>You recognize that shriek.
>You slowly turn your head towards the direction it came from.
>Bubblegum is bouncing in her seat a few tables away, seated next to five other girls.
>You recognize a few of them. The rainbow haired girl, the cowgirl, and Sunset.
>"Oh, hey Anon!" Sunset gives you a warm smile. "Wanna join us?"
"Uh..."
>If it was just Sunset, you'd probably say yes. She seemed like a pretty nice girl.
>Even with the other girls, it's still tempting.
>But Bubblegum.
>Bubblegum scares you.
>That girl ain't right.
>"Come on, we don't bite! My friends want to meet you." Sunset pats the empty seat at the end of the table, still smiling.

>>30790353
>Oh, what the hell. You could use a distraction.
>You take the seat next to Sunset. Looking up, you see five pairs of curious eyes locked onto you.
>Well, not so much you, but your neck.
>"Well, don't just stare at him! Introduce yourselves!"
>"HI! I'M PINKIE PIE!"
>Oh god, the screaming.
>Your ears are already a little fucked from shooting so much without ear protection. It looks like it's only going to get worse.
>You lean towards Sunset slightly to whisper to her, keeping your eyes on Bubblegum for any sudden movements.
>She's still bouncing.
"Is she always like this?"
>"I wish I could say no. You'll get used to it."
>The posh-looking, purple haired girl next to Sunset clears her throat.
>"Ahem~. My name is Rarity. It's a pleasure to meet you."
>The cowgirl speaks up next.
>"Ah'm Applejack. Mighty fine tah meet'cha."
>Holy shit, that accent.
>Then Skittles.
>"Rainbow Dash, star athlete of Canterlot High AND captain of the Wondercolts."
>The way she said that makes you think she might be a little too proud.
>You turn your eyes towards the final, shy looking girl who's attempting to hide behind her long, pink hair.
>When you meet her one exposed eye, she looks away.
>"Um... .'m Fl...ersh..." She mumbles out.
>What little your ears pick up just sounds like gibberish.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I caught that."
>She looks up and meets your gaze for a split second before staring back down at her salad.
>"I'm Flu.....hy..."
>Again, nothing registers.
>Oh fuck, not this game. This shit is the worst. Someone says something that you don't undestand, so you ask them to repeat it, and no matter how many times they say it, it just doesn't register.
>Just as you were about to ask again, Sunset interjects.
>"That's Fluttershy. Don't mind her, she's just a little shy around new people."
>A little?

>>30790361
"Oh. Well, it's nice to meet you all. Are these the friends you told me about?"
>"Yep. There's one more, but I guess she won't be joining us. Anyone seen Twilight?"
>"I believe her older brother was taking her to lunch today. He probably wants to try to cheer her up, the poor dear." Said Rarity.
>Rainbow slams her clenched fists onto the table, bouncing lunch trays and silverware into the air.
>"EEP!"
>"ARGH! I can't believe that jerk! If I ever see him again, I'll break his-"
>She stops herself, remembering the cop sitting a few feet from her.
>"I'll have some choice words for that douche-bag." She finishes, narrowing her eyes.
>"Now, hold yer horses there, Dash. We still don't know the whole story."
>"What 'story' is there to know?! She went out with him last week, and now she'll barely talk to us! It's obvious he hurt her!"
>"The only thing obvious about this is that this is neither the time nor the place, Rainbow. I doubt Twilight would appreciate us talking about this in front of someone we've only just met."
>You unwrap your sandwich and take a bite, and continue listening to the conversation. It's probably just the usual high school drama, but it never hurts to be vigilant.
>"Yeah! Instead, we should be talking about the party we're gonna throw for Twilight to cheer her up!"
>Huh. Bubblegum has an inside voice after all.
>"I don't think a party is going to work this time."
>"Awww."
>Bubblegum's hair droops just a bit.
>"But Rarity is right. We shouldn't be talking about this. We can go see Twilight after school, but for now, let's talk about something else."
>You take another bite of your sandwich.
>"Thank you, Sunset. Now, I don't know about you girls, but I would like to know more about the man that's going to be protecting our school."

