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- >You are browsing some good ol' 4chan, for what feels like a few minutes, when something catches your eye.
- >'SHIT! It's 4 o'fucking clock'
- >Eh fuck it.
- >You keep browsing when you come to a thread titled, "Story Time! part 7"
- >You read it. Seems like the same old shit as always. Two options.
- >Not being bothered to read it, you post,
- "Well I'd choose option 2."
- >There, short and sweet. Not that it matters. You know this is just so faggots can post stories.
- "Well now that I'm done with that shit, let's go to bed."
- "I'll need the energy to do nothing but fuck around on the Internet."
- >You were right, at least the fucking around part. You really didn't do much.
- >Closing the tab of the thread, you turn off the monitor, shut the light off and go to sleep.
- >When you wake up the next morning, you stretch, feeling the unused joints from the night before pop.
- >Your cat gets off your bed and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
- >After you feed her, you make some eggs and bacon.
- > The smell and sizzle of the bacon gives you the weirdest boner you have ever gotten.
- >You take a note to slap the shit out of yourself later, but for now, it's eating time.
- >As you finish you here a knock at the door.
- >'Who the hell knocks at 6 in the morning?'
- >You open the door.
- "Hello there. What can I do for yo-"
- >A big, 500lb man throws a burlap sack at you.
- "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
- >You look at the man. He is 6'2" and reeks of cheetos.
- >"Have fun." he says.
- >And with that he is gone, as quickly as he appeared.
- "I need to call the police."
- >You make a mad dash for the phone. But before you can reach it you here a moan.
- >It's coming from the sack. Last you checked sacks were not sentient beings.
- >Walking outside you pick up a stick.
- >Poking the sack to see if it is alive you here a voice, still from the bag.
- >"Please! No more!" a muffled voice says.
- >You open the sack. You close it, and open it again, just to make sure you are not seeing things.
- >Then, you think of the post you made on /mlp/.
- >It can't be...
- "Oh hell no..."
- >It's fucking Scootaloo.
- >You are pretty sure it is at least.
- >'What the hell am I supposed to do now' you think to yourself.
- >'Is this even real? No. I must be high or something.'
- >'There is no way in the 9 Hells that there is a cartoon pony in this bag.'
- >Well she isn't awake. She must have been talking in her sleep.
- >You take her out of the bag and lay her on the floor.
- >Nothing seems to be wrong with her. Though she is covered in fur, so you couldn't tell anyway.
- >You pull up a chair and begin to stare at her. Your cat comes over and investigates.
- >He has always been nosey of everything around him.
- >This image makes you smile a little.
- "That is pretty fucking adorable."
- >You look at the clock.
- "Shit, it's 7:OO!"
- >7 o'clock is when you go to work.
- >But this time you have the equivalent of a 6-7 year old girl in your house.
- >This is quite a pickle for you Anon.
- >You need to make another choice today.
- >Leave her alone with the cat.
- >Or call your boss and give him an excuse.
- "This is not just not my day is it?"
- >With a sigh, you stand up, walk over, and pick up the phone.\
- >*dial dial dial*
- >You listen intently at the rings of the phone when a voice blares through.
- >"This is John Stoll, how can I help you?"
- "Hello boss,this is Anon, I'm going to need a day or two off of work."
- >"Now why do you need a couple days off?"
- "It's a family emergency. My niece's mother had a stroke and got sent to the hospital, and now I need to take care of her."
- >You hear silence from the other side. Your boss isn't that much of an ass-hole.
- >"Alright Anon. You have the next 3 days off. I added an extra day just in case. Good day."
- >He hangs up, and you look t Scootaloo, still lying on the floor.
- >'I'm not going to wait for her to wake up.'
- >Looking over you see a glass, and think about splashing her like in cartoons.
- "Might as well. She's just a filly."
- >You walk over and fill it up about a 1/5 of the way. It won't hurt your carpet.
- >Splash. Her coat darkens a little as the water hits her.
- >Scootaloo shakes her head, water droplets flying every which way.
- >She spits out a little water and looks around, frightened by the sudden change of temperature.
- "Hello there! Are you all right?" you say, with a bit of cheer in your voice.
- >Scootaloo looks at you and says, "Who the hay are you? And while your at it, tell me where I am."
- "Well, my name is Anon, and this is my house."
- >As you expect she looks around again, this time taking in her surroundings.
- >"That's great and all, but where is Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle? We going skiing and I blacked out."
- >"Did you bring me here? Take me home!" she stomps her little hooves on the ground.
- >Scootaloo looks pissed. Rightfully so. She was just plucked away from her home.
- >You can't help but think her hoof stomping is cute.
- "ANSWER ME!" she screams.
- "Well technically, I, didn't bring you here. Some fat man did."
- "And as far as I'm concerned, you're stuck here."
- >There's a pause, most likely she is letting those words sink in.
- >Her mood quickly shifts from angry to saddened.
- >"Wait, I can't go home? I can't see my friends anymore?"
- "Nope."
- >She isn't crying, but her voice is raspy.
- >"I-I need to be alone." she manages to speak.
- >Well she knows how to control her feelings.
- >You watch as Scootaloo walks into the hallway.
- >Turning on the TV, you feel nothing.
- >'It's just a cartoon.' you think.
- >'I'll wake up in the morning and she'll be gone.'
- >There's nothing interesting on, so you turn it off.
- >You look up at the clock. Half past 7.
- "Well, I'm sure she'll calm her self down."
- >A yawn escapes your mouth.
- >That's a good enough reason to sleep.
- >The world goes dark as you close your eyes.
- >You are finally sending Scootaloo back to Equestria!
- >You don't know how you were able to find OP again, or why he agreed to send her back.
- >These questions mean nothing to you, as she is going back to be with her friends and family again.
- >The details of your time with her are really fuzzy for some odd reason. You put that aside for a moment to say goodbye to Scoots.
- >"Well Anon," she says through a tear struck voice. "Thanks for taking care of me. I want you to know that, despite us being different, you'll always be my friend!"
- "You're welcome Scoots. The last three months have been some of the best, even if we did fight sometimes."
- >Her face shows signs of embarrassment with the mention of fighting.
- >Your face gives a weak smile at this, and she picks this up as an apology.
