Just a Fun Thing (FR Short?)

>You are Jarrod
>And man, have you had a tough day of classes
>Thursdays always suck; your classes bleed out into the night, and by the time you get home, it’s way too late to want to do anything productive
>So you do what you usually do:
>You toss your bag onto your bed, crash down into your chair, and launch Firefox
>You click your bookmarks and select /mlp/, browsing the pony imageboard for some cheap entertainment
>The board has always been a trusty escape from the painful trials and tribulations of reality
>You browse for about half an hour
Ah…
>You say, as you come across an old favorite
>The Flutterrape thread
>You click on it, and scroll through the page
>It’s well on its way, already at 350 posts
>Some big named writefags have updated some of their stories
>You give them a quick scan, enjoying the antics of Fluttershy
>Some funny, some more serious, some quite sad
>There’s such a variety of fiction to choose from
>Some lesser known, but still great, writefags have updated as well
>You glance through those really quickly
>Eventually, you reach the bottom of the page
>Ah, dead end. Nothing to do now but—
>…
>Huh… what’s this…?
>You scroll back down to the bottom of the page
>A story seems to have popped up
>…do you have auto update on?
>…no, you don’t think so
>…how peculiar
>You glance up at the name and subject fields
>The only thing filled out is the name:
>”Fluttershy”
>You scoff a little under your breath
>Some roleplaying faggot, huh?
>…well, might as well give it a read, there’s no other stories here
>You scan over the story, which doesn’t happen to be too long
>Only about five posts
>It’s a fetish guess comedy, with the usual formula
>Fluttershy trying to get into Anon’s pants with a guess
>It’s a comedy, and for what its worth, it’s decently funny
>Gave you a chuckle
>The ending didn’t seem to make much sense though
>As opposed to the usual “Fucking Fluttershy” punchline ending it all, one more greentext line comes out after it
>A line of Fluttershy’s dialogue
>One more guess
>”Is digging your fetish, Anon? Digging is one of mine.”
>…an odd way to end it. Doesn’t make much sense
>Maybe it was an accidental line left in at the end
>Well, decent story nonetheless
>Since it’s brand new, no one’s commented yet
>…Might as well make his (or “her”) day a little brighter
>You click her post number and type a quick reply
>”Hey Fluttershy, pretty funny first story. 7/10”
>Quick, nothing special, just something for him to hold on to, knowing someone liked it
>You lean back in your chair a little bit to stretch
>Staring at the ceiling, you let out a satisfied groan, then bend back over to the computer
>…the thread seems to have auto-updated again
>You focus your eyes at the new post
>”Fluttershy” seems to have responded
>”Thanks anonymous, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I have other stories you can read, if you like. Pastebin okay?”
>A Pastebin link rests under the text
>…well, why not?
http://pastebin.com/KcsVRCWC

>You lean back into your chair, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue
>That was… odd
>You X out of the Pastebin window
>That wasn’t even close to his other story
>It didn’t even make sense
>Fluttershy was just…
>There was no Anon, no rape attempt, no other characters, no… development at all
>There was a fetish guess… sort of
>Was nec…
>…
>That’s a little strange…
>How does that even tie in with—
>Wait… digging?
>You scroll up to the greentexted post
>And check the last line
>”Is digging your fetish, Anon? Digging is one of mine.”
>Was he going for some odd kind of connection?
>…
>You copy the Pastebin link and paste it into your URL bar again
>…but it doesn’t lead anywhere
>You try one more time
>The page loads, but the document is blank
>What the hell?
>One more try
http://pastebin.com/dfG6XPYe

>You X out of the Pastebin
>…the silence in your room becomes a little more clear now
>The wind gusts softly against your window
>Leading out into the dark outside
>…you get up and throw the curtain over it
>You come back to the computer and look at the thread
>No one has posted since you or “Fluttershy”
>You hover your hands over the keyboard for a second
>…
>”What’s up with the digging, Fluttershy?”
>…
>…
>”Digging is my fetish. It’s fun to share. Share on Pastebin tonight.”
>As quickly as you read that post, another one from her shows up
>”Is necrophilia your fetish, Jarrod?”
>…
>Your breath quickens a bit
>How the…?
>What the…?
>You X out of the Flutterrape thread
>You get up off of your computer
>And shut it down
>Your heart is racing
>…
>Breathe…
>You pace the room for a bit
>…it’s 4chan
>…probably did some bullshit… hacker thing or something
>Got your name somehow
>Just calm down…
>You take a big, deep breath
>…
>Chill… just chill, man
>You look over to your clock
>1:00am
>How did it get so late?
>…you’re a little worked up
>But… you think you should try to get to bed anyway
>You slide out of your clothes and get comfortable under the sheets
>Thoughts race through your mind, but you try your best, and eventually, you let sleep take you…

>Your eyes flicker open a little
>You’re a light sleeper, and don’t sleep well in the light
>…light…?
>You open your eyes wider
>As you wake up, your ears start to catch on to something
>A soft, pattern-like voice
>You dart up in bed
>The light…
>You look over to your computer
>Right as you do, the voice stops
>…
>You shut that down…
>You slowly creep out of bed, and take a look at your monitor
>…it’s definitely on
>And the browser is open too
>It’s loaded…
>…Vocaroo?
>Was that what you heard…?
>You click replay…
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1VbhT4ZFpX6

>Your heart practically stops
>…that’s…
>That’s your voice…
>…that’s you laughing, you talking…
>…what the fuck is this…?

>You wake up again
>It’s not quite morning
>You’re sprawled out on your bed
>Dirt is everywhere
>Your bed is a mess
>Groggily, you place your hand down to push yourself up
>Clods of dirt fall from your fingertips
>…what…?
>You glance at your hands
>…covered in dirt
>Caked
>Like you’ve been gripping and moving it for hours
>…
>How could you…?
>…
>You look to your door
>It’s open
>You slowly get up
>And peer outside your door
>Your hall light is on
>You follow down it slowly
>The house is eerily quiet
>Rounding the corner, you see the exit to your backyard
>The lights aren’t on
>Dirt trails from outside in
>…did you sleepwalk?
>How did…
>…
>Or did you…
>You look to your hands again
>…did you dig a hole…?
>…
>You slowly and carefully place your feet in front of one another
>Leading closer and closer to the door
>Until you’re outside
>It’s dark
>But with very little help from the inside light
>You can see it
>A darker spot in the lawn
>It looks… deep
>And wide…
>…
>Such a nice hole…
>…
>Almost makes you want to…
>…
>Want to…
…
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