>>30790365
>Rarity turns toward you and bats her eyeslashes at you.
>Damn. She's got some beautiful blue eyes.
"Not much to say about me." You say dismissively.
>"Nonsense, darling, I'm sure you have plenty of exciting stories to tell us."
>Exciting isn't the word you would use.
>You go for another bite.
>"Yeah, like how you got that wicked scar."
>And stop just short of sinking your teeth into the bread.
>Applejack elbows Rainbow in the gut.
>"OW! What?!"
>The intercoms all aross the school come to life with an audible crack.
>"Officer Anon, please report to your office. Ms. Cheerilee is here to see you."
>Looks like she spoke to Red. You hoped you would have more time before she was ready.
>You sigh, rise from your chair and take your tray in your hands.
"It was nice meeting you all, but I've gotta go take care of something."
>Sunset looks at you dejectedly.
>"O-oh, okay Anon. I'll see you around?"
>Why does she look so sad? Because of what Rainbow said?
>You place your untouched apple on her tray and try to give her a weak smile.
"Yeah. I'll see you around, Sunset."

>With that you turn and walk to the nearest trashcan.
>As you walk away, you can barely make out Rarity scolding Skittles over the noise of the lunch room.
>".... .as mos. imp..ite, Rainbow. You sho...'nt mention someone's dis......ments!"
>And Skittles' much more audible retalliation.
>"Oh, don't act like you don't want to know about it! I know you were looking at it too!"
>Everyone looks at it. It's all anyone sees anymore.
>You dump your half eaten sandwich into the trash but hold onto your water bottle.
>As you turn to exit the lunch room, you can't help but feel like everyone is staring at you.
>Stepping toward your office, you can feel the bolstered self-image Sunset gave you begin to slip away.
>You can't wait for winter. At least then, you can hide behind a scarf.

>>30787595
Neat, welcome to the thread.

>>30790371
So this took a little longer than I expected, and was a bit shorter than I was expecting. Been a bit busy with orientation at a new night job so my sleep is a bit out of whack as well. I'll try to get a good, sizable update out soon.

I'm a bit concerned it might be a bit hard to follow who's saying what in big conversations like this. I think I did an alright job making each character distinct enough that I don't need to constantly tell you who's saying what, but please let me know if anyone thinks otherwise.

>>30790409
Impossible, you're dead. We established this earlier in the thread. What black magic is this?

>>30790418
Dubs anon, dubs. It will revive any writefag.

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>>30790444
Fuckin trips

>>30790475
I do my best. If I ever get anything higher I'll bring back an ancient dead writefag.

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>>30787585
Sick >green senpai

>>30787585
Not bad. Not quite sure if it's for me yet, but I don't think it's bad. Keep it up.

>>30786014
I remember the general where I really started writefagging. Someone else came along several threads in and started absorbing all the (You)s. Suddenly my story was forgotten because everybody wanted to read and talk about the new guy on the block. I did everything in my power to get back what I thought was lost readership. I updated constantly and pulled things in the story that I never would have thought of if I didn't feel so threatened. In the end I still felt forgotten, but I see that very story pop up in recommendations sometimes whereas I've never seen the other writefag or his story mentioned again.

So I win.

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>>30790981
Bet this'll put off a load of writers

>>30790981
What general was it?

>>30791970
If I wanted you to know that, I wouldn't have posted as Anonymous.

>>30790981
What story was it I want to read it.

>>30791594
How so?

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>>30790361
>>30790365
I like how you wrote this scene, it doesn't feel forced, nobody is ooc and the dialogue feels very natural. Pretty good characterization in general.
Keep it up.

>>30792568
Not him, but you could say when someone puts more genuine effort in to their work and strives for greatness, they may very well achieve it. Though it may not be recognizable immediatly, that story that has your blood and sweat as part of its core was noticed, and something that others genuinely enjoyed and still remember.

Who is the sterotypical girl to pose the "Why is Anon alone?" question. Looking back on some lf the earlier stuff (post Sci, pre YFN) it seems to be Sunset or the girls as a whole mulling over it, then it sorta caught on to Pinky as the sterotype. What do you guys think? When (if it did happen) did Pinky become te stereotype?I pose this question so we can have something other than the late night bumps. Please feel free to talk this out or start up something else if ou fancy it.

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I'm not dead, just taking a breather
Sorry bout that, figured I could get away with it since we got so many writers now
Last two updates haven't really, been up to snuff personally, so I wanted to recharge the ole writing mojo
After spending a week detoxing a bit from writing by binge reading a series at work I've been meaning to, H F Y , streaming some vidya, and getting back into a regular schedule I believe that I might be able to write to to my standard once more
Bare with me while I tackle writing with gusto again
Expect the update to drop on Sunday or Monday
I'll update the pastebin once I wake up, and read all the stuff that I missed
See ya then

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>>30794180
You do you dude. Be proud of what you do.

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>>30794180
Do what you gotta do, friend. I'll always wait for you.

>>30795842
Actually kill yourself

>>30795868
Anon I was gonna say that too, but in a much less tame way. You prevented an autistic rant about bumps; take my (You), you earned it.