- >You stroke her mane and you can feel the warmth coming off of her head.
- >Wait, she just turned cold. Like, been in the freezer all day cold.
- >The world around you begins to twist and distort.
- >Scootaloo's coat darkens to a deep shade of red, almost crimson.
- >Her eyes lose all colour in them, only the white remaining.
- >She cracks a dark and twisted smile, her normal teeth being replaced by razor sharp fangs, proceeded by rotting and falling out.
- >The inside of her mouth is just black, cold, emptiness.
- >Scootaloo' body starts to crack and melt.
- "What the serious fuck is going on?!"
- >You look in the direction OP was standing.
- >He is looking at you, with the purest form of malice on his face.
- >You can't move. It is as if your joints have been welded together.
- >Breathing becomes difficult, impossible even, as OP walks closer to you.
- >Closer.
- >Closer.
- >He is now standing in the pool of what Scootaloo used to be.
- >You can feel every organ in your body slowly shut down, as you gasp helplessly for air.
- >OP smiles.
- >He then grabs your head and stares into your eyes, giving you a good long look at his face.
- >Actually you can't tell if that is his face or not, because he quickly uses his other hand to grab one of your eyes.
- >The pain is intense. He is sticking his fingers into your socket.
- >One string tears with each tug. He proceeds with the other.
- >You belt out a scream, before your vision goes red, then dark.
- >You are woken up by the sound of your own screaming.
- >The bright glow of the TV doesn't help much with your panic.
- >Sweat rolls down your forehead as you observe the surroundings.
- >'Damn, that was one hell of a nightmare.'
- >You lift your upper body and stretch.
- >Pulling out your phone, you see it is 7 o'clock.
- >Did you really sleep for that long?
- >You walk over to the light switch and flip it on.
- >*Click*
- >All of the lights turn on, finally letting you see everything.
- >The living room wasn't very big, but it suited your needs.
- >You didn't make a lot of money, so you had an average TV.
- >There were a few chairs clustered around the room, with a few around the pathetic thing you call a coffee table.
- >An average ceiling fan spins with the introduction of electricity.
- >Now, why did you go to sleep?
- >If there were cogs in your brain, they'd be turning.
- >You remember something about ponies.
- >'Oh! That's right! Scootaloo!'
- >You decide it would be a good idea to check up on her.
- >Then you remember what you said to her.
- >'Will she even talk to me now?'
- >The confusion turns to sadness.
- >A lump forms in your throat, and your eyes begin to sting.
- "I'm such an ass-hole for saying that."
- >Might as well still check on her though.
- >You slowly walk down the hallway she went down, apprehension creating a lump in your throat.
- >Checking every single door, you finally find her in your bedroom.
- >Your tiny bedside lamp is still on from when you woke up this morning.
- >Her mane is an absolute mess, and her fur is ruffled up.
- "S-scootaloo?" you nervously ask. "Are you okay?"
- >The little filly doesn't respond at all.
- >The nightmare you had makes you think the worst.
- >You walk over to her, praying silently that she isn't.
- >Your heart is going absolutely nuts at this suspense.
- >Her back is rising and falling at a semi-steady pace.
- >ohthankgod.mp3
- >Relived at this discovery, you sit down next to the filly.
- >You sit there for what feels like an hour.
- >That's when the room's cold temperature gets to you.
- >Your eye spots a blanket.
- >You pick up the blanket, and cover up Scootaloo with it.
- >There that should keep her warm. Take that cold winter!
- >You shut of your lamp, and close the door.
- >Walking back to the living room, you sit on the couch.
- "Well Anon, you now have a pony on your hands."
- >'Oh shit, you've got a pony on your hands.'
- >The faint glow of the morning sun illuminates the dark sky.
- >You have been up all night, surfing through TV channels.
- >Nothing was on past midnight, save for infomercials that you somehow enjoy.
- >Scootaloo was in bed, leaving you to your thoughts.
- >Mostly, they consisted of trying to solve the mystery of that horrible nightmare.
- >You came to the conclusion that it was guilt and pity that caused it.
- >The sound of your stomach growling interrupts your deep thinking.
- >'It must be time for breakfast then.'
- >You stand up and make your way to the kitchen.
- "I think pancakes are in order for today"
- >*creak*
- >The sound of a door opening, followed by hoofsteps, lets you know that Scootaloo has woken up from her slumber.
- >She walks into your living room, not seeming to notice you standing at the entrance to the kitchen.
- >You decide to take the friendly route.
- "Good morning Scootaloo, how are you doing?"
- >She jumps from the noise.
- >"Oh! Um, good morning. I guess."
- "I'm going to make some pancakes, would you like some?"
- >"Sure, pancakes sound good." she mumbles.
- >'Great, it seem like friendly Anon is winning. Though, she's probably just drowsy.'
- "Alright then, I'll make some!"
- >You get out the stuff you need. Mix, a bowl, spoon, and pan.
- >As you mix all the ingredients, you take a glance at Scoots.
- >She seemed to try and smooth out her mane before she left your room, and failed miserably.
- >After you're done mixing, you pour it into the pan, and let them cook.
- >Some time later, you have two servings of pancakes.
- >You grab two plates and put the round food on each.
- >Syrup, butter, and two small glasses of milk.
- >Both of you sit down at the table and begin to eat.
- >'Maybe I should try and talk some more.'
- "So, did you sleep well?"
- >She nods her head, but doesn't make any sounds.
- "That's good. You like the pancakes?"
- >Scootaloo gives the same response, and looks really uneasy.
- >You realize what's going on in her head real quick.
- "Are you still upset from what I said yesterday?"
- >"Yeah, a little." she says quietly.
- >Oh great, now you feel bad again.
- "Look, I'm sorry for saying that. I wasn't trying to make you sad or anything."
- >"It's okay Anon. I know that."
- >She gives a small smile to let you know that she's sincere.
- >The rest of breakfast goes uneventful.
- >You pick up the plates and glasses, and put them in the dishwasher.
- >When you look back at Scootaloo, she's staring at the TV, her jaw hanging open.
- "What's wrong?" you ask.
- >"I've never seen anything like this before. I mean, we have movie theatres back home, but none this small!"
- >"And they usually had a little spinney thing with lights that project the picture! You just have a little box!
