HOTLINE PONYVILLE CH1 Part 1

CHAPTER 1: RING RING HERRO?

>the floor is blanketed by five types of roaches
>the need to vomit rapidly comes to mind
>but there's no toilet
>wait, is this yours?
>you look around
>dirty piles of clothing, crusty tissue papers and old 80's stag mags litter the floor allowing pests to breed and thrive
>but, in all of this land of filth, the mirror is untouched
>you inspect it and thus, yourself
>the reflection is male, late 10's to early 20's, with a beanie-long hair combo
>"Norman"
>someone called you from the left
>you open the door to find a living room covered in dirt in all but the right side
>3 chairs with matching occupants stare at you with unblinking eyes
>or, if they took off their masks, they would
>the one in the middle in a purple desk chair is relaxed, but cautious, she has a lavender unicorn mask
>the left one slouches in a blue bucket seat, she is tired and upset, as if she saw you do everything bad when you were a kid, her blue p0ne mask is weathered and torn
>the right one in a pink camper chair is giddy, if not obsessed with your arrival, streamers and strawberry(well...you think it is) sauce, creating a moat around her, her mask, rather than being uniform with the others, is a alligator with a pipe funneling popcorn in the mouth-hole
Left:"so, what ARE you doing here ya spaz, and what's your story? Actually, forget it, you're probably don't know either, might be just for the best"
Middle:don't worry, I know you, just remember, I see you everyday
Right:*crunch,crunch* who's the newbie?!?! *swallow,chomp* haven't seen him blow through these doors?!?! might be a *crinkle,crackle* unwanted GUEST!?!?!?
L:"do yah need to know? might not like what you do in the dark."
M:"Here's a hint, when you moved in august 12th, or 2 months ago, did anything happen? you saw all of us? you have a look that says yes."


AUGUST 12TH 2013
>you are norman
>you're parents left you alone in the new apartment while they move shit from Philly
>your cellphone beeps "Hip-hop, Beep-bop" at a increasing rate
>you press the answer key
PTA:"hello Parents of "NORMAN NORMANDY", this is vice-principal Luna, we at the CISD welcome a new face with glee! and what better way than our acclaimed teacher miss cheerilee's famous buttercups! the delivery should coincide when this message ends, in 3...2....1
>BEEP!
>well at least the snacks sound better than the VP
>you stride toward the door, open it and put the package on the folding table
>bet they taste goood!






THE TARGET HOLDS A SMALL LUNCHBOX ON HIS PERSONAL
YOU MUST OBTAIN AND PLACE IT IN THIS LOCATION
SUCCESS LEADS TO CONTINUED SERVICES AND PAYMENT
YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT IS THE PRICE OF FAILURE

PONYVILLE-APPLELOOSA STATION
AUGUST 12TH 2013
7:59 PM

>be Norman
>after 3 hours, you finally arrived at the target's location
>you take a good long look at the dirty and paint-peeling entrance
>couple of minutes later you pop the trunk of your father's old Delorean
>only one mask, a purple unicorn, stares at back at you
>you snatch it and put it on
>you walk toward the door, quietly as to get the drop on the guard
"...anyways, the kid should be safe upstairs, watching....I don't know? downtown abbey or whatever the fuck British kids watch!......... yeah, sorry cuz, мы перезвоню утром Big Mac после его поезд берет его на руки
>after a few seconds he hangs up and begins to smoke.
>perfect
>you kick open the door, causing the knob to strike at his right kidney, and bring him down on his chest
>you furiously stomp on his head until its a mushy paste
>grabbing his bat, you dash into the mens bathroom
>with cat-reflexes you break down the door and slam the bat into the lower back of the mobster on the pisser
>he begins to spasm as his legs shoot out with pain
>the back of his head meets your club, his nose and mouth collide with the metal piping of the urinal, causing a bloom of blood to splatter with his relaxing, now terror stricken leeking lizard
>downstairs clear
>you hop it over to the stairs


>be Alexi
>you and Dimitri have been assigned to guard a kid named Albert Piperson
>or, pipsqueak as he is known on the streets
Alexi:"дерьмо, got your cell on you?"
Dimitri:"nah its up my дыре, what do you need it for
A: my подруга, she gets lonely when she gets off of work
>Yeah, стриптиз feel lonely after a night of partying
D:"here you роговые немного ебать, I'm gonna see if my брат has some hash on him
>you hungrily take his Nokia and dial the number of Prancer's Playhouse
SPLURT
CRUNCH
CRACK
>the fuck was that?
>Dimitri slides across the hallway and into the hall
D:О Боже пожалуйста! У меня есть семья, Иисусом Христом у меня есть маленькая девочка! пожал-
>the marauder slams his iron club into the side of Dimitri's head
>you take a good look at him
>he is wearing stained olive colored jeans, a old and bloodied leather jacket, and a semi ripped unicorn head mask
>you whip out your butterfly knife
>"Oi! back the fuck off you ублюдок!