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Bumping with content
>inb4 why does anon have hair
Because I looked up hunter hair and found a picture of Willem Dafoe that I thought was really cool.

>>30796728
I like it

>>30796728
>「No homo」!

>>30796277
Bump

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>>30796728
And a solo Anon

>>30793764
The original prompt had a screencap from EQG2 where the girls were sitting around the table in the cafeteria and Pinkie was the one talking.

There was really no other reason why a lot of the earlier writers had Pinkie pose the question.

>>30793764
Pretty much the explanation here >>30797347.

I only used Sunset instead because I figured it would have gotten old real quick to use Pinkie Pie to start every story.

Also, I like Sunset. And Applejack, but you probably already knew that.

>>30797417
>Axii
>Likes Applejack
Naaaaaaaaaaw

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>>30797540

>>30799041
Of all the greens, new writefags, suggested prompts, and art to potentially discuss, you decide to make a bump post.

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>>30799399
'merican Anon in Germane when?
>He can't understand shit what they are talking about.

Also check'd

>>30799399
>"Mein frauline, do you eva vondah vhy Anon ist always so alone?"
"YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW TO PRONOUNCE A 'W'! IT'S WONDER! WHY! WHY AM I ALWAYS ALONE!"
>"I sink zats vhy."
"IT'S SUCH A SIMPLE SOUND!"

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>>30799471

Bamp

>>30799399
>[kills mother in german]

What are you guys listening to music wise? I'm trying to find new stuff and some recommendations would be nice.

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>>30801755
Drake

>>30801954
Odd that you mention him, since I was at the record store checking out the hip-hop/rap section and most of it was just Drake for some reason. Know anything that's got a grittier sound, borderin' on industrial and noise?

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>>30798234
Have a sexy Jackie.

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>>30803793
Have a another.

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>>30803793
>>30803813
Anon, I don't understand what you're doing, Axii, clearly doesn't have a thing for Applejack.

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>>30803921
None at all.

>>30772755
So they didn't just kill his parents. They made him kill his own mother. Anon has every right to be an angry, vengeful cunt. Rarity and Dashie deserve everything coming.

>>30804184
I don't recall anything indicating Rarity was involved with that, though.

>>30804199
He said girls and he has a massive hate boner for Rarity. I think it's a safe bet.

>>30804214
Must've missed it. I just remember him mentioning a girl with rainbow hair.

>>30804268
I don't think you could hate someone as much as he does unless they've done something truly atrocious.

>>30804355
I don't know, man. You really don't need much motivation to hate vampires. They're basically human-sized, immensely strong, parasites. Plus, because of their power, they're usually depicted as having a bit of a god complex, like we see with Dash. Normal people are just toys or food.

>>30804355
Anon, you vastly underestimate the ability to hate anyone or anything. There's not many oldfags who can still do that, who you could present something to them and they would start foaming at the the mouth about it. I miss those glorious old bastards...now it's just a bunch of people running to this site cause they heard /pol/ has all the epic me-me's and internet heroes trying to stop the big bad racists. I swear, out of all the boards, this one, /tg/, and /d/ seem to be the last (largish population) boards that have some of the old site culture. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7qQ6_RV4VQ
Sorry bout the rant, continue with the usual thread activities, specifically Bump.

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>"I'm sorry..."

>>30805020
Fuck me some nice new art

>>30804425
And he clearly does hate vampires. He hates monsters too and probably people. Out of everything though he's only shown true, deep, burning hatred for two people. The only two vampires that he's seemingly dedicated his life to in some way. That has to mean something.
>>30804965
We're not talking about oldfags and /pol/, we're talking about a man who was forced to kill his own mother by two girls and who now spends every waking second contemplating just how much he hates them. Every sleeping second is spent being tortured in his dreams, seeing his life ruined over and over again. I doubt even the oldfags could understand that feeling.

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>>30805020
I see that you're back again with some cool art. Have a pic of a Sunset good sir

>>30805020
Nice work, dude.

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>>30805020

>>30805181
Again, like I said, you underestimate how hateful some people are; some are just...hateful. It's in their nature, ingrained in to their very core of who they are. There's a darkness in all of us that we never really get to experience because the opportunity is never truly presented to us in most contemporary society, but those who experience trauma or others who simply just are different in a way that we cannot comprehend are at that extreme. Fundamentally, I would argue that we as a race tread a very fine line (if it exists) of extremes. We are all one horrific day from seeing that perspective and acting to the darkest parts of our hearts, or so we like to tell ourselves, but I believe that we simply one choice from getting there. You can be thrown through some serious shit and still have a positive outlook of life, it is up to the individual to determine how they react and what they choose to do. Honestly, that's what makes us so damn interesting to me, how we can be both good and evil at the same time.
Some things to take note: I'm drunk, so I'm probably rambling, and also, that second half of my original comment was more or less rant, so not really relevant to the conversation. I wouldn't take that part very seriously or part of the conversation. Or the shitty attempt philosophy. Come to think of it, I think I need more beer/whiskey.
YFNAnon, you gotta learn to love that stuff man. That and rum.