- "Well, that's a Television. It lets you watch moving pictures that are sent through the air."
- >"That is so cool!" she exclaims.
- >Well, she got over the previous conversation real fast. That thread must have meant really fast.
- >You decide to show her some cartoons that you used to watch.
- >You walk over to the shelf of DVD's and pull out a classic.
- "How would you like to watch Spongebob?"
- >"That sounds awesome!"
- >Luckily, your TV has a DVD player.
- >You put the disc in, and the show begins.
- >Too bad it's shit nowadays.
- "Want me to watch with you?"
- >"Sure! I'd love some company!"
- >Damn, it's a little creepy how quickly she seems to have warmed up to you.
- >What did OP do?
- >The show goes on as Spongebob gets into the usual antics he always does.
- >She is really enjoying this, as you expected.
- >As soon as it ends, you pick up another disc.
- >This time it's Ren and Stimpy.
- >But first, you need your morning coffee.
- "Hold on Scootaloo, I need to get some coffee."
- >"Okay Anon, I can wait!"
- >You walk back into the kitchen, and fill up the coffee maker.
- >The coffee maker beeps, letting you know it has finished the delicious brew.
- >You pour a cup, and make your way back to the couch.
- >"What's the next one called Anon?" she asked.
- "It's a good one, called Ren and Stimpy. A bit violent and weird though. Is that okay with you?"
- >Scootaloo looked a bit anxious when you said violent.
- "Don't worry, it's not that violent."
- >The DVD plays.
- >She seems to be handling it well.
- >Well, she did get swapped through dimensions, so she can probably handle this.
- >That's when you remember something.
- >'SHIT! I need to get groceries! But what if someone sees her through the window while I'm gone?'
- >'What if someone comes to the door, and she opens it?'
- >All these "what if" situations roll through your head like Sonic the Hedgehog through Green Hill Zone.
- "Scootaloo, can I ask you something?"
- >"Yes Anon, what is it?
- "I need to go get more food from the grocery store, and I'm wondering if you wouldn't mind me leaving you here?"
- >"Nah, I don't mind. I want to watch more of these 'cartoons'."
- >You're glad she has something she really enjoys in this world.
- >She's probably a ticking time bomb, considering the whole dimension thing.
- >You get dressed in some cleaner clothes, and grab your keys.
- "Now, I want you to keep the blinds closed, the door locked, and don't talk to anyone else."
- >"Okay, I will."
- "By the way feed the cat, okay? I didn't feed him this morning.
- >"Sure, I can do that for you."
- >Everything is with you, so you walk out the door.
- >You walk to your car, and get inside.
- "What a piece of shit." you mumble to yourself.
- >The car purrs to life, and you back out of your driveway.
- -----------------------------------------------------------------------
- >Anon moves off in his strange vehicle.
- >You have never seen a wagon like that before. Plenty of red ones, but none without a top.
- >A meow breaks your train of thought.
- >It's his cat.
- "Hey there little guy! Are you hungry?"
- >"Mrrrroow"
- >You take that as a yes.
- "Okay, where is the food? Food... food... Ah ha!"
- >There is a plastic container on the counter, with what looks to be cat food.
- >Walking over to the counter, you notice that it is too high up.
- "Darn, I can't reach."
- >You find a way to easily remedy this. A chair.
- "Now I can reach it."
- >The cat comes over to eat as you pour out the dry food.
- "There ya go kitty!"
- >You close the blinds and lock the door, just like Anon asked.
- >'Why did Anon ask me to do those things anyway?' you think.
- >'Nopony asked me to do that when I was in Equestria.'
- "Maybe that's how they do things here."
- >'Enough of that though, I want to see what other kinds of 'cartoons' Anon has.'
- >You move towards his shelf, which has more of those plastic cases, which in turn, have more disc like things.
- >There are quite a few that look good. Animaniacs, South Park, etc.
- >The picture on South Park looks really good, so you grab that, along with a few others.
- >You have a bit of trouble putting in the disc, but you manage, copying what Anon did.
- >The cartoon starts playing as you sit down to watch.
- >This show is really funny!
- >It's also really weird though, saying words you don't know the meaning to.
- >You decide to ask Anon later though, as you put in the last South Park disc.
- ----------------------------------------
- (I probably won't switch the perspectives again. This was a test to see if I could do it.)
- >You are done shopping, the checkout lady scanned your food, and you put it in the car.
- >When you get in the car you notice it has been well over an hour, maybe two.
- >'Well, I was out completely.' you think as you drive off.
- "I hope Scootaloo did what I asked. Who knows what OP would do if someone saw her?"
- >You push those words back as you continue driving.
- >It only takes around 30 minutes to get home though, so your questions were soon to be answered.
- >Picking up the cloth bag you put all your groceries in, and walking to the door, you look near where the blinds would be.
- >Good, she closed the blinds.
- >*click* And the door is locked.
- >'Well, she did what I asked, let's just hope she is still there.'
- >You unlock the door and put your groceries in the kitchen.
- "Hey Scootaloo?" you ask, walking into the living room.
- >Scootaloo was sitting in front of the TV, watching an all too familiar show.
- >Well, she found South Park. You had a slight problem with it, but it wasn't big enough for you to care.
- "Wanna help me unload the groceries?"
- >"Oh, sure Anon."
- >You and Scoots unpack the groceries.
- >She didn't even seem fazed about the meat you bought.
- >'Pretty sure ponies don't eat meat.'
- >When you and her finish, she tells you that she want to show some of the cartoons she found.
- >Scootaloo hands you the cases and you look through them.
- "South Park, nice. Animaniacs, okay. And-"
- >"And then what Anon?"
- >Did she see this one yet?
- >It reads; My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
- >"What is it Anon?" she yells.
- "It's.. um, just a.."
- >"Cut the shit!"
- >You recoil at her saying shit.
- >Why did you leave her alone with South Park?
- >'Why did I leave her alone to begin with?'
- "I'm sorry."
- >"Sorry doesn't explain why my friends are on this case!"
- >You can't back away from this problem like last time. She's right after all.
- >"I'M STARTING TO NOT BELIEVE YOU ANYMORE!"
- >Your ears are hurting from how loud she is.
- >You decide to show her what happened, and how she got here.
