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- "A-Anon.... why...?"
- >Adagio's eyes stop glittering, and she takes one last, slow sigh.
- >You take your hands out from under her, not even bothering to close her eyes, and pick up your .357mag revolver.
- >opening the cylinder and counting the five rounds left, you go down the list in your head.
- >Adagio? Check.
- >Aria
- >Sonata
- >Sunset
- >Rarity
- >Yourself
- >The rest aren't even worth a round.
- >You stand back up, clicking back the hammer to chamber the next round.
- >Just as you hear the click, the classroom door flies open.
- >Ah.
- >Hello, Sonata.
- >"Anon, what ha----"
- >Her eyes widen as she lets out a blood curdling shriek.
- BANG
- >You see a spray of fling up against the door behind her as she collapses.
- >The screaming students in the hallway provide a macabre soundtrack as you approach the classroom door.
- >Stepping over Sonata, you reenter the hallway, and look around at the masses of screaming and running students.
- >It makes you chuckle.
- >Why would they be scared of you?
- >You have no quarrel with any of them.
- >Looking down to notice your ex's blood pooling around her head, you remove your shoe from next to her.
- >These are brand new shoes!
- >It would be such a shame to stain them with blood before you've even finished breaking them in.
- >You stroll slowly into the middle of the hallway.
- >The echo of a particular set of boots rattles your ears, and you look to your left to see a shadow disappear around a corner.
- >Black leather jacket.
- >Bright skirt.
- >You sprint down the hallway after her, and as you round the corner, see the women's bathroom door swinging back and forth.
- >Hello.
- >You head into the bathroom, in which you find four closed stalls and one running sink.
- >And gentle whimpering.
- "C'mooooon, babe, don't be like that."
- >You kick in the first stall.
- >Nothing.
- "Sunny... ya had to know this was coming."
- >Boot to the second door.
- >No one.
- >You look down.
- "Ahh..."
- >She freezes.
- >"Anon.... Anon, please... p-please..."
- "What?"
- >"I... I-I don't wanna die, A-Anon..."
- "Well, there's nothing I can do about that."
- >Your boot hits the door.
- >There she is, huddled up in front of the toilet.
- BANG BANG
- >Damn it.
- >Two rounds on her?
- >You fucking moron.
- >Oh well.
- >As you exit the bathroom, you have a choice to make.
- >Aria, or Rarity?
- >Rarity, or Aria?
- >Decisions, decisions.
- >Eh...
- >...Rarity.
- >Aria is only guilty by association.
- >She didn't talk to you enough to get a bullet.
- >But where to find...?
- >"A--... Anon...?"
- >Well.
- >You turn around slowly.
- >There she stands, her makeup running thick down her cheeks.
- >"Anon....darling... please, let's talk about this."
- >Oh great.
- >Here we go.
- >You lower your .357.
- >"Anon... I... I-I don't know... w-why... you're doing this, b-but... if you were to just... p-put down the gun a-and let me /talk/ to you..."
- >Naw.
- >You put the revolver up to your chin.
- >"Anon, WAI--"
- BANG
- And thus, Anon died prematurely...
- ...jut like this thread inevitably will.
- As will every one after this.
- Jesus wept.
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