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>>30806307

>>30806144
I think you're vastly overestimating the ability of people to hate. Most people are angry, most are spiteful. I'd say there are very few people in the world who spend their lives genuinely hating everything around them to the degree you're suggesting all the oldfags did.

>>30779838
I am on my first break of the week, now to do my job folks. And I am proud to see ya'll filled the thread up so quickly. In any case.
>You could probably get the girls to help.
Missed a greenline.
>>30779850
>"You quickly turn back to Twilight
Missed another greenline, and shouldn't be quotation marks.
>And there's quiet, secluded booths for who knows what.
Missed a greenline.
>"Sombra sighs and takes a sip of his whisky.
Remove the " at the start.
>>30779914
>"I'll hae a coke please," Twilight
have*
>>30779922
>Rainbow shouts down the phone."
remove the extra "
>That's not something I'd class as 'fun', Twilight remarks.
>You clearly don't know what fun is," You chuckle and crane your neck.
Missed a "at the start of each sentence, and the end of the first sentence.
>>30779964
Nice update, cant wait to see how he deals with Sombra.

>>30807012
You're probably right. Spite seems much more feasible than a genuine hate towards everything. Though I don't know what I was really trying to argue with what was said last night.
On another note, the Anon described here >>30805181 is sounding more and more like the Punisher now: a man fixated on one single moment in his life where it all went to shit, and now his life is centered around on making the people who caused that tragedy (and others like them) to suffer for it.

>TFW Nebraskafag
>TFW still no qt country girl gf.

>>30809273
Probably inbreed even if you found one m8, don't worry to much about it.

>>30805020
Ow, my heart.

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>>30788360
>>30788369
>>30788384
>>30788389
>>30788402
>>30788407
A whole fucking updates worth--six whole fucking posts--of nothing but bullshit introspection and insight into sunset's state of mind. I remember why I didn't like this story to begin with. I guarantee it wouldn't be popular if it wasn't for the shock value in the beginning.

>>30809201
Can you blame the guy for being fixated on that night? His entire life was destroyed in a matter of hours.

>>30809547
>Misses the point
And back to the trash with you.

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>>30809618
Okay then. Tell me the "point", because I'm 99% sure it could be done in half the words that update took or less.

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>>30788407

>”Sunset?”
>You feel a tingle as she brushes her fingers lightly against your cheek, gently caressing your skin.
>You reach your own hand up to meet with hers, rubbing your thumb across her palm.
>”Sunset, You’re okay?”
>The numbness is gone, you’re able to feel again. The warmth of the sun has done its work.
>You smile softly and slowly begin to open your eyes. You prepare yourself for the sting of light against your retinas, but are surprised to only see the world in a soft orange glow, barely enough to illuminate your surroundings.
>You’re running out of sun.
>The thought would worry you more, but in the gentle illumination you witness Twilight. Still in your arms, wearing a reassuring smile.
“I’m fine Twilight. Everything’s fine.”
>It’s harder than you expected to get the words out. Your voice is hoarse.
>You can’t help but let your own smile grow wider as you pull Twilight up towards you and into a hug.
>You feel her silently shudder as she buries her head into your shoulders.
>”I’m glad you’re okay Sunset, but nothing is fine and you know it.”
>You raise a hand and rub her back, fighting back the stress by trying to ease the tension in her tired muscles.
>You feel her chest extend and retract as she breathes a deep sigh.
“I know, but there’s got to be something, Twilight. There’s hope in in the Crystal Empire, I know I’m right.”
>Your raspy voice struggles to push out the words, but it’s getting easier.
>After a pause, Twilight pushes herself away from you, looking you in the face with her concerned eyes.
>”You feel it too?”
>You nod.
>The Crystal Empire is where you need to go, because that’s where he went…
>”But… how can we be sure? Can we even make it?”
>You smile again.
“Not while we’re sitting down we can’t.”

>>30809578
No, can't really blame him for it. Just drawing the similarities of his character to another one that he reminds me of. I enjoy the Punisher comics and the character, so this makes me enjoy Sea Urchin's story just a little bit more since it seems to be going the same route.