- "Do you want to know the truth?"
- >She nods, still gritting her teeth in anger.
- >You pull out your phone, and pull up 4chan.
- >Finding the archive of the old thread, you show her your post.
- "See that? I made that choice. I didn't think it was real, but it was. I didn't mean to do this to you."
- >Scootaloo remains silent for God knows how long.
- >"So, you lied to me? Told me only what I wanted to hear?"
- >Now she's scaring you a little bit.
- "Well, yes. But I-"
- >You choke on your own words, not able to finish your sentence.
- >"Excuses, excuses. That's all you have isn't it?"
- >Oh FUCK. She's come full circle.
- >Scootaloo is right though, all you have given her since she has arrived were excuses.
- >And now you had to deal with the consequences.
- >Scootaloo is beyond pissed at you now.
- >You are actually terrified of what she might do, despite her being a little pony.
- >"Give me a moment. I need to get something." she says.
- >She leaves the living room, and heads towards the kitchen.
- >This gives you some time to think of your next move.
- >'Should I apologize again? Should I retaliate?'
- >You are interrupted by the sound of clinking from the kitchen.
- >When she returns, she is holding a glass bottle in her mouth.
- >She's not thinking-
- >Scootaloo hits you with the glass bottle in the shins.
- "What the fuck?!"
- >Next thing you know, she has tackled you to the ground.
- "SCOOTALOO! STOP THAT!"
- >"You think I'm going to listen to you? You're dead wrong."
- >Her voice is cold as ice. So cold, it makes Russia look like the Bahamas.
- >She is standing on top of your stomach, and damn does it hurt.
- >She punches you in face with her hoof.
- "FUCK!"
- >Hooves are a bitch.
- >"YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!"
- >You can't fight her, as some feeling in your now probably damaged gut is holding you back.
- >She continues her onslaught of ever growing pain.
- >Punch.
- >Bite.
- >Kick.
- >But it's not the physical abuse that hurts the most.
- >It's three painful words.
- >"I. HATE. YOU!"
- >You can feel your heart crack into 3 million pieces, as well as the tears coming from your eyes.
- >Or is that just you bleeding?
- >Right as you throw your first punch, you notice she is crying too.
- "Ssc-ootaloo. Whhy?" Your speech is slurred.
- >"Because you are fucking scum."
- >Your vision goes completely dark, and you can no longer move, but, you can still hear her ramblings of anger.
- >"WAKE UP! I'M NOT FINISHED WITH YOU!"
- >Her voice is growing weaker, and her anger is subsiding.
- >"I said wake up!"
- >She is sobbing.
- >"Wake up."
- >Scootaloo is full on crying, her voice trembling.
- >You feel her shake you body in vain.
- >"please. wakeup."
- >Her onslaught has ceased.
- >"oh Celestia, what have I done?"
- >"I'm so sorry."
- >A thud is heard, along with a door opening and trotting hooves.
- >Footsteps can be heard, as well as a cart.
- >"COME ON! DON'T DIE ON ME!" a voice says.
- >A flat line is the last thing you hear before your hearing stops.
- >There is nothing but darkness for you now, as you float endlessly in the void.
- >It has felt like an eternity that it has been like this.
- >Then, a painful throbbing sensation begins to make itself present.
- >A warm glow emanates from some unknown source.
- >Next, a voice is heard.
- >"H...sig...." says the voice.
- >Finally, a welcome sight breaches the darkness.
- >The change of lighting burns your eyes as you open them.
- >People are scuttling into the room you now seem to be in, checking machines that are bleeping.
- "What's going on?" you ask.
- >The people, who you now realize are doctors, don't notice your speaking.
- >"His condition is critical. We need to put him under for a while."
- >'Wait, what?!'
- >A nurse scurries over to you and injects you with some kind of liquid.
- >You try to ask once more what is happening, but the world begins to spin.
- >Goddammit, quit doing that!
- >Everything slows down to the point where it looks like one of those amateur videos on Youtube.
- >You start to feel sleepy, and try one final time to get some answers.
- >You succumb to tiredness, and everything goes dark once more.
- >...
- >When you wake up once more, you notice a doctor is sitting in the room with you.
- "Hello?" you ask.
- >Almost startled, the doctor turns around to look at you.
- >"Oh, why hello there son! Glad to see you are awake!"
- "Okay then, who are you?"
- >"My name is Dr. Clyde. What's yours?"
- >'I'm in a hospital, and they don't even know who I am?'
- >You tell him anyway.
- "My name is Anonymous. I usually go by Anon though."
- >He writes this down on a clipboard, and then looks up at you.
- >"Thank you, Anon. Do you have any more questions?
- "Well, yeah actually. How the hell did I get here?" you ask the doctor.
- >"A man found you in your own house, half-dead. He called 911 and the paramedics got to you in the knick of time. Bloody hell, nasty business, that was. He wasn't there when the ambulance arrived."
- >You try to think back to the last thing you can remember, but ultimately come up with nothing.
- "How long have I been out then?"
- >"It's been about a week. When you got here, you were unstable and we had to put you under."
- >Damn, a whole week. You hope your cat is okay.
- >"I need to go give this to the nurse okay?" he asks.
- >"Sure, go ahead. I'm not stopping you."
- >You look around the room for a bit. Average hospital room. Bed, shitty TV, curtain etc.
- >When he returns, he tells you that they need to make sure you are going to be okay, but that you should be able to leave today.
- >Sweet. You can leave this place.
- >They do the normal routine of checking your heartbeat, blood pressure, and weight.
- >After this you head to the front desk to be checked out.
- >You've never been released this fast before. And you are pretty sure that it was illegal.
- >Not caring about the legal issues involved, you call for a cab, and tell him your address.
- >The cab driver drives off, and takes you half way across the city.
- >Thankfully you have your wallet, and you pay the man.
- >He had a familiar Russian accent, and you were sure you had seen him before.
- >Although there are quite a few russian cab drivers in this town.
- >You walk to the front door and open it.
- >Surprisingly, the door isn't locked.
- >Your cat, Butters, rushes to the door to greet you as you open the door.
- "Hey there buddy! Didja miss me?"
- >"Mrrrroww!"
- >He runs over to where his food bowl is, so you follow him to fill it.
