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- >You open your door and toss the overweight backpack to the open chair right beside you.
- >You shut the door to take off your shoes by kicking them off and pushing them to the side.
- >Finally, the weekend is here and all to yourself! Too bad everyone has plans, including your parents.
- >Whatever, at least-
- >Knock, knock, knock.
- >Hm, you didn't expect anyone coming over today.
- >You answer the door to view Fluttershy standing outside with blood covering her clothes.
- "Fluttershy, what the fuck happened!? Why are you covered in-"
- >"I'm sorry."
- >She pulls out a Glock .22, laying it flat in her hands, expecting you to take it.
- "Woah! What the fuck!? Put the gun away!"
- >She puts the gun back in her bag. You sure as fuck weren't getting your prints on that.
- "Did you shoot someone...?"
- >She's quiet, unable to say anything.
- "Flutters, come on out."
- >"I need a place to stay, just for a little while until I can figure things out."
- >You sigh.
- "Tell me what happened first."
- >She wipes her face while sniffling.
- >"It’s... not fair! Those bullies! I can't... I can't..."
- "So you shot some schoolyard bullies, was that really necessary?!"
- >"Y-you don't understand! They were really mean! They pulled up my skirt in the halls and took pictures with their smartphones and-"
- "Fluttershy come on, you need a better reason than that for shooting them! Did they threaten you, did they hurt you?"
- >She’s sniffling and crying now.
- "Hey, don't you usually travel with a rabbit? Where is the little guy anyhow?"
- >She looks you in the eye and breaks down.
- "No... Don't tell me…."
- >"They did! I can't believe them, how could they slaughter a poor defenseless animal like that!? I… I was just so mad I… I broke into a friend’s house and stole this gun. And, after school I just...."
- >You deeply sigh.
- >This isn't an easy choice.
- >You hang around her once in a while, but that's because she isn’t so uptight like her friends.
- >She at least talks to you, while the others roughly knew you were there.
- >Then again, she committed a fucking murder!
- >”Can you help me. Please?”
- >Somewhere in the distance is the sound of sirens closing in.
- >You shouldn’t, but her folded hands and her knees on the ground makes you reconsider.
- >”No one else would help me and I won’t last in jail, Anon!”
- >You shake your head and move away from the doorway.
- “Get in here.”
- >She doesn’t hesitate and does so.
- >You close the door and run to your room.
- >She follows you inside as you are cleaning out the piled up clothes next to the wall.
- >You move the skateboard and plastic furniture that is covering up the wall.
- >There is a long, jagged crack that curves around and ends on the ground.
- >You get out your house keys to wedge it out.
- >It does, allowing you to access the wall itself.
- >Inside is a stack of Playboy magazines that you stole from your dad over the years.
- >You grab it and fling it outside.
- >”Uh…” Fluttershy says while scanning the covers.
- “No time, get in there and wait.”
- >”B-but, I-I’m afraid.”
- “If you don’t, then the BOTH of us go to jail. Remember I’m not talking about juvie, this is some deep trouble that we’re in.”
- >She falls to the ground and crawls through the hole.
- >Normally you couldn’t fit in there, but you aren’t a teenage girl.
- >When she makes it completely inside, you seal the hole and put the furniture back the way it was.
- >”Anon! I’m having second thoughts about this!” She shouts out as she starts to pound on the wall.
- “It’s only for a few minutes! Just stay calm keep quiet!”
- >”I don’t think I can!”
- “Pretend that you’re a raccoon!”
- >”Okay!”
- >It stays quiet.
- “Good!”
- >You throw the clothes and magazines inside the floor of the closet and close the door.
- >You run back into the living room to raise the volume on your dad’s stereo and turn it on.
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- >As the song plays, the wailing sounds of the sirens grow to their loudest and stop.
- >You can’t hear the pounding on the front door, but you can see it shake.
- >You answer it and two officers in their standard blue uniform stand outside.
- >The taller one is a well shaved in his late twenties, while the shorter one has a firm moustache and appears to be in his mid-thirties.
- “Sorry about that officer, was I troubling the neighborhood?”
- >”Can you lower that music down!?” The taller one shouts out.
- >You run over to the stereo and drastically lower the volume.
- >”Son, we got word that the shooter at Canterlot High was wandering down this street. Do you happen to know that if you have seen her?” He continues in his normal tone.
- “No officer, just listening to my dad’s music collection for the last hour.”
- >”I see. Well, a neighbor said that she saw her stop by here, so what we’re going to do is look around the house for a quick minute.” The same officer goes on.
- ”I can’t let you in without a permit.”
- >”Listen, we’ll be here no more than two minutes. If we could just go room to room, then we can go back to our duty. If we get a permit, we will scope out every inch of this place and all of that will take time away for both you and me.” The shorter officer finally speaks up.
- >You just shake your head and step aside.
- >They kept their promise and entered each room, staying no more than ten seconds in each one.
- >When they opened up your closet, they nudge each other and look at the poorly stored magazines.
- >They finish up their gossip in a few moments and close the door.
- >”Son, how old are you?” The tall officer asks.
- “Old enough to own them.” You reply with confidence.
- >They look to each other and nod.
- >”Alright, we’ve seen enough.”
- >You follow them out of your room and stand in the living room.
- >”Nothing we could find, so you’re off the hook.” The tall one announces as he fixes his shirt.
- >”Understand that if we see her around here, there’s gonna be a lot of hell to pay.” The shorter one gruffly says.
- >You shrug as they start to head for the doorway.
- >It gets interrupted by some light scratching coming from the wall behind you.
- >All of you turn around all look at the wall until it stops.
- >You turn backs round and just raise an eyebrow, while they look stumped at you.
- >”Sounds like you got an infestation. If I were you, I’d take care of that immediately or else an entire family will be running along the premises.” The younger officer advises.
- >You nod as they close the door.
- >You approach the door and look through the peephole to watch the cruiser take off and leave the street.
- >You sprint to your room and clean out your closet to grab Fluttershy’s hand.
- “Come on…” You grunt out while grabbing her wrist and pulling.
- >She squirms through and pops out.
- >You forget to let go, letting her land on you when falling back.
- >Fluttershy groans a bit, but stops at the sight of her cushion.
- >”Uh, s-sorry!” She jumps.
- >You brush off the dust she collected from the wall and stand up.
- >The two of you are sitting down in your kitchen, pandering on what to do.
- >Fluttershy is sitting across the table with her head lowered down, hanging in shame from what she did.
- >You have an idea, but you will sacrifice so much to get her out of this mess.
- “Listen closely. This is how it’s going to play out.”
- >She raises her head to give her full attention to you.
- “I can give you some cash, new clothes, a bus ticket, a place to live and a disposable phone to keep in touch with you. Keep it all to yourself, understood?”
- >She nods while keeping eye contact with you.
- >”Um, m-may I interject? What will I do?”
- “You can continue school, but it won’t be here. There are some family members that owe me for a long time. They took my family in some mess over the years, so I’ll have to cash in my favor.”
- >”O-okay, but where will I go?”
- “You’re going north, way north.”
- >”W-what?”
- “Canada, it’s the easiest place to enter."
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