>>30809829

>You force your legs under yourself and begin to drag yourself to your feet. The attempt fails almost immediately as you collapse back down.
>The numbness may be gone, but your overworked muscles need time to wake up.
>Twilight gets onto her knees and holds onto your shoulders, and keeps you stead as you once again attempt to ascend.
>”Are you sure we should be moving already Sunset?”
>Twilight looks at you with concern as you gradually find balance on your trembling limbs. Your legs re-adjusting to the sensation of walking.
“We have to Twilight, we haven’t got much time until we’re out of sunlight.”
>Twilight pulls her head away from you.
>”I know but…”
>Her voice trails off as she gazes back and forth into the darkness that surrounds, perhaps only really seeing it for the first time.
>Even silent, she still holds you steady as you manage to completely stand up straight.
>It amazes you that she has so much strength after everything the two of you have been through.
>Here your legs are still struggling under your own weight, and she’s strong enough for the both of you. You don’t know what you would have done without her.
>Well, you do know what you’ve done without her…
>You pull yourself away from the guilt and focus on waking up the muscles in your legs, stubbornly kicking away the stiffness so you can walk again.
>As you do so, Twilight still scans the darkness.
>Maybe it’s getting to her.
>Say something, get her mind onto better things.
“There’s magic in the Empire Twilight, I remember…”
>You close your eyes in order to reach into your bitter memories once again.
“Back in the other world, in Equestria, Sombra wasn’t the only source of magic in the Crystal Empire. If this Empire is anything at all like the one I read about, there will be powerful magic here.”

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>Twilight turns back to you as you speak, but it appears your words have done little to calm her, as her face is stricken with anxiety
>She opens her mouth to speak, but at this point you know, and dread what she is going to ask.
>”Sunset, where’s Anon?”
>The lump in your throat returns as she stares you down.
>Your legs are shaky again.
“He…”
>”What is it Sunset?”
>Her eyes quiver as she watches your reaction.
>”Oh my god, is he…?”
>You solemnly shake your head.
“He’s… gone Twilight.”
>You drop your vision from eye contact, your shameful memories flooding into your mind. Twilight continues to stare, eyes scanning you, not quite understanding.
>”What do you mean ‘gone’? If he’s not… then he’s missing?”
>She looks downward, observing as a shiver returns to her hands.
>”I – I don’t remember anything. I just remember the Crystal Empire and Moondancer… I don’t remember what happened to him.”
>Part of you is glad she doesn’t remember how you left him behind, but why has she brought up Moondancer?
>”Oh god… did I do something, Sunset?”
>What?
>The words cause you to immediately snap your head back up to Twilight, whose eyes are a mix of guilty fear and anxious anticipation.
>She really thinks she was the one?
“No, it wasn’t your fault, you fell, I went to help you…”
>Your voice trails off as her expression changes.
>Eyes wide with realization, as if someone just whispered an answer she never thought of into her ear.
>”If it wasn’t me who did it, then was it you, Sunset?”
>Her eyes are fixed open in a fanatic stare.
>Like when she was running towards the structure in her obsessive haze.
>You’d like to run now, wouldn’t you?

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>You place a hand on your arm, rubbing up and down, as if some innocuous movement would somehow make it easier to formulate an answer.
“I…”
>You want to speak, but your tongue refuses to cooperate. All that happens when you try is that your mouth dries up completely.
>Twilight looks you up and down. Her expression softens. You can only assume she recognised your distress.
>”I’m sorry, I’m not accusing you, but you need to tell me what happened.”
>She lightly places her hand on your arm.
>She’s so supportive, even now.
>Supporting you, when you’re such a monster.
“No, no, no, no.”
>You shake your head as the words come out.
“You’re right Twilight. I… I just got so angry.”
>She stares at you, perplexed, almost cautious. Like a timid animal, trying to decipher whether or not you’re a predator.
>She deserves to find out, to know the truth.
“He was fighting me, even when I knew you needed help. He told me to leave him, so I did, but by then, it was too late, you’d already fallen…”
>Twilight squints her eyes as you talk, possibly probing her memory for her own recollection of the events.
>She won’t remember a thing because she wasn’t conscious for it. All she’ll know is what you tell her.
>Would it be easier to make up excuses and hide?
>No, things would only get worse if you lied.
“You fell into a ditch… I had to carry you up and I was so tired. Then he just, walked up… he walked, and after everything he still wanted to blame me for what happened.”
>Twilight watches and listens, still silently. The soft orange illumination only barely reaching far enough to shed light on one side of her body. Leaving the other side in darkness.
“I got so angry, I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t’ want to say the words, I tried to stop myself from saying them.”
>That’s true is it?
“I couldn’t stop. I just screamed at him…”