- >Now that he's fed, you can finally figure out why the fuck you were in that damned hospital.
- >You sit down on your couch and turn on the TV.
- >'Man, it's good to be back.'
- >As always, you forget to get a drink before you watch TV.
- >You get up and head to the kitchen to grab a cup of milk.
- >Looking over, you see the coffee maker is filled up with coffee.
- "Why did I make coffee again?" you say to yourself.
- >Unable to find a real answer, you empty the pot, and make your way back to the living room.
- >*crunch*
- >You feel a crunch under your feet as you walk, and then look down to see what it is.
- >Broken glass rests on the carpet, along with small bloodstains.
- >Tick, tick, tick goes your mind as you slowly try to put the puzzle together.
- >The memories from a week ago hit you like a fully loaded coal train.
- >You needed your morning coffee, but you then had to go shopping. That explains the coffee pot.
- >You came home, then Scootaloo found out about MLP.
- >She yelled at you for it, then beat the everliving shit out of you.
- >And that man who called 911 wasn't a man. It was Scootaloo.
- >Now she is most likely gone, probably taken by the OP. Or worse. Dead.
- >You feel every single emotion a human can possibly feel. Sadness. Anger. Pity.
- >If someone can name it, you feel that.
- >After deciding that it would be best to clean up this mess on the ground, you do it.
- >Once you are done, you sit down once again.
- >Your eyes are practically a waterfall of emotion.
- >Butters, comes over to comfort you.
- >"Mrrrrow.
- "Thank you Butters. But I'll be okay."
- >All you really want is closure. No amount of comfort can compare at this point.
- >You remember that there is a wooded area behind your house. Maybe Scootaloo went there, hoping she could escape.
- >Either way, you were going to check there, even if it kills you.
- >It was dark outside, so you go to find something that will help.
- >Looking in the kitchen drawers, you find a flashlight and some batteries.
- >And since this is the woods, it feels like a wise idea to bring your rifle as well.
- >You walk over to the mantle and pull it off of it's mount.
- >It easily straps to your back, even with a coat on.
- >You head out the back door, and proceed into the woods.
- >The sheer amount of trees block a lot of light from coming in.
- "Damn, it's a lot darker than I thought it would be. Good thing I have a flashlight."
- "It's also really, really cold. If she's out here, she's most likely and icicle hanging from the branches."
- >You chuckle at your joke, though soon the cold makes you cough.
- >A surprising amount of snow was on the ground, ya know, being the woods, and every step you take makes a distinct crunch.
- >You decide to call for Scootaloo, and despite the situation at hand, you still crack a grin thinking about Apple Bloom's chicken call.
- "SCOOTALOO!" you call out. "ARE YOU HERE?! SCOOTALOO!"
- >As much of a voice strain this is, you have to keep it up.
- "SCOOTALOO!! IF YOU HEAR ME, SAY SOMETHING!!"
- >A whole glob of fucking nothing comes from the painfully silent forest.
- >You continue to shout for the little filly for God knows how long.
- >This starts to become tiresome, as you keep dozing off constantly. You've passed out twice already.
- >You need to go home, or else the snow will be your final resting place.
- >Reluctantly, you turn around, and begin to head the other direction.
- >Thankfully, your phone has a GPS app on it, so getting back won't be a problem.
- >Entering the address, it tells you to go east, which happens to be the direction you were going. Great.
- >Your brain wanders to the horrible things that may have happened to poor Scootaloo.
- >Starvation, hypothermia, and being eaten alive all come to mind, each with a disturbingly accurate image.
- "Fuck you brain. You vivid, candy-apple fuck."
- >'Look at yourself, am I just that crazy? Having to resort to insulting an organ?'
- >'Maybe I can't deal with being alone?' you think.
- >This realization makes you see why you are hell bent on finding Scootaloo.
- >Your eyes water as you think of this, more and more becoming full on tears rolling down your frozen cheeks.
- >The cold whether doesn't help you much in this situation, as your nose burns from the sniffling.
- >You sit down next to a nearby tree, letting your tears flow down your face.
- >'This is all my fault. If only I didn't reply to that stupid post.'
- >'Scootaloo, I'm sorry you had to find out like this. This is all my fault.'
- "Now, yo-you're gone, not even able to give your loved ones a last hu-ug or goodbye."
- "I-I've gone and FUCKED up the wa-ay things are supposed to be!"
- >You sit there and continue to cry and snivel, like a kid who has scraped his knee.
- >Time feels like it's slowing down, as if to torture you.
- >You look to the sky, and in the midst of your short breaths you say.
- "Fuck you OP! I hope you burn in Hell for what you've done!"
- >You try to scream more, but your throat is too swollen and you were beginning to lose your voice.
- >You still try to scream anyway, making your throat swell to the point where you can barely breathe.
- >The sound of something moving catches your attention.
- >You look around to see what it is, however, nothing can be seen, even with your flash light.
- >Pulling out your rifle, you load it with a magazine.
- >That's when a voice echoes through out the woods.
- >"Why do you have to be so rude? I was only fulfilling your wish."
- "Who the hell are you?" you ask, feeling startled. "I have a gun!"
- >The thing lets out a sickening cackle.
- >"Why, it's your good friend. OP."
- >The fat man himself materializes out of thin air, right in front of you.
- >holyshit.mp4
- "Why are you even here?!" you scowl.
- >You point the gun at the neckbeard.
- >"What, no 'How's the wife doing OP?' or 'Good to see you OP!'. How disrespectful of you. And you really should watch where you're pointing that thing."
- >"And to answer your question, I was taking a quiet stroll."
- "Dude, you don't get respect from me fat ass, let alone the world. Not for what you do."
- >He paces back and forth, giving a creepy smile the whole time.
- >"Tsk tsk tsk. You always were the mean one weren't you Anon?" he says. "I'd put that gun down if I were you."
- >'Well, it's not surprising he knows my name, seeing how he just fucking teleported.'
- >'Although that voice is familiar.' you think.
- >Reluctantly, you pull down the barrel of the rifle.
- >"And why is that Anon? Thanks, by the way."
- "You can read my damn thoughts?"
- >"Why of course I can! The dimensional travel package had a bonus."
- >'Enough chit chat.' you think.
- "What happened to Scootaloo?"