G


>be Norman
>you stare down the last thing standing in your misson
>he is young, cocky, but inexperienced
>his movements is similar to a kung fu actor with Parkinson's
>you run toward him readying the Pipe
>he trys to do some cawadooty back hand knife trick
>you chuckle inside
>slamming your iron into his hand, he howls in agony
>you finish him off with shoe to the face
>you turn toward the target
Target:"hey back of ye sod! ill break yer arse you tart! swore on me mum!
>his vulgarity is lost along side his cartilage, teeth, and bone to your club
>after his beating, you take his box and make your way to the Delorean
"DING DONG" "The transit from appleloosa has arrived!"
>shit
>two thugs search the massacre to end your ass
>well, lets give them a show!
>you hide inside the bathroom and wait like a hungry scorpion
>sure enough, a guard walks beside the wall
>you throw the pipe at his legs, toppling him over
>the other begins to rush you
>you swipe the lunchbox at him, he falls like a tower of cards
>with your legs on his arms, you smash his head into a warm golash
>the other one crawls toward the exit
>striding toward him, you calmly flick his head and rearrange it so he can see his backside
>you make your way to the Delorean and drive-off to the death-drop


CANTERLOT HIGH
AUGUST 12TH 4:00PM

>you are Filthy Rich or, Sergeant Rich, as your squad car tells others
>you're waiting for your daughter Diamond Tiara and her friend Silver Spoon
>the bell rings, letting loose a torrent of teenagers and in the rapid, your baby and her almost-sister
>you can pick out a few that were charged with drug possession, vandalism, and in one embarrassing case, bestiality
>finally your little angel and her companion hop inside the Charger
>"hows your day little lady?"
>she begins her tirade of endless problems, from the boys to the fashion her older classmates are starting, with Silver Spoon interjecting in key parts
>how the hell you put up with this with your then-wife is a mystery
>wait, it was all for dat poontang(tighter than bottle as your grandfather would say)
>after you drop off Silver at the Mayor's/her grandmother's Mansion, you bob and weave through traffic to your flat
>your daughter(and wife before she went balls deep on president fancy pants) wondered why settle on a three bedroom apartment when you can have a TEXAS STRONK Mansion and then some
>you told wife it was either economy, Tiara's future education, or a possible(but very unlikely) stock crash, and when her mother left(with only her moth-eaten cali shorts, out-stretched yoga pants and a fading no-collared sweatshirt) you told Diamond its better to put a penny in than one out
>for the first ten years, she believed it
>but into her high school years, she believed the more it costs, the better the rep
>finally, you open up the flat's door and begin to make the same dish that got you out of the original Cordon Bleu academy with flying colors
>Grandmother's Borscht


>after dinner, you and Tiara drop your asses and flick the switch on the boob tube
"....great news terry, I'm sure the orphans in Romania are doing much better in donated shoes and clothes.....huh? WHAT!! Breaking news! six bodies, including a child have been found inside the train Station just 15 minutes ago, here on the scene is Adam Mendoza!"
"thanks John, the station is a scene of utter destruction as multiple bodies of men, including the heartbreaking discovery of the child have been found inside the building...hold on I have Intel that the child's name is Albert Piperson, an exchange student who started just days ago at Canterlot high."
>your radio squawks
"Rich, its me Caramel, get to the scene ASAP"
>"Tiara honey, work called and...."
>she is fast asleep, splayed all over on the couch
>you give her a blanket and run towards the car

AUGUST 13TH 12:15AM

>still Filthy
>after getting out of the sea of reporters and interviewers, you duck under the yellow tape and into the investigation
>Detective Caramel, Head of the CSI Lab, Waltzes to you
Caramel:"thanks for coming old friend, as you can see, it's one hell of a mess."
>"yeah, you think?!"
C:"well... it worse up top"
>you and caramel take the stairs
>after wading through the bodies you finally see Pipsqueaks crumpled body
C:"Shame isn't it? could been anyone's kid...even yours."
>you stifle a thought of finding Diamond like this
C:"but...there's two problems, one there was a survivor that left(points to blood trail) and two, no motive
>"so why even bring me here?"
C:"it's similar... well to...the Miami Murder Spree of 89'
>Christ, the balls on this guy
>last time he did this, he managed to get the Cake's scared of a confection syndicate that prevented them from delivering sweets outside of town and wanted them wasted
C:"HOLD ON HOLD ON! I saying it's similar to it, not the same!"
>"yeah, right and the Apple Family is actually a mafia that's headquartered here! Call me when something plausible."
>you take the back way out and start the car
>"What was the whole deal out of that anyway?"

AUGUST 12 11:30PM

>you are Norman
>the drop leads to an alleyway dumpster
>you walk to the point and place the lunchbox in the dumpster
>as you stride to the car, a sickening realization hits you
>you took peoples lives today, one was a child that barely even started
>you can still hear his pleas to stop
>it becomes too much and you vomit up mom's spaghetti
>you drive off into the night, listening to your father's old tapes
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