Anon - Favour House Canterlot

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    >You look at yourself one last time in the mirror
    >This is it
    >After you walk outside and do this, there's no going back
    >You've had enough of the abuse
    >The neglect
    >The bullying
    >The bullshit
    >It's time to end all this once and for all
    >You slip on your bulletproof vest
    >Walking into your bedroom, you look at your old photos
    >Sigh
    >So innocent before
    >You're gonna miss your old friends
    >Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Flash, and so on
    >They made you feel better about life
    >But after everything you've been through, they can't help you now
    >You unzip your duffel bag
    >Your college fundings gone now
    >Six guns
    >Six illegally bought guns now lie on your bed
    >Three handguns
    >Three Rifles
    >You even stole your dad's pistol from his closet
    >Making sure everything is loaded, you place everything into your duffel bag
    >Time to make the papers
    >Goodluck Anon

    >Your parents are out of town
    >Good, you don't want them around when this happens
    >6:45am
    >Lots and lots of time before school starts
    >Sporting your blue jeans, you put on your large, black blazer
    >Looking cringy already, might as well put on some shades
    >Cool
    >You trek to your door
    >Anxiety and hate fills your body
    >Let's get this over with

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>Making your way down town, faces past but you're hellbound
>Students are pouring into school
>Most of these kids don't even deserve what's coming to them
>You don't feel bad though, you're doing them a favor by sending them to heaven
>Slowly, trying not to attract attention, you move in
>You decide on blowing up in the main courtyard during first break
>Let's just hope no one finds out beforehand
>Okay Anon?
>Okay
>You decide to loiter in the soccer field of the school while first period commences
>Hidden under the bleachers, you take inventory on your stockpile
>You need to be extra quiet, gym class is in session

>Hidden away, you pull out a little present from your parent's wine cabinet
>Your mother hates when your dad drinks, so he always stashes some "The Kraken black spiced rum"
>You don't drink, might as well start
>Opening the bottle, the smell alone attacks your nose
>Good god, is this what people actually like?
>Alcohol smells like piss
>Based on what drinkers say, it tastes like it too
>The effects better be worth it
>Without a second thought, you take a swig
>You want to spit it out but there's an aftertaste that leaves you wanting more
>Your breath already reeks of upcoming destruction
>As if on cue, some imaginary band plays a little rocking tune
>Fuck the formalities
>You'll strike now
>Screw schedules
>You stumble from under the bleachers out into the open
>Another swig of the poison and you cap it back
>Putting it back, you make way for the courtyard
>You don't care if any of the gym students see you
>With a swerve in your step, you walk across the freshly cut field
>The hate is really filling up now

>A headache is forming
>The only way to rid it is by spraying the ground with blood
>Your steps grow heavier
>You're about to fall
>You can't hold yourself up
>Can't even handle your first alcohol drink
>Carrying six guns slung around you in a bag isn't helping either
>It'll be light soon though, especially since most of the bullets will be imbodied in students
>Aw fuck
>You stumble
>The headache is taking over
>Shit shit shit
>Falling on one knee, you try to gain control of yourself
>You feel your body twitching
>Suddenly your eyelids grow heavy
>Fading
>A distorted echo of a voice finds its way to you
>You're too deep in this high to respond

>"ANON!" the voice was ringing

>Your vision was fading quickly
>All you could see before dropping over was the blurry sight of a blue girl running towards you in her soccer uniform

>Moments pass by
>All there is, is darkness
>A ringing sensation hits your head
>Jesus Christ
>You feel a slap to your face
>FUCK! That hurt
>Suddenly, your face is enveloped in cold water
>You jerk upright
>Eyes wide open
>Freezing water all over your face
>You're in...the girl's locker room?
>What?
>Your vision is still somewhat blurry but it's getting normal again
>You can see your things on the ground near a bench
>Oh shit...did you get caught?
>Looking up reveals a familiar blue girl
>She has the look of anger in her eyes
>It almost looks like she's about to break down

"D-Dashie..?"

>Another slap to your face

>"What the FUCK egghead?" she said

>What?

>"What in the hell do you think you're doing coming to school wearing body armor?" she starts "Along with lethal weapons and alcohol"

"Dash..I can expl-" you're cut off

>"I don't want to fucking hear it, you could've gotten in big trouble...could've put yourself in danger" tears are forming around her eyes

>"It's like you had a death wish"

>You're silent
>You do have one
>You didn't want her involved though

"I..It felt like the wrong thing to do..."

>Rainbow Dash looked down
>Tears streaming down her face
>Her once blue cheeks, now with a tinge of purple based on the red forms
>She cocks her fists and pummels it into your stomach
>You choke back the punch
>It hurts like a bitch
>You're not even wearing the vest anymore

"Dash..what's the matter?"

>Rainbow Dash just gives you a cold shoulder.
>You're not tied to the chair.
>Lifting your body up, you make way for your. things.
>Rainbow Dash stops you mid-way.

"Dash.."

>"Why?" she asks.

"What?"

>"Why are you doing this?" she starts "We've been through this, if you need help, you could've come to me."

>This strikes you.
>There isn't any other way either.

"Dash, this is for me to take care of,I have my reasons."

>She won't accept that.

>"That's bullshit, you have me..Pinkie, anyone."

>No you don't.

"No I don't."

>"What the hell does that mean?"

>She steps closer.

>"We're friends, we help each other, it's what we do."

>Rainbow is now in front of you.

>"So-help-me Anon, I should kill you for this, before you kill anyone."

>Sigh.
>Why must she be so adamant?

Rainbow Dash, don't you dare tell me you never felt the pain and suffering." you tell her

>"That's your excuse? Because you're hurt, you're going to shoot up a school?"

>She scoffs.

>"That's pathetic, and here I thought I made friends with someone nice and different."

>That hurts.

>"There are people dealing with more than your petty bullshit Anon, yet they don't get angry and fire away."

>Some people just don't learn.
>What were you going to do now?
>You decide to try and reason with her.
>Let's hope this works.

"Dashie.."

>She hasn't heard you call her that in a long time.
>It started when you showed her a youtuber named DashieXP.
>They were both just as loud as each other.
>Her facial expression changed.
>There might be hope.

"Dashie..please let me have this, I won't feel fine without doing this."

>She's choking back tears.

>"Killing people isn't the answer..please, just let me help."

>You hate to see her like this.
>Rainbow Dash is a strong, boisterous girl.
>What she was showing right now, was a weak and fragile baby.
>It's all your fault.
>One of your only friends is breaking down because of you.
>She dragged you from your drunken haze.
>You could've been caught.
>Could've been arrested.
>Could be dead.
>Rainbow really did save you.
>Slowly, you give out your arms.
>Rainbow Dash sees this and quickly embraces you.
>Her warmth slowed your pain and aggression.