- >He stops and thinks for a moment, then turns to you, with a cold stare.
- >"I had nothing to do with it. I'm as blind about this as you are."
- >There is an awkward silence for a bit. OP McFatass then breaks it.
- >"Well I'd love to come over for dinner, but I have a job to do."
- >As he turns around, he stops and mumbles something, and disappears.
- >"P...thi..."
- >In his place, there is a small box.
- >You get up from the ground and walk over to it.
- >A strong scent of week old spaghetti emanates from the box, and assaults your nose.
- >You open it up, and inside is a note.
- >The note says,
- ----------------------
- Dear Anon
- I'm sorry that you can't find your friend, Scootaloo. I assure you that I had nothing to do with her disappearance. There is one thing certain, however,
- she isn't back in Equestria. Now, that could mean she has met her untimely demise. I still sense a magical presence on Earth, as I have brought her to this planet.
- Oh, one more thing, I found something during my stroll that you may want to see. It is taped to the back of this note.
- Don't give up hope friend.
- Yours truly,
- OP
- P.S. Don't point that gun at me again.
- ----------------------
- >You look on the back and, as the note says, there is something taped to it.
- >It's a small tuft of purple-ish hair.
- >Seeing this make you crack a weak smile.
- "That's Scootaloo's mane colour. So she did go out to the woods."
- "Maybe OP isn't such a faggot after all?"
- >All of this is enough motivation to keep searching for Scootaloo, though, that would have to wait.
- >You need to get back home and rest.
- >You unload your rifle and put it back in it's holster.
- >Gathering the box, and the note inside, you continue your way home.
- >You walk out of the dark woods to see a welcomed sight. The lights of your home.
- >Making your way to the back door, you unlock it and enter the living room.
- >Coat goes on hanger, gun goes on mantle, and flashlight goes in kitchen.
- >You sit down on the couch and lean back.
- >'Thank god I'm home. Now I can finally relax for a b-'
- >Ding Motherfucking Dong
- "GOD DAMMIT! EVERYTIME!"
- >You get up from the magical comfy wizard and angrily walk to the door.
- >Opening it reveals a police officer.
- >"Hello. I need to speak with Anonymous please."
- "You're looking at him. What can I do for you officer?"
- >He pulls out a note pad and a pen.
- >"I need to ask some questions about what happened to you a week ago. Do you know anything?"
- "Oh that. A friend of mine came over to hang out. We both got angry at each other, and he beat me down."
- >The officer writes this down on his notepad but you interrupt him.
- "Don't worry about it! Him and I talked it out today and we're cool."
- >"Sir, talking it out or not, he committed a crime. We still have to arrest him."
- >If they find out you are lying, that's a whole 'nother story.
- "Well, then I don't want to press charges!"
- >He looks at you with a stern expression, which makes you scared.
- >But then he just sighs and says,
- >"Okay then sir. Have a good night."
- >The officer heads back to his car, gets in, and drives off.
- >You stand there for a minute, waiting for any more distractions to take place.
- >Nothing is happening, so you can finally sit down and relax.
- >Butters walks over and jumps up to sleep next to you on the couch.
- >That cat loves you to death. Always making you feel better and shit.
- >The clock strikes 12 o'clock, so you decide to go to bed.
- >You get up, take a shower, and do all the normal stuff you do before bed.
- >The yellow-orange cat comes into the bedroom with you to sleep.
- >After a long day, you close your eyes, and go to sleep.
- BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
- >You wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring.
- >The inside of your head really hurt from all that crying last night.
- >Your arm is still sore, and you want to throw up.
- >All in all, you feel like shit.
- >Turning off the alarm clock, you get out of bed.
- >Butters notices me you move, and runs into the kitchen to be fed.
- >You feed him, then head to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your morning piss.
- >It has been 2 years since you "wished" for Scootaloo on /mlp/.
- >You lied to her about the whole show, then told her how she got here.
- >She beat the everliving crap out of you, then ran off.
- >Where she ran off to wasn't completely certain, but OP found a scrap of her hair in the forest out back.
- >Ever since then, you continued to look for her almost everyday.
- >You got a job where you can work from home, leaving you more time to search for her in the wee hours of the night.
- >It payed pretty good. Enough to pay the bills and get a little something for yourself once a month.
- >However, that would all change today.
- >It has gotten to a point where you just can't find the will to go on.
- >You grab the rifle off the mantle.
- >Ripping a piece of paper off a note book, you write a note.
- ----------------------------
- To whom ever finds this,
- When you read this note I have written, it will be over for me. I just can't take the guilt any more. I killed her, the only hope I had of turning my sadness
- around. I leave everything I own to-
- ----------------------------
- >You stop there. Who will you leave everything to?
- >No one has cared about you for years.
- >'This note is pointless.' you think. 'Why am I wasting my time?'
- >You crumble up the note and throw it to the floor.
- "Fuck it, I'm gonna do it. Good bye cold, unforgiving world."
- >You pull the rifle up into your mouth.
- >'This is the end for me.' you think. 'I'm a dead mother fucker.'
- >A magazine is loaded in, so you're good to go.
- >Something stops you in your figurative tracks, however.
- >What would Scootaloo think if she knew?
- >This thought leaves you stunned for a moment, maybe two.
- >Your eyes begin to sting as the thought won't leave you alone.
- >'She'd probably cheer me on, considering how bad I fucked up.'
- >'Would she though? She called me an ambulance when I was going to die. That's gotta mean something.'
- >You feel your face get hot, and get soaked by the tears.
- "Owh ghod. Whhat hab ah behcoem?" you try to say. The barrel of the rifle obviously muffles your speech.
- >Against your better judgement, you place a finger on the trigger of the rifle.
- >You close your eyes, clench your body, and pull the trigger.
- *click*
- >...
- *click click click*
- >You pull the rifle out of your mouth, and look at it with a questioning expression.
- "What the hell?" you say. "Maybe I forgot to chamber the round?"
- >Checking the gun, you discover that it was in fact loaded. Then why did it not shoot?
- >The cogs in the brain go spin, spin, spin.
- >Nope, nothing.
- >"OH FOR FUCK SAKE! I DID THAT!"
- >You spin around to find OP staring at you, with a disappointed look on his face and the missing bullets in his hand.
- >"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asks.
- "I can't take this shit any more OP. I can't live with the guilt that says that I killed her." You say, tears welling up in your eyes.
- >OP rolls his eyes. "If she were truly dead, you wouldn't remember anything about her being here." He snaps back at you, words laced with venom.
- >You put the gun down.
- Taking a deep breath, you say "If she's not dead, then she's out there somewhere, still cursing me to this day for bringing her here."
- >OP smacks his hand against his face, with a good, audible sound.
- >"Oh no. The little orange one hates me. I must now kill myself because I can't live with that kind of guilt" He says, mocking you.
- >You don't get angry at him though, because you know you deserve it.
- >Tears now falling from your face, you say "Go ahead. I deserve every bit of it."
- >He sighs loudly, and says, "Chin the fuck up Anon. Killing yourself won't solve anything. And it sure as hell wouldn't make her feel any better."
- "Hey, you have a little bit of bullshit coming out of your mouth. You might want to get that fixed."
- >OP walks up to you, and delivers a swift smack to your face.
- "Ow wh-"
- >"LISTEN TO ME! If she wanted you dead, why did she get you help? It seems to me she wanted you to live."
- >'Damn, OP makes a pretty good point.'
- >"FINALLY YOU GET IT!"
- "How did- Oh, mind reading. Got it."
- >OP looks at you with a disappointed look.
- >"Okay, I'm going to be direct with you Anon, you're a wreck. Ever since you got beat up by Scootaloo, you kept being a fucking mess. You think that you are the only one this has happened to. Be honest mate, do you really believe that?"
- >Your expression changes so much, you may as well be Bi-polar.
- "*sigh* No, OP. I don't believe that at all. I'm a selfish bastard."
- >The fat man kneels down on his knees, to where he is just above eye level of your head.
- >The scent of Coke-a-cola is overwhelming, and you swear that there is a bit of Cheez-It in there.
- >"I know exactly what the both of us can do to cheer you up mate. Let's go for a ride around the town." OP proclaims.
- >He's right. Car rides always made you feel better.
- >"And who knows? We might even find her while driving."
- >Dammit, it's working.
- "Ya know? That actually sounds like a good idea. Come on, I have a pick-up truck."
- >"That's the spirit man! See? This is going to be fine." OP says.
- >The both of you walk out of the house, and you unlock the truck.
- "This baby was my grandpa's before he passed away. The only one he ever trusted with it." you say.
- >"Well, he made a good choice then. It looks good as new."
- >You smile at that. Never really drove it enough to get it dirty.
- >OP and you get inside, and you put the key inside.
- >The old pick-up coughs and hacks to life, afterwards coming to a nice purr.
- >You drive out of the driveway, and head off into the distance.
- >"Hey Anon, hows about we stop for some breakfast at McDonalds? I take it you haven't had anything morning?"
- >You don't really like McDonalds. There food is just mediocre and crummy. Literally.
- "I don't really like it, but I AM hungry. I can make an exception today."
- >"There's one up ahead. I know because I always stop there for lunch." he says with confidence.
- >'Big surprise.'
- >"Hey! I heard that!"
- "Sorry! Sorry!"
- >After you pull up into the parking lot, the both of you exit the truck, and head inside.
- >>"What can I get you two today?" the cashier asks.
- "I would like-" you try to say. But Fatass here cuts you off.
- >"Give me 3 bacon egg and cheese biscuits, 2 sausage and cheese muffins, and 5 pancakes. With a large coffee."
- >Your mouth hangs wide open. How the hell can a human being eat that much? And the cashier just writes it down.
- "Um... give me a Bacon, Egg and Cheese biscuit, and the sausage equivalent with a medium coffee. Please?"
- >She writes this down as well.
- >After you pay her for this ridiculous sight, you turn to OP.
- "Go sit down OP... I-I'll bring the food." you say, still dazed by his order.
- >"Okie dokey."
- >OP walks over to the 2-person table, and you stand and wait for the food.
- >'This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I thought I'd be a nervous wreak.'
- >'Well, technically I already was. Just not as bad any more."
- >>"Sir, your food is ready. Sir?"
- >The cashier's voice snaps you out of your thinking.
- "Wait, what did you say?"
- >>"I said that your food is ready. Here is your coffee."
- >You grab the tray and the coffee from the counter.
- "Thanks." you say.
- >Walking over you see that OP has taken a cozy seat by the television.
- >"Oh goodie! Our food is here." he says autisticly.
- >You stare at him for a second, hoping he gets the message. However, he just unwraps his artery clogging piece of junk.
- >The food here wasn't terrible though, you just had a friend who ate here, and had to be rushed to the hospital from food poisoning.
- >That's why you and him nicknamed this place McDicks.
- >All that aside, you unwrap your mess, and begin eating.
- >There is a story on the news about illegal hunting around the area, and how people are going out with no gun license or anything.
- >Some are even going out with crossbows.
- >It doesn't matter much to you though, as you just want to put all that stuff of guns to the back of your mind.
- >The fatman is eating those things like a dog eats food. Really fast and slopply.
- >Dayum.
- >After you and him finish eating your food, you two walk out to the truck, and head off somewhere else.
- >You guys go everywhere. The museum, aquarium, even the zoo. OP really liked the museum for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with his powers or something.
- >Soon enough, it starts to get dark.
- "OP, I have to say, this has been one of the most fun days I've had in a while. I don't get why they call you a faggot."
- >OP chuckles. "Well, I'm glad you had fun. Part of the plan really."
- >Yeah. And you didn't think of suicide for the whole day. That's an accomplishment.
- >"I was trying to get you to know that it wasn't your fault for what happened. I'd say it worked."
- "Thanks for that by the way. I really needed it after my little episode."
- >"Speaking of which, if you ever feel like that again, just call me."
- >He hands you a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
- "Sure will bro. And is it darker than usual outside, or is it just me?"
- >"It's just you." OP reassures you. "Hey, did you hear about those hunters?"
- "Yeah, I saw it at McDicks this morning. People like that make me si-"
- BANG! THUMP!
- >You are interrupted by a gunshot and a thump to your truck.
- "Oh SHIT! I think I hit something!" you shout. "I'm going to go check it out."
- >Luckily your truck had good brakes, so whatever it was wasn't under you right now.
- >"Okay Anon. Just be quick. I don't like the sound of that gunshot." he worries.
- >You grab a flash light out of the glove compartment, and open the door.
- >Turning on the flash light should scare away any bears or such from the surrounding woods.
- >When you step outside, you walk to the front of the truck.
- >Your heart sinks like a rock in a lake.
- >Minutes go by, as you just stand there, mouth agape at the sight before you.
- >Finally, you manage to mutter one word before you fall to your knees.
- "No."
- >Right in front of you is the body of Scootaloo, who just took the full blunt force of your pick-up at 30MPH.
- "Oh god... W-what have I done?"
- >Tears well up in your eyes, and stream down your face.
- >You hear the sound of a truck door open and footsteps.
- >"Anon, what's taking you so l-" OP stops in his tracks.
- >He tries to say something, but can't seem to find the right words to say, so it just comes out as pointless stutter.
- >Your face is soaked now, and you can barley breathe from the stress.
- "I-I killed her OP. I ki-illed her." you cry. "It really is all my fault."
- >"Anon, I'm so sorry. I didn't think that... I didn't know..." He still can't say anything.
- >You lay down on the road next to her corpse, and wrap your arms around it. Nothing can make you let go.
- >She is still warm. There is also an arrow lodged in her side, and the wound is bleeding profusely.
- >OP kneels down next to you, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, trying to comfort you.
- >It doesn't work though. Nothing will help you. Nothing will help her.
- >The tears won't stop flowing down your cheeks.
- "I'm s-so sorry Sco-ots. I really am. If I could just had told you how much I... h-how much I.."
- >"Anon, there's a truck coming. You need to get out of the-" You cut him off.
- "I DON'T CARE! LET HIM RUN ME OVER! I'M NOT LEAVING HER SIDE!"
- >"Dude, she's dead. There's nothing that we can d-"
- >OP stops mid-sentence however, and looks at Scootaloo's body for a few seconds.
- >"Pick her up. We are going home. I'll drive." He says.
- "Why do I need to pick her up? And I can drive."
- >He looks at you with the same stern look that he gave you 2 years ago.
- "O-okay then. I'll try."
- >You pick her up, carry her to your truck, and get inside.
- >OP does the same, and you two take off at a high speed.
- "W-why the hell do we need her exactly?" you stutter, throat burning from the crying.
- >"That's because she isn't dead. Not right now anyway. We can help her."
- >'She's got an arrow through her side, how can she be alive?'
- >"I'd be asking the same thing if she weren't breathing." he says.
- >As it turns out, she is still breathing. But each breath looks strained, as if it is painful.
- "OP, should we ju-just put her out of her mis-ery? She looks like she's in pai-ain."
- >He looks at you quickly before he puts his eyes back on the road.
- >"Anon, I'll be damned if I let that happen to her. Just keep her breathing and her heart pumping."
- "Okay. I guess I'll try."
- >You preform the best CPR you can give, being that she's a pony.
- >Pump, pump, breathe. Pump, pump, breathe. And so on, and so on.
- >It feels wrong putting your mouth on hers, though, OP says you need to.
- >As you are pumping and breathing, the truck, going as fast as it is, hits a bump in the road.
- >This causes the arrow lodged in her side to shift. Scootaloo screams from the sharp piece of metal being moved.
- >And those 2 seconds are hell on earth. For you and her. Blood rushes out of the now open-ish wound.
- "OP! WHAT DO I DO!?" you franticly ask.
- >"Does this truck have a towel or something?! If so, use that to cover the hole."
- >Quickly, you look in every orifice of the vehicle, but no towel or anything is found.
- >An idea dawns on you however. You can use your shirt as a makeshift towel.
- >You take off your shirt, and cover the open wound on her tummy. The blood seeps into the shirt and forms a dark red splotch, along with a grunt from your victim.
- >OP looks over, and smiles a bit before going back to a serious expression.
- "Don't worry Scoots, it'll be okay. I promise." you say through the many, many tears.
- >Soon enough, you and OP make it to your home. Getting out you rush inside and put the injured filly down on the coffee table.
- >The bleeding won't stop though. Your shirt is mostly a shade of crimson. Not soaked though.
- >You feel where you were pumping to check for a heart beat, and there is one. It's very slow however.
- >OP rushes inside and starts barking orders. "Get some bandages from the bathroom, some hydrogen peroxide, and a needle and thread!"
- >Not questioning his orders, you run to the bathroom and open one of the drawers. There's the peroxide. Now where the fuck is the sewing box?
- >You know it's around here somewhere. Maybe it's in the top closet?
- >"ANON! I NEED THAT STUFF NOW!! HURRY THE FUCK UP! SHE DOESN'T HAVE MUCH TIME!" OP shouts.
- >'Shit, it's not there. Where is it?! Come on... think damn you!'
- >THE KITCHEN! THAT'S RIGHT! YOU ALWAYS KEEP EVERYTHING IN THE KITCHEN!
- >You make a dash for the kitchen and open the big drawer, and behold, there it is.
- >Running to Scootaloo, you give the stuff to OP.
- >"Good. She just might make it. I'll need time though. Just wait in your room for a bit."
- >You do as he says, and walk into your room, exhausted.
- >Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you wipe off the tears still coming from your eyes, and lay back on a pillow.
- >At some point, you eventually pass out from the pure exhaustion of the days events.
- >...
- >You awake to a voice from the black endless void.
- >"Anon? Anon, wake up. Wake up asshole! I've got news for you!"
- >Your muscles ache and your head hurts a lot from yesterday. It was pretty eventful.
- "Huh? What is it? Tell me mother fucker."
- >"Hey, watch your fucking language mate. I have some bad news. It's Scootaloo." OP says.
- >Oh no. Please don't let it be. Oh God no.
- "Did she... make it OP? Is she alive?" you ask, more tears beginning to form.
- >"Of course she did mate! I was just fucking with ya! She's sleeping on the couch right now."
- >You give him a cold stare. 'That wasn't funny at all.'
- >"Of course it was! Shoulda seen the look on your face! Priceless!" OP chuckles.
- "Fucking asshole. I was worried sick. Anyway, can I see her now?" you ask.
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